Title: A Poor Choice Of Words
Prompt: Soundwave falls in love with Arcee, but knows that Arcee is dating Bulkhead.
Summary: Soundwave wants nothing more than this Amazon of Cybertron; he'll do anything to make her his. And that is why he loses her. [Arcee/Bulkhead; onesided Soundwave/Arcee; Angst/Tragedy; Character Death]
Soundwave stood silently, completely entranced by the screens before him. They played the same scenes, over and over, but they never grew boring. He drank in that lean frame, those bright eyes, that dazzling smirk. She was beautiful, deadly. The humans had a tribe of legend, warrior femmes of divine descent. The Amazon. Arcee was an Amazon, full of strength and bravery. He brushed a servo against the screen, touching the image of her face with reverence. He jerked back like he'd been burned as Bulkhead stomped on screen, keeping him from his beautiful femme.
"As long as I'm online, Soundwave, you'll never touch her!"
Rage boiled beneath his cool exterior. Fine, then, Bulkhead would have it his way.
Soundwave smiled beneath his visor as he watched his enemy fall. So much bold talk, and he had fallen so easily. Where Bulkhead's spark chamber had been, there was nothing but a smoldering hole, oozing energon and oil. His little human femme was screaming, begging for him to get up, to move, not to leave her. Soundwave was unaffected. Bulkhead had been no protector, he wasn't good enough for Arcee. Ah, and there was his warrior, stumbling towards her fallen lover. She would grieve now, but sooner or later she would see that it was better this way, that he was better.
Arcee fell to her knees, one servo clawing at her spark chamber, the other reaching for Bulkhead. Soundwave frowned. Something was wrong. She wasn't - she couldn't be - they couldn't be! And then Arcee lifted her helm and pierced him with dimming optics.
"I'd like to kill you. But I'm going to make you live, knowing what you did to me. Jack," Her voice suddenly shifted from ice to sorrow, for her human's screams had now joined the other's, "I love you, partner. I'm sorry . . . "
Arcee collapsed on top of her mate, spark yanked from it's chamber to follow it's bonded into the Well of Sparks. Jack and Miko had emerged from their hiding places and thrown themselves on the empty shells of their guardians, ignoring the energon that burned their skin and the metal that bit their flesh. Raf was shouting for Ratchet, but it wouldn't do any good.
She was dead. The only thing he'd ever wanted, and he had killed her. Soundwave turned his helm to the sky and he screamed until his visor cracked.
***You know those character meme things where you replace the numbers with characters? I did a bunch of those with Transformers and then wrote a few drabbles based on them, because I was trapped in a car for a few hours.
This was one of them, and I haven't done anything dark in ages, so I thought I'd out this out there. Uh, I've never done anything with Soundwave at all so I probably jacked up his character something fierce, but whatever, can't be good at everything.