DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS. ONLY PSYCWAVE.

WARNING: OOCNESS, SPOILERS, LANGUAGE, AU

UNIVERSE: MIX OF PRIME AND EXODUS

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Shockwave placed the back of his servo against the youngling's forehead. She was warm. "Primus." he muttered after doing a quick scan of her condition. "Your sick." he said.

Psycwave coughed once more before whimpering in reply. She's been sick before. Whether it was a cough, fever, or having to purge in the middle of the night. Her creator had told her that it's good to get plenty of rest when your sick. Suddenly she felt queasy and struggled to speak.

"S-Shockwave?" she stuttered.

Shockwave's optic suddenly brightened when he saw the sick expression on her face. Using his only servo, he immediately scooped the youngling up and took her to the nearest thing she could purge in. He found a empty waste disposal and placed her down in front of it. Just in time too. It took a good fifteen Earth minutes for her to finally stop purging. The energon she had earlier in the day was now a dark orange slim. Shockwave rubbed her back soothingly when she suddenly purged again.

She finally stopped once her tanks were empty and by now she was exhausted. Picking her up gently, he took her to his quarters and placed her on his large berth. Psycwave smiled softly. When she was sick her creators would keep her in their room to keep a closer optic on her. After tucking her in, Shockwave shut off the lights and quietly left the room. He had work to do.

Psycwave whimpered quietly. She didn't like being alone in the dark. But she felt so weak and exhausted that she immediately shut down for recharge.

9 hours later

Psycwave online her optics. The room was eerily quiet. The tower itself had a different atmosphere. She raised her head slightly to look up and over her shoulder. The room itself was empty. Shockwave wasn't with her. Climbing down the berth, she wobbly walked up to the door, her arms wrapped around her. The door made a 'hiss' sound once it slid open. Poking her head out, she noticed that the halls were darker then normal. It was still silent.

Leaving the safety of the room, she started to walk down the dark, eerily quiet, corridor to Shockwave's lab. She really needed some comfort right now, even though Shockwave wasn't a cuddly type of mech. As she traveled into the seemingly endless darkness she didn't hear another sound. The noise she did hear was the sound of her own breathing. The darkness reminded her of the tragedy when she had woken up in the rubble after the bombing in Vos, causing her to be separated from her family forever.

A feeling of dread suddenly over came her. Was she being followed? No. She and Shockwave were the only ones in the tower at night. Was it Shockwave? No. Shockwave wasn't the sneaking up to someone type. Not wanting to find out, she ignored the feeling and continued on. She couldn't remember the walk to Shockwave's lab being this long. She should have been there by now. Did she make a wrong turn?

How should she know? It's so fragging dark that not even her keen sight could adjust to it. And that feeling of being followed grew worse and worse every minute. Looking up slightly, she noticed a flashing light coming from a door ahead. A wave of relief swept over her. She has arrived at the lab. But the relief was soon replaced with horror when she entered the room. The entire place was a wreck.

Lab equipment was all over the place. Computers destroyed. The remaining light flickering on and off, making electric noise, as it hung from the ceiling by its remaining cables. A large looking tube looked as though something broke out of it. Glass littered the floor, mixed with a strange liquid. But what caught her attention was the mutilated form lying beside the tube: The legs and remaining arm were missing, looking as though they were ripped off. The arm cannon flattened. Large puncture holes covered his glass chassis as energon pooled out of the wounds, covering the now grey form. His single optic was shattered, but the look of terror was clearly present.

Psycwave shakely approached the deceased frame. "S-Shockwave?" she whimpered.

She suddenly felt something roughly grab her and slam her against the floor, small glass shards piercing her back. She desperately tried to break free from the hard grip to no avail. She looked up, only to see two, large, horrifying yellow eyes that were so close to her own. The creature made a low, deep menacing growl as it opened it's large jaws. Psycwave screamed before wiggling her way out and took off running to the other side of the lab.

But it was hopeless.

The monster snatched her again. Energon tears streaked down her white cheeks as she looked over at Shockwave's fallen form. Was she going to be like that? How could Primus end her life so quickly? She would never live to see the day when Cybertron was restored. Was the monster going to kill everyone else? She couldn't think any more when she felt rows of large pointy teeth suddenly bite down on both her legs and ripped them off.

The youngling screamed in pain before screaming in pure terror when she suddenly felt someone, or something, suddenly grab her...

Reality

Psycwave shot up from berth, her screams mixed with sobs as she begged an unseen enemy not to kill her. Shockwave desperately tried to wake her up from the night terror. He had been in his lab working on a project when he suddenly heard her screaming. By the time he entered his room the youngling was thrashing around. He immediately wrapped his servo around her waist and tired to wake her.

"Psycwave! PSYCWAVE!" he yelled.

The femme had finally stopped her thrashing, red optics snapping online before she immediately reached down for the waste can and purged once more. Shockwave had realised that her temperature was very high, causing her to hallucinate in her sleep. Once the femme finished she finally calmed down. She looked up to see Shockwave, healthy and alive.

"Shockwave..." she whimpered before releasing a sob.

Shockwave let the femme cry. It was natural for younglings to cry after a terrible dream. Once she was done, she leaned against Shockwave for comfort before slipping into recharge once more. He would need to get use to this whenever she became sick. After tucking her back in he decided to leave the lights on so that she would feel comfortable as she slept.

Returning to his lab, he approached the curled up form of an infant creature of whom he cloned from fossils he found. He watched it float in the liquid that surrounded it as it slumbered. He just hoped that the creature wouldn't turn against him.

End