Soundwave woke up, staring at the ceiling of the medbay, no wait, Shockwave's lab. The room was dimly lit a purplish light while the humming of medical machines and the faint beeping of the scanner following his spark beat. The blue mech looked at the monitors next to him - he had been shot in the face.
Now he remembered. His Lord and the Prime battling, the Prime saying something, and then a sharp pain and nothing. And now he was here, his sensors forced off an a strong drug making him dizzy.
"You're awake," the silver mech spoke as he entered the room. Soundwave turned to his Master, towering over him by the berth-side.
"Query: What happened?" the cassette player spoke, "Where are the cassettes?"
He didn't feel through their bonds that they were harmed, but there was nagging feeling of the little ones not being by him.
"They're in your quarters," Megatron said, " you were blasted in the helm by Optimus; you're expected to have a full recovery."
The warlord bent down closer to the berth and placed a light kiss on Soundwave's helm, which the blue bot leaned in to.
"That was close, too close," he murmured under his breath. The cassette player took his Master's hand in reassurance and said with a tone of relief, "Soundwave: functioning."
The silver mech moved Soundwave slightly to the side and laid on his side on the berth with him. Megatron continued and slid his arm underneath the communications officer, holding him in a warming embrace.
"Prime will pay," he mumbled mindlessly as he began to stroke the side of Soundwave's helm. The blue mech retracted his visor and looked up to the ex-miner, yellow eyes meeting red.
"Soundwave," Megatron whispered as he leaned in to the blue mech and tenderly lifted his chin, "please don't get hurt again." His Lord came closer and the third in command's mask retracted as well. The two came ever closer and silver and white lips touched and moved across and over each other. The kiss was hot and seemed eternal; Soundwave grabbed the back of the warlord's helm and deepened the kiss. And then, it ended, lips broke apart and helms pressed against each other, and Megatron breathed,
"I love you, Soundwave."