Disclaimer: I don't own them. Not a single bolt, stain of paint or a drop of lubricant. Lucky them.

A/N I don't know why I wrote this. I honestly don't. I really have nothing personal against Jazz, Ratchet or Soundwave. VAwitch, don't kill me! Also, I apologize before Dseeker from for using his plot bunny. Special thanks to Coaxial Creature, my dearest Beta who had to read this mess.

Adversaries.

Soundwave always was the best in what he did. He just was. He was the best spy, the most fertile creator save Vector Sigma himself, Megatron's best follower. Then this Autobot kid appeared. Jazz.

Jazz was the opposite of Soundwave in everything. He was the creative at transforming, sociable, passionate- everything Soundwave never allowed himself to be. While Soundwave hid behind the monotone, Jazz raised so much noise that one couldn't tell between the important sounds and the rest of the ruckus.

Soundwave spoke little. Jazz saw nothing wrong in singing as loud as his audio system allowed.

Soundwave wore a facemask to maintain his privacy. Jazz made his visor look like a fashion statement.

Soundwave had no friends, not to mention lovers. Jazz actually painted (on a dare from the twins) a huge sign, reading 'hooray, hooray, for loving ways. Screwing with 'insert Decepticon name here' is now okay!' The above-mentioned sign remained there for several orns, each orn including a new supposed conquest of Jazz, until Optimus Prime himself removed it, after his own name appeared in the 'insert' space. The accursed twins complained during the whole process. So did several Decepticons, from their hidden observation spot.

That incident made Soundwave realize that Jazz is a problem that requires closer attention. He actually captured the Autobot spy once, only to suffer another bitter defeat.

While Soundwave depended on his telepathic skills in acquiring information from captives, Jazz had the perfect defense. He was a double- tracker, meaning that he had two- track processor. One was his real one, but the other consisted of pure music, of all kinds and races. Jazz collected music, lived the music, and this music became a solid wall that kept Soundwave away from his real memories and thoughts.

Soundwave actually dared to bring down his own mental barriers, baring himself for metal onslaught, just to breach those magnificent defenses, only to find more music. And the next morning Jazz escaped, by seducing a guard to enter his cell, then disabling him and making a quick exit.

For ages the competition continued. Soundwave invented better traps, new hacking systems, new firewalls for Megatron. Jazz laughed at the traps, assisted the others in discovering and blocking the hacks, rendered the firewalls useless and still had time to write a lewd song about what he believed was the best thing about being Ravage- being able to wash itself with it's own glossa.

And that was the polite version of the song.

Soundwave became obsessed with defeating the annoying musician. His face haunted Soundwave during recharge; his voice taunted him during work hours. It seemed that there was no way to stop Jazz.

Then, the Autobot made a mistake, one that Soundwave would never allow himself to make. To make a long description short, Jazz fell in love. The Decepticon observed with fascination as Jazz's music softened, his smile turned shy and his optics glowed brightly whenever the Medic, Ratchet, spoke to the spy. Gone was the arrogant Mech that used his body as another weapon, and in his place came a stuttering youngling, desperate both to show and to hide his affection.

Soundwave watched with amusement as Jazz assisted the always-serious Medic in any way possible, left small anonymous gifts in the lab, only flinch when Ratchet tossed the 'junk' out or to ride around blaring happy music when Ratchet accepted the gift.

With his own actions, Jazz made his downfall possible. The question was how to make it hurt the most.

The chance presented itself several orns later. Ratchet was summoned to a neutral settlement to tend the injured, and Jazz stayed with him for extra protection. It only took two well aimed shots from a stunner so set the plan in motion.

-------------------------------------Scene change------------------------

Jazz woke up slowly. Slower than Soundwave will ever do. The Decepticon observed the process through hidden camera and smirked with superiority, as he recalled the way his creator trained him to recover quickly. Back in the cell, Jazz studied his own bonds in seemingly innocent moves in order to get free. Too bad, Soundwave thought, I designed those magnetic bracers especially for you, Jazz. You'll just have to stay put.

Then, the captive noticed his cellmate. It's in moments like this that Soundwave wished that he could hear Jazz's thoughts. The Autobot must be terrified, now that he knows that his beloved Ratchet is captured as well. Jazz did make a decent attempt to insult his cellmate, in order to hide his real feelings. If Soundwave didn't know that the truth is exactly opposite to the words, he might have believed the show. But he already knows the truth. So he decided to give Jazz enough time to panic, before he'll place the last destructive touch.

-------------------------------------Scene change- Jazz's POW-------------------------

Jazz is terrified to say the least. When he finally hears the footsteps of his would be tormentor he prays to Primus that it's a seeker, or a fighter, because they are easy to turn against Jazz himself, making them ignore Ratchet. But if it's Megatron with his creative torture or worse… No, it won't be Soundwave. Jazz is Prime's lieutenant, too high ranking to avoid Megatron's attention, and Ratchet is a Medic, a priceless Medic. All his hopes shatter when he sees the dark blue color of his worthiest adversary.

Soundwave doesn't talk. He simply picks Ratchet up and turns to leave. The chains keep the Medic from struggling efficiently, but he still tries, which obviously amuses Soundwave to no end. And now that the Medic is so close, Soundwave can hear his frantic thoughts, his worry for the other Autobot, and his wordless promises of love. Soundwave smirks behind his mask and changes his hold on Ratchet, making it bridal stile. The provocation hits its target and the expression on the other spies faceplate screams of love and despair. He's now exposed before Soundwave, just like the Decepticon always wanted Jazz to be. But he's unbroken yet. And he'll get Ratchet back.

--------------------------------------Scene change-------------------------

There's still one stage to undergo, before Jazz is destroyed completely, and Soundwave returned later for Jazz himself in order to carry it out. It's the first time that Jazz addressed him directly:

"What have you done to Ratchet?"

Soundwave chose to leave that unanswered; instead he just picked the Autobot up and carried him from the cell block to the habitat level. The Decepticon relished in the feeling of his captive being so close that he could feel the prisoner's metal shake with fury each time some other 'Con they've met on the way made a comment about Soundwave making a habit of carrying Autobot sluts around. But that wasn't as pleasant as the sight that waited for Jazz in Soundwave's own quarters. The Medic was secured upon the recharge pad, armor bits stripped away leaving him exposed. This was the first time Soundwave caught a thought from the non-musical processor. Even with all the terror of the situation, Jazz couldn't stop himself from thinking how beautiful Ratchet was, and he hated himself for thinking that. Even as Soundwave placed him on the floor and secured his arms to a ring fixed in the wall, Jazz couldn't tear his optics away from the sight before him.

The sound of Soundwave's voice made him jump.

"For vorns I watched you, Jazz. You are the strongest adversary I've ever had. You often bested me in my own game. And I decided to thank you for this."

"Really? You can thank me by untying us and letting us go."

"This is not what I had in mind. I'm here because I'm tired of watching you distract yourself from your duties because of your feelings towards the Medic."

Ratchet and Jazz stared at Soundwave. Were they that obvious and clueless at the same time?

"So, I brought you here to give you a lecture about what to do with the Medic."

"What do you mean 'to do'?" Jazz asked.

Instead of replying, Soundwave turned to Ratchet.

"The process you're about to undergo is wrong and damaging. It should have been Jazz to do this to you and it's his entire fault. You may scream and cry if you wish to."

Ratchet's fuel ran cold. This was a grotesque parody on the phrases he himself said too many times to rape victims. He shut his optics down, so Jazz won't see the fear he felt.

"It's not your fault, Jazz." He said. "It's not."

-------------------------------------Scene change-------------------------

The interface is a satisfying process, when the feelings are mutual. However a forced interface is damaging to one side and exhausting for the other. By the time Soundwave finished, Ratchet was too shocked and hurt to move.

"And this is what you do if you want someone." Soundwave said like he'd just gave a lecture about basic calculus. "Give or take the chains."

He turned to leer at his adversary, only to see the once blue visor turn crimson. A gasp told Soundwave that Ratchet noticed the change as well.

Once, Soundwave observed Jazz with irritation and respect. Once, Jazz eyed his counterpart with fascination and slight fear. Now it was Ratchet's turn to watch. And he'll watch. The medic missed the method Jazz used to get himself free, but he watched through pained haze as two red- eyed demons battled. And sometime later, one mech will walk from this room, carrying his exhausted reward in his arms, bridal stile, and optics glowing with red fury. He'll walk without turning back, knowing that there isn't anyone alive left in that room.

End.

Feed the Author, or she'll chew up another Transformer. She means it...