Shockwave felt alone and he hated feeling alone, especially with the company of darkness. He had chased the two autobots through the spacebridge, after they'd overloaded the spacebridge, only to be shot in the optic by the femme and have the spacebridge explode on him. He was foolish, he had never thought himself as that, and he knew better than to go after them, what was the logic in that? A mistake however a mistake he can redo, if he terminated the two autobots and rejoined himself by Lord Megatron's side.

Then he would handle the coward, Starscream.

The seeker had left him for scrap. To be eliminated by the autobots, to have two foes kill each other. Shockwave knew, he always had known, that Starscream held a spark of jealousy. The seeker was jealous of Shockwave, he was first lieutenant of anything scientific, whereas Starscream was first lieutenant of military commands. Shockwave held no emotions of jealousy, love, kindness, only hate.

He hated Starscream and all autobots he knew. But he was getting nowhere now, not with a blind optic. Where was he now? Dead? Illogical.

Shockwave lifted his one servo to his helm, feeling the pain coursing through his frame. Rolling onto one side, he used his cannon to get up, leaning all of his heavy weight on it. He blindly waved his servo around, searching for anything to follow. He needed to find the mainframe, then maybe he'd be able to find his way around the room and visualise it.

A spark of desperation had ignited in his spark, as he started taking footsteps in one direction, Shockwave knew a touch of fear had made it's way to his spark. The next thing Shockwave knew was his helm colliding with a solid wall, and he quickly grabbed his helm as a wave of pain ran through him.

Holding back little anger he had, Shockwave knew this was the best advantage he could possibly have right now. Tracing his servo along the walls of the room, he found his way to the mainframe. For a second, Shockwave thought he heard movement but quickly dismissed it.

He leaned against the mainframe, exhaustion running through his cables as his arm and cannon held him up. Shockwave was sure he would offline any moment now.

But what his audio receptors picked up again prevented that. Light footsteps were heard prowling around and Shockwave lifted his cannon, charging it up and listening for anything else.

"Reveal yourself," he demanded, his voice cold and calculating as always. A short time passed and Shockwave still held his cannon up, he was sure that he was pointing in the right direction of the unknown individual. But when another moment passed, Shockwave was beginning to doubt himself. Was he going mad?

But it quickly went when a voice spoke up, in a cocky manner, "And the point in that is? You won't even know if I reveal myself, you're blind. And who says I'm even hiding?"

Shockwave registered the voice which spoke, another femme? Shockwave, also, cursed himself for being so idiotic as well as the intelligence this femme held. He didn't reply but also didn't drop his cannon, it had been confirmed by her voice that he was pointing in the right direction. "What is your designation?"

Maybe if he got her name then he'd know if she was a decepticon or autobot. But the name he got, Shockwave didn't recognise it at all.

Leetna huffed, knocking the large, and last, piece of metal out of the way. The jammed open doors were now open, enough room to create a small gap, and Leetna quickly slipped through. Her light grey armour getting filthy with dust as she did so.

A few cycles ago, there had been a explosion, which had caused a rumble to the area surrounding the source of it. Leetna had been nearby and was now making her way around dark hallways. Leetna knew there was a chance an autobot could be trapped under rubble - alone. Leetna had lost a squad, comrades and friends, maybe family, to a cave in during a battle. She found their bodies, she had been the only survivor.

But that was a meta-cycle ago and Leetna could not mourn now. And if she were to find a decepticon, she'd end them. Leetna wasn't popular with the decepticons, Leetna tended to end their lives before word got out she was around. She was an autobot assassin, she guessed, something she was not fond of.

Leetna rounded another corner, the hallways seemed endless to her, as well as dark and gloomy.

Leetna wanted to become a medic. She attempted to try it, learning the basics and a few other things, but it didn't work out because she was too eager and that caused clumsiness in her hands. Ultra Magnus found her traits to fit perfectly for a spy or assassin. She had a sharp tongue, a trickster, and wasn't afraid of death. However, Leetna preferred to cure and not kill.

Leetna turned again, this time coming to a large room and her eyes quickly fell on a large, purple bot. Leetna quickly swung around and hid behind a fallen beam. Her audio receptors picked up the sound of a cannon being charged. "Reveal yourself!"

Slag.

She lifted her helm and her blue optics saw the figure of the famous, mad decepticon scientist Shockwave. His cannon was held up to her and she was holding it at her. Leetna couldn't help but smirk seeing the large damaged optic, however Leetna knew sympathy was slicing at her spark. He was blind.

Leetna retorted, "And the point in that is? You won't even know if I reveal myself, you're blind. And who says I'm even hiding?"

The femme noticed the ripple of irritation go through the emotionless decepticon. "What is your designation?"

"Leetna, not that it should be any interest in you," she replied. Leetna was tempted to end the scientist's spark right now, but what was the autobot honour in ending a weak life? One who could not defend himself.

Shockwave still held his cannon up, exhausted but he was ready to shoot if the femme ran up to him, but he knew he was blind and vulnerable. Leetna had reconsidered her actions and said, "Will you put that cannon down? I'll fix your optic up and you'll be fine"

Shockwave almost considered lowering his cannon, he knew he was desperate. He couldn't see and what could he do? "What is the logic in dropping my weapon?"

"You won't survive without your sight," she pointed out and Shockwave knew she was right. He lowered his weapon and heard the light footsteps of the femme heading to him. Shockwave waited, he was almost enticed to strangle the poor femme, but decided against it. He would do that after, he was fixed. When he felt the delicate servos of the femme on his shoulder pads Shockwave tried to not shudder away.

"Are you a medic, femme?" he questioned, as she hesitantly steered him out of the room to another. Shockwave grew uncomfortable when there was a long pause.

"No, I'm not. I do know a few things about medical procedures though," she answered. If he had a sense of humour, which he didn't have, Shockwave would have made a sarcastic remark. Shockwave felt her servos lead his servo to a platform which felt like a berth.

Shockwave was utterly revolted by the gentle touch she had.

So here is the first chapter of Forgetting the Past. Sorry if Shockwave's personality isn't exactly how he is or if I got anything wrong D; I tried my best. Thanks for reading and a comment would be appreciated :)