Disclaimer: Still not mine.
A/N: Another request for technodoofus. Might stay a one-shot or not.
"talking"
Memories
Skywarp sat on the corner nursing his daily ration of low grade. He was thinking about it again. He should just wipe out his memory. But he knew he would not do it. If he did, it would be as if those years never happened and he couldn't bring himself to forget the best moment of his life. Besides, this might as well be his punishment. He was so close and at the same time so far.
He grimaced, taking a swig from his energon. Maybe he should reconsider a reformat. Starting new sounded slightly tempting. But Skywarp liked the way he was, he just could do without the slagging memories.
Memories of a life long destroyed. Memories of a lover long lost. Memories of selling a spark to Megatron and memories of promising to serve the tyrant until the last pulse of his spark.
He watched from his corner as Soundwave and his cassettes entered the room to get their daily rations. The mech didn't even glance in his direction, while he couldn't tear his optics away from the Communications Officer. The flier could feel his spark calling out and he growled softly, annoyed at his body's betrayal.
The only hint that the other had heard the flier was a slight pause in the blue mech's movements. Figures, he wasn't even important to warrant the full attention of the masked mech anymore. If only he knew…
Skywarp met Soundwave at the Academy. The Seeker had been failing one of his classes and Professor Perceptor had seen it fit to give him a tutor. Soundwave had been… Well, meeting him had been something. Back then, the blue mech had feelings. Skywarp remembered a shy, soft spoken mech telling him he was to be his tutor.
Skywarp had always been a glitch. He knew it. He was proud of it. And the timid mech screamed 'abuse me' to him. Soundwave was a nerd and Skywarp the bully. Or that was the way it was supposed to be. The fact that he found himself protecting Soundwave from the other students was ignored. Just like finding himself actually listening to what the blue mech said.
True, Skywarp knew he wasn't made for all the science, geeky stuff, but he had listened. Primus, he'd wanted to understand what the other said. He wanted that shy mech to look at him as if he was more than a brainless Seeker. How they ended up making out during tutoring sessions was something Skywarp treasured.
They didn't do more than heavy petting though. Both were still so young back then… It hadn't stopped them from talking about the future. Soundwave was intelligent and had a few professors willing to sponsor him. Skywarp didn't exactly had the brains, but he could fly, plus he came equipped with a warping device. He knew any trine would want his skills. He might not be leader material, but he was a good follower.
Then, the attacks started. Skywarp knew things weren't good. Specially in his hometown, Kaon. But he wanted so much for his creator to meet Soundwave. It was a silly thing. He shouldn't had done it. Soundwave himself had told him things weren't safe there. But Skywarp didn't listen and Soundwave loved him enough to follow him there.
The explosion blew his creator's house. Skywarp didn't remember much of it. Only the pain of having his wings torn by the blast. He had a vague memory of seeing his creator's body already grey in death, but he wasn't sure if it was real or not. He remembered moving… crawling really… to the prone body of Soundwave. His Soundwave…
Skywarp finished the last of his energon, wishing for a klik it had been high grade. He seriously needed to get slagged. At least until the memories stopped haunting him. Taunting him with what he could've had if he had listened.
But he hadn't... He hadn't listened and it had costed him everything. His Soundwave. His shy little soft spoken mech had been dying. The explosion tore off the lower part of his cranial unit, along with his left upper extremity. His chest plate had this nasty looking gash and Skywarp had been sure that was his spark casing he was looking at. He didn't had any medical knowledge. All he could do was hold on to the dying mech… at least until the shadow engulfed him. He remembered looking up to meet the red optics of the Slag Maker himself.
"And what do we have here?" – He asked. Voice cold, ruthless and Skywarp still shivered at the memory.
"Please." – He'd said. Why? He wasn't sure why. He just remembered hugging Soundwave closer to him and saying that.
"Weak little Seeker" – He'd taunted. – "Too bad we need more of you. Either join our forces or die."
"Save him. Save him and I will serve you until all are one." – He replied. Mighty brave of him to demand anything from Megatron. The mech must've been impressed, or in a good mood, because he had accepted.
He'd been so happy. So what if he was now a Decepticon? Soundwave would be alive, right? All the happiness vanished when he saw his mech again.
His spark told him it was Soundwave. His optics told him he was not. A facemask covered his face. His vocalizer had either been too damaged, or replaced by a more mechanical sounding vocalizer. There was no feeling in this Soundwave. No recognition. And Megatron watched his reaction to meeting his new Communications Officer with absolute glee behind the glowing red optics.
He sighed tiredly, maybe Thundercracker had some high grade he could steal. Primus knew he needed it! He stood up from his corner and went out of the room. Heavy steps marking his departure. He chanced one last glance at Soundwave, surprised to see him looking back at him. Head tilted to the side in what he knew was curiosity. Maybe… Maybe his Soundwave was still alive. Or maybe some part of him survived the reprogram that he'd been subjected to… Silly dreams and hopes nothing more.
He never noticed the red visor flashing dangerously behind his back. Soundwave may not remember much about his past, but he was sure of one thing. Skywarp had been important. He just needed to know why?
