Stop and stare.

Chapter 2

A/N: so yeah, this dosnt really follow the Prime series at all. Probably will have some aspects though. Just a warning incase your like "wtf episode is this?" Think of it as... My own episodes. The events will still happen but they'll most likely be off-scene. If I had to give any times table, id say this takes place sometime after Megatron is revived. Though most of the characters that show up at different points during the series are already there.

Sorry not sorry.

Enjoy.

She felt... Really dried out. It was the first thing she came to realize upon regaining consciousness. She felt like a fish hanging from a drying rack. Her lips were cracked and white, she could feel the dried blood caked on her face, making it stiff. She just laid there, wondering why she was so thirsty, she was so thirsty. She could drink her own~

No. She would never.

She wasn't that thirsty.

The woman sat up, remembering the events when she felt a sting of pain. It was dark, but still hot. She wasn't in agony anymore, but her wound still hurt. A lot.

She glanced over the landscape wondering if she would ever make it home in her condition, when she caught a glimpse of something beside her. Had Connor left something? She picked up the small, round device. Looking it over with curious eyes, she'd never seen anything like it before. It looked like a cellphone but it clearly wasn't.

It took her several moments to figure out how exactly to turn the thing on, and when she did, she realized that it was some kind of communicator. After fiddling with it's controls, she found a button that broadcasted... She didn't know how far.

"Hello, I need help." She croaked, wincing at how raspy her voice sounded. "I c-can't walk. I'm by a mountian. I've been stabbed, I need help." Silence. She figured she was too far out of range for any local towns to hear her. Wait, she was in a desert? What state was she in? Nevada. She was in Nevada.

"Hello, this is Mark Validina, are you still there?" The woman couldn't explain her excitement upon hearing a voice.

"I'm still here. I need help, can you please help me?"

"What's your location miss? I can contact the police."

The white haired woman paused. She really didn't know where she was. She looked around, allowing the communicator to go silent for a few moments. "I'm by a mountain." She informed. "I don't know where I am... I'm sorry..."

"Don't be sorry. It's alright. I've contacted the police, they're on their way. How badly are you hurt miss?" Mark asked, the radio a little choppy from the distance.

"Um... Pretty bad." She answered. "Someone bandaged me I'm not bleeding anymore, but it still hurts..." She moaned, looking down at her wound through her shirt which had been ripped open, probably by the mystery man who had saved her. The bandage was soaked in blood, she touched it lightly. Still wet.

How was she not dead?

"What's your name?" Mark asked, the woman could tell he was trying to make conversation, he didn't exactly know how bad off she was, keeping her alive sometimes meant keeping her talking.

"My names..." She paused. Horror coursing through her. What the feck? How could she not remember her own name?

Oh, that's right.

"My names Aren. Aren Blackwelsh."

"Alright Aren. Hang in there, help is on the way."

Soundwave arrived back to the Nemisis, which was oddly quiet. He walked the halls, noticing the drones but not caring much for them. He realized during his absence something important must've happened, because most of the main crew were absent.

This was good news for Soundwave.

He made it to the main console, where he always stood. The monitor was off so he woke it up with a small tap. He stood there, silently, realizing other then the chatter of drones, there was no distracting sound.

Finally.

He began typing, going over the crew members reports. Going over such things never took much time, it was his own reports which took the most out of his cycle. He didn't do much, other then aid his lord, nevertheless he still had to file his own progress report every other day. To himself, because he was the mech on the ship where all the field reports went to.

Going over his own words never made much Sense, but it was something he did anyway, which had to be done.

Inside his chassis he felt a peck, Lazerbeak having woken up from her long nap, she was eager to escape the prison of Soundwaves chest compartment. With hardly a movement the blue and black decepticon sprung open the hatch, allowing the bird con to leave. She chirped in that mechanical way that Soundwave would never admit to anyone, how cute he thought it was. She landed next to his keypad, and sat there, still, staring towards his lengthy digits with her little eyes.

Soundwave took a second to pause in his reviewing, to leer one of those digits over, and scratch the top of birds helm. Lazerbeak chittered, wings trembling. Beneath his mask a small smile spread. His creation was really, the only thing he looked foreword to anymore. The war was getting old, getting tiresome. Repetitive. Soundwave often wondered how long it would take for one side to win.

He also wondered how many planets would fall in the trail of the cybertronians destruction.

Cybertron was first, it only seamed right that Earth was second.

This place was... Very unique. He wouldn't stop his lord from destroying it if that's what it came to~ But he sure would miss it.

It was like a home away from home.

"SOUNDWAVE!" It was a barked command so loud and sudden, the usual calm mech had actually twitched in split second fear. Lazerbeak had it worse, she'd been scared hard enough to fly two fear above the control panel, before she realized who exactly had called out so suddenly.

Starscream.

Soundwave turned, stoic as ever.

"Stop standing there, our lord needs you!" He stomped up to the main controls, Soundwave could see the dents on his frame, his wing was bent. Either he'd just returned from a fight, or Megatron was letting out more stress.

"and get that thing off the desk." He commanded, Soundwave sometimes wondered if Starscream forgot who exactly he was talking to. The silent decepticon wasn't just some stand still yelling post. He was dangerous, however, Soundwave allowed it because he was usually just annoyed with the air commanders tactics, he didn't want to stand in the same room as him for so long~ so he did as he asked, Lazerbeak flew atop Soundwaves shoulder, and the third in command turned and left Starscream to his sulking pitty party.

Silence was... Rare among this ship. He was glad he got a few moments of it. Perhaps, he could take another break, should he time it right, but now, he was needed. He left the nemesis's control Hub, following the hallway to wherever his lord was.