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Oc x Soundwave
A/N; Okay; sweet chapter. My friend read this and said she couldn't hold all the feels she had once finished. It's more emotional in the chapter than anything else. Hope you like. c;
Terminology;
Solar cycle; Measurement of time equivalent to an Earth day.
Orn; Cybertronian measurement of time, defined as being equivalent to "one Cybertronian lunar day"; roughly equivalent to 13 Earth days.
Organic; Cybertronian term for human or creatures of non-technological origin.
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Ch. 7; Everyone Has Their Moments
"So…the Insecticons crashed the Nemesis?"
"No, for the millionth time the intruder did!"
"Oh…so Starscream crashed it."
"No! The-…" Knock Out's aggravation skyrocketed with each word she pouted out in confusion. This was maybe the fifteenth time he'd explained the situation! He would have maybe had a little bit of sympathy in reference to her bleeding leg, but now he felt nothing but the need to harm her further.
"…-The. Autobot. Crashed. The. Ship." He sighed and muttered the answer slowly through clenched teeth before smacking his helm out of disbelief. She was so slow!
"Oh…Bulkhead. I've seen him before." Elise nodded as she set a thoughtful finger to her chin; curling it slightly before pursing her lips in thought. She wasn't exactly informed of all of this…but working for the Pentagon gave her a good amount of insight on Cybertronians; good and bad. She wouldn't share that, though…her life wasn't exactly in the safest of hands. Everyone had a personal background…human or not.
"He's not exactly hard to miss." She giggled slightly; the noise practically disturbing the Medic as if she'd started that 'eating' thing again. He'd discovered that Elise could be odd and meek and beyond abnormal in most of her actions…some solar cycles all of them. She laughed at simple comments and smiled in the worst and most unnerving of times; she was a nuisance…an entertaining one, but still a nuisance. The room fell silent after a few moments. Hazel eyes watched him wrap up her leg with a pair of tweezers before leaving to toy with excess wiring out of an offlined Vehicon on his examination table.
"Do you miss him sometimes?" Her tone was hushed; as if careful with her words in fear of the Medic flinging her across the room. Emotion was not a well-spoken topic with their kind.
"…"
"Everyone knows what it's like to feel alone-" He interrupted her. The Medic could easily see where this was going.
"-I don't feel alone."
His tone as more stern than frustrated as she'd expected. His pride was too thick around his self-absorbed nature…but she managed to temporarily break his shell.
"Of course not."
Elise glanced out the window of Soundwave's quarters with little enthusiasm, yet somewhat grateful of the fact that he'd even bothered to open it for her entertainment. The view was immaculate...beyond beautiful in any way imaginable in reference to the cloud cover and sunset. They appeared to be traveling over an uninhabited range of mountains; covered in snow and ice from the high elevation. No wonder the ship was so cold half the time. She'd nearly frozen to death the night before...especially since a blanket of some sort wasn't available on an alien-built ship. Understandable. Which is why she found it surprising when Knock Out had managed to discover a strip of cloth small enough to bandage her leg wound earlier, and the one weeks ago. Hell, seeing the cloth at all was unexpected.
"Cold." She muttered the word soundly to herself while wrapping her arms tighter around her knees. She couldn't help but think that her father would throw a fit...all she currently had on was underwear and her over-sized hoodie that'd been stuffed near the base of her duffel bag. It wasn't like she was going anywhere...but still. The thought caused the brunette to recall her best friend, Jayla, telling her to 'forget the hoodie...Nevada is hot enough.' A dry laugh escaped Elise's throat as she complimented instinct for its convenience. Had she not waved Jay off she would more than likely be freezing by now. She was lucky.
And she was homesick.
Hazel eyes examined her toes as she curled them with disinterest. There was nothing to do...and death seemed pretty merciful considering that she lived off of snacks. Her breakfast had consisted of a medium tube of Pringles, bottled water, and two energy bars stolen from a gas station by an alien car. But she shouldn't complain. Hell, it beat her daily cup of noodle. Her usual budget could only provide her with the dried cup of shit on a regular basis, which led to days she went hungry out of sheer appetite loss. Even working for a top secret government agency didn't add up to much money wise.
A shiver trailed up her spine tensely as she leaned against the thick glass of the window. She could see her reflection, and a sudden feeling of disgust and self-pity ate at her ego. Her shanty appearance didn't matter, but the simple fact that she had allowed fear to become the main sentiment in her life made her emotionally queasy. Her father had raised her to fear nothing in her path...to overcome any distraught feeling that affected her verbal and physical performance. Yet she feared heights...and Soundwave...and those fowl Insecticons...and every Vehicon that happened to walk into the same room. She even feared Knock Out...not as much as Soundwave, but the Medic had his moments.
She felt her foot go numb from lack of movement; a tingling sensation eating at her muscles and skin. The extremity had fallen asleep after an hour of sitting in the same position and remaining still in a cold environment...her body posed as impressive for the time being.
"Still cold."
She pulled the hoodie over her bare legs; tucking them closer in response to another shiver. She didn't want to move from her view...but at the same time freezing to death didn't sound so pleasant either. Her mind wandered to her brother as usual; him being one of the few people she actually missed on a consistent basis. When you work for area 51 then the Pentagon, friends weren't exactly jumping into your life...you had two or three. One if you were lucky. She'd never been social...in fact people irritated the hell out of her to no end...but someone to talk too seemed like a blessing as of now. Someone who would respond with a voice to listen to rather than Binary code...and someone who wouldn't insult you because you were soft and fleshy or had black 'strings' growing from your head. There was nothing wrong with Soundwave or Knock Out, they just weren't very...communal. Or humane. In fact they weren't humane or 'human' at all.
Elise could tell Soundwave gave his best attempts in making her feel more 'secure' or comfortable with the foreign surroundings which made her appreciative and much closer to the mech. But Knock Out...he was...'unique'. No, no...Knock Out was obnoxious, crude, and self-absorbed. Entirely. Rude, narcissistic, overconfident, funny, stylish, and internally emotional. The way he slammed his fist into things out of bottled up anger or how he would yell at that one Vehicon, Steve, in the worst ways possible told her how expressively and emotionally disrupt he was. He just wouldn't outwardly admit it. She figured it was the loss of his partner. Or just pure stress; he was the only medical care on the Nemesis. She would never be sure.
The brunette wasn't sure of a lot of things. She wasn't sure why she was still alive considering the fact that Soundwave obviously found her useless. She wasn't sure what the fuck those Insecticon things were still doing on the Nemesis (walking around like they own the damn place), and she sure as hell wasn't sure why she felt so homesick. She didn't even have a home back in Reno! She temporarily lived in her Brother Eli's apartment up in Washington until he returned from Afghanistan (or wherever the hell he was sent to). Her delusional mind came to the conclusion that this was all Eli's fault. Had she not been riding back to Reno to pick up her shit she would have never fallen into that damn hole. She should have accepted the usual flight she took down to Nevada that the Pentagon offered in order to keep her under their employment. Now that she thought about it why had she never asked for a raise? She was one of the most wanted hackers in the damn nation with the income of a middle school teacher.
Stupid Pentagon. Stupid bike. Stupid her. Stupid Reno. Stupid brother and his stupid cat...
"Oh shit...the cat." Elise shook her head with several laughs at the fact that she'd left it locked in the apartment while she was gone. Her hands went to her head thoughtfully before noticing several streams of water on her cheeks. She was crying? Again? Just because of memories and a forgotten cat? Pshh. Her father would have been furious.
"It'll climb the back fence and find food somewhere..." She reassured herself of the animal's well-being before forcing her legs to stand. Her bandaged limb was still asleep, but...she managed.
She hated cats anyway.
"Are you alright?" Elise looked up to him with the usual brown-green optics and a concerned expression she'd seemed to carry from her view out of the window. She was always asking him questions regarding his mental condition with parted lip components and tenses muscles.
He simply nodded in reply.
"Headache?" She seemed rather antsy as she rocked back and forth on the heels of her feet like a sparkling; awaiting some kind of answer. Soundwave nodded once again stiffly. The fact that she could tell made him curious, but perhaps his hand set against the left of his helm and the slouched posture he held made it more obvious than he had first processed.
"I get those too." She managed a flicker of a smile before taking a step onto his outstretched hand. She appeared cold since she shook slightly every few seconds, but she still had yet to complain. Her lip quirked as it often did when she stepped onto the freezing surface of his wing. Of course Elise would never say anything; Soundwave couldn't help the fact that he had no energon flow through his external limbs to stay warm.
The Con cocked his head to the side just slightly; earning her attention along with a stare of what he processed was fascination. He lifted her slowly as taught; recalling the first time he'd offered her his hand and ended up knocking her off by accident. Of course Knock Out had to form some crude joke out of the situation, but they eventually made it work. She'd been more...willing then. More vibrant with her expressions and movements compared to now. He found himself incapable of understanding the reasoning. She washed herself down every other day with water, changed clothes after, ate, drank, slept, and did the usual. Nothing had changed since then. It'd been over an orn...but perhaps that was the cause. Soundwave recalled reading somewhere that humans needed other human interaction. They tended to avoid a consistent routine by interfering with their everyday schedule with rare events such as 'parties' or 'hang outs'. He had a very vague understanding of what either of those things were...but the Intel Officer was sure he could figure something. Organic living and socialization couldn't possibly be as complex as human language or biology. Could it?
He finally broke from his daze once she shifted positions; sitting with her legs tucked against her chest rather than crossed as she normally did. The posture seemed refined rather than relaxed, and he couldn't help but wonder if for once he should ask the human of her health and well-being.
"..."
Or he could remain silent as always.
Elise watched the singular row of lights in the hall pass quickly as he walked. Her observation skills were lacking lately, and she knew someone other than her 'caretaker' had noticed. It was something that became obvious for anyone after a day or two, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was the reason she hadn't seen Soundwave respond numerically since the day before. The day before...when she'd been attacked by that thing. The thought of it sent callous shivers along her skin.
She hated bugs...so of course there were Insecticons. She couldn't believe this shit. Some days she wished it were all some sort of made up, twisted, surreal dream...and others she regretted the thought of hating the life she lived. Either way it ended badly. She either died up here...or was arrested on Earth for suspected 'treason' against the Pentagon/Government for quitting without resignation. God she hated political figures. Especially republicans.
"Will I die?" Her faint tone just barely caught Soundwave's attention as he turned into the Medical Bay...aka Knock Out's personal working environment. He stared at her blankly for a few moments; halting in the doorway and holding her closer to his visor out of habit. Hazel optics already seemed dead...the glow being dulled down to a darkened haze as she awaited some kind of dramatic and morbid answer. A few more moments went by with a curious Knock Out and a silent Soundwave. Her lip quirked in an emotion unknown to his processors as she realized she wouldn't have an answer.
"I understand."
"I highly doubt you understand anything." The Medic muttered the comment with a blatant scowl before tapping his electric staff against an exterminated Insecticon that had managed to get inside the Nemesis. He hated bugs; finding it to be a common glitch in both he and the human.
"Are you this nice to everyone?" Elise narrowed her eyes with a hint of a smile as she retorted a sarcastic remark to the 'doctor'.
She laughed when Soundwave nodded; still silent.
Even he had his moments.
~End Chapter Seven
God...chapter seven? Already? Holy shit. I honestly didn't expect that...no really I thought this fic would last till like chapter fur at the most. Geeze...its amazing how fast all of this goes. :P
Anyway, hope you all enjoy. Tomorrow is Saturday...meaning episode fourteen showing. Meaning a totally bad-ass Soundwave. Who hopefully won't die. *cough-(He won't because Wheeljack sucks in comparison.)-cough* And I have Direct TV so I get to see it an hour before the rest of you fags in the western region. (If you live in the US that is). -still love you-
Anyway if Sounds does kick the bucket in this next episode...I might actually stop watching the show. I squeal outrageously whenever I see Soundwave come on the screen...even when family is around. I just look back at them and reply with a mild 'fuck you' before continuing to watch like a nerd. So...if he dies...I'll be pretty upset. As in 'my father when the Steelers lose a playoff game' upset.
Yes...I'll be that friking pissed. I honestly wouldn't have doubts mainly because Soundwave actually has a very large following in Prime for such a rarely-seen character. So killing him off would mean a ton of angered Soundwave fans to fear later on in the season...or possibly the very next day. But...the producers and directors don't seem to fear shit. I mean...they fucking killed off Break Down. (probably because of the large amount of gay porn going around the internet between him and KO.) Lol, no, I kidd.
I'm just somewhat glad they haven't killed off Starscream. As delusional as he is I actually like the character they made him out to be. He's very...screamy. haha. So I believe that's the end of my TF:P rant.
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