Zweite Liebe 10

I A knock on the door downstairs pulls the audios to online, yet there is no way this melting form wants to move answer it. No, he slides his hand over the magenta sheets to beg his lover not to move either. He just wants to bury himself into that massive orb of golden love and feel it's vermilion pools bathe him all over again in their desire.

To his disappointment, he finds no silver hot form. In fact the sheets are cold.

Another knock to the door, only this time a bit harder and a voice, "Please, Shockwave, I *choke* need to talk to you. It's important."

Prowl asking for him specifically and Megatron not answering the door to send him away? That's not a good sign.

Shockwave raises himself up, Prowl can wait a moment until he gets himself decent. That's when the paper on Megatron's pillow comes into view.

b 'Sleep my gorgeous beauty for when I return I will more than make sure our mission is successful. I will not be gone long. I will probably be back before you even awaken with your favorite vice. I love you very much but can not wait to ask Karmashock to be godfather to our heir. I must do this in person, I know you will understand why.

So lay your angelic helm back down and stay put. I want to find you in our berth waiting for me when I return. Wait for me. I'm coming home to you.' /b

There's no need to sign it and he didn't. Instead he left a swift sketch of his sleepy Shockwave cuddling a bundled sparking to his side with Megatron watching over them both.

Shockwave's blue spark flutters seeing that Megatron has used his precious art paper to scrawl him a love note-order and a swift sketch of his deepest desires: a family. After what that idiot of a father said to him early this morning, it's so warming to see it didn't destroy Megatron's dream. If anything, it has fueled him into action even going so far to ask Karmashock to be the additional fatherly influence in their sparkling's life.

The lilac hand pulls the note to his chest breathing in the scent of his lover's hand.

Well that is until there is that pounding on the door once more. "Shockwave, PLEASE." That's right, Prowl is pleading.

"One moment please!" The purple homeowner calls back rising to snap on key pieces of his armor. Sabatons and gauntlets can wait, but torso and thighs can not.

Finally the front door is open. "Yes Prowl, what is it? Megatron is not here."

"I-" the chief of police actually coughs as if to clear a large chunk of his emotions from his throat. His voice goes very soft and he hands the lanyard of keys over, "I know."

Shockwave takes his mate's keys but cants his helm ever so curious, "I don't understand."

"May I please come in, you probably need to sit down." The former Autobot is actually being respectful and not such a jerk this time.

Shockwave can feel something tingling in the back of his spine. Something hollow and dark is trying to steal his spark. His hand grips the door frame, "No. You better explain to me right now."

Bounty hunters are nothing new to the former commanders. That he can deal with, in fact has. Prowl would be acting differently if that was the case and Megatron was at the hospital or in jail. There is something VERY bad going on, he can taste it in the air. If Megatron had snapped into Megatronous again Prowl would be a bit more arrogant and brusque to being right and shoving it right at the former Loyal Decepticon.

Prowl pushes the issue dropping to an even soft tone, "Please Shockwave, you really need to sit down."

The hand slaps to the door frame and the antenna perk high, "No! Stop stalling Prowl, just state it."

"He's dead."

Shockwave stiffens and clinches down on the frame but wants the real point. "And?!"

Prowl is surprised Shockwave has just push through the death of his mate to get the rest of the information.

"I'm not a weak aft femme, Officer, out with all of it or go away."

"Karmashock, too."

"Oh Primus," the room sways for Shockwave and he grips the frame tighter with both hands. A shot of stabbing pain in his chest doesn't help either.

Prowl looks up to the odd look on the unique face, "Shockwave, are you alright?"

The antenna lay back and he pulls to his full height, "That's a stupid question to ask, Prowl."

Even Shockwave is surprised how calm and numb he is feeling about the fact his mate is dead. The mech he has long and craved for all his life is suddenly gone… forever. Karmashock's death is hurting more than Megatron's? He too coughs but pushes ahead, "Wh-what happened?"

Prowl grabs Shockwave's arm and this time the taller mech just doesn't have it within himself to argue. They sit on the couch side by side facing the piano. Shockwave can feel another pang ripple through his chest but figures it just to be emotional-grief reaction, nothing serious. After all, a tragic break to a bond is not easy to take. Most certainly not when your spark is gearing it's self up for another round of spark-interfacing.

"I don't have all the details yet, the crime scene investigators are still handling the situation but I wanted to be the one to tell you before the media got a hold of you. At this time I have put a blackout to the victims names until the scene is secured and documented properly."

"Thank you," comes out as a mutter.

The chevroned helm nods, "There was a very disgruntle former patient who was holding his doctor hostage. Dr. Karmashock tried to talk him down and he turned with a loaded weapon. Megatron leapt to save him… and the bullets flew. I'm sorry, Shockwave." For once, Prowl really is sorry. "He was… I can't believe I'm going to say this. It was a very self sacrificing thing for him to do. Atoning, you might even say."

Shockwave sinks his helm to his openly shaking palms, "Oh shit."

"They will be on the way to the morgue soon, do you want me to make arrangements for you to see him?"

Shockwave numbly nods, "I would appreciate that."

"Do you want me to take you?"

The helm slowly shakes, "No, I need to inform …Puncture." He brings his hand up to his mouth. "Prowl, if you will excuse me," he can feel his stomach starting to churn.

"Of course. What do you want me to tell the media?"

Shockwave looks into the optics of one of Megatron's greatest foes. "May I ask one request of you, Prowl?" The black and white nods softly. "Please let him be in peace. I don't want there to be a media circus. He wanted nothing more than peace his whole life. From himself, for himself and everything in between. Can you seal it? I don't want any mention of his name. Ever. Let him rest in peace?"

For Prowl, in a way he is grateful for he really doesn't want the former Warlord to be glorified as a hero in his death, it would leave a bad taste in his mouth after all these vorns. As much as he would like that to be his main reason for doing sealing his name, the truth is… Shockwave has a point. Megatron's last move proved that he would give his life for another which he did not think was possible. He had been wrong about the mech.

"Of course." Before he heads opens the door, he asks once more, "Shockwave, are you sure you are going to be alright?"

"I have been through so much hell with Megatron, that he is finally at peace."

"That's not what I asked."

"Prowl, get out of my home. As much as I appreciate you delivering the news personally, you aren't my friend and honestly, do you care? You got your wish, he's dead. He will never be a bur in your side again." Shockwave knows he's going to purge in just a moment and thus is a bit more aggressive, "See yourself out," and leans heavily on the staircase banister to make it back up to his master's empty berth room.

He never heard the front door close softy, for as soon as his optics saw the paper still laying on Megatron's pillow, his stomach lurches and he lunges for the bathroom. After releasing whatever was in his stomach, blackness pulls him to the cold hard tiles.

The cold hard tiles are not a kind place to wake up on when you never want to wake up again. Still, its not in his programming to give up no matter how empty his spark chamber feels. He finds his hand sliding under his chest plate to his spark. It's too early to tell, but just maybe, he hopes Megatron was successful. With a lift of an antenna, how could he not be? The mech is more virile than a fertility clinic, hell he sparked Shockwave by accident once, maybe he was successful on purpose this time.

The violet chest takes a deep breath and pulls upright. Time to face the duties of a mate and a loyal soldier.

With a swift shower over with, he makes the fateful phone call. Puncture isn't at home, so Shockwave leaves him one simple message, "If you want to see Megatron, I will be at the morgue. After that, you can see him at the pyre." It might not have been the most respectful way to deliver the news, but what else can he say to a mech who did what he did this morning?

Shockwave slowly makes his way to Kaon General Administration and lays his right hand to the counter top. A glint catches his optic and draws his focus to the ring; his spark plunges again.

A chipper secretary comes over popping her gum raking her optics down his form, "Oh hello! What can I do you for?"

"I would like to see my mate," the English voice is somehow smooth and consistent. His antenna pull taught like one might their jaw when she leans in with an extra glint to her optic.

Still perky-bot smacks her gum and winks, "Aw she must be one lucky femme. Let me guess, maternity ward? Second floor to the right. You want to take that elevator-"

The hand becomes a fist and his voice goes to a dark tone that even he hasn't heard from himself since the war. "Shut up you little, twit!" it stops her instructions but she wasn't ready for the rest as he leans in and goes darker. "He was brought in by the coroner's hearse. So if you can get that piece of crap out of your mouth long enough to call the morgue and let them know Mr. Shockwave is on his way, I would SEVERELY appreciate it."

There is anything BUT appreciation in his severe voice. All color drains out of her face and optics. She opens her mouth to say something but one sharp pointer slices through the air and wisely she says nothing more.

"I will make my own way down. If Mr. Puncture shows up, I suggest you show him a hell of a lot more courtesy to his son's slab!"

With that he steps away. He doesn't give a damn when the little thing bursts into tears. If anything, that should be a serious on the job training moment for the airhead.

Still, the long walk to the tombs of the hospital are cold and dark. The sickening feeling is coming to his chest again, but he must do this. He always knew this day would come, he just never expected it to come on the morning of attempted-conception. He never expected it to take Karmashock as well. Fate has been doubly cruel today.

The door is right there, but he can't find a way to make his pedes to move forward. When the door opens and a mech steps out, Shockwave pulls from his daze. "Mr. Shockwave?" The voice is soft like one who knows exactly what he is doing. This is not his first rodeo, but still he is a compassionate professional. The purple helm gives a soft dip, and the mech lays a soft welcoming hand out, "When you are ready, just come through."

The proud pained chest, takes a deep breath and moves. The mortician once again lays a soft hand out and shows the way, but Shockwave raises a hand, "Please, may I see Dr. Karmashock first? After all, Megatron was there to see his friend."

With a nod he lays a hand out to the other table, "I can only show you his face, the rest is, bad. He was crushed in the impact."

Shockwave turns a curious helm up, "What do you mean?"

The mortician once more lays his hands between them both, "I'm sorry, Dr. Karmashock was not killed by a bullet like Mr. Megatron was. The doctor was killed by the impact of Megatron's fall. The motorbike-mech just… he didn't stand a chance under all the weight of the tank-mech."

Shockwave pales and can feel the room spin. "Hey, it's alright, sit right here." The coated mech reaches for a stool but Shockwave waves him off holding onto the tables right and left. One bears Karmashock and the other Megatron. Megatron actually killed Karmashock in protection? No, Megatron was a better gladiator in that.

Shockwave shakes his head, "No, that can't be. He was a trained fighter and a miner. He knows how to bridge himself over another in a cave. He would never have let something like that happen."

The mortician folds the sheet down on each mech. There Shockwave can see the clean up hole right through the center of Megatron's forehelm. "Oh Megatron." He was dead before impact thus never had a chance to get his arms into position to bridge over Karmashock.
"He still had the doctor tight in his grip when they went to access the situation. I'm very sorry, Mr. Shockwave. I know this must be hard to lose them both in such a manner."

Shockwave just looks down on his mate and strokes the face in sweet gray serenity. He moves both hands along the rim of the helm and pops the secret catches he knows all too well.

"Sir, what are-ooooh," the mortician remains silent from there as Shockwave sets the helmet on the chest so his fingers can trail through that crest one last time. Ever so slowly he strokes each of the four prongs to their full length. No longer do they have the vibrant colors of just this morning when he had last played with them. Still even in death, they give his Lord a very regal look.

"I will never stop loving you, Megatron. I am trying to follow your last order. I'm trying to complete our last mission."

There are no other words that will come out of him, for the reality of his world has come crashing down. Was it fitting or was it fate finishing it's cruelty to have Puncture come in just as he feels something break within his chest pushing him to almost crack a sob.

"Shockwave, you should count this as a blessing from Primus that you will not have to raise his sparkling."

The icy pain comes up his throat and out chilling the air between them over the dead mech that was the only link to their two lives, "Do not speak to me, Puncture."

Puncture feels the frozen reception to his words, and starts to say something but the purple mech leans over. Shockwave gives Megatron's cold lips one last kiss just hoping that one of those children's fairytale stories would come true and Megatron would at least would start breathing again if not kiss him back and take them both away from this cold dark room.

Instead of speaking Puncture lays a hand on the violet shoulder breaking all hopeful thoughts and once more shoving reality into his face. Lifting his helm, jerks his shoulder out from under the older one's touch. Kind or not, it's like poison right now. The widower doesn't even look at the other just taking the helmet up again and replacing it, locking the secret catches over the beautiful crest so that the father can not look upon it ever again. Then the elegant shoulders raises proud and true turning his back on Puncture in a curt about-face soldier's move. He will not let Puncture see his optic about to burst or the soft expression he has while laying a mournful hand on the chest of the motorbike that meant so much to him as well. /I

"Karmashock was not just Megatron's therapist, but you know that. He was so much of a help to me as well. He understood that the patient's road of healing was not just his own but the whole family. More times than I can count, he had a moment for me and my own issues."

Cole nods in complete agreement to that. "That I will say is very true. He would always have a moment for another. I never faulted him for that, nor did he for I when I had patients and family that needed extra care."

Shockwave nods and touches that hidden golden spark on the young flyer, "You two were good for each other."

A smile crosses his thin dark lips, "Yeah, we were."

"Have you seen Karmashock's children since?"

"I ran into Kortez the other day at the market, but Violex has been back to staying with her mother. Some sort of mechfriend trouble again."

"And Cera?"

"No. She was very silent at the funeral. I think it hurt a lot more than others knew. She had always said that his occupation was dangerous and she worried for him. Not to say that I haven't either!"

They both give a light smile to the fiasco Cole brought down on them all for his dream gone haywire and caused … well issues among the four of them for a short time.

"I think Cera is really upset that her biggest fear came true: he died due to his choice of occupation. He gave his life in trying to protect others."

A rueful smile comes across his face. Cole took care of others during the war. Shockwave served in the war. Megatron started the war! Karmashock wasn't even on the planet during the war and yet he's the one that died in a near battle like situation and Megatron died trying to save someone. That last piece may shock everyone, but not these two.

"Fate has a twisted sense of humor," Shockwave darkly muses.

Cole brings his hand over Shockwave's right one still baring Megatron's mark, "Fate may be cruel, but Primus has been kind to me." That tweaks the darker helm making Cole soothe his hand again, "He didn't leave me alone. I didn't lose everyone like I first thought."

"No, Cole you didn't." Holding their hands tighter together, Shockwave pushes further, "Neither did I. Thank you for coming back."

Cole snuggles down against Shockwave's chest, "Thank you for staying."

Shockwave nuzzles in, "We can do this, Cole. I think we were meant to be."

The red helm just nods and breathes in the scent of warm Shockwave alive and breathing against him.

They don't need love making to make their relationship. What they need is this: feeling each other alive.