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Oc x Soundwave

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Ch. 11; Recognition, Distrust, and Superiority

"Push it you're going to lose!"

"Shut up! I know what I'm doing!"

Elise flexed her hand a bit after she released the death grip on the car seat. She had no idea how fast he was going...but a good example to tell was the fact that you couldn't see anything out the window. Mountains looked like streaks of brown and orange just as the sun started touching the horizon of the desert...and suddenly it wasn't as warm as it had been earlier.

"Knock Out..."

"What?" She smiled at the aggravation of his tone just as he pulled in front of a custom car, an ugly yellow one to be precise. He swerved to the side in front of it, cutting the car off and watching the wheels turn while the breaks catch the dirt just before the car flipped off the road. He kept driving, and Elise watched with wide eyes as her lip quirked in an unreadable emotion. He hoped he hadn't upset her with the 'attempt at killing' stunt, but it was a...easier...way of winning. Not that he would lose to some fleshling. Never. Not in a spark beat.

"No wonder you win all of these things." A cutesy grin curved over her features just before he crossed between a flat mountain and a dead tree, the two landmarks being the 'finish line'.

"Does Soundwave know you win and race these things?" She inquired with a raised brow and pursed lips. Her head turned from her view to the back in one swift movement; swinging her braid to hit his dashboard annoyingly.

"I'd imagine, with his scrutinizing faceplate in everything, that he's even watched me race before." Elise couldn't help but take notice to the hints of pride and vain arrogance in his tone, deeper than usual. Although he insulted her seeker she wouldn't say anything. She knew the two had a past of some sort…or perhaps just didn't like each other.

"Yea, you're in so much trouble with him when we get back."

"All the more reason to go another round..." She giggled at the sheer confidence behind his words. The street racing concept was obviously one he enjoyed, and for an odd reason watching him win wasn't too bad for her either. The way he destroyed a car in the beginning of the race to the way he flipped that yellow one just minutes ago. It was exciting, fun, and for Elise; one of the best things she's ever witnessed. Perhaps being aboard the Nemesis for so long had 'altered' her view point of pain and loss. Had this happened before she would have stopped the damn car and quickly struggled to help the person inside. But...it was almost comical to watch that car smash into pieces...due to her 'automobile'.

She watched the other cars approach, all speeding at a dangerous speed towards the finish line...all angry at the fact that they'd lost the moment they started their engines.

"This...is fun." Hazel eyes seemed to sparkle as she laughed again. For once she was enjoying herself...even more than usual.

"Scrap. There goes the fun…" The sound of a thin jet passed over them as quickly as it had came. It was all too familiar…the sleek exterior, the deep shade of lavender and gray, the simple outline of his agile form, the speed that left the air disrupt behind him. It was a wave of sound that echoed across the desert so much more angrily now that both she and her Medic recognized him as he made another pass above. Elise turned to look at the dashboard with the expression a child would have if in trouble.

"You're so dead."


"Soundwave...your continuous absences have been rather...adverse. I never once considered the fact that my most loyal subject would begin to doubt my rule." Megatron paced as customary; his arms set against his lower back as he confronted his Intelligence Officer in the bridge of the Nemesis. Purple optics narrowed in contemplation of whether or not what he presumed was true. He glanced back at his most trusted follower who was currently knelt down on the floor and bowing as expected. The single mech who'd been by his side since the beginning, since his first speech and his first order and even his first decision was beginning to demonstrate a distant…aloofness. He'd been silent throughout this entire ordeal; remaining constant and never once failing him on or off the field of battle. He had truly been the definition of perfect…until his recent 'behavior'.

"I don't suppose something is taking place aboard the ship that I wouldn't be aware of...correct, Soundwave?" The bot didn't retort; remaining silent in respect for his one true Lord as he always had. When questions like these were pointed for him to respond, he usually didn't. Out of pure respect and devotion, of course. Megatron turned swiftly on his heel to glare at the other as reaction to the vocal silence; the small technological noises of the Vehicons and computers being drowned out with deliberation.

"Well?" He could feel another foreign emotion begin to rouse within the pit of his wiring…it was shaky, tense, and unpleasant. He recalled the feeling when he'd first been onlined.

Nervousness.

There was a short moment where he felt vulnerable under his leader's stare…as if the firewalls within his processor's security systems were about to crash. That intense glow of Megatron's optics being pointed at him made that uneasy feeling grow. He'd seen that look of reflection pass over his face many times. It was an expression that he wore when considering the status and rank of one in his army. It forced a sense of grief over the mech…an offended feeling rose at the pit of his spark due to the simple fact of being distrusted. He didn't understand, for once…he accomplished all necessary requirements when told, he kept up with security status and removed every sign of Elise, he even continued his semi-constant research over the Iacon database. What could ha have possibly been doing wrong to spike such dire suspicions?

"I will take your predicted silence as an act of competence. Prove to me your allegiance by retrieving the last artifact located at the fourth set of coordinates." Soundwave glanced up with a slight air of eagerness that he'd only felt as a sparkling. It was an easy task…perhaps difficult depending upon the Autobot he would be forced to encounter, but nonetheless unproblematic.

Easy.

"Success is anticipated-..." The plates of the ruler's fingers rested together in a meticulous kind of way. As if absorbed in thought.

Soundwave nodded without hesitance before standing; his processors momentarily blank as he installed the orders. He understood clearly. His directives were clear…and nothing would disrupt his given mission.

"-…as everything else is." Megatron turned back to the window of the Nemesis with indefinite judgments. He had full faith that his Communications Officer would return successful.


"Soundwave." Elise smiled into her greeting as she stood from the table in the Medical Bay; playing with some colorful little human gadget she'd discovered at the base of her duffel bag. A 'rubix cube' he believed. The Medic was preparing himself for his assignment just as the other walked in; eying the medic without notice while turning to the human. He was still pissed at Knock Out…and she could easily tell.

"01001001 01110100 00100000 01110111 01100001 01110011 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01100110 01100001 01110101 01101100 01110100 00101110" -It was my fault.-

Knock Out's helm turned in a swift motion as the human girl struggled slightly to speak in numbers. It was a language he was familiar with…not fully capable of understanding, but aware of. Still, the fact that she could speak it was somewhat impressive.

~ 01010100 01101000 01101001 01101110 01100111 01110011 00100000 01100001 01110010 01100101 00100000 01110101 01110011 01110101 01100001 01101100 01101100 01111001 00100000 01101000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01100110 01100001 01110101 01101100 01110100 00101110 ~ -Things are usually his fault.-

The brunette smiled widely at his 'joke'. A small hand covered her grin with haste; her giggles muffling into her fingers as she fought back the urge to laugh. Knock Out listed to her little spurts of chuckles and such while rolling his optics bitterly at the oh-so-lovely couple that stood behind him, exchanging facetious remarks in some language he was unable to even see much less read or understand. Elise and Soundwave…had become close. Too close for his liking, which concerned the mech since he usually didn't 'like' anything. He huffed haughtily; earning the two's attention and ending their secret conversation without bothering to interrupt it. Soundwave turned back to his human with an almost non-existent shrug.

He pointed at her with a long finger, tapping the table in front of her crossed legs twice before nodding as usual. It usually meant she would be alone for some time. They were being sent all at once to the four coordinates to collect what was rightfully Megatron's….the Iacon relics.

"I understand…I'll be fine. I won't leave the room." He stared at her warily…unsure of her answer as a wide grin spread over her chapped lips.

"I promise, Soundwave." She nodded with a smile while toying at the square stickers of her newly acquired color-cube. The thought of her going down to the surface of Earth displeased him enough, but the simple notion of going with Knock Out made his processors ache with aggravation. She took off without his knowing…with the Medic…to get more food and human supplies. Sure he'd commanded the red mech to go and obtain the nourishment needed to keep her alive…but taking Elise with him? The action was irresponsible, imprudent, careless, and overall implausible. Then on top of it all, he offhandedly took her street racing among other humans. How glitched could the fragger have possibly been to even consider it?

Soundwave shook off the thought and nodded again before turning to leave; the thick sounds of his footsteps echoing throughout the Med-bay and down the hall. The doors slid shut with one swift movement before the Medic turned and glared at the door.

"You should be happy that he didn't bother in telling Megatron."

"The only reason that scrutinizing scrapheap didn't was because of you."

"He's not a scrapheap. You're just pissed off."

"Please, that cosmetic burnout needs an upgrade more than we need energon. His color is outdated."

"Stop being so metro-sexual about the whole situation! And mustard-yellow rims aren't exactly attractive!" Metro-sexual? The term was unknown to him in all forms and downloaded languages, but by the human's tone and following insult Knock Out could only think of it as a rude slur of some sort. He was stunned at first; by the offensive remark on his rims. Never once had the mech heard such a crass observation come from the human. She knew he took almost too much pride in his paintjob, therefore she bashed it. It was one of the few ways she could successfully insult the mech, so Elise used it to her advantage.

"I should rip off your stabilizing servos for that comment." The threat came out like a swift hiss; red optics narrowing as he knelt down to her eye level almost menacingly. Although he would never do such a thing it did seem to be quite a clever idea. Then he would be able to drive her, incapable of conveyance or walking, around without any complaint from neither her nor Megatron's personal 'camera'.

"Do that and I might die of simple blood loss. The medical care around here is shit compared to communications, haven't you heard?"

"Would you quit attempting to defend Soundwave?"

"Don't get your circuits in a bunch…it's my fault we're-…you're in trouble anyway." The organic huffed as she crossed her arms, the breathy movement making her side-braid jump rather dramatically. He could see her lip quirk downwards, indicating disrupt emotions. She'd explained it once as; a rotten feeling.

Hazel eyes lingered around the room before finally looking his way. That smirk on his lip components irked her…mainly because it was a smirk or mirth and success rather than one of humor. She'd defeated her own argument with a simple confession, and she could tell Knock Out knew it all too well. Lips pursed in question as the arrogance slid of his face into a frown, more of a scowl. This consistent routine of bickering that they'd manage to pull together forced him to forget her origin. His optics scanned the human over and over again, reminding himself that she was weak, soft, and useless. It was odd how he felt accepted when he spoke to her, more so than when speaking to a fellow Cybertronian. It was as if he was talking to a technology-based femme, or just someone else. The way Elise used her words, how she would retort with little fear of the repercussions that could damage or kill her, it wasn't like speaking to the vain and incompetent humans that would spit worthless threats and words at him when racing. When he argued with this…organic…he didn't feel the difference in species, he didn't feel anything recognizable to his processors.

"How do you expect to succeed in this mission anyway? You're compromised!" The brunette began yelling.

"I am not compromised!"

"What? Are you serious? You're one giant fucking compromise!" She gestured to his entire body with her tiny arms; flailing them about as if she couldn't control them.

"Who do you think you're kidding? I hear everything you say! You've been impaired ever since your partner died! Even when I was in stasis I noticed! Why can't you just express the fact that you're upset over his demise?" She could barely remember his Partner's name…Breakdown, was it? Either way it didn't help her little tantrum. Elise continued ranting with an aggravated appeal; her pulse becoming visible in the right temple of her forehead as her cheeks and nose heated red. Her hands were fisted, and for a moment she felt like she'd overreacted. Mainly because Knock Out was quite.

He leaned back slightly; his hands coming up in an almost defensive way as the small white points that appeared to be ear pieces sulked down adorably like a cats. The frown that curved against his lips almost pathetically made her tensed body loosen, and the fact that his optics seized the sight of the floor didn't make the situation any better. Hazel eyes winced as the joints in his fingers twitched with a mixture of grief, anger, and embarrassment. Of course he had a stronger sense of regret that Breakdown was…gone. He felt…responsible. He felt ignorant. For the meager purposes of a strong appearance he'd said nothing all this time. He acted like it was something of pride…something to fight for rather than mourn for.

"My grief would be misinterpreted for weakness…" The words hissed past his tensed features as he wrapped a clawed hand around her fragile body rather violently. She was warm, as usual, but this time she seemed a bit more up in temperature…perhaps the rage she'd just verbally exposed to him had something to do with it, but either way it wasn't going to affect the expression of fear she now portrayed. Even then that could have been the culprit of her heat-elevated flesh. Her fear…of him. That small growling frown of anger she'd witnessed subsided as a slick smile began to form over his lip components. The thought of Breakdown slid away as if non-existent, and for one his anguish was subsided with a sick idea.

Elise felt...afraid. She'd never been afraid of Knock Out, ever. Maybe it was the abrupt hormones of her period swirling, but the fact that she was scared and shaking told her otherwise. Her lips parted to speak out in protest of his previous comment just as the sharpest of pains shot up her lower limb. The very tip of the Medic's thumb pressed into her left leg with malicious intent; gaining a stutter of a gasp as the human squirmed within his clutch. He watched with narrow red optics, captivated as her head jolted back with clenched teeth in hurt; eyes closing rather theatrically while she bit into her lower lip. It was the shock that burdened her most. The fact that her Medic was causing the pain was…unbelievable. Apparently she'd crossed some kind of senseless line that broke into the rationality of the bot holding her.

'Why is it always my fucking left leg?'

Knock Out seemed almost absorbed in her distraught reaction. He could feel the smallest trickle of blood taint the silver of his finger component; earning a minor sigh behind his aggression. He could kill her…right there. Even though he didn't want to…he could. It was the reason he'd become a doctor. The simple thought of having someone's life in your hands to take or give was erotic. The controlling power he was unable to physically promote was given to him, also physically, but within a completely different concept. Now here he was; looking this meager organic in the optics as she released water from her eyes out of strong discomfort. He'd never seen her so…pitiful. Of course she'd just now embarrassed him, so now he would embarrass her.

"S-S-Sound-…Wa-ave!" She managed a simple call for help, just for assistance in her implausible predicament. He was the only living being that would come for her…but even then the chances of her mech hearing that were slim to none, especially since the seeker had already left the Nemesis. She could tell her comment made Knock Out even more infuriated than before; for what specific reason she couldn't tell, but the increased amount of pressure being placed over her body indicating so.

"Again with that rusted wing-nut?" He literally scoffed the insult that she could barely comprehend; dry lips beginning to bleed as she bit into the lower a second time, feeling the small tip of his extremity press further into her torn flesh. The amount of scars were uncountable, and he was simply adding on more to her sun-damaged skin with this hostile action. Still, she felt more than just the throbbing sensation that overwhelmed her.

His single-handed grasp around the organic caused her chest to tighten as he held her close to his face-plate; examining everything she did under the density and force of pain. He drove his claw deeper; careful not to completely rip off her limb or render it useless due to his superior size. Although she suffered the thought made her realize that's what it'd been about. Superiority. For once Elise regretted her previous words…she regretted saying anything at all in offense to the red mech. It had only brought him closer and closer to this point where he was willing to hurt her which had been something he would have never done without purpose. She could feel the small point press into her leg more; tearing at her physically, mentally…emotionally. It felt like he was trying to prove something to her…like he hated her with a passion of encased endearment. It felt like a violation of the mind and body; proving to be so by the simple fact that he'd become close to her…her friend.

"Interesting…" Knock Out set a curled finger to his chin; making her wince at the subtle action out of caution.

The brunette finally managed a simple whimper as she opened her eyes. It felt like the pointed edge of a fence-post was lodged into her muscles and tissue…moving in different directions to observe her diverse reactions. Red optics met hazel eyes in a blur of tears. The red was lit by an angry, pulsing hue; staring her down just before softening a bit. He had hurt her more than he had intended to…and he could see it now that her breathing had quickened and her expression was recognizable. It was an expression of…damage. It was a human countenance he hadn't identified until now, and it struck him into consciousness of his actions. He released her abruptly in response.

He'd violated her…and he knew it.

"Y-…y-y-you…What's your fucking m-malfunction?" She held her leg as she shook, terrified, within a curled position as she put pressure on the wound of her leg. She recalled the familiar taste of salt on her tongue as her tears slipped into her mouth. She felt scared…defiled…hurt. She hadn't felt so betrayed since the day he father beat her senseless for something she didn't do. She felt…pathetic.

"…" Of course he had no response. He couldn't even think for himself at the moment.

So he left. He left the med-bay without a sound; the red of his paint shining against the dim lights of the hallway as he exited to prepare for his mission. Elise would be taken care of later…but not now. Right now he had to clear his head…and take possession of his assigned Iacon relic.

But…he couldn't help feel satisfied with the outcome of what had happened. Humans…he hated all of them with a passion, but this particular one…Elise…he hated her the most.

He hated her because he cared.

~End Chapter Eleven


Ahhhh, holy shit! Where the fuck did this come from?

Yep, that's more than likely what you're all thinking. Well, I've come to tell you.

One of this fic's beloved followers (who will remain unnamed) asked for an implied or full-on rape scene between KO and Elise. I had no fucking idea how to imply such a scene since...well...he's like 100x her size. So, I came up with emotional and mental violations, and she/he agreed contently with said idea. So, I hope you're all happy!

I need to include Vehicon Steve some more. I love that guy. c:

Latest episode review;

bulkhead...don't die on us...or...yea sure die buddy, you'll be missed greatly. They killed off fucking Cliffjumper and Breakdown, so honestly it wouldn't surprise me. Damn producers...these bastards and their violent kids shows.

Oh btw...TOONAMI IS FUCKING BACK YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! yess.

(Its been back for like two weeks now, wtf am I doing.)

Anyway, I honestly don't think Bulkhead's going to offline. He's too...Bulkhead-y. they didn't even kill off Wheeljack...so whatevs bro. This is how the producers mess with our heads you guys! It's like a man-maid version of paranoia. Oh gosh, I'm such an jerk. c;

Soo...hope you all liked. It will definitely be a Sounder's chapter next time. And I'm almost 100percent sure that Knock Out owes our little Elise a fucking apology. :c

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