hello all! I'm sorry I didn't update this story for a bit :c I wanted my Loki fan fic to get up there alittle bit. I want 5 chapters in that before this week ends.

But here you all are!

enjoy and please review c: warning for anyone; Soundwave kinda does something really disturbing to himself.

The team stalked Soundwave and Bee as they made their slow way to Bee's room. Though the bot didn't intend for the dark one to sleep with him- he'd certainly sleep across from his. Soundwave's room would also be close to Ratchett's. Which was a very good thing since the man had a beaten up everything.

Arcee was going to put him furthest from their rooms and lab for security sake. But it did seem that… well, Soundwave wasn't going to try anything. That leg made her face go sour with pity.

Ratchett whispered to the motorcycle, "Do you think I should work on him tonight? Once he's asleep? I fear that if he does fall asleep, his spark would dim."

"If you're up to it. Sparks can always brighten up."

"Yes but look at him. The way he crashed was the most violent I've seen."

"Do what you must."

Bee eventually coaxed Soundwave to go into his own room. It was clear the bot didn't understand the mute car as much as he didn't understand the jet. Though Bulkhead tilted at the sight, it was kinda cute.

Miko would've loved it.

That night it accured to Ratchett that almost no one was getting 'sleep' or any retire that they all needed. As if the Autobots life wasn't hectic enough? Now they had a hurt Deception in their grasps.

But no one had showed up for the bot…

As he made his way to Soundwave's room, he found Smokescreen guarding it.

"You really don't nee-"

"Yes I do."

It was foolish to argue with a tired and tampered child, so Ratchett shrugged it off and went inside, leaving Smokescreen to guard the door. Whatever made him happy.

The medic saw that Soundwave sat up, clutching the metal bars of his medic table/bed. His eyes glowed brightly along with the rest of his body in the dark. Hacking into his memory, the doctor remembered how Miko described a 'rave'. How neon lights were so bright in the dark it was beautiful.

Could this be what she meant? It certainly made the bot look like Arcee with neon purple lights.

But he wasn't here to dole in his memories of the humans or the past. He had a great job ahead of him.

Yet- a sudden dark thought crept over the red doctor as he approached Soundwave cautiously.

What if I re-programmed him more… what if I made him—

The taboo and un-godly thought made him scoff at himself. Soundwave tilting his head at the emotional expression Ratchett was giving.

Ignoring everything now, He hooked up Soundwave to a daze chemical and oil, letting the bot adjust and become in a haze… his lights lowering as his body accepted the relaxation.

The medic began to work on the leg first- taking the half dead part off and replacing it with a temporary one. He'd fix up the dead part later. Right now Soundwave just needed an actual working leg.

He huffed at that got done in about…. 5 hours? It was almost morning.

But he couldn't stop now. Once a doctor starts, he doesn't stop until finished.

…What if I re-programmed him….

The rest got up and out of their beds, stretching and acting like they had a good nights rest. When they didn't. At all.

Infact- they all just wanted to crawl back and try again.

Bulkhead complained that he missed Miko and might visit her today. Arcee agreed. Though she knew the kids were on their finals this week. They might not have time to hang- even if they wanted to.

Human schools were such fickle things.

And surprisingly, Bee said nothing about his partner in crime. Nothing at all. Nor about the others. Arcee turned her head to Smokescreen, seeing if he had an answer. He just shrugged. Bee was acting so weird lately…

But Bee was thinking about his night...

all started when the others left.

Bee had awoken from his on and off so called slumber. Mostly thinking of Optimus and having timid nightmares. He was only freaking himself out more when he shifted positions. It was very dark.

He heard some scratching across his way and he decided to investigate, seeing if it was another earth rodent problem.

Alas. It was coming from Soundwave's room.

Making a head tilt and silent stir of radio scratchy noises he slumped against the door. The scratch of his metal made a thump sound at the other end, and the noise quieted immediately.

…. Bee turned to go back but it started up again. He made an annoyed chirp and un-locked the door, peeking in. This time the noise didn't seem to care.

His blue optics widened.

Soundwave was picking at his head gears. Pulling them out through little wires and chip looking things. His lavender eyes hazed over in a drugged look.

Quickly making a screech Bee ran to a startled Soundwave and grabbed his arms, pulling them over. Soundwave kicked and fussed, seeming to forget who Bee was. Where he was. Everything—

Bee made more frantic tik sounds and buzzing, trying to get the sick decepticon to stop and holt his behavior. Though the autobot soon realized that his fuss wasn't making anything better.

Quieting his words, he hushed Soundwave with a click of his radio and some classical music began to play. The lavender optics glowed and seemed to recognize something. Looking up at Bee's face his mouth opened alittle.

Their faces were really, really close…

The flashback was dimmed when he heard Ratchetts gruff voice.

"I did the best I could."