Epilogue Part 2
"You completed the task I asked of you, youngling. This other task? You should never have had to do."
Something was stroking her helm. Fixit purred happily, sleepily nuzzling into it further. Someone chuckled as the warm thing she was laying on rumbled under her…wait.
The Eradicon onlined her optics blearily, peering up to meet Soundwave's fond purple optics. Oh. It was just Soundwave…wait, what!?
She jerked, trying to sit up, but was held down via a strong arm around her waist. "Soundwave!?"
"Fixit," he frowned lightly at her reaction, his servo slipping down to cradle her face. "What's wrong?"
"Y-you're actually…actually here?" she breathed shakily, looking like she wanted to cry.
The host mecha was most definitely alarmed now. "Of course, Fixit. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. I promise."
Fixit laughed wobbily, sinking down to bury her helm in his neck. "Y-you going somewhere was never the issue. Me, on the other hand…"
He held her tightly. Just the thought of her leaving after he had just gotten her back…
"…oh. Ooohhh! I remember now!" she exclaimed, her memories of everything she had done after arriving back home flooding back. "…oh, frag. Um…" How the frag was she going to explain this to Soundwave?
He sat up, shifting back to lean against the wall and arranging Fixit to straddle his lap. She hissed, wincing at the soreness in her valve. He looked torn between sympathy and smugness. But the smugness won out as she smacked his chest irritably, gingerly cuddling into him.
"I'd say sorry, but…" he drawled, far too pleased with himself as he watched her attempt to find a position that was comfortable.
"Frag you," she muttered, not really able to work up much annoyance. She was just as happy with finally being taken as he was with taking her. It didn't hurt that much, it was mostly just because her valve hadn't been used before…
"I already did," he purred into her audio, making her flush. "But if you really want a repeat performance…"
"It'll have to wait until I can move without cursing," she informed him tartly, smacking his chest lightly again. He chuckled, wrapping his arms more securely around her as they relaxed together, just enjoying each other's presence.
But unfortunately, the silence couldn't last forever.
"…what did you mean before?" he asked quietly, slowly stroking her back soothingly. He regretted interrupting the peace, but he needed to know, especially since it apparently affected her so badly.
Fixit hesitated, absentmindedly tracing delicate designs on the plating over his spark as she thought. "…well, um, I…oh frag, how do I explain this? Um…"
He caught her servo in his, nudging her helm up to look at him. He kissed her reassuringly, rubbing his thumb over her servo.
"I was…well. It's been three years since you saw me last, but…nineteen years since I last saw you," she said slowly, leaning her helm against his. She shuttered her optics as he looked taken aback. "Frag, this would be so much easier if I could just show you…"
"…then why don't you?"
She opened her optics to look at him quizzically…only to choke in shock as he opened his chest, baring his spark to her. She stared at his glowing, beautiful lavender spark in amazement, not sure what to do.
"Fixit…" Soundwave tipped her helm back to look her in the optic. "Will you bond with me?"
The Eradicon gaped at him wordlessly, mouth opening and closing blankly. The host mecha watched her nervously, getting more and more anxious the longer the silence went on.
"…w-why?" Fixit breathed in honest confusion.
He arched a brow. "…because I love you and want to be with you forever?"
"I- no, that's- I don't- why me!?" she stammered, trying to keep her focus on his optics. His spark kept capturing her attention, though…she really wanted to touch it…
"Fixit," he vented softly, leaning his helm against hers as he stroked her face. "I want you because you're you. I love you, and want to make it very clear that you are mine. I refuse to lose you again."
She looked down, frowning contemplatively. Her servo moved to unconsciously hover over his spark as she thought, although she jerked it away slightly when she realized what she was doing.
Soundwave vented steadily, gripping her a bit tighter. "…go ahead. It's alright."
Fixit snapped her optics back to his in shock, but found nothing in his face to indicate he was lying. Slowly, hesitantly, she moved her servo back to his spark…and reached in to brush lightly over the outer edges.
His vents hitched as he tightened his hold on her convulsively, a strangled groan escaping his lips. She continued delicately tracing her servo over his spark, fascinated by his reactions as he began to writhe under her.
"F-fraggin'…tease," he panted, helm thrown back against the wall. The Eradicon smirked slightly, slowing her servo's movements till she was just resting it lightly over his spark. Her smile faded as she stared at his chest, letting him calm down.
And then, hesitantly, she opened her own chest plates. Soundwave intaked sharply at the sight of her red, bleeding black spark with a white halo. She shifted uncomfortably...
"Stupid fraggin' spawn of a toaster…" she hissed as her valve twinged. The host mecha smirked slightly, but it faded back into concern quickly.
"Fixit…what happened to your spark?"
Her wings twitched as she looked away. "…BlueJay. He- he would use our twin bond to h-hurt me. And his death, it- it also caused some damage. So…yeah."
"…ah." He watched her carefully for a long moment, before dipping his helm to her chest. She choked in pleasure as he dragged the tip of his glossa over the outer edge of her spark, servos flying to grasp his helm desperately.
"S-Sound- ah!- wav-ve!" Fixit cried as he tenderly laid open-mouthed kisses over her red spark. She vented rapidly as he pulled back, trying to cool her overheating frame while he stroked her wings softly, observing her reactions hungrily.
"…I do not care that you are damaged, Fixit. I've known this for a long time…and I love you regardless. Will you bond with me?"
She stared into his optics. "…I…y-yes. I will."
Soundwave vented shakily in relief, leaning his helm against hers. "…good," he whispered just before he captured her lips, bringing their chests closer together.
They shivered and moaned in unison as the outer fields of their sparks brushed…and slowly, agonizingly slowly, their sparks merged.
Fixit purred as she snuggled with her sparkmate and his symbionts on their couch. Soundwave and Ravage were just enjoying the contact as they deliberately ignored the cackling coming from the two femmes as they plotted Fixit's official return.
…they had taken the cycle off for this? Really?
Jazz banged on Soundwave's door insistently.
He had overheard Moonracer talking to Chromia about the new friend he had made, how the mech had saved him and then proceeded to get lost with Moonracer afterwards. The saboteur had chuckled quietly to himself, and was about to move on when Chromia asked what the mech's designation was.
"His designation's Fixit! He's a modified Eradicon!" the young femme had cheerfully replied, shocking Jazz into walking into a wall.
After recovering from his surprise and interrogating Moonracer, Jazz had immediately pulled up surveillance footage from around the city…and sure enough, the young femme's new friend had been the crazy Eradicon medic who had sacrificed himself to bring back Optimus.
Unfortunately, after dropping Moonracer off at the range, Fixit had disappeared back into the city, hence why he was pounding on Soundwave's door. If anyone could find the Eradicon, it was him.
The door finally slid open, Jazz's fist just missing the host mecha's bare face. He pushed past him into the apartment, not bothering to wait for an invitation.
"Finally! Listen, mech, Ah need ya help with…somethin'…" the saboteur trailed off as he gaped in shock at the Eradicon curled up on the host mecha's couch, cuddling with his symbionts.
"Hey Jazz, what up?" Fixit waved cheerfully, ignoring Soundwave's exasperated noise. "Long time no see!"
"…you stupid fragging-! Why didn't you comm someone when you woke up!?" he shouted at the femme, losing his accent as he stalked over to her.
"…thank you." She jumped up to hug him tightly, taking him off guard.
"Wha-?"
"…you kept your promise. You saved them. Thank you," she whispered into his baffled shoulder.
He vented heavily, his own arms coming up to wrap around her. "…it was t' least Ah could do, seein' as ya brought OP back. But don' think tha' this gets ya outa yer scolding! Why didn't ya comm someone!?"
"…"
"…"
"…um…"
"…it nevha even crossed ya processor, did it?"
"…no?"
He growled faintly in exasperation, letting his helm fall to rest on her shoulder with a clang. Fraggin' idiotic femme…
After a breem or so, his arms were politely but firmly removed from the Eradicon's frame, Soundwave wrapping his arm around her and drawing her into his side possessively.
"Oi! Ah wasn't done yet-!"
"Let it go, Jazz," Fixit advised, relaxing into the host mecha's embrace.
"But-!"
"…we kinda sorta just bonded a couple of joors ago?" she explained sheepishly, hiding her helm in Soundwave's chest at the saboteur's incredulous look.
"Seriously!? Tha's…oh. Oooohhh. T' bond's still settlin', isn't it? Tha's why Sounders is being all possessive of ya…" he realized, remembering back to the early days of his and Prowl's bonding. "Although Ah have ta admit…Ah didn't expect ya ta bond ta Soundwave mere joors afta ya woke up."
"The only reason we didn't bond far earlier was because we were always being interrupted," Soundwave growled slightly in remembrance. Fixit, Ravage, and Lazerbeak all snorted in amusement as Jazz did a double take, as if making sure that was actually Soundwave speaking.
"…that's your brilliant plan to tell everyone I'm awake? Seriously?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
"…I like it. Let's do this!"
Jazz, Fixit and Lazerbeak all cheered in unison. Soundwave and Ravage just pretended they didn't know them, which the host mecha was pulling off pretty well, for someone that refused to remove his arm from around the Eradicon's waist.
"Jazz, your message said that this was urgent. And yet, the meeting has yet to begin," Prowl said irritably, glaring slightly at his mate.
"Just waitin' on KO an' Steve…an' here they are! Alrigh', we can get started now!"
Jazz bounced to the head of the table, beaming at all the mechs he had assembled here.
"Why did you call us all here?" Ultra Magnus inquired suspiciously. The saboteur was entirely too happy…
"Femmes an' gentlemechs…tha' is why Ah asked ya here!"
"You didn't ask them, you nagged them into attending," Fixit said dryly as she stepped in from a door off to the side, Soundwave following her closely. Lazerbeak and Ravage had already removed themselves to a perch off the ground behind Jazz for safety, but Soundwave had refused to leave her side. Even if he did eventually let Fixit talk him into holding her servo instead of keeping her pinned against his side.
Everyone's helms whipped around to stare at her. Silence reigned for a long moment…
"Yo! Long time no see!" the Eradicon waved cheerfully with her non-occupied servo.
Bulkhead gaped.
Arcee stared.
As did Hound.
And Mirage.
Prowl glitched.
Ultra Magnus copied him.
Ironhide swore.
Wheeljack swore.
The Twins swore.
Ratchet put them all to shame.
Bluestreak threw himself at her.
So did Bumblebee.
And Steve.
And Knock Out.
And Dreadwing.
And Predaking.
And Optimus.
Fixit went down, buried in a mound of bodies.
Jazz laughed and laughed as Soundwave barely evaded being brought down with her, dancing nimbly out of the way.
OMAKE
The chaos had finally calmed after about a joor, most of the bots heading back to work interrupted by Jazz's call.
…which meant she could finally scold Optimus.
"WHAT THE FRAG WERE YOU THINKING, YOU IDIOTIC, SELF-SACRIFICING POWERWASHER!? WHAT PART OF COMMITING SUICIDE IS BAD DO YOU NOT FRAGGIN' UNDERSTAND!?" she screamed at the Prime suddenly cowering in his chair, only Soundwave's arm around her waist keeping her from stalking over and whacking him repeatedly with an oversized wrench Ratchet had tossed her with a wink before leaving.
"I TOLD YOU BEFORE NOT TO SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN, AND WHAT DO YOU DO?! YOU GO AND OFFLINE YOURSELF! ON FRAGGIN' PURPOSE!"
"But I…"
"BUT WHAT!?"
"…but the Allspark was required to revive Cybertron, and it had been absorbed into the Matrix!"
"SO TAKE THE FRAGGIN' MATRIX OUT OF YOUR SLAGGIN' CHEST AND TOSS IT IN! YOU DON'T HAVE TO SACRIFICE THE ENERGY FROM YOUR OWN FRAGGIN' SPARK- IT WOULDN'T MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE IN HOW MUCH ENERGY WAS NEEDED TO REVIVE CYBERTRON! THE POWER REQUIREMENT WOULD STILL BE SLAGGIN' MASSIVE! YOUR TINY FRAGGIN' SPARK WOULD NOT HAVE MADE A FRAGGIN' DIFFERENCE, YOU COMPLETE AND UTTER MORON! YOU ARE NOW, AND WILL FOREVERMORE BE, OFFICIALLY WORSE THAN THE SLAGGIN' ROOMBAS! YOU IDIOT!"
Jazz watched in satisfaction as the furious Eradicon reamed the ashamed Optimus out royally. Maybe she'd finally get through to the self-sacrificing idiot…and make the lesson stick.
A/N: And it's officially done!
…at least until I start the sequel, which was hinted at liberally in this last chapter.
Swimfeared gave me a brilliant idea:
Basically, the ancient Primes from the Bayverse having been watching Sam Witwicky his whole life…
…and they want someone actually there in person to watch over him till he fulfills his destiny.
Unfortunately for Sam, they pick Fixit. Who is not happy about being picked. Especially since they snatch her right after she throws Optimus out of the Well, thus preventing her from going back home too.
And since Fixit typically vents her ire in the form of pranks…
XD
