Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.

Author's notes: I wanted to give a little more dimension to Soundwave's character, so I made up some things into his past. But I promise the next chapter will be only about Starscream and the Seekers trying to cope with the Autobots.

Black And White

As they finally arrived to the Autobot headquarters, Thundercracker became nervous. All the Autobots stared at them murderously and whispered to each other. Thundercracker leaned closer to his mate for comfort. Of course, it didn't do much since Skywarp was unconscious.

Starscream was still holding onto the blue jet's wing, and he moved a little closer to his fellow Seeker. Then they arrived to the Autobots' control room. Optimus Prime was typing something on their computer, Teletraan 1, as Thundercracker recalled.

Then the Autobot leader turned around to face them. He seemed very surprised to see the three Seekers.

"Ironhide, what's going on here? Are they our prisoners?" He asked. Jazz dragged the three closer to the Autobot leader. Thundercracker was sure his knees would buckle soon and decided that Prime didn't look so menacing from a distance. But now that he loomed over the three Seekers, Thundercracker finally seemed to notice how big the mech really was. He felt like he was shrinking.

"They want peace, Optimus." Jazz explained.

"Or so they claim." Ironhide said sourly.

"Hey man, cool it for a sec, ok?"

"Jazz, why are they here?" Prime asked.

"They need our help. Thundercracker here said that Starscream is ill. He has-what was it again?"

"Amnesia." Thundercracker whimpered pathetically even to his own audios. "Amnesia, and Skywarp is hurt. They want to make a deal with us, Prime." Jazz finished.

Optimus stepped closer. "What kind of a deal?" He asked from the blue jet directly. Thundercracker leaned a little back towards Starscream. It seemed that the 'sparkling' sensed his fear, as he whimpered and moved closer to the blue jet too. He grabbed both of Thundercracker's wings and pulled him near.

"I... Uhm, I need you to cure Starscream and give us a shelter. Skywarp might also need medical attention." Thundercracker finally managed to say.

"And what would you offer us in exchange?" The Autobot leader asked.

"We... Uhm, we have information that might help you." Thundercracker muttered. He felt wrong just saying it. But he sure was glad the Autobots didn't have a telepath like the Decepticons. A mech like Soundwave could easily sense his lies.

"What information?"

"I'll tell you if you promise to help us." Thundercracker said. Optimus rubbed his chin.

"Alright. We will help you. Jazz, get them to the med bay. Don't worry, Thundercracker, you'll be safe here. And I'm sure Ratchet can fix Starscream up."

Thundercracker noticed Ironhide's angry pacing around and gulped. "Thank you." He said. Prime nodded and turned to the computer once more. Jazz led the way.

"You three will make excellent Autobots, I'm sure of it." The sabotoeur talked. Thundercracker forced a smile on his lips.

"Yes, I'm sure we will."

XXX

As Thundercracker and Jazz left Skywarp and Starscream to Ratchet, Jazz agreed to show the blue jet around. Thundercracker was amazed at the size of their med bay, it was vast. Perhaps even bigger than the Decepticon command center.

The Autobots sure had more equipments in their med bay than the Decepticons. Thundercracker smirked.

'And they sure need every last piece of equipment as they fix themselves up after a battle against us.'

"What are you smiling at?" Jazz asked. Thundercracker winced. "Nothing, I'm just glad that you agreed to help us." Thundercracker lied quickly. "Yes. Prime's very generous and he has a good spark." Jazz replied.

Thundercracker was sure he would vomit soon. But bravely he kept his 'happy-mask' on. "You're not kidding. Megatron would never help any Autobots, even if they wanted to join the Decepticons." Thundercracker decided to push it a little farther.

"In fact, he even treats his own soldiers badly. I'm sure you've heard about his way to treat Starscream? Though Starscream has a big mouth, it still doesn't give him any rights to hurt him. Don't you agree?" Thundercracker felt sick for acting soft. But he knew he would need allies here. And Jazz seemed to like him.

"Yes. It seems ol' Megs is worse than I had ever thought. Sure, I did know that he treated Starscream badly, but all of you? Soundwave seems very fond of the ol' warmonger, he can't treat that creep badly. Or?"

Thundercracker shrugged. "Actually, I'm not sure. I don't think Soundwave even cared if he was treated badly. He doesn't seem to have any feelings at all, I can understand why you Autobots are so afraid of him. He creeps me out, too."

Thundercracker fought back the smile that tried to get to his lips. Soundwave had feelings, Thundercracker knew it very well. He just didn't show them to anyone. It was fun to scare Jazz about him though. And even more fun would be to see him chicken out in the battlefield.

The blue jet decided to still go a little farther.

"Maybe Megatron and Soundwave torture their prisoners together. That would explain why they enjoy each other's company so much. I heard from Astrotrain that Megatron uses the physical torture methods on our prisoners at the same time as Soundwave tortures their minds. But that's, of course, only a gossip."

Thundercracker noticed how Jazz's good mood began to change. He had to suppress his laughter.

"Well, enough about them. How do you Autobots spend your day offs? Decepticons usually fight each other. Sometimes someone gets killed but no one seems to care." Jazz grimaced. Had Thundercracker crossed the line?

"Well, we Autobots play games, chat and otherwise. We are very peaceful compared to Decepticons. We don't hurt each other. Maybe when we spar but that's it." Jazz glanced at the blue Seeker.

"I guess we're just different." He said. Thundercracker quickly shook his head. "I've never taken part in those fights, I am different. I don't like violent games." Thundercracker lied. In fact, he was amongst those who usually started the fights, but Jazz didn't need to know that.

The saboteur smiled. "I'm glad you don't." Thundercracker stopped dead in his tracks. There was something odd in the way Jazz treated him. Could it be that the saboteur was interested in him? Thundercracker smiled as he watched Jazz's retreating back.

This would make everything so much easier. He could seduce Jazz, then no one would act hostile towards him. That would be the perfect disguise around here.

But what about Skywarp?

Thundercracker was sure he would understand, if he explained it to the black and purple Seeker first.

XXX

Soundwave in afterglow was something gorgeus. The telepath's body was completely relaxed, his lips slightly parted, a smile tugging in the corner of his mouth and his systems purring softly against the silver tyrant's chest. Megatron caressed Soundwave's cheek with his thumb. Everything about Soundwave was beautiful.

Starscream was beautiful in a different way. He had that usual Seeker-sexyness in him, he was plain hot. But Soundwave's beauty was rare. He was a mystery Megatron wanted to solve.

Megatron knew Soundwave was shy, but couldn't still understand why he wanted to hide his beauty behind his visor, his face mask and even that odd sound pattern. Not to mention his speaking manner. The silver mech stared at the purple visor before him. Was Soundwave recharging? He touched the tip of Soundwave's nose gently.

Soundwave lifted his head up and looked at his leader. He tilted his head questioningly. Megatron smiled softly.

"I was wondering if you were still alive." Megatron watched as a smile formed to the telepath's silvery lips. Then Soundwave's head fell back on the chair's backrest lazily. Megatron chuckled. "Tired, huh?" Soundwave nodded once.

"I'm sorry if I made you work too hard." Megatron murmured grinning. Soundwave waved his hand in the air dismissively. Megatron leaned in and pressed their silvery lips together. Soundwave responded to the kiss lazily and after a while, Megatron pulled back.

"Soundwave?"

"Mmmm?"

"Could you do something for me?"

"Mmmm."

"I would like to see you... The real you, behind that visor." Soundwave tensed and his head popped up once again. "Why?" Megatron shrugged. "I guess I just want to see your optics. Could you do that for me?" Megatron noticed that Soundwave wasn't smiling anymore. Was that too much to ask for?

"I... I can't do it, Megatron."

"Why?"

"I don't want you to see my optics."

Well, that was honest. Megatron got up. "I understand." No he didn't, but he had noticed that sometimes it was better to say something you don't mean than tell the truth. Megatron picked up the black piece of armour from the floor and put it back to it's proper place.

"I'm off to tell Blitzwing about his new position in the attack tomorrow."

Megatron heard Soundwave getting up.

Then there was suddenly a hand on his shoulder. Slowly, Megatron turned around. Soundwave had retracted his visor and his optics were... White? Megatron took two steps forward. "Oh dear Primus... You're blind." Megatron touched the white optics before him gently. He saw the systems behind them, they weren't working.

"Now I understand why you use that visor."

"Yes, I don't see a thing without it. When I put it on, it interfaces with my dead optics, enabling them to work as if they were online, normal. I can power them off and on whenever I like, but of course, it's painful."

"But how did you know I was here?"

Soundwave smiled. "My spark would find you anywhere. But I sensed your thoughts from this direction. And your energy signal. Not to mention your voice and movements." Megatron smiled back.

"Alright, I get it. A stupid question." They stood there silently, Megatron touching the white optics of his Third-In-Command, and Soundwave holding onto his leader's shoulder. After a few minutes, Soundwave pushed Megatron's hand gently away and his visor moved back into it's place. Soundwave grimaced at the pain.

"Isn't there any way to repair your optics?" The silver mech asked. Soundwave shook his head. "No. I was built to be blind. My creators knew that if I was blind, my other senses would grow stronger. They created me to be a weapon. I built this visor later myself, I wanted to experience the things around me the way the others did. The way most took for granted."

"I'm sorry, Soundwave."

"Don't be. I am quite happy with myself now. My creators may have done wrong by robbing me of my ability to see, but I gained something else in return; my ability to read minds, to hear what others don't. And my senses are strong. In due time, I became more powerful. I became able to control minds, to kill mechs from the inside. And I did kill alot of Autobots." Soundwave made a small pause.

"I heard the other Decepticons talking about their fighting skills, their weapons, the mechs they had killed. They were proud. And they despised me. They didn't envy my powers, no. They thought it was shameful to kill mechs viciously, without honor in my fighting style. They called me 'Eyesore'."

Megatron felt bad for the telepath. Nothing was as painful as your fellows' disrespect, Megatron had learned that in his past as a gladiator. But he didn't interrupt his Third, he wanted to hear the rest of the story.

"I began to understand that my mind powers weren't enough for me. I wanted to fight like the other Decepticons, I wanted to feel the honor of killing my enemy with my own hands or with a weapon. So I built this visor. At first, it didn't identify colors. My world was black and white." Soundwave made another thoughtful pause.

"That's when I met you."

Megatron moved a little uneasily as he recalled the memory. He had used Soundwave shamelessly to his advantage by seducing him. He hadn't known the mech then, and didn't even want to know him. He had learned the mech's name few weeks later. Megatron had only wanted one night of pleasure, a mech to satisfy his need. And Soundwave was the first one he saw. Now the silver mech realised that Soundwave must have known his attentions all along.

The Decepticon leader felt the heat rising to his cheeks.

"In my world of white and black, you shone like a god. That's what I first thought you were. A silvery god. Then I realised that you were looking at me from the distance, watching my training with the new weapons. I think my systems went haywire for a moment."

Soundwave smiled softly at the memory.

"I turned my head away, I was shy. And I heard you approaching me. I read your mind, it was an instinct that told me to do that. I heard your attentions, I saw what you imagined upon your mind and... I couldn't believe it. A god wanted me. Maybe only for one night, but still."

Soundwave turned to look at his feet shyly.

"Then I got into your mind and realised that you were no god. You were my supreme commander, the Decepticon leader. I felt proud nonetheless. And despite your ignorance as to who I was and your unwillingness to get to know me, I let you lead me to that storage. I let you use my body to gain pleasure."

Megatron stared at his palms. This was becoming a very uncomfortable conversation.

"You were unlike any other mech I had been with. You felt so good against my chassis, like you were meant to be there, like you belonged there. The way you moaned made me crazy. You were so good I... I recorded everything. Your voice, your touch, the way you looked when you overloaded... You weren't a god. But I treated you as if you were."

Megatron looked at the telepath. He was blushed too and he was still staring at his feet.

"After you left, I layed there in the storage floor for almost an hour. I didn't want to leave. I smelled you in the air, in my body, everywhere. I felt your lubricants on my bare circuitry, I felt the warmth you left behind. The air was filled with smoke. And I was filled with emotions. I fell in love."

Now Soundwave lifted his head up to look at his leader.

"Ever since that night, I have been in love with you."

Megatron opened his mouth, but Soundwave made it first. "I know you don't love me, you don't have to. I just... Want to be with you. That's enough for me. Just let me be with you. You are my god."

Megatron closed his mouth and took a step forward. He pulled Soundwave in his arms. "I am not a god. You, whom can read minds, should know that. I don't love you, that is true. But you know you have always been special to me. One of the few I care about. You can be with me if you want, but I don't advice you to love me. I am evil. And I have hurt many mechs in my past. I cannot guarantee that I won't hurt you."

Megatron made a pause as he realised something.

"Oh... I probably already have... Starscream. You always hated him. Didn't you?"

"Yes. He had what I could never have. Your full attention. You loved him in the end. But me... I was always in the shadow."

"I'm sorry."

"No need to be. You can't choose who you love. But you can choose whom you spend your life with. So I ask you; Megatron, will you let me be with you?"

The silver mech pulled back, sneering. "Don't be so dramatic. Of course I'll let you be with me. Haven't I this far? Besides, who else would be dumb enough to be with someone as insufferable as I?"

Soundwave lightly punched the silver mech's cheek and then folded his arms. Megatron rubbed his sore cheek with his hand.

"Ouch... I was only kidding, Soundwave. This conversation was turning into something too soft to with stand. I don't want us to turn into Autobots. I had to do something, right?"

For a while, Megatron was sure Soundwave was actually mad. But then the corners of the telepath's mouth turned upwards in a smile.

"You're not insufferable. You should spend more time with your troops, then you would know what insufferable means."

Megatron burst in laughter. "Don't I know it already? In case you haven't noticed, I have to give them orders. Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to give orders to those brainless idiots? Something is always destined to go wrong."

Soundwave chuckled. "In case you haven't noticed, I am also allowed to give orders to them. I do know how frustrating it is."

Megatron sneered. "Is that why you prefer to speak shortly?"

Soundwave sneered back. "Actually, no. I prefer to speak shortly because my leader speaks too much. Someone has to even the load of words, don't you agree?"

"Why you little..." Megatron tackled Soundwave and they rolled on the floor, laughing. Megatron managed to get on top. He sat on Soundwave's stomach, grinning in triumph. Then he leaned closer.

"Are you ready for round three?"

Soundwave tilted his head to his side. "Round three?"

Megatron captured his lips. Then he pulled back. "Oh... Round three..." Soundwave smiled. Megatron wiped his glossa over his fangs, grinning smugly.

"So, how about it?"

Soundwave sneered. "Sure. You've already lost two rounds, you will lose this one too." Megatron licked his lips in anticipation.

"Oh? What makes you so sure about it?"

"We have had sex twice today. And you have offlined twice, while I have still been online." Soundwave stated smugly.

Megatron made a playful growl in his throat. He sounded like a tiger ready to attack. Soundwave shivered.

"Alright. That makes it only more reasonable that I pay you back!"

The silver mech bit Soundwave's lips and the telepath cried out.

'Take no prisoners, I will win this one!' Megatron thought to himself as he worked his clasps open.