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A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers! I love you all! I will now ask for your help. I need info on Cybertron's cities.I can only find their names, but I really don't remember if there was anything important like landmarks and stuff. Thanks in advance for your help!

"talking"

'thinkin'

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First

He should've left at least three megacycles ago. He couldn't afford to catch the attention of the others in such a critical moment. Leaving for a complete solar cycle would give him a forty five percent chance of receiving curious glances. Staying for longer would give him an eighty percent chance of being interrogated, fifteen percent chance of being on the wrong end of Lord Megatron's cannon and five percent of curious glances. He should leave, but he didn't want to.

The blue mech stroked the headlights of his favorite toy slowly. The offlined Bot didn't stir and Soundwave let out a sigh of contentment, an annoying organic trait that had found its way into the stranded Cybertronian's lives. He could get used to this. Restricting their encounters to one specific location would raise the chances of getting caught. Somehow he couldn't bring himself to care. Not when they'd just recently came back online after a few millennia. Not after his Autobot had gone to all this trouble for a chance to be with him again.

At least three decacycles had passed since their 'awakening' and both sides were still learning about the planet they'd crashed into. Their only encounters were in the battlefield and he'd been ninety eight point seventy five percent sure the little piece of slag had decided to terminate their occasional meetings.

It was the logical thing to do. They didn't had the luxury of 'loosing' themselves in space or Cybertron's wastelands for their encounters. Encounters that had become too brief and too hurried as their war and ranks escalated and their duties increased.

He was surprised when the message came. It was heavily coded and it came through a private channel. The code he'd invented and taught his toy from the necessity of complete secrecy. The channel he had given only to the saboteur recharging beside him. Too much time had passed. That frequency may not be safe anymore. . . But the message had been simple. A set of coordinates, and a specific day and time.

Soundwave had debated his compliance to the message. It could be a trap. Too much time had passed between them for their thing to be the same. Yet. . . His spark wanted him to go. The Communications Officer had never given much attention to what his wanted. He knew that sparks made Cybertronians illogical and overemotional, but this thing with the Autobot was illogical and overemotional from the beginning.

The saboteur never failed to surprise him. He didn't knew how he'd done it, but the son of a glitch found a cave big enough for both of them and half the Nemesis. There was even energy powering strategically placed lights and plugs around the place.

His Bot was already there carefully plugging a strange machine. By the looks of it, it had been made by the ridiculously small primitive organics that ran the planet. The Autobot didn't look up at him when he spoke.

"Didn't think you'd make it. Hoped ya did, but. . ." – He shook his head and got up.

The Decepticon watched him get closer. Jazz had once told him that his real color scheme had been black and white. Constant missions that sent him into the Con's territory resulted in having numerous forms and infinity of color schemes. It seemed like Teletraan had chosen his original color and Soundwave secretly approved of this change in his toy. The Bot placed a hand on his cassette door and the blue mech actually trembled under his touch.

'Too long. . .'

His hand trailed down, where the buttons of his alt-form were placed. The loud moan startled both of them. Soundwave never expected the area to be so sensitive. Jazz never knew the cassette holder could make such a sound.

"Message received. Status of relations: unclear. Needed to verify." – Soundwave said in the monotone the other was used to hearing.

The saboteur's face suddenly change into a smile, his blue visor brightened for a klik before dimming as he took Soundwave's facemask off reverently. Jazz lips found his in an absurdly gently kiss that turned urgent as time wore on.

'Too long. . .'

"Glad ya came to me!" – Jazz replied, vocalizer volume low. His fingers began to play with the buttons on his waist again. – "What can this Bot do to verify our relationship's status?"

Soundwave let out a soundless chuckle and Jazz grinned unrepentantly. The Con's right hand moving to play with the circuitry beneath his toy's armor while the left one searched lazily for the interface cables.

"I think I have an idea." – The melodious tone answered the vehicle, whose engine purred in reply.

The rest of the solar cycle was a blur of sensory overload. Thank Primus, the Autobot had a recharge berth moved here! How? He wasn't going to ask.

A red light began blinking on his visor. Someone was trying to contact him. He'd been here for too long. Another sigh left him as he disentangled himself from the mech. He considered leaving his toy recharging alone, but he discarded the idea.

This thing between them had lasted through voluntary and involuntary separation, different ideals and loyalties and a never ending war. Cybertronians bonded for far less. Slag Almighty Primus and the All Spark! Slag it all to the Pit! The Bot, that insufferable piece of smelted. . .

His partner. . . Jazz had become his partner. Partners were equals in everything. If there was one person a Decepticon respected, it was its partner. Soundwave would honor such a bond.

With a purpose, the Con turned back towards the berth. He could waste time trying to coax him back online or. . .

A single hard tug was all that was needed for Jazz to fall on the ground. The black and white mech was up in a nanoklik, weapon systems activating and visor dimmed as he finished coming online.

"I am leaving. It is late. Probability of search party in progress: ninety six percent if I do not report in less than three breems."

Jazz looked confused for a second. Soundwave was sure it was because this was the first time he'd told his partner when he was leaving. Soundwave liked to see his partner confused.

'Too long. . .'

Soundwave took off his mask and approached his Autobot partner. Their goodbye kiss was brief, but Soundwave didn't had time to get distracted. Putting his mask back on, he turned and left.

His optics lit up. It was all a dream. No. A memory. An exact memory of their first encounter in this miserable dust ball. But now he could think clearer. Jazz was his partner. He was not letting an inferior version of him take him.

"Hey, Boss! Ya're alive!"

"Rumble."

"Affirmative, Boss! How ya feel? Hook said not to give ya energon until he could check on ya, but if ya need some just tell me. It's been so long, Boss. We were startin' to worry. Well me and. . ."

"Rumble. Silence."

"Yes, Boss."

"Ravage's status?"

"Big bro's alright, Boss. Limps a little, but now that ya came back you'll take care of it. Hook said it was cosmetic damage. Looked ugly as he, but no big stuff was damaged. . . 'Cept the leg, but you'll take care of that."

"Good."

"Boss, Megatron's back. Ya know he. . ."

"Rumble."

"Shutting up now, Boss."

"Rest. I want a full report on what I missed when I'm back in my quarters."

"Sure thing, Boss. Uhm…"

"Yes?"

"Glad ya're alive, Boss."

"I can't leave my cassettes alone, Rumble."