Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers or any the lyrics being used. Don't gain anything from this.

Warnings: duh...

A/N: Not a songfic. He's actually listening to them. Thanks to all my reviewers! You're all great! Oh... wrote a transformers crossover but I don't know where to put it, so I posted it on my live journal. (shrugs) Might as well use it, right? The link is in my profile if you're interested.

"talking"

'thinking/lyrics'

Reconciliation

'This is what I brought you this you can keep. This is what I brought you may forget me. I promise you my heart just promise to sing. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.'

There was only the music. Nothing else mattered. There couldn't be anything else. Because if he concentrated on anything else, he would remember and the hurt would come back again.

'This is what I thought, I thought you need me. This is what I thought so think me naïve. I promise you a heart you'd promise to keep. Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.'

He wasn't supposed to be here. The place where he broke his own happiness. Because everything had been his fault and now the world didn't made sense anymore. How could it? Soundwave almost killed him, and he couldn't blame him. He couldn't hate him. He'd injured Ravage. His lover never forgave anyone that dared hurt his children. Only he never called them children. Only, he wasn't his lover anymore. And it was his entire fault…

The Porsche cranked up the volume of his internal radio, trying to drown his thoughts with the music.

'Velvet burns the wrists while restraining… You blushed and smiled, and said you would stay. One more time seal my breath. I'll feed you the sky. I will show you how. Steal the glamour from death, and before you die…Oh, you should see.'

He wasn't supposed to be here. He was supposed to be at the Ark with the others. They were having the official 'End of the Madness Party', which had been delayed until all Bots had been repaired. But he couldn't do it. Not when he'd recently lost all hope.

Primus only knew how he'd been able to function within his normal parameters in the last decacycle. He'd even found the strength to bad mouth his own Soundwave and crack a few three-legged jokes about Ravage with the others. Jazz was sure Bumblebee had seen through him, but the minibot had been taken away by Spike on a sudden road trip, much to Sunny's annoyance.

'Walked into our world and made horrible sounds. I can still hear them today; strangely they seem, beautiful now; though they outlast my love.'

Jazz's CPU froze, along with his fuel pump, as blue hands suddenly enveloped him. He shut down his optics, refusing to accept what he was seeing. Soundwave hated him. Believed Jazz didn't love him.

But the feeling of arms around him, pressing him back against the other's front frame felt too real for his sensors. He felt the other's head resting against the back of his own. A probing tingle brushed his CPU…

'Not real… Not real… He never asks… Not real…'

The volume of his radio was turned up as high as it could. He didn't care if it damaged something inside. He had to stop this. This wasn't real…

'There's no love, everybody's crying. There's no truth, everyone's misguided. And now the end is here! There's no more pills to swallow. The bitter taste I feel, won't lead me to tomorrow'

"You should've told me." – The melodious tone came to his audios and the Porsche turned on his visor.

"Thought it would be best if ya didn't. It had t' be real or he would've caught it." – The black and white mech replied, his voice in a whisper. His left hand moving to rest on top of the blue hands still enveloping him. The familiar snort of disdain made the Bot smile.

"I am far more superior, Jazz." – Came the answer and Jazz could feel his systems relax and his spark pulsing inside of him. By Primus, he'd needed to hear that tone so badly!

"Whatever ya say, luv." – The Porsche replied, finally turning to look at the Con. – "How's..."

"Ravage's Status: One hundred percent operational. Advice: Refrain from further injury." – Came the monotone and Jazz sighed. There they went again, waving away the nuisances of a war that wasn't truly theirs as individuals, but as deep as their programming through their beliefs.

"Uhhmm… Would ya believ' me if I said I was sorry. 'Sides, he pushed me off a cliff. Don't see ya punishin' him for it." – Came the Bot's reply and he had to jump away as Soundwave swatted him. The moment was short lived and silence surrounded them again.

Jazz watched as the Communications Officer removed his facemask and walked closer. Blue hands caressed his face, neck and chest plate. The Porsche leaned into the touch, frame trembling.

"I can't give you what you want." – Soundwave told him, volume low but in that tone of voice that sent shivers down his circuits. Instead that this time, his words had the opposite effect.

"What?" – Were the only words that he could force out of his vocalizer. If there was something he knew, it was that Soundwave was a cruel mech. But he still didn't expected to be tortured like this. With being offered the promise of getting back his imperfect little fragment of peace, only to be snatched back at the same time.

"Foolish little Autobot." – The blue mech intoned, getting Jazz's attention back. – "Such joining will only damage both our causes. I see no problem with you endangering the Autbots, but I cannot endanger the Decepticon cause."

This sobered the black and white mech. Soundwave was right. No matter how much he wanted to, what he so desperately wished for could turn back to harm him.

"Know this, Jazz." – Soundwave continued speaking. – "You are mine, as I am yours. Your want is my want too." – And with those words, the Decepticon kissed him. This kiss wasn't a nice fluffy one, but one full of want, lust, frustration, need and all the other pent up emotions of too many months of separation.

Jazz found himself being pushed quite hard against the wall. He couldn't suppress a groan that turned into a needy moan as Soundwave grabbed both his arms and pinned him to said wall.

"Please…" – He whispered, while trying to free his arms and touch the blue mech.

"Remember what I told you, Jazz. I don't like to repeat myself." – Soundwave told the writhing mech in front of him, who only nodded, before continuing with their reconciliation.