Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers and I do not gain any money from writing this.
Warnings: uh. . . would this count as fluff?
A/N: I can't stand tragic endings and since I never meant this one to be tragic either I am not making you wait for this chapter. One more chapter and this story will be officially over. I just need to type all that I have written. Again, point out my mistakes and i will fix them as soon as possible.
"talking"
'thinking'
:: talking telepathically ::
Rebirth
"Go! Go! Something's wrong."
::I know! I'm going as fast as I can!::
::Hurry! Over here!::
::NO!::
"BOSS!"
If there was one thing they had learned in their short existence, it was that mechs die all the time. Survival was something you had to fight for. Mechs die all the time… It shouldn't had been a surprise. Yet, they believed him unbeatable. Now they were almost in a panicked frenzy.
They knew what they would find. Soundwave's failsafe to avoid harmful backlash in case of death had been activated. For the first time in their lives the cassettes knew what being alone was. They had to fix it. There had to be a way to get him back. To be one again.
"Think this will work?"
::It has to. There's no other way.::
"Think he'll be the same if this works?"
::Not the same, but not that different either.::
"Think someone should tell him?"
"The Autobot?"
"Who else is there?"
::Don't know. Never asked him.::
"Ha ha, kitty made a joke. But really, are we gonna tell him?"
::Let this be a surprise for the idiot. We don't even know if this will work.::
"It will. It has to."
It took them years to put everything together. And in all those years they continued to grow. Soundwave's cassettes were still a force to be reckoned with. They had to be or they would've been deactivated. They had to be or their entire work would be lost. They had to be because it was their only chance to make everything like it was before… or ac close as they could get to it.
The last thing to be connected was the head. With a little bit of luck the information it carried had not been corrupted. With a lot of luck they would get Soundwave back.
The blue mech stepped down from the platform. His paintjob darker than what it used to be. Rumble had thought it a good idea for a little image change. Aside from a bulkier frame and the paintjob, the mech looked virtually the same. His creations watched him get used to the body in silence until Frenzy stepped forward.
"Boss? Soundwave?" – He asked a little hesitant.
"Soundwave: dead. Designation: Soundblaster." – The painfully missed monotone replied.
Dissapointed and frustration finally got the cassette. They had worked so hard...
Streams of data rushed inside the cassette. Behind him, his siblings gasped. Feelings, thoughts flowed from one to the other. The connection that had been broken was now back in place. Years of information were exchanged until all secrets were revealed. Until they knew each other completely. And Frenzy finally understood. They all understood.
This mech was their Soundwave. And Soundwave had gone to the Matrix and back. They had given him a stronger newer body but his essence, his spark, was pulsing inside. He would change his name to mark his rebirth, but he was still Soundwave. That was the only thing that mattered.
The revived mech opened his cassette door and his creations entered without a moment of hesitation. He felt them shift inside. Sheer joy radiating through their link and he couldn't be more proud of them.
He strode out of the room with one purpose: get his position back. He had lost so much time and now had to find a way to make up for it. He would also have to check the current status of his partner. Death and reboot did not make his feelings disappear. It would be a shame to have come back to find his Jazz was dead.
'So much to do. So little time. It is good to be back.'
Because war and factions had meant nothing. And death had only been a temporary setback. Jazz was his, always had been and a new name was not going to change that. He was going to make sure of it.