This is a StarTrek version of Transformers. Human version of Romulan!Megatron x Vulcan!Shockwave.
Awkward Passion: Chapter 1
Shockwave had been waiting for this moment for a long time now. Logically, he knew it was coming and should have prepared for it. Unfortunately, his own pride had prevented him from any sort of preparations.
Perhaps he had assumed that he would still be capable of returning to New Vulcans. He had, regrettably, over estimated his own skills as a double agent.
Now that his secret was out, now that all of Vulcans knew of his true allegiances, there was no way he would be permitted to return to his people.
He would not be welcomed back with a proper ceremony. His chosen mate would not come to meet him and he would not be permitted any form of release through meditation or extravagant battles.
To ignore his predicament any further would be self terminating, a situation that he could find no logical reason for. Regardless of the taboo behind outside cultural interference, Shockwave found it most prudent to return to the one person who would understand.
Approaching the Romulan war ship, he ignored the pissy communications officer demanding his clearance. "This is Shockwave, you will allow me access to your ship or you will be forced to answer to your captain."
There was an agonizing pause in which he was certain the communications officer was speaking to the equally pissy security officer.
Just when he was certain he would have to use force, a more than welcome image appeared on his view scream. "Shockwave, even though your cover is blown, I have not yet sent for you. You still have duties to carry out."
He was smug, his very presence sending an irrational need for dominance coursing through his body. "My true identity and allegiances have been known through the Federation for some time now, Lord Megatron. Regardless of being summoned or not, I am certain that I can carry out my duties from any point in the galaxy…. Unlike many others on your ship, I am far more useful and valuable alive!"
Silence filled both ships. No one spoke to the Romulan war general like that.
Megatron's fingers twitched ever so slightly, moving towards his phaser before coming to rest on the arm of his chair. At last, Megatron's eyebrow arched in what Shockwave could only hope was intrigue.
"You may dock with us then, Shockwave… Security will meet you and bring you to my debriefing room. Do not make me regret my momentary lack of judgment in granting you mercy."
The view screen went black, leaving Shockwave feeling doubt. Perhaps death would have been a better alternative than having to explain himself to his leader.
The single most private moment in a Vulcan's life was not something a Romulan leader should witness, regardless of their status. Above all else, Shockwave prided himself on his logic and his control.
Sinking back in his chair for a moment, Shockwave attempted to gain back any semblance of his carefully calculated control. What did he honestly expect his leader to do? He was valuable, but he was certainly expendable as well. His usefulness had just about run out the moment he had been arrogant enough to be caught as a double agent. In this condition, he was utterly useless to his leader. He may as well request a mercy killing. It would at least be a much more honorable death than the fate that awaited him at the end of this cycle.
Setting his ship on auto pilot, he attempted to meditate. The least he could do was try to have some dignity when he looked his leader in the eyes for the first time in over a decade.