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The first thing Wheeljack became aware of was a biting pain radiating from his chest. He groaned as he recalled his last few waking hours. Instantly countless warnings and alerts popped up in his HUD, knowing he couldn't do anything to remove them, he dully batted them away. Wheeljack kept is blue optics closed, knowing that the moment he opened them he would most likely purge. The smothering vertigo made it known as wheeljack's tanks heaved; he squeezed his optics shut and gulped in the tangy hot air. His wrists were still tied above his head and his shaky legs were secured to the experiment table. The Autobot jerked his limbs around, but as he expected, the chains were still completely secure. Ever so slowly Wheeljack opened his optics, instantly the room spun before his optics. His engine spluttered and he heaved down any remaining energon (Though there wasn't much left), willing himself not to be sick, again. As soon as he steadied himself Wheeljack scanned around the room, popping sounds emanated from his neck as he stretched the stiff joints.

Wheeljack jolted and gasped as he noticed the other presence in the room. Staring back at him from the left side of the room was none other than Soundwave. Jackie regarded the silent mech, even though Soundwave was next to impossible to read, there was something tense in his frame that Wheeljack noticed, like a very scary dear caught in headlights. "I suppose you're here to bask in my pain to, I really didn't think you to be the sadistic crazy type. More so the creepy old cat man that secretly records video of his sleeping master." Wheeljack growled out. Soundwave shook his head slowly and straightened up; he walked towards wheeljack's prone body. Instantly the tied mech hunched his shoulders and hissed at the approaching enemy, expecting to be attacked again. He screwed his optics shut and waited for the first blow, however none came. His optics fluttered online, to see his reflection in the dark mask of Soundwave's face. He was getting ready to spit onto the pristine glass, when he noticed something; all of the scratched on his face were welded up tight. He scanned his body and noticed the healing patches that had been fixed up. Running a few quick scans had confirmed his suspicion, he wasn't leaking any energon. In fact, he was perfectly welded up, and in much better shape than how he was when he tumbled off line.
Soundwave shifted and pulled an energon cube out of his subspace, wheeljack's tanks growled jealously. Much to the wreakers shock, Soundwave didn't drink the blue liquid in front of him to gloat; instead the Decepticon gently placed the cube against Jackie's lips, urging him to drink. At first Wheeljack was suspicious, it could be poisoned or something, but all of his thoughts were drowned as he tasted the sweet energy flowing into his mouth. He eagerly gulped down the liquid, not saving any for later. His tanks instantly accepted the food, letting the ach of empty fuel tanks fade away. Wheeljack gasped for air after downing the entire cube in one go, Soundwave drew the cube away and disposed of it in a trash chute. Everything seemed to click into place in Jackie's CPU, Soundwave had healed him up, and that was why he looked like he was up to no good. Why the communications officer would do that beat him, nor did Wheeljack expect the silent mech to elaborate. Wheeljack watched as Soundwave packed up his medical kit and stored it back in the wall compartment. He turned to leave, but before he could Wheeljack croaked from his position "Thanks". Soundwave looked over his shoulder and nodded once to the mech, before steadily walking out of the chamber.

All was quiet in the halls of the Nemesis; the only other bots were the security drones, dully pacing the hallways. The ship creaked and groaned as the air currents cycled around the ship. Most mornings were like this lately, just him, the wind, and his comm. station. Soundwave made his way to the main rooms in his usual steady pace, monitoring and documenting the drones' behaviour as he walked by. However at last minute Soundwave decided to turn left, he still had approximately 2.3 earth hours before his master rose from slumber, so why not spend some much needed time with his creations. As he marched through the base, Soundwave thought about the current Captive in the brig. He had been informed about him by Shockwave, not Megatron. Unusual, but not unlikely. Usually Megatron would be the first one to meet the captive, so he could formulate a plan alongside Shockwave. However, Megatron had been acting rather strange lately, Soundwave considered. He was acting more… mellow, around Soundwave. Trying to engage him in small talk, not long ago Megatron had stumbled over his words while talking to Soundwave, then flushed deeply and walked off without another word. All Soundwave did was shift his standing position to move is hip to the side and rest his hand on his waist! Once he caught Megatron looking at him from across the room as though he were heaven on earth! Maybe Megatron was ill…

Soundwave cast the worry aside when he entered his private quarters, letting his unease regarding the new hostage fade. He slowly crawled into berth, trying not to disturb lazerbeak and Ravage. Both sleeping creations nuzzled into his body as he yanked the sheets over his remaining family. Soundwave drifted off to sleep, reminding himself to be ready in the next hour.

SLAG. The hour of sleep eventually turned to two, then three, and now four. Soundwave cursed himself in frustration. HOW could he let this happen? He mentally slapped himself for sleeping so late. His lord was going to be furious. He locked Lazerbeak to his chest and left his quarters in a hurried pace. He continued to scold himself as he walked to his station. The Decepticon army was not a place to be tardy, as a communications officer Soundwave had responsibilities. He had to be one of the first to rise in the morning, and one of the last to retire to his berth. Too much precious data would be lost or missed if he wasn't on the constant look out. What if the Autobots had attacked while he had been asleep? How awful would that have been? No warnings, signals, or even time to prepare for battle. Any losses would have been entirely his fault. Just the thought of failing the Decepticon cause made Soundwave's spark thrum with panic in his chest. He stopped for a moment, putting his servo against his spark chamber and cycled cool air into his vents. Once steadied again, Soundwave checked the halls for any spectators, there were none. He relaxed in relief and continued marching down the empty halls.

Empty halls. The Nemesis never had empty halls. The echoing silence cut like a knife through Soundwave's neutral field. No, it wasn't possible, had there been an attack he would have known! Not if you were asleep, a dark voice mocked from the back of his helm. Panic mounted again at the thought of entering the main hall to see a bloody chaos. He could already picture dead drones littering the floor, their energon mixing with the energon of higher officers. There would be dead silence, piles of still bodies. And on the very top of the pile would be the cold body of Lord Megatron. No! Soundwave schooled himself, Megatron was his glorious leader, and he would never derive to dying on a pile of inferior drones! Still, the idea of his ever strong master lying dead on the cold floor made Soundwave's tanks flip flop and his spark race in fear. No, he would most likely die in a pool of his own energon in the very center of the room. Soundwave mentally slapped himself for even thinking such dark thoughts. What was happening to him? His lord acts a bit off for a few days and he starts thinking about his master dying. No, his master was strong, brave and had been since they met in the gladiator pits. If Soundwave was certain about one thing, his master would go down with more than a little fight.
Still, the silent halls continued to send child down the officer's spinal strut. The idea of Lord Megatron being dead sent another wash of fear over Soundwave, and throwing all dignity away, the mech ran down the hall towards the throne room.

To say the least, Megatron was worried. His favorite soldier was nowhere to be found. It was like he disappeared entirely. Early in the morning the Autobots attacked one of the energon mines in Africa, so deploying almost every drone he had, Megatron decided to stay behind from that fight. It was unusual to say the least, and he had received many strange glances from his servants when he said he was staying behind, but now his top priority was hunting down his missing officer. When Soundwave didn't arrive to his station first thing in the morning, Megatron was surprised. Soundwave was never late for duty, if not perfectly on time, h would be early. When one hour passed Megatron shook off the slight worry and told himself that Soundwave was perfectly capable of handling himself. After all, he had been the only opponent in the Gladiator pits that he didn't kill, instead they had tied. As the second hour came and passed, Megatron started prowling the halls in search for his trustworthy officer. At the arrival of the third hour, Megatron deployed his drones to save one of his energon mines. And now as the four hour arrived, Megatron was on the brink of tearing through the halls and ripping open any and every door that could be hiding his TIC.
Megatron paused at the thought, technically now that Starscream had run off, Soundwave was his SIC. Honestly Megatron preferred that. If anyone was capable of being Decepticon Second in Command, it was Soundwave. He was loyal, trust worthy, smart, and very powerful (Though many didn't know it). They had been friends in the gladiator pits, and since then Soundwave had steadily followed his every footstep. Serving not only as a loyal officer, but as a patient friend. Many times Megatron had drank his feelings in high-grade, trying to smother his anger and frustration with a drunken stupor. Soundwave would find him the next morning, aching and hung-over. While some mechs would have taken the chance to deactivate him then and there (Starscream), Soundwave simply locked away the high-grade, helped him clean up, and offered a silent mech to talk to. Since Soundwave started helping him in that way, Megatron had improved greatly, He didn't drink as much, and when he did it was almost never to smother his feelings. Once again the worry for Soundwave mounted his CPU, taking over any thoughts.

Just as the larger mech was rounding a corner in the hallway, Soundwave came shooting around the bend in a speedy run. Soundwave smashed into Megatron before he could halt his running. The purple 'cons blank visor bashing into Megatron's wide chest. Both mechs tumbled down to the floor in shock. Megatron's worry instantly thickened, the only time he had ever seen Soundwave run was in the head of battle. Was he being chased? Was he hurt? Is he ok? All filtered through his stormy CPU as he sat up. But everything stalled in his mind when he saw their position. The much smaller mech was also sitting up, shaking his helm as though to clear it. He to, froze stiff at their situation. Megatron was sitting on the floor with his legs straight out, supporting his frame with his servos on the floor. The slimmer mech was efficiently straddling his hips, servos resting on the pointed shoulders of his master. Their chests were flush together. A moment of silence encased the two like ice. Megatron cleared his throat awkwardly, instantly Soundwave jumped up and off his lord. Trying to be as graceful as Soundwave, Megatron pulled himself up, but it felt like his muscular legs were made of warm jelly. "Ah, Soundwave, I have been looking for you." Megatron began slowly. "Where have you been?
The shorter mech played a recording of a sheepish drone's voice "I- Uh- Fell asleep", before he switched to Starscream's whiny voice begging "Please master! Forgive me!" Silence lapsed between the two again, but it was broken by Megatron who burst out laughing. Soundwave had been asleep in his quarters the whole time! He slept in! He wasn't hurt, captured, or in danger! He had been tired.

Soundwave flinched at the big mechs booming laughter. A large clawed paw patted his shoulder, "Soundwave, I am surprised." Chuckled the larger mech as he wiped at his optics. "Just make sure it doesn't happen again, ok?" Soundwave was shocked. That was it? He didn't even raise his voice. He had patted him and told him not to let it happen again. No beatings, yelling or brig time. That was it? Had it been Starscream he would have been slapped to the moon and back! Soundwave schooled himself, turned to Megatron and gave a small nod. "Come Soundwave, I must talk with you" Megatron began as he started walking again. And as if nothing strange at all happened that morning, the two old friends walked through the empty halls.

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