(A/N: Let me know what you guys think! 3)

Soundwave slowly onlined to the bright lighting of the medbay, whimpering softly as she attempted to grasp where she was and what had happened, memory taking a few panic-stricken moments before rushing back, allowing the femme to relax.

Trembling on the berth, Soundwave turned her attention to the updates in her HUD, all repairs except for a couple that nearly caused her weakened spark to gutter all over again…

Induced Delivery Initiated…

Delivery Completed… Carrier Frame Stabilized…

Both were dated for a megacycle earlier, and Soundwave went into a blind panic, scrambling on the berth as she attempted to get up, optics wide and the only sounds passing from between her lips were panicked chirps and clicks.

Strong servos grabbed her shoulders but, instead of pushing her down like she had expected, she was drawn against a warm frame, effectively calming her.

Soundwave trembled in the strong arms, visual feed filled with red and blue, and she let out a broken sob when she realized who it was. "O-Optimus." The telepath stammered out, shaking as she all but clung to the Prime at her side.

"It's alright now, Soundwave… You're safe." The deep, gentle baritone allowed Soundwave to relax, albeit slightly, before remembering what has sent her into a panic in the first place. "My s-sparklings?" She asked, tone breaking.

"They're fine, Soundwave… Ratchet's got them hooked up in ICU." Optimus responded gently, releasing the femme now so Soundwave could relax on the berth, optis locked on her lover's frame. "M-Megatron tried…" The thin femme reached a servo for her abdomen, the Prime catching her servo and squeezing it. "We know, Soundwave… It's alright. The sparklings are safe, and Jazz was able to get you out just in time." He said in a comforting tone.

Soundwave nodded and the shaking slowly faded as she relaxed, servo clasping her Prime's and leaning her helm against his shoulder. "Can I see them?" She finally asked, voice quiet and meek, breaking Optimus' spark a little more.

(Mood music, Safe & Sound) Looking down at the gently trembling frame, Optimus offered a small, loving smile. "Of course." He murmured, placing a gentle kiss to the top of her helm before wrapping his arms around the fragile frame of his lover, lifting her up into his arms and carrying her through the medbay into another room.

Clinging tightly to the Prime, Soundwave felt safe and warm in his arms, her previously frantic pulsing of her spark calming so close to the spark of the one she loved, and she would've drifted off if she wasn't so worried about her sparklings.

"Here they are."

At the soft testament, Soundwave lifted her helm from where it had been supported against the red shoulder plating, optics falling on two tiny frames curled up together. They were beautiful… Mostly deep blue like Soundwave, with red and silver markings, the gunmetal grey making Soundwave shake a little… The smallest of the two had the Prime's faceplates, but the other's frame was entirely Megatron… Spiked, helm shape, faceplates.

Feeling the trembling of his lover, Optimus tightened his grip on the femme. "They're ours." The Prime murmured to the femme in a gentle tone. "Soundwave, look at me."

Soundwave allowed gentle digits at her chin to turn her faceplates towards the Prime, who smiled at her, thumb caressing her faceplating gently. "They're our sparklings… We'll love them and raise them… They're our little twins, alright?"

Hearing those words, and seeing the honestly and love in the blue optics, Soundwave relaxed and smiled faintly up at the mech, optics roaming back over to the two, intertwined, servos gripping each other's plating. A closenes only split sparks or lovers could have. "What are their names?" She asked softly.

Optimus chuckled softly. "I waited for you." He responded, nuzzling her helm gently but carefully watching for any tensing in Soundwave or discomfort in her EM field. When there was neither, he felt a flicker of hope that perhaps Soundwave had been rescued soon enough to keep her from re-entering her state of distrust for other mechs.

"That one could be Nitro…" Soundwave looked up at the Prime with expectant optics, who smiled and nodded. "That'd be a nice name for him… How about Vector for the smaller one?" He asked, Soundwave's smile and nod warming him.

"And how about we make sure the patient is fully recovered before she wanders all over the place?"

Soundwave tensed briefly until her processors caught up to her fear and recognized the voice as Ratchet, allowing the femme to relax slightly and glance up at Optimus, who had a sheepish look on his faceplates. "I carried her, Ratchet." He answered.

The red and white medic strode into the room, faceplates set in a grumpy glare as he looked down at the two, Optimus quickly standing upright. "I've told you many times a patient doesn't go anywhere until I have cleared them." Ratchet responded in annoyance, Soundwave feeling the faint prickle of a scan over her frame before the medic spoke again. "Everything seems to be alright, but I would like to monitor you until I'm certain everything is functioning properly." Ratchet stated, directing it towards Soundwave, who nodded.

Silence fell for a brief moment as Ratchet checked the monitors for the sparklings and looked back at the two standing nearby. "The sparklings are stabilized. I'd say that, from here, they will function properly. However, I would like to keep them incubated until they're plating becomes a little thicker." He added.

Soundwave felt a flicker of worry pass through her. "Plating… weak?" She asked, optics wide with worry as Ratchet looked at her. "It's to be expected with how early you delivered them. They're plating will strengthen quickly with the supplements in their energon." The old mech explained. "You'll have them in your arms before you've realized time has passed." He added in an attempt to comfort Soundwave.

Nodding, the ex-Decepticon offered the medic a small smile. "Soundwave… Grateful." She responded softly, the medic venting. "The least I could do." He responded, looking slightly upset before he turned to Optimus. "No strenuous activity until I say, or else I'll track you down and knock you over the helm." He growled, the Prime nodding soberly. "I wouldn't endanger Soundwave." He responded, his statement seeming to placate Ratchet, who grunted and left the room.

There was silence for several moments while the couple watched the sparklings in their recharge, the moment of reverie broken by a calm, steady voice at the door. "May I come in?"

Two helms shot up to see Prowl standing in the doorway, doorwings tense and held high on his back as he stared at the two in front of the incubator holding the sparklings.

Optimus cleared his intake and glanced at Soundwave before looking to his second again. "Yes, Prowl. Please come in." He responded, the femme in his arms tensing slightly as the Praxian moved closer, casting a glance to the incubated sparklings. "Very handsome little things." He stated in his usual tone. "Do they have names?"

It was Soundwave that spoke up this time, staring through the glass at her sparklings. "Nitro and Vector." She responded in a soft, neutral tone, the autobot SIC nodding with a small smile, silence falling for several moments before Prowl spoke again. "I came to speak with you specifically Soundwave. To apologize for the conditions I forced you to endure." He stated, looking down at the femme.

Soundwave studied the Praxian for several moments before responding. "Soundwave understands Prowl's motives… Prowl did what was best in the present situation. Megatron most likely to execute Chromia if not given Soundwave." The femme stated in a calm tone, cocking her helm. "Prowl wasn't in wrong."

The black and white mech was quiet for several moments before inclining his helm in an appreciative way. "Perhaps you think I was not, but Ironhide was?" He asked, Soundwave smiling faintly. "Ironhide, responded to situation as any sparkmate would… Ironhide, never fully trust Soundwave." She responded. "Soundwave, doesn't hold action taken against Ironhide."

Optimus smiled at the brief exchange, Prowl nodding again, doorwings relaxing ever so slightly as he looked at the sparklings again. "Well I congratulate the both of you… It's been a long time since I've seen sparklings." He gave a brief smile to Soundwave and nod to Optimus before he turned away and left the room quietly.

"Prowl had been second thinking everything once he witnessed Megatron's… Treatment of you." Optimus murmured softly, hugging Soundwave close to him as he felt anger bubble up at the memory of what his SIC had informed him of Megatron's public beating of Soundwave. "When I ordered your rescue, he was one of the first to volunteer… Chromia is angry with Ironhide and refuses to be with him." He vented softly. "I'm sorry you were forced to endure what you were, Soundwave… Had I been online, this wouldn't have happened."

Soundwave leaned up and kissed the bigger mech to silence him, smiling against Optimus' lips when she sensed the surprise in his EM field. Pulling away, the femme smiled up at him faintly. "Soundwave blames no one." She responded.

The Prime smiled back at her. "That's why I love you." He murmured, leaning in to return the kiss.