So I'm finally getting back to this. I hit a rough patch in life so I took a time out from writing to deal with that, but I'm back now and I intend to stay on track this time so long as nothing else comes up. Sorry to everyone that has been waiting for this!
Disclaimer: I don't own crap except for Sonya Becker. Sonya is mine…my precious. (Just watched the old Lord of the Rings: Return of the King cartoon. You heard me: the cartoon. Look that one up on YouTube.)
Megatron watched as the Autobots bickered on the other end of the connection. He knew that Prime would agree. His honor wouldn't allow him to do anything else. Trust noble fools to be stupid. Prime turned back to the screen on his end and glared at the Decepticon. "How do we know they are still alive?" Megatron motioned to something on his side and then on screen came Starscream carrying both Sam and Sonya. The pair looked a little roughed up, but other than that perfectly fine. Bee whined in the background and Sam inconspicuously waved to him. Prime perked up at seeing the children. "Sam, are you alright?"
Sam, who was still focused on Bee, turned his attention to Optimus. "Yeah, we're fine here. Megatron's being an," Sam didn't finish his sentence when he saw the way the bot in question was looking at him. "But other than a little boredom we're good." Sonya, who was sitting next to him, silently looked over the Autobots. By the descriptions that Sam had given her she was able to identify who was who. Looking around she saw that one that had saved her. Sideswipe stood off to one side and waved a little to him like Sam had done with Bee. His optics on screen shot to Optimus and then he did a tiny wave back. Suddenly they were jerked off screen by Starscream and the focus went back to Megatron.
"See? Just fine. And just for insurance that you will do as we've agreed, we're going to give you a time limit. If you don't do what you've been told, the humans will suffer for it. Several Autobots visibly shuddered. They'd been fighting too long not to know that the Decepticons were ruthless and meant every word of that threat. Megatron, who was enjoying their squirming, motioned to Prime. You've six days, Prime. Be prepared to face the consequences should you fail." And with that final warning, the connection was severed, leaving the Autobots to stare at a screen full of static.
Optimus Prime turned to his team and took a moment to process what had just happened. They had no choice. He had no choice. His team would hate it, but it had to be done. Ratchet and Ironhide, the oldest and highest ranking of the rest, came forward to council. Before they could come close, however, he raised his hand to them. "Don't start." Was all he said and then headed to his designated area that he used for when he needed a place to think away from distractions.
At the Decepticons' base Sonya sat alone in Soundwave's quarters for what she had estimated to be about a week. She sat on the desk playing with the drawing thing, which Soundwave had called a datapad, and drew random pictures of past things. Her house, her dog Maxie, other things that took her mind off of her current situation. She was going to die if the Autobots didn't come through. She stopped in sidestroke of her picture, trying to blank out the fear. She was already on Megatron's hit list. If they didn't do what he said…things didn't look to good for her or Sam.
The door to the room opened, pulling her out of her haze. Looking up, she saw Soundwave coming through the doorway towards her. "Come." Was all he said as he held his hand out to her. Automatically she stood and carefully sat in his palm. It hadn't taken too long to figure out not to question him when he gave those simple orders. Soundwave carried her down the winding halls until they reached what she had only once been in before. This room full of wires and huge screens was the communications room, where all the frequencies being sent to the base were received and then sent to their respective audience. Most of them were for Megatron, like reports of scouting and such. Soundwave had set her on a desk in the room while he had worked one day.
Looking up at him, she wordlessly asked what they were doing here. One of the things that had happened since the humans had been there was that the bots had quickly picked up on gestures that represented speech. Confused looks were one of the first to be picked up on. "Human help with connections. Switch wires for communications directing." Was all the explanation she got before he set her down before a panel with cords whose thickness was that of her thigh. He went over to a nearby control panel that was bigger and began typing away. Suddenly several lines and open ports lit up. With some direction from Soundwave, she put the cords into their respective ports depending on their color coding.
They did this for most of the day, and Sonya had even begun to enjoy the work. Doing something physical after all that time shut up in a room alone was a great improvement to her attitude. During one particular connection coming in from the outside, Sonya pulled the cord out to put into its port. Static that had built up in her clothes abruptly discharged when it came into contact with the metal jack and sent her reeling backwards…and off the edge of the desk. Blinded by both pain and her body going into shock, she heard earthquake-like poundings and then hitting something hard and being slowly lifted. Instinctively, muscles constricted and released rapidly, and her body curled up into a fetal position.
No one had ever seen Soundwave run through a hall so fast in their entire stellar cycles. The little robot, who before had only done research to retrieve information from Sam's brain, was now forced to research how to stop a seizure and how to bring a human out of shock before it killed them, all within a time limit. Starscream, who had witnessed Soundwave's run for help, had begun to harass the larger bot about it. Those claims were quickly silenced with a shot to the aft.
The next day, Frenzy and Rumble, the normal bots who managed the panels with Soundwave, returned from their top secret mission to the Autobot headquarters to find their human 'pet' silent and quick to jump at noises. Creeping over to Barricade, Frenzy tapped the much larger mech about what happened while they were away. "The female was helping Soundwave and was injured by electrical discharge. Hasn't talked or done much since. Just sits wherever you put her and doesn't move. Much better." Was all Frenzy could get out of the faux police car and so gave up on that.
Sitting there staring at the surface of the table, Sonya was unaware of the small Decepticons as they came toward her. Not until they were next to her did she look up to see Frenzy and Rumble dancing the chicken dance. For a few seconds, they were afraid that wasn't going to be enough when her face didn't change. But Frenzy, who had sharper eyes than his brother caught the slight twitch of her mouth, and then nudged his brother to amp it up a bit. They switched from the chicken dance to a more energetic dance. The Macarena. Again, not much of a difference, but now she was wearing a more prominent smile.
As they amped it up some more, she became a bit more energetic until she was laughing, and then the two stopped and sat as she was, with one leg tucked up underneath the other. "Fleshy feeling better?" They said in unison, and she nodded. Soundwave and Barricade, who had been the room as well and watching the scene play out, looked at each other. The mini twins were very strange. Always had been and they suspected they always would be. This meant a very long eternity for whoever lived long enough to put up with their antics.
So what do you think? I was kinda planning the end to be a little different, but at the same time I felt like a cute ending for once. So here it is, the cute ending I'd been wanting. Please review to give me feedback! Kind criticism is welcome. Flames will be used to keep we warm at night. Peace!