Disclaimer: I do not own them.

A/N: A bunny that I adopted a long, long time ago. If you see any errors or mistakes, please feel free to tell me.

Chapter 3: Home

Shockwave surveyed his new room. It was bigger than the one he had before the rumbling noises hurt him and his creators. He could still remember how much it had hurt to get out of the room to get help for his creators. He had even gone as far as leaving his hand under the piece of roof that had fallen on it. It had hurt, but logic told him he had to get help because his creators weren't moving.

The sparkling made a cooing sound, optic searching for something to play with. He hadn't dared to speak to the big mech that saved him. The last time he spoke, the scary flier had kicked him.

There was nothing in the room to play with. The sparkling made a sound of disappointment when he realized there was nothing in the room, except a recharging berth. One of the walls had a big circle painted on it. The circle had smaller circles inside it, ending with a funny looking red face in the center. Accompanying the circles where numbers. That still didn't tell him what the circle meant, but he only hoped he wasn't blamed for drawing it on the wall.

The door opened and the sparkling's optic turned to see who was coming.

It was the big mech!

Shockwave almost clicked happily at him. So far the big mech had saved him from the scary flier and had given him a new hand. Shockwave knew it was different than the hand he had before and that it made a big boom.

"The medic that treated you assures me you are capable of simple speech."

Shockwave cocked his head, optic zooming in and out in apprehension, but not one sound came out of his vocalizer. The big mech's optics narrowed and the sparkling felt the need to run and hide under his new berth. He didn't do it. It was illogical to do so. Instead, he screech unhappily and plopped on the floor.

"Me speak."

"Finally," the mech said, "I was beginning to think I would have to resort to punishing you until you used that vocalizer of yours."

Shockwave only clicked, feeling more confident now that he spoke and didn't get kicked.

"Do you know who I am?" the mech asked him.

Shockwave shook his head.

"My designation is Megatron."

"Megaton?"

"Megatron," the mech barked at him, which almost sent him running again.

"Megatron," he corrected quickly, which seemed to please the big mech.

"Good," Megatron said, getting close enough to pat his head, "Whatever your designation was before doesn't matter anymore. From now on your designation is Shockwave, do you understand?"

"Shockwave?" he didn't like it. His old designation was better than this one. "No like."

Megatron smiled and Shockwave's optic widened as he took notice of the sharp fangs, "Get used to it, Shockwave. Like it or not, it is your new designation."

Megatron moved to pat him in the head again, but Shockwave scurried away from him sulking. Or that had been his intention, but Megatron grabbed him by one of his external audials.

"Rule number one, Shockwave. Never, ever, run away from me when I am talking to you. Understand?"

The sparkling tried to nod, but it only made the pain in his audial worse and he cried out in pain. He clicked and chirped in distress only to have Megatron tighten his hold.

"Speak, Shockwave."

"Shockwave no run. Shockwave stay," he managed to get out.

As soon as he spoke, Megatron let him go gently. The hand that had delivered so much pain, now soothing it.

"Good, sparkling. Now that we have established the new rule, I believe you deserve a treat," Megatron said, carrying him towards the big circle drawing.

"Shockwave did not draw," he said, hoping Megatron would believe him. He didn't want to get punished for something he didn't do.

"I know that," was the reply he got, "That is for our game, Shockwave."

"Game?" he asked, feeling his excitement grow.

"Yes Now watch this," Megatron said, putting him back on the floor.

Shockwave watched, optic wide, as the big mech fired the cannon. He chirped happily as he watched it hit the big circle.

"Again!"

Megatron rewarded him with a smirk before he began speaking, "That is a shooting target, Shockwave. Starting today you and I will play with it for one whole groon. Do you like that?"

"Me play? Make it go boom?"

"Yes. Let me show you how."

Megatron taught him how to use the new gun he had where his hand used to be. As promised, the big mech stayed for one whole groon playing with him and his shooting target. By the end of the groon, the wall was in desperate need of repairs. Megatron had even promised him that as long as he was a good sparkling, he would continue to come back and play with him again.

He was very tired by the time the big mech left. With a little struggle, he managed to get on his new recharge berth. The lights in the room were still on, but they weren't bright enough to bother him. The temperature was a little colder than normal, but not so bad as to not let him recharge. In fact, despite the lack of games, this place was comfortable.

Shockwave fell into recharge wondering how would his creators find him if his designation had been changed.