-Author's Notes-

Hello once again!~ I'm updating so soon because prologue's are short, and because I really couldn't bring myself from not writing this some more. I'm enjoying it so much! Anyway, this is where David's story really begins, so read on and do enjoy!

Warning: Rating may change due to progress of this story but this chapter is currently rated T. Warnings will be placed at the start of each chapter, this chapter implies slash but nothing explicit.

Pairing - David x Shockwave

Disclaimer: This story is fan made. I do not own 'Transformers' or any of its characters. Transformers belong to Hasbro. (I could say that David is my OC vehicon, but the vehicons belong to Hasbro so I find it best not to.)

-The time of this story is set in the middle of Transformers Prime: Beast Hunters, season three of Transformers Prime.-

I will try to update this at least weekly, I am currently very busy so please do spare me patience. I apologise in advance if I am late with updates.

Please do read, enjoy and leave a review!~

This was nice. This was very nice. Just calmly sitting on a hard and coarse thing that humans call a 'rock' whilst watching the sunset. I never thought much of things such as this until I decided to do some research on humans. I'm not very fond of them, but despite my disliking for them I simply cannot help but be fascinated by their ways. They're so primitive.

But still, were it not for a paragraph of a story I read by one of them, of which was on this 'World Wide Web' database I managed to hack into on one of my own computer consoles, that suggested that watching the sunset was calming and beautiful, I wouldn't be out here enjoying it. So for that, I am glad.

I truly like how the sun glazes my armour, it makes my purple and silver plating look prettier than before. Not that I'm a mech for looks, but I strangely can't help but acknowledge that in a gratifying way. The way I can feel the massive star's energy so close to my mask is also satisfying, it's so far away but it certainly doesn't feel that way. I tend to stroke my faceplate to feel that immense heat, only to notice that it's on my servo as well. My entire frame is affected by the heat of the sun, and I really love how it feels.

This is the third time I managed to come out here, to bathe in the last light of day as I try find some peace. I can only come out here once a week, this is when I'm not on duty and when Soundwave is busy with his weekly evaluation of surveillance. I'm sure Soundwave wouldn't really mind me coming out here anyway, it is when my shift is over, so a subtle break like this shouldn't be harmful.

The problem was that he would get suspicious of me, I'm certain that the moment my situation is figured out; I'm dead. A 'defective'. That's what I am. I'll be offlined in moments I'm sure. I simply can't take any risks, I have to be careful.

I sigh quietly as I avert my gaze away from the sun, or more so the sun averts its gaze away from me, because it's gone. It has now set and it's now dusk, that last shade of pink on the horizon slowly disappearing as blue begins to darken and envelope the sky. Twinkling stars steadily start to show themselves and the moon finally finds it right to shine bright. Yeah, more like steal the light from the sun. What would it be without the sun? Practically nothing. Without the sun no one would be able to see it, it would be nothing, no one would know it was there.

It always reminds me of Megatron. Yes, he started the rebellion of the Decepticons and the idea of a new and better age, but where would he be without his soldiers? His officers? He would be nothing. Without us, he is nothing. We are the shining stars that reflects of off his dark and meaningless surface. Like the moon, he seems big, but in reality, it's the stars that are bigger. Some stars are bigger and brighter than others.

A low and deep hum of longing and desire escapes my vocalizer as I bring myself to hugging my knees. Commander Shockwave. He is Megatron's most remarkable and brightest star. In my optics he is, anyway.

I'm very much aware of the fact that every Decepticon plays an important part within this army, but really, without Commander Shockwave, Megatron would have nothing. In terms of technology and engineering; the spacebridge, groundbridge, his notorious cortical psychic patch? What would have happened if Commander Shockwave never joined the Decepticons and provided these amazing inventions? Not to mention all of the other astounding creations he has made. The predacon? We would not have had a hope of finding the Autobots without that.

Commander Shockwave has played too many important parts to not be important, and I know Megatron knows this. Everyone knows this! I simply wish Commander Shockwave would get more praise, he really deserves it. Much more than Megatron, Megatron would receive praise if he began taking a walk around the ship! Everyone's judgement on this warship is despicable. Ridiculous. I'm just happy my optics are open, I know who the real masterminds are.

I all of a sudden jump, my visor brightening as I receive a comlink from one of my vehcion comrades.

[214. Your shift started five kliks ago. Resume your duties and return to your post.]

Five klicks?! Primus! I quickly stand up and jump off of the relatively large rock, not wasting any time to transforming into my vehicle mode, the standard vehicon car that most of us use. I spin my wheels and they screech as I swiftly make my way to The Nemesis, leaving a few trails of black tire marks and smoke. This is one of the first times I've been late! This is bad. This is really bad.

The revving of my engine is extremely loud, I have to make it to the ship before it's declared that I am to be in big trouble the moment I arrive. It isn't too long before I arrive at the ship, that long, bright yellow cylinder we use as a elevator still there. Phew! It was still there for the vehicon troops of which were working in the mines, I'm sure I'll get away with this now.

I can see a few other vehicons waiting there, holding their weapons proudly as they watch me transform and quickly enter the elevator with them. I try to suppress that loud sigh of relief as I stand with them, fumbling to find my weapon as the elevator closes and begins to steadily make its way upward.

I finally obtain the cannon within my servos and hold it just like the others, standing properly as my visor glows brightly. Surely they could hear my spark racing? I shake those thoughts away and try to remain calm as the elevator finally stops moving and the door slides open, the troops making their way out of the lift along with myself.

Once I leave the elevator, I make my own way to my next shift. Guard duty. The usual. It's nothing special, simply standing at a door and guarding it. Who knew, right?

Today I have to stand guard at the storage room, and for this I am oddly thankful. Although I find it absolutely terrifying to know that Airachnid is locked up, completely frozen, in that room, it's still peaceful and it's a one-mech job. No need for others to be around, so I don't have to stand there and be as calm and composed as usual. I can actually be myself.

With steady but fast strides I walk around the required turns and whatnot to the storage room of The Nemesis, it's not too hard to find, though I do tend to get lost on some occasions, but that's mainly because I'm a daydreamer and I'm easy to amuse or distract. I then take an elevator to the lower levels of the ship, this is where it all gets a 'tad' bit darker.

And scarier.

This is where the Insecticons decide to linger, and by Primus they scare me senseless! Their over-sized denta and massive build; I shudder, shaking the thoughts away.

With constant shifting of my helm from side to side, I finally arrive at the door. I stand at my post of the door and... Do nothing.

The moment I realise how bored I'm going to be, I sigh grudgingly. I truly would rather be outside once again than having to stand here for two joors and do nothing. I do enjoy peace, but it's still less boring when there are others around, even if they're just vehicons. I send a quick transmission to the vehicon currently in charge of all of our work stations to inform him that I am here, he then will send this information to Soundwave and everything will be fine. I just hope he spares me and does not tell Soundwave that I was late, that could start a few problems for me.

I stood back slightly the moment I heard a cry of an Insecticon within this area, they were always so loud and making random noises, and yet, I can't ever stop myself from jumping in surprise or stumbling on the spot. And yes, it does look as stupid as it sounds.

My grip on my cannon grows tighter as I tense, I simply hope that they don't come to this area. Two of them came once whilst I was on duty here. They didn't do anything, they were simply crawling on the ceiling as usual and passed by, but that didn't stop my knees shaking and my spark from beating faster. My phobia of them is simply something I can't prevent, I just try to deal with it.

One joor has passed, and I finally brought myself to sitting down on the cold metallic floor. I'm just toying with my gun as I frustratingly wait for this shift to finally end! The boredom is painful, I lightly scrape at the ground with my sharp talons as I wait. And wait.

...Waiting...

I shoot up off of the ground, standing properly once again as I hear faint voices arriving to this area, clearly whoever it was took the elevator. I can't exactly tell who it is, I know that there's at least two or more vehicons. Their pedes are loud as they walk and it becomes clear to me that they're making their way here.

I remain as still possible, my only movement is the shifting of my helm as I look down the hall that they will soon appear in. I listen carefully, so far I can simply hear the vibrations of their voices but it's gradually getting louder. I increase my efforts of listening, two voices sounded similar, it was blatantly obvious to me that they were vehicons because their voices resembled mine. I then managed to make the distinction of another voice, a much deeper voice but a voice of the same emotionless tone as vehicons.

I immediately looked forward and stiffened, completely frozen by the fact that I knew who it was. It was him!

Commander Shockwave!

What was he doing down here?! Oh Primus, by the Allspark what am I to do?! Is he going to come this way? Is he going to turn down the other corridor perhaps? I'm not too certain what I want him to do. A part of me would be relieved that he would go another way, I wouldn't have an emotional breakdown in front of him, but another part would be so happy to be that close to him. I've never been closer than I was when in the main control room, which is a pretty fair distance, might I say.

I feel my spark thump hard within its chamber, my frame is already trembling.

"...Stop it..." I whisper unconsciously to myself, trying everything within my power to calm down. But I simply can't. I can tell they were merely a few steps from entering this corridor and I was already a shaking mess, my visor's light was heating my faceplates, not too mention my faceplates were already warm enough due to this occurrence!

"Be steady, there is no requirement to rush."

I gasp and bite my lip plates. I've never heard his voice so close before. I can't prevent myself from turning my helm to look in their direction. Once I did, I saw two vehicons holding a relatively large metal box. They're just turning the corner and holding the load together. But my attention wasn't on them. It was on him.

There he was, helm facing downward as he looked to be reading a datapad within his servo. I watched, starstruck, as he used his thumb to flick through the datapad's contents. His single servo must be skilled, having only to use that one servo due to the fact he had only one. I could see the bright pink markings on his servo and digits, their sharp precision as they gently gripped the datapad.

As usual, his hips swung proudly as he walked with such a calm composure down the corridor. I nearly dropped my gun as I stared. I bit my lip plates harder, I'm nearly certain it was dripping energon now, as I watched his antennae flick occasionally. I always wondered how sensitive they were. I always wanted to gently grasp one, stroke it tenderly and please him. I'm certain that it would please him. I also wouldn't mind tasting one, tasting him. I can always imagine the sound he would make as I took the antennae within my derma, licking and sucking it affectionately, still grasping it within the sharp digits of my servo.

My mind began to grown dizzy as I felt my thoughts run rampant within my processor, an unintentional but quiet groan escaping me. Damn! Stop it, stop it! I just can't help it, everything about him is just so perfect. I fidgeted with my cannon as they made their way closer to me, my optics didn't know where to look.

Standard protocol David..

I tried to remain completely still as they approached, standing at attention as I saluted Commander Shockwave respectfully (And lovingly.) "Commander Shockwave! S-Sir!" I stated with all of the love in my spark, my servo trembling as it rested beside my helm in a frozen salute. I felt like hitting myself for stuttering, but I just could not prevent it. I was certain that I was going to do something much worse in a moment.

The three mechs stood at the door and Commander Shockwave looked to me, his optic blazing brightly as his antennae twitched upward.

My spark just stopped.

"We are simply leaving a few of my older projects within the storage room. Here." He spoke with an emotion deprived voice as he handed the datapad withing his servo to me. I stood there. Still staring at him in awe as my trembling continued to ensue, but he, or the others, didn't seem to notice.

He was so beautiful. His paint job always looked so pristine and immaculate, the way he stood so tall and proud has always impressed me greatly. I could feel my spark melt within its chamber, even where he stood I'm sure he could feel the heat radiating off of my frame.

I randomly looked at his chest, the black glass was perfectly clean and reflected any other lights that hit off of it. What I would give to see his spark. I'm certain its beauty could not be compared to by any other, I'm certain everything about his spark would be bright and gorgeous, despite the fact he was emotionless. I declared to myself quite long ago that I would be 100% willing to sparkbond with him.

His armour was so intricate and detailed, his frame was so unique compared to others. All of the illuminations, the mass and the linings; details and curves. Oh sweet perfection.

"I believe it would be logical of you to take it now..."

Frag! I jumped slightly and looked at the datapad he was still holding within his servo. He moved it a little forward to indicate what he meant, but for Primus' sake I knew what he meant! I'm such a fool! "Y-Yes sir! Apologies!" Another stutter... Wonderful. He nodded at me as I extended my servo and attempted to delicately grasped the datapad within my own. Only to realise how close my servo was to his. I stopped for a moment, and done something I never thought I could ever bring myself to do.

I deliberately placed my servo over the length of the datapad, a length that was more than necessary, giving me the capability to gently brush my servo off of his. I gripped the datapad and shuddered as I felt the metal of his perfectly shaped servo brush off of my mine. I allowed the subtle touch to linger but he soon retracted his servo away once I had the datapad perfectly within my grasp. He looked away from me and I quickly allowed my servo to press the datapad to my chest plate, holding it firmly as to not drop it, still trembling. I am so surprised that he hasn't noticed my extremely peculiar demeanor, but I am glad he hasn't.

He approached the control panel at the side of the door to unlock it and I stood a side, only for my optics to widen slightly behind my visor as I realised I had an absolute perfect view of his aft. Oh my sweet- .

My optics didn't go anywhere, they were locked firmly on that gorgeously rounded area of metal that was clearly distinct due to it's silver paint job instead of purple, like the majority of his frame. The desire, the temptation, the insane urge to reach forward and tightly grab it and explore was too intense for words. I can't even begin to imagine what would happen if I did that, but once again; I assume I would be dead.

My gaze was broken once he unlocked and opened the door to the room, the two vehicon soldiers quickly entering with the large metal box of projects still in their servos. Clearly the weight was growing too much for them. Then the object of my desires turned around to look at me once again, his optic dimming slightly.

"Once your shift is complete, give that datapad to Lord Megatron. You need not explain details, he will know what it is once he retrieves it from you. Understood?" His voice was blank but commanding, I could practically feel the vibration coming from it and envelop my frame. I was still continuing to tremble and my spark was consistent in its racing, but I nodded and saluted him once again. "Perfectly si-ir! I shall not fail you, Commander Shockwave." I was then on the verge of hitting myself as I said the last part, I could tell that his antennae was raising high in confusion.

A "Yes Sir!" would have been fine. But I was simply too infatuated by him, I just had to tell him that no matter what it is he wishes for me to do, I will do so perfectly and I will not fail him. His optic and my own optics were locked, it seemed as though he was about it say something but he didn't, his gaze was drawn to the two vehicons that left the room and stood beside him. They nodded at Commander Shockwave as he looked at me for the last time. "Excellent, ensure that you do not." He then finally turned around, as did the two vehicons, and made a steady depart.

I felt my shoulders drop as I watched him leave, admiring him from behind as I quietly sighed, feeling love struck. I strangely felt upset as he left, well of course, that was understandable. I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life, seeing him leave is something I don't necessarily enjoy.

I then looked to the datapad within my servo, feeling it's warmth from being left online. I then realised that Commander Shockwave had touched this! He touched me!

Well... I touched him, but still, it was positively astonishing! I nearly felt inclined to not give Megatron this datapad. I'll just keep it for myself.

It then became clear that I actually could keep it. I can simply make my way back to my dorm and exchange this information on this one and transfer it onto another datapad, it would only take a moment!

With a large smile, I burst with excitement and quickly left my post, not caring that I could get into a deep plight for leaving. I took another route back up to the higher levels of the ship so not to run into Commander Shockwave (Even thought that would be amazing!) I simply couldn't for I would face severe consequences. And said consequences would be given to me by him, which would make me want to literally kill myself on the spot. The sad part is that that's not a hyperbole.

I rushed out of the elevator and tried to prevent myself from running, I didn't want to receive any weird glances from the soldiers around me. I finally arrived at my dorm and was very glad to see that no others were here. I approached the desk with datapads and picked up a memory-free one and swiftly connected the two with their cables, starting the tranfer. I was shocked that the day I dropped the datapad in the main control room was now the second best day of my life.

I enjoyed writing this so much, wow... I genuinely couldn't stop laughing at some parts! Well, I just hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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