-Author's Notes-

Greetings! New chapter!~ I'm very surprised I managed to write this up so soon, but very glad nonetheless! I just hope you all turn out as glad as I have, so anyway, read onward!

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.-

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"Now, hold the cannon very steadily. If this moves so much as an inch whilst I am connecting the wires to their units, it could prove to be very hazardous to both you and I." Commander Shockwave spoke solemnly with an (obviously) unreadable stare. Even though he had only one optic and practically no face, I always attempted to try and read what he was thinking; judging by his body language, his optic's level of brightness and the movements of his antennae. But generally, it was to no avail that I could tell.

It had been four earth days of doing nothing but working with Commander Shockwave in his lab, and never had I felt so happy in my entire life! I wasn't stuck doing boring and repetitive jobs, and most importantly, I actually get to be around Commander Shockwave! I was simply so joyous about this! Even though I had passed out a few days ago, he still felt insistent on allowing me to become his assistant. That was flattering beyond compare, I was close to going unconscious yet again by just knowing that fact.

Commander Shockwave still considered me worthy enough to remain as his helpful assistant, even though I've been nothing but a clumsy dolt every now and then. This knowledge only motivated me to be even more determined to impress him and keep him satisfied, if only to be around him or near him, to know how he was doing, then by Primus; I would remain very happy.

Returning to the matter at hand, I very well knew that when Commander Shockwave said 'hazardous', he meant that death was a factor of the consequences of not holding the weapon steady. I kept my firm holding position of the large cannon in tack and nodded in understanding, trying to force every single thought that was loving, and somewhat perverted, towards My Commander out of my processor, aware that failing him simply was not an option nor will it ever be.

It was a very difficult task though, every klik I spent with Commander Shockwave was extremely overwhelming with intensifying emotions, I constantly felt jolts of ecstasy shoot through me with each passing moment. So keeping my composure together was indeed; very difficult. But I had to do my best, if I wanted to see Commander Shockwave nearly everyday then I simply must.

Currently, Commander Shockwave and I were working on designing and creating a very dangerous weapon, he told me that he would have me killed by his own servos if I dare told anyone about it. That to be honest, scared me quite a lot, but Commander Shockwave is very unaware of my immense loyalty to him and him alone. I was very honest with the nod and salute I gave him when I swore with genuineness that I would not tell a soul about his current project.

I also understood exactly why he threatened me so harshly, because if I was to tell anyone of this weapon, then a lot of trouble may ensue, and not just for me but for all Decepticons, Autobots and Earth. My trust was an absolute necessity.

Luckily, he took my word for it, telling me that he wasn't planning anything rebellious or treacherous towards the Decepticon cause, it was mainly for safety reasons, very serious safety reasons. He too was aware of Megatron's mentality and his obsessive desire for power. If Megatron knew of this weapon, he would use it for reasons that Commander Shockwave would deem pointless and illogical, along with being very dangerous. Commander Shockwave was someone that I trusted beyond compare, if he thought something was wrong; then it was. Simple as that.

Besides, Megatron getting a hold of a dangerous weapon? That reason alone is enough to shut me up, let alone the fact that my derma was mainly sealed for Commander Shockwave's sake. I would die in a sparkbeat even if it meant keeping him simply out of trouble, I would truly do anything for him.

The weapon that Commander Shockwave and I were working on was to make a gaseous version of the extremely dangerous 'Tox-En', this information was also enough for me to realize how truly dangerous this cannon was, the fact that Commander Shockwave was making it really confused me. I simply assumed that it was for when things got extremely desperate in battle, to the point that there was nearly no hope of the Decepticons winning.

This cannon was enough to strike down a whole army, but it could also prove to be very harmful towards Decepticons as well. Not only on the battlefield but once the Decepticons know of its existence, many forms of treason may just occur. Many Decepticons would try to steal it and use it against us and the Autobots, starting conflict that would only hinder the Decepticons plans. This weapon was mainly to be used for a situation where we simply held no choice in the matter.

Commander Shockwave's choice of not informing anyone but I, was definitely the logical course of action. And even though he didn't know it, I was the most perfect vehicon to tell out of them all, I wouldn't dare do anything that would put Commander Shockwave in the slightest bit of trouble or danger. I would do absolutely everything in my power to keep him safe, no matter what. My life was no question, I would suffer Unicron's most intense wrath for Commander Shockwave.

I then brought myself away from my work-hindering thoughts and focused my attention on what was currently happening. The massive gun was currently being pressed firmly against the lab table with both of my servos whilst Commander Shockwave started the process of connecting the delicate wiring to their appropriate destinations.

Chances of us being killed were low, but it could still happen. The main problem would be if he and I were to be neutralized, only to be found out by a Decepticon officer or troop, therefore exposing the gun's secret to the army, which must be avoided at all costs in Commander Shockwave's case.

Although my mind was unbelievably focused on keeping the weapon secure in place, I couldn't stop my constantly curious optics from roaming over to Commander Shockwave. I kept my visor directed at the gun, but my optics became locked onto Commander Shockwave. I was always very appreciative of the advantages of this visor and mask.

I simply stared at him in complete awe and loving admiration, looking at how perfectly precise each and every movement he made with connecting the wires were. He was so calm and collected, such a perfectionist so he was, I could really tell. He surely might as well be one, it wouldn't take him too long to do something absolutely perfect. Why, it was simply in his nature to be perfect.

I felt a strong and sharp shiver run through my frame as I gaze at his digits of his single servo, seeing how deft they were as they accurately connected each wire slowly and steadily, there was absolutely no desire for any mistakes from that servo. What I would give to see that servo work with other experiences that didn't necessarily relate to science...

My spark began to suddenly make a weird ringing noise, it always did that when I was around him for a certain amount of time. The first time it did that I nearly had a spark attack, I thought he could hear it but I soon figured that he couldn't, considering he never questioned it or even noticed it. It took me time to adjust but I soon did.

The noise was actually quite beautiful, it was in some form of a rhythm. I soon found out that it was my spark practically calling for his own, a request to sparkbond, but always left unanswered. I knew he couldn't actually feel it calling because this was just my spark being peculiar, it was more so telling me that it was absolutely certain of who it wanted to sparkbond with. A sense of complete trust, more like it.

But I didn't need my spark telling me all of this! I was already very much aware! I'll admit, it is quite nice having that bit more sense of certainty. Not that it mattered, as if I had a chance of actually sparkbonding with Commander Shockwave? Only in my most desired dreams shall I experience that. Though it broke my spark, I could live with it. I think...

I continued to stare at his digits, noticing the electrical sparks that jolted into the air occasionally, reflecting off of his purple armour and making it glow every now and then. It was a gorgeous sight, seeing his antennae twitch and move at every sound he heard or every movement he sensed. The reflective glow in his shining optic, a circular chasm of which I wanted to get lost in forever.

I could feel that marvellous flutter in my spark attack it every time those electrical sparks reflected off of his armour, it made me lean forward just a little and gaze at him further.

"Beautiful..." I muttered, completely starstruck by the mech.

He froze and stopped what he was doing, tilting his helm upward to look at me. "What?" He questioned, causing me to stiffen and stare at him in complete embarrassment. Scrap, scrap, scrap! Why the frag did I say that out loud?! What should I say?!

"...Uhm..." I was left in a peril, shifting my optics around the area as he stared at me, clearly awaiting an answer from me. I then looked to the cannon and quickly hatched an idea.

"T-The weapon, i-it's beautiful. Your creations are always so impressive, Commander Shockwave. I n-never have gotten the time to praise you for that, eh, I commend you for your amazing work..." I finished with a clumsy voice, his antennae flicking upward as he eventually nodded slowly.

"I see. Your admiration is appreciated. I do not think much of praise, I simply create what is most necessary for our cause, but oddly enough I am quite fond of the occasional compliment I would receive. I put a lot of work into my scientific endeavors." He concluded as he returned to what he had been doing, I could tell he was approaching completion.

I held back a large sigh of relief, a small smile behind my mask appearing as I felt something urge me to keep talking. With a blink of my optics, I finally brought myself to speak again. "Well... I'm quite surprised to hear that. W-With everything you've accomplished, you should be receiving praise all of the time. I mean, r-really, y-you're the most remarkable scientist Cybertron has ever seen." I felt my face plates begin to warm up, I've never tried to engage in a somewhat normal conversation with him before, I just hope that I don't end up annoying him.

He began to speak but continued what he was doing, still keeping his accuracy at top notch. As expected. "You believe so? It may be because many fear me, and I do not blame them for that." I frowned slightly at what he said, still holding the weapon steady as he continued to work.

This statement really annoyed me quite a good bit, I understood why people feared him but they based their beliefs off of foolish rumours! Well, most of them were rumours. But they were not even giving him a chance! But then again, it would be more so Commander Shockwave not giving them a chance to give him a chance, so it was all quite a messed up conundrum, not that he really cared, and if he doesn't care then nor should I.

Either way, the irritation I felt was something I really couldn't prevent. I was very overprotective of Commander Shockwave, and I wasn't going to stop that overprotective side to me anytime soon either.

I waited a short moment before bringing myself to finally speaking again. "Well, I d-don't fear you Commander Shockwave..." He stopped what he was doing yet again and averted his gaze to me. I sank my helm into my shoulders as I stared at him, maybe I said that wrong...

"I-I mean... I respect you more so than fear you. I-I'm very much aware that you are capable of inducing consequences of torture and death onto me if you deemed it...Logical." I concluded awkwardly, keeping my visor directed at him but my optics to the floor. I simply could not control myself when he was watching me like that.

His stare was constant, and I simply remained completely still, trying to prevent myself from trembling as I usually tend to do. He then went back to what he was doing once again, my shoulders dropping low in relief as I figured that he wasn't going to dwell too long on the matter.

"These reasons are precisely why I chose you to become my assistant. Your mind is logically calculative and structured, you would have made a fine scientist or mathematician." He said with a blank tone, my face plates heating up immensely by his compliment. It wasn't really compliments he was giving me, simply honesty. I tried to keep my composure in check as I was still keeping the weapon completely still, my processor trying to think of what to say as a reply.

He actually said that to me?.. When Commander Shockwave says or does something, you know it's because it is logical and serves reason. He doesn't just say it to be nice. This simply made his statement so much more meaningful to me, he really had no idea.

"T-Thank you sir. I am really glad that you chose me to assist you, it is an honour working alongside a mech such as you." I stared at him as he worked, he simply nodded after I said this. It truly felt so strange with each statement I said, every time a conversation ensued, it gradually became more deeper and well, normal.

We tended to speak as though we were close friends, but that might just be my imagination. Commander Shockwave simply does what needs to be done, and that's it. But still, I really felt inclined to increase my consistency of giving him compliments and increasing their meaning, just so long as I was certain that he didn't mind me saying it.

"I'm not so certain why," He randomly started, my stare remaining constant as I gradually became nervous of what he was going to say. "but I receive a strange sense of difference from you. I've already concluded awhile ago that you are not like other vehicons." He said with an unreadable tone, and my spark just sank.

What did he mean by that?! I've already concluded awhile ago that you are not like other vehicons. Does he... Know? How could he know?! That's impossible! Well, maybe not impossible but still! Did I do something to give myself away? I began to ponder for a moment, realizing that maybe I stuttered and stammered, daydreamed and fumbled, froze and trembled once too many.

Frag.

He has now done nothing but left me confused here. My curiosity and worry began to overpower me as I decided to question him further on this matter. "Uhm... W-What do you mean by that, sir? If you do not mind my asking..." I spoke with utmost respect, awaiting for his reply.

He closed the panel that was used to cover the wiring units on the weapon, clearly showing that he was finished with what he had been doing. He then looked at me, his attention firmly locked on me. I felt as though he was taking a millenia to reply, my paranoia of being discovered was too great to simply look at this as a misunderstanding. I already felt certain of what he was going to say to me anyway.

"I am the one who invented and created the models and systems of the vehicon troops, I am familiar with their programming and idiosyncrasies. You are nothing like those unintentionally obedient and practical drones; as I had created them to be, as you should have been. Your behavior alone indicates this." He concluded, picking up a datapad from the side of the lab table, averting his gaze from me to the datapad as he began to presumably type up a report on our current progress with the weapon.

I stood there, completely dumbfounded. He had known all this time?.. He truly had figured it all out. I wasn't certain whether to be scared or... Or... I'm not even certain. I was so petrified that the person I was so very in love with could simply offline me right now, with pure reason and permission. He had all the right to, and I was not sure what to be prepared for.

"...Sir I... I'm-" He raised his single servo up to me halt my words, shaking his helm a little. I clamped my derma shut and stared at him with frozen optics, my spark felt as though it was in my throat.

"I can already see you are afraid. You are concerned for your well-being. Rest assured; no one shall know of your functionality. You are much too useful to me to be offlined, not to mention that there is no logical reason for killing you, even if you are functioned by emotions... That is correct, is it not? You harbour emotions?" He asked me, I knew he was double-checking because he wasn't the brightest when it came to understanding emotions. The fact he had already made this conclusion still baffled me, his extremely high IQ level was enough to still see past my emotional personality. Or maybe it was just obvious, and I was too blind to see that.

My lip plates trembled and I steadily nodded, I was so relieved that he wasn't going to tell anyone about my current state. That nervous breakdown I was just about to have for when he found out about my emotional state was now being transferred into unbearably powerful emotions, causing my system's engines to churn.

I was actually becoming so rapidly overwhelmed with emotions because he, the mech I loved more than anyone, still accepted me for who I was, for who am. Even though he more so wanted me for his scientific duties, he still considered it illogical to kill me even if I wasn't useful to him. I couldn't express my joy, my absolute delight; I simply dimmed my visor and covered my mask with both of my servos.

He looked at me as I did this, tilting his helm to the side a little as his antennae twitched. "Are you bothered by this? You need not fret, though I consider emotions a weakness, it strangely acts as an advantage in your case." I began trembling, this time not holding back my uncontrollable actions. He stood completely still, awaiting for some form of a reply from me, he wasn't certain how to react to my reaction.

I suddenly felt a very large wave of courage build up inside me and decided to begin to unlatch the mask attached to my face plate, removing it once I did so. He was still staring at me as I revealed my face plates to him, coolant seeping from my optics as I brought myself to look at him, wiping the liquid from my optics away with a digit.

"F-Forgive me sir... I am aware that you do not consider emotions in any sense a strength, but you have no idea how long I've wanted to simply be... Free." I never removed my gaze from him as I continued to speak, my voice full of emotion, unlike his own. "I am willing to continue working with the Decepticons, even with my emotions. But it's like being in a container when I cannot express them, I-I am more than happy to continue working with you sir, but would it bother you if could simply... Be myself? In a professional sense, that is, but I am sure you understand what I mean."

I ended my request, my voice hitching as his optic brightened a little at my statement. Even now, my spark was racing and my optics were still flickering due to the coolant that had emitted from them, but I felt confident. I knew that I simply had to ask now, of all moments, if he knew of my emotional functionality and wasn't bound to killing me, then what was the harm? I could then truly see how useful he found me, judging by his answer.

He put the datapad he had been holding back onto the lab table and stared at me a moment longer before nodding, turning around and walking away from me with a calm stride. "I see no logic behind your desire, but of course, that is expected from me. So be it, you may express your emotions in a professional sense." He made his way to the computers within the room of the lab, and I really had to prevent that stupid squeal I tended to make when I was excited from escaping my vocalizer.

I grinned wildly, my optics growing wide in joy and brightening before I wiped my undoubtedly stupid expression away and replaced it with a more professional and firm one. "Yes sir, thank you very much sir! This truly means a lot to me. It is very much appreciated." I was very happy that Commander Shockwave was the kind of mech that you could truly reason with to a very large extent, even if it went against what he believed in, so long as it didn't affect him, then it wouldn't bother him too much.

He didn't reply as he began to type up something on the computer console he was standing at, and once I was certain that I wasn't going to shed another tear, I put my mask back onto my face plate and locked it firmly into place, adjusting the visor a little to make sure everything was working appropriately. I was so shocked that I became so confident around Commander Shockwave. I actually showed some of my own personality to him, something I never imagined myself to be able to do. It was such a huge step, I felt positively amazing after doing it.

I wasn't certain whether it was right to think this, but my life was just getting better and better everyday. A week or so ago, I had been the most miserable Decepticon known to existence. But now? I'm most likely the happiest of them all. Who knows? Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to approach Commander Shockwave from behind and hug him tightly.

I chuckled quietly at the thought and shook my helm. As if! If I keep asking for too much, well, I might get a little bit more than I bargained for, in a very bad sense that is. I've never received such luck in my entire life so I really can't start shoving the idea that once I want something that I'm all of a sudden going to get it now, because my life, of all lives, does not work like that. I'm simply going to cherish every amazing moment I can whilst I have it, and not waste one ounce of time. I know it could all change at any moment.

"214, is there something wrong?" Commander Shockwave called to me, causing me to wake from my thoughts and look toward him quickly. "E-Excuse me sir, I was simply lost in thought." I grew shy once again as I began walking over to him, standing directly beside him as he watched me.

"Indeed, quite a deep thought you must have been lost in, I called you twice before I managed to catch your attention." I frowned at myself for being so stupid, slouching a little lower. "A-Apologies, sir..." I murmured, fidgeting with my servos a little as he turned to the computer console again and began typing.

I watched him and clasped my servos behind my back, trying to ignore the remarkable quantity of feelings running rampant within my systems. It was becoming a quotidian now, but then again, I highly doubt I could ever get used to such a quotidian, no matter how long it lasted.

David, David, David... Wow. Even Shockwave noticed your emotional side! It certainly was obvious!~

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