-Author's Notes-

Howdy once again! Chapter six is here!~ I really enjoyed writing this one, it was very fun to so, and oh David, you seriously fail. Read on if you want to know what I am talking about.~ 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.-

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Appreciation.

Yeah, I very well know what 'appreciation' is, unlike most. I both recognize and enjoy positively everything that is worth recognizing and enjoying. Even then, I still try to appreciate the not-so-enjoyable things given to me as well.

Though of course, that is expected of a mech such as I; I've practically been living a life of complete and utter solitude, maybe not physically, but definitely mentally. Having absolutely no one to have a normal conversation with, no one to turn to when sad or angry, talking to myself all of the time and becoming distracted by simplicity. A constant yearning for someone I know I'll never have.

That's loneliness.

And it's painful, really painful. I'm surprised I managed to function through it all without at least losing a screw or two within my helm. Thankfully I didn't, and when I was suffering through those times I wouldn't be saying 'thankfully', but more so 'unfortunately'. But now? It's all slowly starting to change.

The loneliness? It's starting to gradually fade away, my processor feels as though it's finally getting a rest because my emotions are finally being released from their cage, bit by bit. I've made someone of the sort that is close to being a 'friend' to me. Over the past while Knockout and I have been meeting with each other every now and then, and each time it becomes better and better, even when we're working or cleaning.

We talk and discuss how our day was or about things that have happened recently, he even gave my armour a repaint. It's the exact same colour and whatnot as it once was, simply more cleaner and pristine. I look much shinier compared to the other vehicon soldiers, I'm just glad that no one noticed it, but Knockout said my dull plating was driving him insane so I allowed him to do it.

He's even trying to help me become something closer to the love of my life, but he must be quite the fool if he thinks I dare have a chance, even if his plans seem perfect, they simply will not work with the person I'm in love with.

It surprises me though, Knockout having an interest and considerations for someone other than himself? That's unexpected, but I have to keep reminding myself that the Knockout I 'supposedly' know isn't who Knockout truly is, deep down, he may be someone completely different. Maybe.

I've also practically gotten a promotion in my 'job', if one were to put it simply.

I'm no longer partaking in guard duty or patrol, I am now working in the science department with Commander Shockwave. Some may say: 'That's even more boring.' or maybe: 'He's a creep. Who'd want to work with him?'

Well to them, I say: 'Bleh!' Fools. They don't see paradise when it's staring at them right in their face plates! Working with Commander Shockwave is now the number one best thing that has ever happened to me, and nothing comes close to beating it. I do hold an interest in science, but the majority of my interest lies with him, my sweet and perfect Commander.

Spending time with him is simply the most amazing thing, it puts the expression 'Love makes the ordinary extraordinary' into play. Love truly makes those usually boring and uninteresting things become the most magnificent and interesting, and it's all because you're with that person that makes your spark turn upside down by just a subtle glance from them.

That's why love is so amazing, it makes you appreciate everything more, and by Primus I am appreciating every last moment with Commander Shockwave, cherishing each kilik, I shall not take all of this for granted because it may just be taken away from me. Even though I pray every day to Primus that it does not, it still could happen.

Although I am beyond ecstatic to be with Commander Shockwave every day; my spark, my body, they want so much more than to be in his presence. As remarkable as that is, it simply teases me and makes me desire so much more, and I didn't think my desires being exceeded was even possible.

I have to try and hold back my urges though, because now I am currently making my way to Commander Shockwave's lab for duty, the last thing I need to do is to hop on top of him upon the moment I see him. Yeah, he'll really appreciate that.

With slow steps I approach the metal door to his lab, and as usual, my spark is racing and my derma runs dry. As I thought; I was never going to get used to seeing Commander Shockwave everyday and soon consider it normal. The day that happens I'll immediately know that I am no longer in love, because love isn't normal. It never should be.

I vent slowly and knock three times, slowly and somewhat gently but not too gentle, I need him to at least hear me knocking on the door. After a short moment the door opens and there he is, proudly standing at the control panel of the door to the side. His gaze fixes on me and I feel a shudder shoot from the bottom of my frame all the way to the top, causing my visor to brighten a little.

He nods once and turns around, making his way over to where I assumed he had been previously before I knocked. "214," He begins as I enter the lab further and begin to follow him. I hope one day he'll call me 'David', it'll feel so much better to hear him refer to me as my name instead of that damned number, that number I've really learned to resent over time.

Not to mention that when he's moaning my name in my dreams, it'll sound more accurate and clear of how he says it if he says it in reality to me, it'll truly help me imagine his voice saying it better then.

Primus damn it David! No perverted thoughts whilst on duty!

I mentally hit myself in the face plate and tried to focus on the matter at hand, watching Commander Shockwave as he rooted through a relatively small pile of datapads on the lab table once he approached it. I stood behind him, trying to keep my optics from drifting to areas of his frame that I had to forbid myself from looking at while I was with him, knowing that very bad outcomes will occur.

He eventually picked up a datapad and turned around, handing it to me slowly. I immediately took it from his servo gently and stared at it in curiosity before averting my gaze to him once again. "It contains the pin codes to the door to the lab and the lab's storage room, you need not knock anymore." His statement caused my derma to part slightly in surprise, I blinked a few times as I tried to speak.

"S-Sir... You really trust me with these?" I asked, feeling extremely baffled that he was willing to allow me to know the codes. I hated asking stupid questions, to Commander Shockwave particularly. I knew he disliked it when people asked questions that they very well knew the answer to, it was pointless to ask it then, therefore; illogical.

I was simply glad that he tolerated me so much, I actually felt special sometimes, but I knew that was ridiculous to think. But hey, a mech can dream can't he? It's simply because Commander Shockwave is very tolerating. Ah yes, another wonderful trait about him.

He simply waved his servo in dismissal and began searching through the datapads once again. "It's not something to be surprised by, I should have given them to you from the start, but I did not think of it as being logical because I was not expecting to keep you as my assistant for this long, but now I am certain that you shall be helping me for as long as it deems necessary." If that's the case then I hope it remains necessary forever, I was so glad to hear that I was so useful to him, how could I not feel special by hearing him say that to me directly?

I smiled brightly behind my mask, my face plates heating up as I gripped the datapad tightly. "Yes, of course sir, I understand. Thank you kindly, Commander Shockwave." I tended to exaggerate my praises towards Commander Shockwave, my spark dictating that he deserved every last word of praise that I could give. But honestly, if I was given the opportunity to praise Commander Shockwave for as long as I wished, well then my worship would last forever and that is no hyperbole.

He suddenly hummed once, causing me to snap out of my thoughts and bite my lip plates a little. There were times when Commander Shockwave would make a random noise; a hum of contemplation or a murmur of equations; which simply sounded like fumbling whispers.

They were too cute for words, and fragging hot as a smelting pit. They made me want to emit a high-pitched squeal from my vocalizer and randomly hug him tightly. Once again, urges needed to be contained. I merely bit my lip plates harder and imagined myself doing it, trying to bury my overwhelming desires within my thoughts rather than in preferable reality.

Commander Shockwave turned to look at me and I quickly stood at attention, placing the datapad in the confinements of my armour as I finally brought my two red optics to stare into his singe large one. His sleek antennae moved slightly before he finally began to speak. "We're going to try something different today rather than the usual scientific projects we tend to partake in, but it will all depend on what you would prefer to do."

Once he said that I unconsciously tilted my helm to the side a little. My preference? What was it that he wanted to do that could affect me to the point that I wouldn't want to partake in it? "Of course sir, I shall participate, even if it exceeds my desires." I said with a solemn tone, I couldn't care what it was that Commander Shockwave wanted me to do, I'll do it with all my spark and well-being. I wouldn't dare fuss over what I wanted when it came to Commander Shockwave's desires.

He nodded as he began to talk once again. "Indeed, you say that now, but what it is I wish to study today is you. As you already know, I created the vehicons, I am the mind behind their programming and functions. It still baffles me that you are what you are, a vehicon that harbours emotions. Considering I am the one that created you, it makes me feel as though I've done something wrong when you were created, I want to dwell into your mind and possibly see what it is exactly that caused you to become like this. I wish to see the logic behind it, so that it will not happen again."

I nodded every now and then as he spoke, my curiosity growing large. The thought of him focusing his attention on me made me really bashful, much more bashful than usual. I too wanted to know why I was like this, but there was one thing that bothered me about this. "I will gladly partake in this experiment sir, but if you do find out why I have emotions... Y-You're not going to take them away, are you?.."

I stared at him with pleading optics, even though he could not see them because of my visor and mask. Not that it mattered, their pleading look wouldn't work anyway, he was completely deprived of emotion. I highly doubt he'd become sympathetic once he saw me making a stupid face.

I sighed in relief when he shook his helm. "Of course not, as I have stated before, it is your emotional state that makes you such an excellent assistant." He finished as he turned around and made his way over to the lab's main berth. I watched him with a small smile, my spark beating at a very happy rate within its chamber, practically purring as I stared at him. He certainly was nothing short of complete perfection.

I then made my way over to the berth as well, standing at the other side of it as he began turning the computer consoles and screens surrounding the berth online. I gazed at him curiously, wondering what it was he intended to do; how he was actually going to dwell into my mind, as he had said. I heaved quietly, daring to ask him the question.

"Si-ir, you said that you were only going to this if I would prefer to. Is there something within this experiment that would possibly bother me?" I questioned him, trying to prevent worry from escaping into my voice's tone but failing miserably. He turned his helm from the monitors to me, his optic glowing a little before he turned around fully to face me, a black wire with very bright purple linings marking it within his servo.

I stared at it for a moment before I suddenly realized what it was, my face plates dropping a little as my optics widened. "I'm certain you've heard of my notorious invention?" He asked, my gaze averting to him before I nodded slowly. "Y-yes sir... The cortical psychic patch." I mumbled the name of it, there wasn't a bot alive that didn't fear this thing, as amazing as it was, it was still very frightening and dangerous.

He nodded and looked to the computers again. "Indeed, as I have stated before, I can understand if you do not want to go through the procedure, therefore you do not have to." He spoke with a very serious tone. I was extremely honoured that he wasn't just strapping me to the berth and shoving that thing in the back of my helm, as I assumed he would with Autobots. In general, Commander Shockwave didn't let anything get in the way of his experiments, he puts his priorities first before anything.

I think it's mainly due to the fact that I am his 'useful' assistant and a Decepticon, a respectful counterpart to him. Not to mention he's doing this experiment out of innocent curiosity, not desperate times. It made sense why he was being so sincere about it.

I slowly looked to the floor as I finally brought myself to pondering on the matter. It was Commander Shockwave. He invented the cortical psychic patch, he knew exactly what he was doing. Besides, I'm sure it won't be so bad, he was treating me as a respectful Decepticon rather than an imprisoned Autobot. I'll certainly be safe. I really trust him.

I brought my stare from the floor to Commander Shockwave, a firm expression on my face plates. "I'll do it sir." His antennae flinched at my reply, I assume he is surprised. "...Excellent." He spoke blankly as he turned to face me, the wire still in his servo. "Here, you may remain on this berth for the entirety of the procedure."

He used his cannon arm to point at the berth, waiting patiently for me to lie upon it. I nodded at him and climbed onto it, lying still as I tried to get comfortable. I suddenly stiffened when he gently took the side of my face plate in his servo, tilting it in the opposite direction of him. My frame began to heat up drastically and my spark began to race. Oh Primus don't let him notice.

"Are you ready?" He asked as he removed his servo from my now extremely warm mask and positioned the wire behind my helm, preparing to insert it into the connection unit. I nodded, unable to speak after having his servo touching my mask, I practically melted into his touch, I was so fortunate to not have moved into it further, as I had wanted to.

He didn't reply as he finally connected the wire to my helm, immediately sending me unconscious.

I suddenly entered an area surrounded by darkness, standing on practically nothing. I observed my surroundings, trying to figure out where I was. I was aware that I was connected to Commander Shockwave's cortical psychic patch, so I knew there was no point in freaking out. I vented and closed my optics, trying to remain calm as I allowed Commander Shockwave to search for whatever it was he wanted.

It was quite odd being in such an area, it was so void and hollow, I felt as though I would fall by taking one subtle step. All of a sudden, countless images began flickering in front of me. It wasn't long before I realized that they were my own memories, they certainly weren't too interesting due to the fact that 99.9 percent of my life was unbearably boring, but a lot of it was sad too.

I watched with deft optics, analysing every scene with a doleful expression. My life certainly wasn't a pleasant one, the only happiness I truly managed to grasp in it was when I was in the confinements of my dreams or with Commander Shockwave, being with him having only occurred recently so that didn't really count. In terms of statistics they didn't, but to me, they mattered so much and they always will.

The images suddenly froze, and I was left staring at numerous pictures of myself. I was sighing in some, crying in others. The rest I couldn't tell because I was wearing my mask, but my visor was dim so I could already tell how I was feeling. I sighed as he began rubbing my helm lightly, I wasn't even aware of how sad I was throughout my life. How did I manage to press on? To move forward and live this sad excuse of a life?..

I suddenly began to smile softly to myself, realizing that I had survived. I had managed to live through the loneliness, through the boring and tiring days living on the warship, of being treated like an emotionless drone. Well, that's what I was supposed to be, but I wasn't. I never was and I never will be, the only things I share in common with vehicons is their looks and voices. That's it. Other than that, we are entirely different.

The area around me suddenly began to turn white, the images surrounding me disappearing as I was suddenly sucked into a black vortex filled with multi-coloured neon lights flying past me as I flew to an unknown destination.

I then suddenly woke up, my optics shooting open and brightening as I began to vent heavily. I had remained in the exact same position as I had been when Commander Shockwave placed the wire in my helm. My visor brightened as I turned my helm to look at him, seeing him standing at the computers, remaining completely still.

I watched him for a moment, seeing his servo hovering over the keyboard but not touching it. I felt somewhat confused, he seemed uneasy. I sat up slowly, rubbing my helm gently as I realized that the wire to cortical psychic patch was still in my helm. I decided that I would leave it alone until he removed it, I didn't want to do something wrong and completely mess up my processor.

I was very glad that not only did the procedure not kill me, but it ended really quickly. As it should, it was the ultimate hacker of any Cybertronian mind. It didn't matter who you were, there was no firewall that could block it.

It would break past it and hack into the processor in mere kilks, taking all the data that was required. Although my mind was actually very basic compared to others, considering I am a vehicon and I am supposed to be a drone, so I wouldn't stand a chance against the cortical psychic patch. It truly was amazing, and only a mech such as Commander Shockwave could create such a device. Actually, only Commander Shockwave could create such a device, no one else.

I gazed at Commander Shockwave, still unsure of what to say to him. "Commander Shockwave?.." I questioned him, not wishing to bother him by bursting with questions of whether he received the information he required and whatnot.

His antennae twitched once he heard my voice and he turned his helm around a little, but he still wasn't looking directly at me. He remained silent and I felt my spark race, was there something wrong? I certainly hoped that nothing went wrong in my mind when the procedure was ensuing. But of course, all those thoughts were completely driven away once he finally began to speak, and never had I felt so mortified in my life when he did.

"You are...Attracted to me?"

Ooooooh. He knows. This is what happens when you let someone into your mind, David. He can see all of your deepest desires and dreams. Poor David really should have thought about it before allowing Shockwave into his mind.

Hehe, cliffhanger.~ Don't hate me!~

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