When Silence Is Loudest chapter 7
The first thing Megatron noticed was the thick-framed gladiator.
Then he saw the older sparkling he was cradling (that looked very much like Soundwave).
Finally he saw the femme beside the gladiator, her frame delicate compared to his.
'An archivist!' he realized.
And judging how cozy they were (and the sparkling version of Soundwave) this was an inter-caste affair.
Not all inter-caste relationships were illegal. Archivists were not a particularly high caste, but high enough that relationships with gladiators was forbidden.
Quite frankly, Megatron wasn't surprised that Soundwave was born from a relationship from a gladiator and archivist. It explained his former 'brawn' and fighting skills; and intellect.
He wondered why he hasn't thought of it before.
He couldn't tell where they were, it was like that piece of information wasn't important enough to remember.
The gladiator gently rocked the sparkling while the archivist read a datapad.
"Want to trade?" she softly asked.
"Sure, why not? I think little Soundwave here would love to held by his sire for a while."
The gladiator carefully handed the sparkling to the femme, while he grabbed the datapad.
"You're such a romantic Microwave." The mech grinned as he read over the words.
"Oh, don't pretend you're not, Soundbarrier." The femme snarked right back.
"Disobedient femme."
"Naughty mech. Do I have to punish you?" he said seductively.
Megatron took a step back, unable to keep the repulsion from his face.
The last thing he needed was the thought of Soundwave's parents interfacing.
Finally sparkling Soundwave woke up. He was quiet, but his little blue and red optics (They were naturally that way?) had none of the careful analyzing his adult self had.
How adorable!
"Quiet little thing, isn't he?" Soundbarrier stated.
"He gets that from me. Primus knows you're extremely loud."
Megatron got the childish urge to cover his audials.
Now he knew where Soundwave got his pervertedness.
The sparkling made a gurgling noise, almost something similar to a giggle, and both parents smiled before the femme placed a quick kiss on the sparkling's cheek and the mech's cheek.
The scene began to distort, the sound faded, and darkness took its place.
Then the color replaced the darkness once again.
The settling of the next scene was just as distorting as the first time.
There was Soundbarrier and Microwave again, and slightly older Soundwave.
The location was blurred again, so he easily focused on the small family.
The almost youngling was placed between both parents while the archivist pointed to certain words and Soundwave repeated them.
Of course he's advanced in reading.
"And that's out little spy!" the gladiator downright squealed.
'Oh Primus.'
If adult Soundwave was here, Megatron was sure he'd be so embarrassed.
"He gets it from you." The mech said to the femme while he placed a kiss on her lips.
"Carrier! Sire!" little Soundwave said with a little scowl on his young face.
He has to stop being this adorable this moment or Megatron will end up doing embarrassing.
He wondered what happened to them. He would've liked to meet them.
This time he couldn't help but smile.
Megatron was glad he had happy memories.
Soundwave was a very private Cybertronian. And he did not like talking about his past. If he doesn't want to talk about; it doesn't get talked about.
Not that he's asked.
Megatron didn't like looking at the past. His eyes has firmly been set on the future (and how to change it) since he was a nameless miner.
This almost felt like an intrusion of privacy. But he had to.
Soundwave would never give up on him. Why wouldn't he do the same?