HIGH. SCHOOL. SUCKS.
When Silence Is Loudest chapter 18
"You're using the cortical psychic patch?" Soundwave guessed.
Megatron nodded.
"Why? Did I do something that requires punishment? Is there something wrong with me?"
Soundwave requiring punishment?! He gaped for a second at the very
Idea.
"You were injured. You had a protocol that was hindering your recovery. That idiot of a medic deleted everything in your head."
There. A short version of the story.
Megatron was usually so elegant with words. Now he couldn't find any to say.
"I still need to slap you when I get out of here. The protocol? Attaching your datacables by yourself? Here I thought you were intelligent!"
Soundwave stood completely impossibly (but for him not really impossible) still.
And laughed.
Megatron could not help but smile. He was fond of Soundwave's laugh. He wanted to slap himself for sounding so soft. These Autobot like feelings were really bothersome.
Soundwave's laughs turned into giggles and then died down.
His body language changed. This version of his communication officer was embarrassed!
Megatron smiled again.
"I knew the quality of medical care among Decepticons was severely lacking." Soundwave said next.
"And when were you going to tell me about this?"
"When my To-Do list shortened a little."
Oh, Primus.
"So at that rate, never." The warlord said. He didn't even realize the full extent of Soundwave's workload and he knew that it was impossible. If his was half as long as Soundwave's he'd have a nervous breakdown. And it only gets worse as time goes by. It's a wonder he has any time to refuel or sleep. Which, sometimes, he forgoes even those necessities. His Soundwave was absolutely ridiculous at times.
His mind was brought back to some of the previous memories. There was a few times that Soundwave would crash from pure exhaustion and hunger. He's lucky it hasn't caused permanent damage yet.
At that time he only had Ravage and Laserbeak to help him.
"I cannot help but think I am invading your privacy. But then again, knowing you, you would have waited until it was absolutely necessary to tell." Megatron lowly admitted. Although the second part was said with exasperated fondness.
Soundwave looked both somber and embarrassed.
"I do not have fond memories of my creators. I'm glad you do." The warlord admitted after a prolonged silence.
The echo like version of his communication officer seemed to shift in his place uncomfortably.
It was something they never talked about before. Their pasts. And Soundwave always got so awkward when talking about pasts and childhoods. And he was completely silent about his own.
"Thank you." Soundwave suddenly whispered after a few more moments of unsure silence.
There were many things he said in those two words. He never met someone who said so much with so little words. His silence was never quiet, it spoke so much and was loud. It absolutely astounded him sometimes.
But he still couldn't help but ask.
"For what?"
A pause.
"For everything."
Wasn't that vague.
"You have such a way with words, my Soundwave."
And it was true. The few words he says are so much more valuable than a lifetime's worth of words.
"Your Soundwave?"
Slag, they weren't there yet.
So Megatron, in his panic, quoted one of those human show Soundwave liked to watch.
"Spoilers."
He could feel his eyebrow raise.
"You'll get it eventually." He said smirking.
It was rare that he knew something before Soundwave did. He treasured those moments.
Soundwave huffed.
"Fine. Go invade my privacy some more." He said good-naturedly and the smirk under this mask was evident.
And Megatron just smiled.