Author's Note: I researched different names of the shades of brown and found Rafs. -Shrugs- It happened. Now Im going to try to call all colors by their correct shade. A special thanks to thegirlwhothinksultronsheadshouldbemoreantlike. Your help with ideas is awesome. A super special thanks to theladywhoissuperepicatandiskindenoughtoeditmystory, with out her everything about this story would be messed up. Thanks for the helpful reviews. Especially yours Kiseopple.

In response to the review about the Shadowzone from a guest, that's really nice of you for thinking the story will get that far. I have disscussed this idea with thegirlwhothinksultronsheadshouldbemoreantlike and have no definate ideas about it. I dont have any about anything really. Sorry about this note's length. I don't own TF:P. If I did Soundwave and Raf would have interacted more.

The computer screen slowly whirs to life after several hours of rest. Raf taps the keyboard impatiently, wishing his computer would reboot faster. Gently yawning, Raf leans back in his seat. With his stomach still full and warm from pancakes, his eyes struggle to stay open, generously weighted by the late bedtime of the previous night. Raf fights to stay awake and alert. A soon as the computer loads, he logs onto the chat website. He slips into a chat room, right as the world starts to blur heavily. Raf rubs his face furiously , pushing down his weariness as he spots the familiar username.

'Yes. He's online. Wait, am I even sure that Hack is a guy?'

Raf thinks back to all the conversations that he has had with the other hacker and realizes that, no, he had never discovered the gender of Hack. Curiosity burns back a little of the tiredness, allowing Raf to focus on the computer screen and on the keyboard.

-We know very little about each other, do we Hack?-

-Yes. Why? Are you asking to find out more?-

-Uh...Yes. But not to much, you know with this being the internet and all.-

Raf bites back a yawn, scrunching up his tired eyes. He runs a hand through his gravity defying caramel and gingerbread brown hair, sighing softly.

-I see. What do we need to know about each other?-

-Some general stuff like gender, what country we are in, favorite color and favorite food. I think all of those are pretty noninvasive questions, Hack. What do you think?-

-They are. I'll go first. Male, USA, purple and I have none.-

-Male, USA,yellow and chimichangas. How can you not have a favorite food?-

-I don't typically care about what my food is as long as it fills me.-

-Thats really intriguing.-

After typing in the reply, everything goes black for Raf. His face falls onto the keyboard, smashing keys down. A soft sigh escapes him as his glasses slowly begin to slide off his face. A few seconds later a gentle snore rolls out from his message comes through from Hack, but is completely unnoticed by the sleeping boy.

-Soundwave, Decepticon-

Soundwave stares at his screen, feeling worried about the human on the other side. He had not answered his last message yet, and it has been over four klicks. Normally Raf would have responded by now. His servos freeze over the terminal as a horrifying thought enters his processor.

'What if Raf has died somehow?'

Harshly, Soundwave pushes away the thought, frowning at himself for jumping to such crazy conclusions like a youngling. He steps back mentally and begins analyzing the situation, to see what he could do. The lack of options starts a spark of anger inside of Soundwave. He curls his servos into fists and waits patiently for Raf to get back on, ignoring his earlier rushed thought of Raf being dead. Another five klicks of Soundwave patiently waiting with his anger and worry slowly growing, a message from Raf enters the screen. The sight of it sends waves of relief through the mech. A few joints that he had not noticed lock become unlocked with the comfort of knowing that Raf is still out there. Slowly Soundwave reads the message, revealing in the reassurance the message gave him.

-Sorry. I fell asleep on my computer. Now I have keys imprinted on the side of my face! Sigh.-

'Fell asleep on the computer? Perhaps Raf doesn't need to be kept up so late. I would not want to cause damage to his central processor.'

-Next time I will not keep you up so late.-

-Aw, come on Hack! It was a Friday night, the only time I'm able to stay up really late.-

-You need to sleep to function properly.-

-Sleeps overrated.-

Behind his mask soundwave narrows one optic, making his face look like a humans when one eyebrow is razed. He looks doubtfully at the others comment.

-Really Raf?-

-...No...Sleeps not overrated..-

-Ever one has to sleep, even you Raf.-

A slight grin works its way onto Soundwaves faces faceplates. This is advice often he often got from Lazerbeak when he spent too long on a terminal. Often she would pester him until he went to his berth and settled in for a recharge.

-Yeah I know. But I like staying up really late, it makes me feel in control.-

- In control of what?-

Soundwave feels his attention get dragged away from hack to the Pentagon file. He had been sifting through their network trying to find the file. When he had found it, he proceeded in hacking it. Now he is finally past the last layer of encryption around the files and the data from the file is spilling into his processor like water freed from a dam. Quickly, Soundwave runs through the info, plucking out the bits that are most important to the Decepticon cause. He had been right in thinking that the file is about the Autobots. Sadly, it did not reveal the location of their base. Briskly Soundwave returns to the conversation he is having with Raf. Scanning the response sent to him by Raf, Soundwave readies his reply.

-I feel in control of my life Hack.-

-Are you not in control any ways Raf?-

-Not always.-

Soundwave is confused, quietly staring at his screen. What could possibly mean, unless….

-You are a minor.-

-Um. No comment.-

-Rafael, Human-

Raf blushes as he looks at the screen, worrying that he has revealed too much to the other hacker. He shifts in his rolling chair, slightly nervous. Dealing with people on the internet can be tricky business. Especially considering the fact that Hack is a really good hacker. Pausing, Raf considers the very real fact that Hack could have hacked his system and found out everything about him. The thought increases Raf's feelings of nervousness. He breathes deeply, calming himself down. Silently, he looks up at the solar system poster that hangs over his desk. Raf leans back in his chair, rubbing his eyes

-We can stop this line of conversation if you want Raf.-

-Yes,let's.-

Relief flows gently through Rafs systems, causing him to sigh. The two hackers start chatting about other topics, ignoring the route the conversation had previously been going in. the talk about the most recent developments in computer technology. Raff gushe over the newest Apple laptop, excitedly chatting with Hack about all the awesome features. Happily, Raf discovers that Hack enjoys keeping up with all the newest tech out there. Hours later, when the sun has long been set beyond the horizon, Raf is forced to log off. He apologizes to his online friend and promises to get on in the morning.

-No.-

Raf looks at the screen, blinking at his screen in confusion.

-Why not?-

-You need to sleep more. Get on in the afternoon, after you are truly awake. I don't want to deal with another situation like the one earlier when you fell asleep. -

-Fine, but I never thought you would be such a worrier Hack.-

-You caused the situation that was the source of the worry.-

-I'm sorry about that Hack. I really need to get off now. Bye-

-The Universe, Out there-

A week passes with the two hackers meeting up every afternoon on the net. Both are pleased with the new excitement it adds to their lives. Soundwave finally has something interesting to look forward to in his boring existence of hacking overly simple human systems. Raf has at last found a friend who appreciates his skills and can relate to the things he talks about. Every night Soundwave strictly forces Raf to log on at a certain time to ensure that he gets enough sleep. He also makes sure Raf goes out with his model car after finding out that Raf had stopped racing it just to talk to him. Even though these measures makes there be less time for both to converse, Soundwave knows Raf needs them. To stay indoors and not get a lot of sleep is not healthy for a human; at least that's what the medical sites say. Raf is able to wheedle his friend into letting him stay up late on Friday night in exchange for a hacking challenge. Soundwave accepts Rafs offer, enjoying the challenge fully.

The next few weeks follow in the same pattern, with conversations riding through a variety of topics. Most where technical conversations where both beings suggested better ways of hacking and defending network systems to each other. Sometimes Raf would ask for advice on how to make his model car faster or more maneuverable. Sometimes Soundwave would ask what places Raf has hacked recently. Both gain confidence and trust in the other. Eventually, Raf accidentally lets it slip that he's in high school. It takes a day or so to talk normally to Soundwave again. But after that little incident, nothing has shaken the two's friendship.

Raf's mother finds out about the friendship and encourages it, after warning her baby the dangers of people on the internet, of course.

"Don't believe everything this other boy is telling you. I don't want you to be hurt by him. Tell me if he ever says something mean to you and I'll rip him apart!"

Raf's mom is glad and slightly impressed by the bedtime put in place by her son's new friend. She is pleased that the other boy cared for her son's health. Raf is completely embarrassed when his mother uses his account to talk directly to Hack. Warning him of swift revenge, should he ever cause harm to her baby boy. Soundwave saves the message and stores it with all the other messages from his many conversations with Raf. He finds it interesting that Raf's mother has gotten involved and is so protective of her son.