Soundwave was sitting over the edge of his fathers berth, silently waiting for the warlord to come from ringing Starscream out, Soundwave felt quite pathetic at the moment, he could have kicked Starscream's aft if he wasn't vulnerable, because of his position, or vulnerable because his main weapons were offlined.

"How are you feeling?" Megatron's spoke soft and low, as his heavy footsteps entered his chambers.

"Fine... I could have kicked his aft, if he didn't hurt earlier today!" Soundwave scoffed, as Megatron sat next to him on the large berth.

Megatron gave a small chuckled at his youngling, who lifted his helm and stared. "I'm sure you would have" Megatron sighed with a smile, patting his youngling on the helm.

"You don't think so!?" Soundwave growled, twisting to face his father, only to have a wave of pain course through him from his stomach.

Megatron winced at the site of Soundwave clenching his stomach in pain. "Don't get so tense, of course I believe you could, you are my son after all, you will get your chance soon enough, we do defeat Starscream quite efficiently" Megatron crooned, as his smirk grew.

"Yep..." Soundwave sighed, releasing his grip on his stomach, slowly sitting back straight up.

"You may lay down if you feel less pain that way" Megatron suggested, gesturing the youngling to lay down.

"I shouldn't even be sitting on your berth, it's a violation" Soundwave shook his helm, getting up to his peds, slowly standing up straight.

Megatron snorted. "Nonsence Soundwave, if it were anyone else yes, but you have the exception, you being my own metal and blood" Megatron said, escorting Soundwave back onto the berth.

"Sure..." Soundwave sighed, sitting back down, it was silent for a couple brief moments before Megatron broke the silence.

"Soundwave?, may I ask you a question?" Megatron asked, looking to the ground.

Soundwave froze for a moment, before answering his liege. "...um... sure..." Soundwave nervously replied, not really wanting to hear or answer the question about to be asked.

Megatron cleared his throat before saying a word, turning to the youngling beside him he asked. "Soundwave I do not remember what you look like, underneath your mask, it's been so long, could you just take it off, for a brief moment?" Megatron asked, feeling the fear and nervousness flooding his youngling.

Soundwave took quite a long time to reply, he had never been asked that before, he had always had the fear of someone asking him to, but most of the cons just made fun of him for wearing it, and he didn't mind that much, as long as he didn't have to expose himself. "...K..." Soundwave replied bearly at a whisper, he was so quiet, Megatron was not only his father, but his leader, and if he ordered him to do something he would do it, with out question.

Soundwave slowly, timidly, reached up, and placed his servos over his visor, and waited for the hiss of the sealed locks, that held it there, to click undone, as that happened the visor was removed.

Megatron watched as the visor came into the younglings lap, Megatron looked at the shiney smooth gunmetal grey pristine face plate, two violet lit lines ran from the cheek to the spy's chin, the warlord looked and saw that the youngling had his optics shut tightly.

Soundwave had not had his visor off, in forever, the only time he didn't have it on, was when he was born, hesitantly he opened his optics, the light from the room stung, as his optics dilated, too adjust to the lighting, after that was done he focused his vision on his father, who stared in awe.

Megatron was staring at the younglings youthful, neverbefore seen optics, such an unusual mixture of colours the younglings optics were.

Soundwave tilted his helm, never seeing the surprised expression like that on his fathers face before, was something wrong with him, did he dissaprove of his looks, Soundwave began to panick, wanting to put his visor back on, Soundwave didn't even know what he looked like.

Megatron watched those intensilly staring optics, their colour was most amazing, nothing any Cybertronian has seen before, picking an optic to examine, Megatron stared at the younglings left optic, the younglings sclera was blood red as of the warlords own, and the iris of the youngling was royal blue on the left side of the iris, on the right side of the iris it ran into sky blue, and the pupil of the youngling was blood red on the left, running into cyan blue, on the right of the pupil, both of the younglings optics, blazed with the unique multi coloured, colour scheme.

"I look really bad don't I..." Soundwave sighed lifting his mask back up, only to have Megatron halt his arms from lifting the visor higher.

"Soundwave, your optics, they, they're incredible, I've never seen anything like them before, no one has!" Megatron spoke excitedly, still watching the unique glowing optics.

"I don't understand, aren't they red like everyone elses?" Soundwave questioned, as a confused gaze grew on his face.

"No!" Megatron shook his helm, continuing the locked gaze on the optics.

"What?" Soundwave tilted his helm, still confused.

Megatron sighed and grabbed the visor from Soundwave's servos, and held it up infront of the youngling, Soundwave gasped at the site his own face, he didn't know what to think, he thought his optics were odd, as Megatron continued to stare in awe.

"Is this what you see everytime you talk to me, geez it's like talking to yourself..." Soundwave scoffed totally off subject. "Anyway you saw my face..." Soundwave sighed, trying to take his visor back from Megatron's servo.

"Soundwave why hide this, you are so unique" the warlord asked, pulling the visor out of reach.

Soundwave sighed, starting to reget agreeing to take his visor off. "Because I do, that's why!" Soundwave rolled his optics, reaching out further for his visor.

Moving his arm further out of reach of the youngling. "Soundwave, that's not a real answer" Megatron scoffed, as Soundwave tried to reach further for his mask.

Soundwave ignored his pain from his wounds and reached further. "Can I please have it back?!" Soundwave asked in an annoyed tone, reaching out for the pitch black visor.

Putting the visor further out of reach. "Hey hey, you can have it back when I say so" Megatron cooed playfully, placing his free servo on Soundwave's chest, to hold the youngling back.

"No, dad give it back, I'm going to get it!" Soundwave whined with a small giggle, grabbing onto the massive arm holding him down, clining onto it with one of his slender servos, while reaching out with the other.

Megatron's optics lit, at hearing his youngling call him his fatherly title. "Is that so!" Megatron snorted, pushing Soundwave down onto his back with his one arm, Megatron dissaproved greatly, of playing with his youngling, but it was to hard to resist, even for him.

Megatron lightly trickled his massive claws over his youngling, creating a tickle, he recieved a shriek of laughter from his son. "Are you going to get it now?" Megatron chuckled, giving into the laughter, taking the tickling up a notch.

"Y... Yes!" Soundwave cried out with laughter, as he tried to shield himself, brining back his arm that was reaching for his mask, and using it to try and shield himself.

"I don't think you are!" Megatron cooed playfully, as he watched the multi coloured optics gleam with joy, observing a youthful smile grow on the younglings face plate.

"I think so!" Soundwave replied through giggles, as he snaked one of his tentacles out, and snatched his visor out from his masters servo, returning it to his face, hearing the seals lock tight.

Relaxing everything in his frame he halted the tickling and let the youngling collect himself, hearing Soundwave's cooling fans click on, as the youngling had had enough excutment. "Brat" Megatron pllayfully sighed, taking a breath, and taking the time to warmly smile at the withered youngling beside him.

Soundwave sighed, closing his optics, exhuasted from his long day, and the lack of recharge he had recieved the other night, letting his exhuasted fram take control, Soundwave unknowingly slipped into recharge, being to tired to get up and leave.

Megatron chuckled, shifting to face the youngling. "I geuss you won Soundwave" Megatron sighed, turning to the unmoving youngling.

"Soundwave?" the gunmetal grey warlord called, almost at a whisper, as he did a brief scan, it told him that the spy was now in a peacful recharge.

Megatron couldn't help laugh, "I knew you were tired" Megatron carefully slipped his servos under his younglings arms, tactically avoiding the deep scars on the younglings stomach, gently lifting him further onto the berth, so he completely lay on the berth recharging.

Soundwave shifted uncomfortably, to the sudden different position he was in, Megatron cringed in response to the movement, fearing that he woke his charge from his slumber.

After shifting for a brief moment, Soundwave finally got comfortable and continued his peacful recharge, letting Megatron sigh with relief, and relax.

Megatron groaned, as he looked at the pile of data pads on his desk, not wanting the pile to grow any larger, the gunmetal warlord growled and reluctantly sat at his desk and went to work. "Complaining about Starscream, and Soundwave's episodes, what a surprise..." Megatron lowly growled glancing over at the recharging form, shaking his helm and rolling his optics.