Hiding amongst the mountain peaks, (Y/N) (L/N) knew she would be found at some point. Whether it would be by the Autobots, Decepticons or her past, she didn't know. It was inevitable. But she liked the solitude while it lasted.
The Decepticon TIC di...
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(Y/N) stirred to the faint sound of water being poured. Her foggy memory connected it to pleasant things, and she cracked open an optic to view the fresh stream she often heard within the confines of her cavernous home. The blue lights in her cranium adjusted to the light easily and smoothly to avoid the shock of the grow lights above the plants she had a straight view of, and it made her smile. The dark figure watering them, however, was quite foreign and it took her fogged mind a minute to register that Soundwave was watering her dear plants and she was not within her mountain home. She had expected some watering apparatus to have been constructed long ago, but this now human Cybertronian was watering the delicate leaves of a vining plant by hand.
He had apparently failed to notice she was in the waking world as the human silently uncovered herself from the thick blanket. Even as she crossed the platform, Soundwave paid her no mind, nor even showed he knew of her activity as he fluffed the flora that hung low, extending well past the shelf's edge by now with its tentacle-like vines. (Y/N) remained quiet as she delicately caressed the leaves of her apple tree. It smelled sweet and fresh, accompanied by the cooler air of the Nemesis, which made her think of the tranquility of her mountain home. It was so quiet and peaceful. She felt content, despite the presence of the often-eerie TIC.
She barely registered him as he turned, the jolt of water inside the clearly home-made watering can revealing that she had startled him. The idea amused her, and frustrated Soundwave.
For several minutes she only examined the greenery and light color that dotted the different plants. She inspected them for bugs or disease, as was her lost routine she had come to enjoy. Her silence was welcome, and preoccupation intriguing to the still human Decepticon. He watched her fiddle with a dead leaf before pulling it off and searching for more, having to tuck a strand of (H/C) locks from her energon blue orbs. It had grown quite a bit since they first met, and Soundwave was sure it was becoming a nuisance for the woman. Yet she continued to keep her wants quite locked up, and more than likely for good reason.
Since she did not bother to speak with him, Soundwave continued his small enjoyment. He planned on recharging after it was done, as Megatron had commanded earlier. The lithe mech did not feel he needed it, but an order was an order. As far as they knew, the Autobots did not hold the Iacon Database in their files still, so perhaps there was not as much of a race to keep ahead of their enemy. It did not please the TIC by any amount to halt his work, no matter what reasoning anyone could come up with. Besides, now that (Y/N) was staying in his quarters, she would more than likely take responsibility to watch over her food supply.
He couldn't help but feel a little saddened at the idea.
"Your research has paid off." (Y/N) began, earning the darkly clad man's attention as he finished watering the carrots. "I'm impressed with the care and time put into my plants. I will admit, I missed them."
The sentiment towards the non-sentient life that had taken over Soundwave's shelf was quite odd to him, but he realized he also would have missed the trivial pleasure of nurturing something if he had to throw it all away. He didn't think he would care, but if the occasion arose, he'd throw it out, nonetheless. Just like (Y/N) thought she did. It had been unfortunate to her, collateral damage caught in the wake of her new life. Soundwave found just how much they meant to her after finding dried secretions of tears left on the shelf, wiped hastily away by a sewn boot, but the evidence of her salty leaking was there. She had been relieved to find her beloved flora alive and well taken care of when he revealed them to her.
:Like if we found Ratbat again,: Laserbeak noted, feeling his master's thoughts, :and the others. Her plants are to her as Ravage was to us.:
:As they all were.: Soundwave plucked at their bond as he agreed with Laserbeak's deductions.
This led him to think of their connection. (Y/N) had her plants long before Soundwave so rudely interrupted her tranquil life, and in that time, they became her world, the only thing she nurtured. Soundwave had his numerous Minicons, and they had become the only ones he nurtured, they were his world. In other words, the connection of a shared or similar life was both construed yet synched and showed signs of appearing long before Soundwave found her. But that wasn't possible.
Primus wouldn't be so cruel as to bring their fates together so early on, before either of them could do anything about it, could he? The wave of energy from the Matrix couldn't be the solidifying of that bond. To be connected to a human, a weak, squishable human, would be a large disadvantage. Not to mention dangerous. His position could very well be compromised.
"Soundwave." (Y/N)'s voice pulled him from his frozen stance, and the mech realized his watering can had run dry, and the pot was overflowing. This was a sign of overthinking, he believed, and distraction.
He blinked behind the dark glasses that hid his eyes, black and white appearance a stark contrast to the golden light that illuminated the green and softened the purple of the Nemesis walls. He stared at the overflowing water that still pooled onto the floor, barely registering the gentle hand that took the watering can away from his much larger grip. His 8-foot self looked down at the femme who had registered his loss of awareness yet said nothing. She simply placed the tool back in its place and cleaned up the water that threatened to spill over the edge of the shelf. She wrung out the towel back into the watering can in an attempt to save the liquid, but most of it would dry out into the air as she hung the rag to drip. She then cleaned the pot that had overflowed, dusting the leaves off as well before looking to Soundwave.
She said nothing, still, only staring at him with gentle but blank optics. It was the first time she was able to properly see his human form. The only color on his holographic self was the purple Decepticon insignia, as she had observed on her mountain, on his bandana covering half his face. Something about the lack of color and mysterious attire made her curiosity spark, shown only by the lingering stare into his face, void of emotion.
What did he look like behind that mask?
"You should rest." She told him. "If we are living a synchronized life, then you are caring for the plants before doing just that."
His head tilted.
"I will care for what's left." (Y/N) assured, pushing his arm down which had still been held as if he were holding the watering can, bent and unmoving. "Please, for performance's sake."
Soundwave did not feel reluctant to deactivate his human form, but he felt something. He just couldn't rightly place it. His true form came back online with the disappearance of his human projection, displayed on the berth, and he looked to the shelf behind him, watching as (Y/N) nodded to him and continued to care for the assorted flora. Even Laserbeak could not sort out this strange pluck at his spark when the mech consulted his friend. He flexed the arm she had touched, though an indirect and unfelt gesture.
What was she doing to him?
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