Transformers: Oneshots [Test Drive]

Betrayal || Soundwave X femme (tfp specific)

Y/n = Your name || N/n = Your nickname || M/c = Main color || S/c = Secondary/other colors || O/c = Optic color || F/n = Friend name

Setting: Middle of Prime, on Earth
Other: Not a romantic story. Technically is the same character/story as in every other oneshot except, "More than Friends," with Knockout.

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     I sat on the edge of a cliff, somewhere out in one of the many deserts of the west. I watched the sun rise. Years ago, before Megatron came back, I sat right here.

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     ~Flashback

     I watched the sun rise, when I heard heavy steps behind me. I froze, taken off-guard. Was it an autobot? The steps were too large to be of human origin, and the decepticons were somewhere on the nemesis - awaiting Megatron's return. I had spent the past three years wandering earth, under the mask of a military jet.

     The human who piloted me may or may not know about me. And we may or may not be friends. But that's not the point. Point is, I wasn't about to stay with the decepticons with Starscream in charge.

     Back to the present, I spun around, servos transforming into swords. I relaxed when I saw who it was. Soundwave, accompanied by Lazerbeak, was emerging from the trees. He played a recording of Megatron's voice: "It is time for Y/n to come back," I transformed my blades back to servos.

"Megatron's back?"

Soundwave nodded.

I narrowed my optics behind my faceguard. "And what does he have to say about me leaving the last three years?"

"Shut it Starscream! Y/n has not abandoned the decepticons, only you, for she has one master. Me. But trust me...should she leave under my rule, the consequences will not be pleasant," the recording stopped.

I slightly shuddered at the sound of the warlords voice. But it was also nice to know he was back.

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~The present

It had been a little over a year since then. I hadn't realized just how much I had grown to care for humans over those three years. I became a decepticon to fight for my own freedom, and to take revenge on those who took it. Not to kill an entire separate species, who has nothing to do with us. And so...I left.

As I was lost in thought, watching the stars appear, I heard pedesteps. Almost identical to a year ago I spun around, blades ready. Soundwave and Lazerbeak stepped out of the bushes. Only this time, I didn't relax. And Soundwave was far from friendly. His servos were clenched, and a question mark was on his visor.

"I'm not coming back. Not anytime soon at least."

Soundwave simply emphasized the question mark.

I paused. Soundwave and I had been some of the last true Megatron loyalists. We weren't exactly friends, but previously we had a mutual appreciation for the other. Soundwave would want to know why I betrayed him, and more importantly; betrayed Megatron.

But thinking about the blind loyalism just pissed me off. "You've got bolts for brains," I took a step forward, "all that loyalty and for what? Megatron hasn't gotten us anywhere in countless millennias. We wanted peace on our home world, and all we got was an eviction notice from our own planet-"

I felt a punch across my faceplates, and I stumbled to the side: wiping energon from my derma. I looked back at Soundwave, who was back in his normal stance; as if he hadn't moved. I was in a sour mood. It's been a while since I fought somebody.

"Of course you don't get it, you've gotten it into that thick helm of yours that Megatron can do no wrong," I lifted my arms up dramatically, "He's a saint! Megatronus the-should-be-Prime. The mech who would deliver us all out of slavery, leading us to a bright new world. Peace through tyranny."

Soundwave ejected his tentacle-like appendages, grabbing me and slamming me against a tree. I grunted, but didn't fight back. As usual, I was quick to realize that my original justification wasn't true to what I felt at all. I don't want a fight. I just want someone to yell at. That shouldn't have to be Soundwave.

I looked into Soundwave's visor. Does he really believe all that? Or, somewhere deep in his spark, does he realize that Megatron has played us all for fools?

I retracted my faceguard.

"Just offline me already. I've abandoned my faction. Abandoned my only friends," if you can call them that, "I deserve it. I've dedicated my life to Megatron, and I gave up on that. Gave up on my life. You haven't. You deserve to be the one who offlines me."

Soundwave slowly retracted the appendages. What was he thinking? Did I reach through to him somehow? Or did he not want to give me the honor of offlining at his servos? Or does he not want to offline a foe who won't fight back?

I dropped my helm. What was this feeling? I had never been in touch with them. I actively avoided them. But as Soundwave and I stood in silence, a quiet remorse settled over the clearing, as the stars lit the sky, the sun long gone. The silent communications officer and I had fought side by side for centuries. He was the only mech I've ever seen truly change from a high-caste prick, to a low-caste freedom fighter. We were the strongest advocates for Megatron, never leaving his side, and using each other as support to know we weren't alone in our beliefs.

With me choosing to leave the decepticons, all of that would be no more. Maybe I had made a friend during the war. And I'm the one ending it. Again. I turned my helm away.

"Look...after this, we are enemies. But I need to say...thank you. And I'm sorry. If you ever need anything, I have no doubt you'll find me. I may not like Megatron anymore, but I'll always be a decepticon in my spark."

I turned and left. To others such as the autobots, being a decepticon meant nothing but bad. But to Soundwave and I, a couple of the few originals, being a decepticon is a badge signifying peace.

Peace...through tyranny.