Soundwave and Hot-Rod have had a strained relationship even before the war started. And now that the Quintessons have taken over Cybertron the two must set aside old relations and help each other.
Something is wrong.
Terrible wrong.
The trio stood outside on a balcony. Bee's wings were open wide whereas Soundwave's wings were curled up to his side.
Hotrod leaned on Soundwave's arm in pain, Soundwave's spear to his vocals.
"Now!" Bee chuckled. "This is what I'm working with!"
He waved his hand out to the vast ruins of Iacon city, a cruel smile drifting across his face plate. Soundwave gave Hotrod a little nudge, telling him to wake up basically.
Hotrod growled, flames spitting from his mouth, even his optics twisted a sickly color of pure flame.
Bee saw this and looked him in optics with questions. "Oo~ what's this now? You have fire power? Oh now......"
Bumblebee clasped his hand under Hotrod's chin, pulling him down to inspect him with his blazing green optics. He smiled cruelly once more. He lifted a claw and brought it down to Hotrod's voice box.
"Now, I'm going to assume, every time you get that feeling of Fire, it comes from in here?" Bee asked, his claws tracing Hotrod's neck and vocal area.
Hotrod growled, leaning out of his touch unhappily.
"Hold still, I'm gonna make you feel my pain...." Bee giggled, gripping Hotrod's neck.
That's when Hotrod snapped. Flames erupted in Bee's face, sending the small boy to the ground as he screamed and brushed his claws along his face to snuff out the flames.
Soundwave didn't do anything to help his master, he just stood to the side, his wings blocking the only exit that wouldn't get him killed. Hotrod snarled at Soundwave, taking a few steps to the blue mech.
"Out of my way...." He growled, flames bursting from his exhaust.
Soundwave stood there motionless, empty green optics narrowing. Hotrod held his stance, his servo clenching as he growled gently.
Soundwave stood still a moment more before disappearing into the air.
"What the frag...." Hotrod backed up, taking steps away from the already wounded Bumblebee. Bee was lying on the ground, covering his optics like they burnt.
Hotrod looked around a moment more, still no sign of Soundwave.
He turned and bolted for the exit on shaky legs. He felt a strong and heavy servo clasp around his wrist, tugging him back out onto the balcony.
Hotrod didn't need to see who it was.
"Let go of me!"
Flames burst from under his panels, scorching the mech behind him. The mech didn't make a sound, just pulled him closer, easing his sharp claws to Hotrod's throat
Hotrod snarled, kicking his legs back to try and take o ur the other bot.
The mech slammed Hotrod onto the ground, Hotrod let out a pained groan of desperation as he flipped over to face the mech again.
Soundwave growled, giant blue wings curling up around him and blocking any path of escape. He stabbed his spear into Hotrod's shoulder, pushing him towards the edge of the balcony.
Soundwave's blazing green optics reminded Hotrod how weak he was to him, how he could never fight back against the blue mech for one simple reason.
He knew his reason now, unlike before.
Love. He had to fall in love with the very bot that could kill him.
Soundwave dropped to his knees beside Hotrod, easing his spear out of his panels and aiming for Hotrod's spark. Hotrod growled, flames bursting from his mouth again, tendrils of hot flame flicking around his faceplate.
He couldn't bring himself to hurt Soundwave just as badly as he hurt his own brother.
Soundwave brought down the spear, stabbing down into Hotrod's chest, slowly grinding its way into Hotrod's spark chamber.
"Fuckin'.......Soundwave, take care of the trash, I'll raise Cybertron and that blasted Titan!" Bumblebee yelped, waving his hands around as he tried to find something to balance on.
Hotrod grit his teeth at the feeling of a weapon so close to his spark. He saw Bee stumbling for the exit, noticing his green optics were dull.
Once Bee left, Soundwave pulled the spear out, like he was just trying to make Hotrod's life a living hell.
"S-Soundwave......." Hotrod whimpered out in pain, bringing a servo up to lay it against the side of Soundwave's faceplate.
Soundwave's optics flickered and he dropped the spear. From green to pink then back to green. Hotrod smiled painfully, gently rubbing him thumb against Soundwave's cheek.
That was all it took..
Soundwave's optics were back to their lovely blue and pink, just what Hotrod loved, well, one of the many things he loved about Soundwave.
"H-Hotrod......" Soundwave murmured, easing his servo and pressing it against Hotrod's wounds, in an attempt to slow his bleeding.
"I-I'm so sorry, I— I can fix it— I...." Soundwave panicked, feeling Hotrod's servo slip off his face.
Hotrod gave him a dry smile, optics flickering. "N-no no no no!" Soundwave whimpered, trying to summon the Protocols.
