Transformers Prime *The Decepticon Femme* Optimus Love Story

Ch. 22 I'm Sorry

NightWave POV

": Hey:" I murmured softly after gently sitting up and turned to face the Autobot leader who had come to talk to me.

"How are you feeling?" He asked and came in closer. I sighed.

": Like I was just run over by a truck:" I answered, feeling worn out. He chuckled. Funny. For some reason, seeing the all-powerful Autobot leader laugh felt weird, but it also felt quite familiar. I inhaled deeply again before speaking once again.

": I'm positive you didn't just come here to ask how I was doing, so what's up?:" I questioned, folding my arms across my chest.

"How is it that you were always able to tell whenever I was hiding something or something was bothering me?" He asked, shaking his helm with a smile.

": I do not know. I suppose I was just really good at that back on Cybertron:" I replied, looking at him, who nodded.

": Even though you went through significant change after becoming Optimus Prime, I guess that deep down you will always be that gentle archivist Mech I first met back on Cybertron:" I added with a small but weak smile before looking away.

'As well as the Mech I once fell in love with' I thought to myself.

"Yeah, and that also raises the question of what exactly happened with you after the war started. I mean, why did you suddenly change your name, appearance, and behavior?" He questioned. I sighed again as I turned to face him.

": It's a complicated story. Are you certain you're prepared for it?:" I asked. He nodded, came in closer, and took a seat beside me on the medical berth that I was sitting on. I nodded back before beginning.

"I never told anybody this, but my own family forced me to be someone I wasn't back on Cybertron. Heck, until lately, after I learned the reason behind it all, I had no idea why I was being forced to be somebody else:" I started, rubbing my faceplate with my gaze looking down.

": It turns out that before I was even born my older brothers' younger, sweet sister, whom they and our Creators loved dearly, passed away from a deadly disease which had no cure. I didn't even know that she existed until just recently:" I said, letting out a laugh before my face turned back to sadness.

": And after our sister's death, our Creators were so devastated that they decided to have another sparkling, me. Sadly, our Carrier passed away while giving birth to me, but not before naming me NightWave. Our Sire started blaming me for our Carrier's death and came up with the brilliant idea to use me to take over my offline sister's place. Shortly after, I was forced to change my name, my appearance, and my behavior to replace my sister, Wavebreaker:" I explained, looking up at him and noticed a small look of surprise appear on his faceplate.

"I see. Is that why you wear the necklace with that voice? How about Soundwave and Shockwave? What were their thoughts on all of that?" He asked, placing his servo on top of mine. I sighed and nodded.

": I learned that both contributed to the decision to use me to take over our sister's place. First, they placed this necklace that potentially killed or seriously injured me on my neck in order to alter my voice box, making sure that I could never remove it. I was forced to alter my behavior and appearance to match our sister. All attempts to resist only made everything worse:" I continued and hugged myself as the memories of abuse came back to me, making me feel sick. I took a deep breath before continuing, ": I think that Shockwave felt guilty at a certain point since he stopped putting a lot of pressure on me. However, our Sire and Soundwave would constantly criticize me if I disobeyed their instructions no matter what:"

I started to tremble out of fear as the memories with my own family of the times spent on Cybertron begun to blur my thoughts, causing the walls I put up after the war began to slowly crumble down. I felt a hand on my back, and when I looked up, I saw Optimus smiling reassuringly.