Broken Circuit |{Reader x TFP Soundwave}|

~Ｂｌａｂｂｅｒ~

You wake up and stretch out your servos. You jump out of your berth and head towards the washroom area provided in your quarters. You wouldn't take an oil bath because you didn't have enough time. You just stared at the mirror, studying your faceplates closely for any minor dents or scratches you could easily cover over. When you fixed everything, you decided to head for the doors to get a head start on Energon supplements for the day. That's when you realized that EVERYBOT was already up and about on their day. You were very confused, considering how Starscream mentioned wake-up time was at 7. Maybe 'Cons just like to start their day bright and early. But that didn't seem like the answer here. So, you decided to ask a Vehicon walking by what time rising time ACTUALLY was.

"Hey. . .HEY! HEY, YOU!" you yelled at the unsuspecting Vehicon. He looked up and acknowledged you.

"Hi uh when is rising time usually? I don't think somebot told me the right answer," you tried to ask kindly.

"Oh, rising time is usually 6 a.m. sharp, and we start the day at 6:45. I'm heading to my post right now," he responded and walked off. Frag. It was 6:32, and you had to walk ALL the way across the ship in less than 10 minutes. Not to mention, you wouldn't be able to have ANY fuel in you for the whole day until nighttime.

'That fragging bastard was trying to get me into trouble! MY FIRST DAY WAS YESTERDAY, WHAT ON CYBERTRON COULD HE WANT WITH ME?!" you thought as you started to jog through the hallways, slowly increasing speed as time went on.

Unfortunately for you, you arrived at the main room later than expected. It was 6:50, and you hoped you wouldn't be reprimanded too bad because of it. You tried to enter in quietly, as everyone was already talking and discussing certain topics. But the door opened up loudly, causing a sound to echo through the room. Everybot turned to look at you.

"Ah ____ glad you could finally join us," Megatron spoke in a bitter tone. You got tensed, scared to see what the consequences might be.

"Sorry my lord, some bot informed me the wrong rising time and I-"

"Enough with the excuses! Since this is your first day here, I will excuse it. But next time I will not be so merciful." You vented, a wave of relief rushing over your body. You quickly got in line with the others, wondering what was even happening. At the end of the morning debriefing, everybot was assigned their duties for the day. You got to say in med-bay, which you were particularly happy with since you didn't want to go out and fight.

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The day was fairly easy. You never knew that it was possible for a bot to be so obsessed with looks, that was until you spent a day in med-bay with Knock Out. It was getting quite annoying, so you just tried to tune him out and focus on your work. That was hard to do, since your work was extremely easy.

'Ugh when on Cybertron does this shift end!' you thought to yourself as you started wrapping up the wounded soldiers hand unit. You tried to get lost in thought, thinking ABOUT EVERYTHING that has happened to you throughout your life. From the training camp, to the SH09, to even this being on this vessel. All the bots you have meet along the way. Roadturn. Thats when it hit you, your dream from last night. What in primus's name could it possibly mean? You got the part with Roadturn offlining in your servos, that was obviously to express your fear of losing someone important to you via the war. But why, why did Soundwave appear for a split second. What could that part possibly mean. Was he going to become important to you? Why? Was that a foreshadow of his offlining? As you thought on you continued to pull the wrap tighter, until a grunt from the vehicon brought you back to reality.

"Sorry, " you apologized, and sealed it up. Now that you were locked into reality, you had to listen to Knock Out blabber on and on about all sorts of beauty precautions, like paint jobs and having a buffer at all times. It made you wonder the last time you had a paint job done; it must've been about a month before the war official started.

"I am telling you ____ paint jobs are CRUCIAL. Say, maybe if you got one done and had a bit of buffering and polishing too, you wouldn't look too bad." You didn't know whether to be insulted or take it as a compliment.

"Okay. . .when does this shift end?"

"Usually at 9 for the night, but sometimes I leave earlier. Obviously, if there is an emergency then we have to extend it longer until the work is done. Being a medic is a 24 mega-cycle job whether you like it or not," he responded. That was the 1 thing you didn't like about being a doctor, having to respond at all times of the day, even if you were recharging.

It was 6 p.m. now. You didn't feel like staying in there any longer, so you thought you would take a quick "recovery" break.

"If you would excuse me, I have to go to the washroom. I'll be back in a bit."

"Do you know where it is? I can show you it if you wan-"

"That won't be necessary, I remember where it's located." You swiftly headed for the exit. If you heard the words paint and job right next to each other 1 more time you would have shot him. You were just wondering around the halls, walking in whatever direction you thought the washroom was in. You didn't really NEED to use it, you more so just wanted to see how your face plates looked and if you needed to fix them or anything. You always carried a little cover up palette with you in your subspace, even since before the war. You were quite surprised at how it was still in a pretty fair condition, even after falling into this planet from outer space with you. As you turned a corner, you accidently bumped into someone. You stumbled only a little, but quickly collected yourself.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry err. . ."

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