Frequencies of The Heart (Soundwave x Reader)

Captive Silence

The nights in the cave were colder now. You could hear the distant howls of Cybertronian winds cutting through the stillness as you sat by Soundwave's side, both of you too drained to talk. The scavenging trips had taken a toll, and the weight of the war loomed ever larger with each passing day.

You rested against the wall, optics dimmed as exhaustion settled over your frame. Soundwave was nearby, in the deepest part of the cave, his visor flickering softly as his systems entered their recharge cycle. Even in his weakened state, there was a strange sense of comfort knowing he was still there, his presence like a quiet hum beneath the surface of everything.

You tried to rest, tried to let your mind slip into the peaceful blankness that recharge brought, but sleep had never come easily to you—not since the transformation. Your thoughts were always too loud, too jumbled, too full of doubt and questions you couldn't answer.

You stared out toward the entrance of the cave, the moonlight casting long shadows on the rocky ground outside. The war felt far away in these moments, a distant nightmare that you could almost pretend wasn't real. Almost.

A soft sound stirred your senses—too quiet to be noticed at first, but now growing louder. You tensed, your optics snapping to full alertness as you scanned the area. Something wasn't right. The stillness outside wasn't natural; it was too quiet, too deliberate.

You moved cautiously toward the entrance, your jaguar instincts kicking in as you shifted into a low, stalking stance. Your optics swept the perimeter, searching for anything out of place. But before you could even react, a blast of blue energy hit you square in the chest.

The shockwave sent you crashing backward, your systems scrambling to process the sudden attack. You gasped, your body convulsing as your systems struggled to stay online. The edges of your vision blurred as several figures moved into view, their silhouettes unmistakable.

Autobots.

Before you could even try to transform, something cold and metallic clamped around your wrists and legs. You writhed against the restraints, panic rising in your core as you struggled to break free. But the Autobots were prepared. They were always prepared.

A familiar voice cut through the chaos—sharp, commanding, and far too calm for your liking. "Well, well, look what we've found."

You looked up, glaring at the figure in front of you. It was Prowl, his optics cold and calculating as he stood over you, his weapon still aimed at your chest.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a Decepticon," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Or something close enough."

You bared your teeth, instinctively trying to fight back, but the restraints held firm. Your frame was too weak from exhaustion, your systems still reeling from the initial blast. You couldn't move, couldn't fight, and the Autobots knew it.

Prowl signaled to his team, and two more Autobots appeared at his side—Ironhide and Bumblebee. They wasted no time, hoisting you up roughly, your limbs still bound as they dragged you toward their transport.

"Where's the other one?" Prowl asked, his optics scanning the cave.

You froze. Soundwave.

The Autobots hadn't found him yet. He was still deeper in the cave, still in recharge. You had to keep quiet, had to distract them somehow.

"Just me," you said through gritted teeth, forcing a defiant smirk onto your face. "Soundwave left me here to rot."

Prowl raised an optic ridge, clearly skeptical, but didn't push further. "We'll see about that."

You could only hope that Soundwave stayed hidden, that he wouldn't come after you in his weakened state. The thought of him being captured too made your spark lurch with fear, but there was nothing you could do now. The Autobots had you, and there was no escape.

They dragged you onto their transport, securing you tightly as the ship's engines roared to life. The restraints bit into your metal skin, cold and unyielding, a constant reminder of your helplessness. The feeling of disconnection you had been wrestling with over the past few weeks returned, heavier than ever. This body wasn't your own, and now you were a prisoner, trapped in a war you never wanted to fight.

As the ship took off, you stared out the viewport, your optics scanning the dark landscape below. The cave where Soundwave still lay hidden faded into the distance, and you felt a gnawing sense of dread settle in your chest.

What would the Autobots do to you? Would they even bother keeping you alive? You weren't exactly one of them, but you weren't fully Decepticon either. A human mind in a Cybertronian body—an anomaly, a curiosity. Would they dissect you? Study you? Or just dispose of you as another casualty of war?

The thoughts spiraled, pulling you deeper into the darkness of your own mind. You hadn't felt this kind of fear since the transformation, and it was paralyzing. The war, your body, everything was closing in on you, suffocating under the weight of it all.

But then, something cut through the haze of your panic—a sound. A familiar frequency, faint but unmistakable, pinging through your internal systems.

It was him. Soundwave.

He was coming for you.

The realization hit you like a shockwave, both terrifying and comforting in equal measure. He had found you, and he wasn't going to let the Autobots take you without a fight.

The ship lurched suddenly, the sound of weapons fire rattling the hull. The Autobots scrambled to respond, their voices a cacophony of urgency and confusion as the attack intensified. You strained against your restraints, trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening outside.

And then, through the haze of battle, you saw him.

Soundwave.

He was flying alongside the ship, his form sleek and powerful even in his damaged state. His visor burned with an intensity you hadn't seen in weeks, and for a moment, everything else faded away. He was here. He had come for you.

The Autobots' transport dipped and swerved as Soundwave fired again, his attacks precise and relentless. But the ship wasn't going down easily. They returned fire, and you watched in horror as one of the blasts clipped Soundwave's wing, sending him spiraling out of control.

Your spark clenched in fear as you watched him struggle to regain his balance, the ship pulling away as he faltered. The Autobots shouted orders, their attention focused entirely on the battle now.

But even as the ship sped away, you couldn't tear your optics away from Soundwave's form, shrinking in the distance. He was hurt, but he wasn't stopping. He would come for you again, you were sure of it.

And as the darkness of space swallowed the ship, the only thought that kept you grounded was the fact that Soundwave hadn't given up. He wouldn't give up on you.

Not yet.