Frequencies of The Heart (Soundwave x Reader)

In the Crosshairs.

The Autobots' ship flew through the night, far from Soundwave now. You'd been left in the dim cargo hold, alone with nothing but the dull hum of the engines and the weight of your own thoughts. The cold metal walls of the ship felt like a prison cell, and every second that passed gnawed at you, wondering what they would do once you reached their base.

You couldn't shake the memory of Soundwave, spiraling away from the ship, injured and outnumbered. The image haunted you, twisting your fear into something sharper, more desperate. He had come for you—he had risked everything—and now you were out of his reach again.

The silence of the hold became oppressive. It gave your mind too much room to spiral, to reflect on all the ways this could end. The Autobots didn't show mercy to Decepticons, especially one as dangerous as Soundwave. And you? What were you even to them? Not fully Cybertronian, not fully human anymore—a creature caught between two worlds.

You shifted, wincing as the restraints bit into your wrists. It was strange, this body—metal where there should have been flesh, the jagged edges of your form still unfamiliar. Every movement reminded you that you were something else now, something foreign. Even in moments of stillness, you could feel it—the disconnect, the distance between your mind and this new form. It was like wearing armor you couldn't take off, a constant reminder that you weren't truly yourself anymore.

But now wasn't the time to fall apart. You forced yourself to sit up straighter, squinting through the dim lighting of the cargo hold. You weren't defenseless. Not completely. They had bound your limbs, but they hadn't stripped you of your mind or your will. And in this form, you were stronger than you had ever been as a human.

You just had to figure out how to use it.

The door to the cargo hold hissed open, and you tensed instinctively. Prowl entered first, his sharp gaze sweeping over you like you were nothing more than a piece of cargo to be cataloged.

"So," he said, his tone cold as ever, "what exactly are you? A failed experiment? Megatron's new pet project?"

You didn't respond. There wasn't anything to say. You weren't going to give them the satisfaction of an answer.

Prowl's optics narrowed. "You're in no position to play games, Decepticon."

"I'm not a Decepticon," you spat, your voice rougher than you intended. It felt strange to say the words, but they were true. You weren't loyal to the cause, not like Soundwave. You never had been.

Prowl's optics glinted with skepticism. "Then what are you? A mercenary? A spy?"

"Neither," you shot back, your fists clenching against the restraints. "I didn't ask for any of this. I'm just—"

The words caught in your throat. What were you? What did you even call yourself now? Human? Cybertronian? Something else entirely?

Prowl raised an optic ridge, clearly unimpressed. "Whatever you are, you're a liability. And if you're working with Soundwave, that makes you a threat."

You felt a surge of anger flare in your chest. "Soundwave didn't ask for this either."

Prowl gave a dismissive wave, clearly uninterested in your defense of Soundwave. "It doesn't matter. When we get to base, we'll find out everything we need to know—whether you cooperate or not."

He turned to leave, but before he could reach the door, the ship rocked violently, sending him stumbling forward. The lights flickered, and alarms blared as the ship was hit by another barrage of fire.

Your heart leapt into your throat. He had found you. Soundwave was back.

Prowl cursed under his breath, barking orders into his commlink. "All units, prepare for an attack! Soundwave's on our tail!"

The ship veered sharply, throwing you against the side of the cargo hold. You gritted your teeth, trying to brace yourself as the ship shuddered from the force of Soundwave's assault. The Autobots scrambled to retaliate, but you could feel the momentum shifting. This was his territory now. You were certain of it.

Through the chaos, you could hear the sound of metal scraping and twisting, the unmistakable screech of impact as Soundwave's ship collided with theirs. The Autobots were shouting now, their commands frantic as they tried to fight back, but you knew it was only a matter of time.

Your spark raced as the cargo hold door was blown open, the force of the blast sending debris flying in every direction. You shielded your face as best you could, the heat from the explosion washing over you as the dust settled.

And there, framed in the wreckage, stood Soundwave.

His visor blazed with a fierce light, his frame towering and battle-worn, but unyielding. You could see the dents and scorch marks from his previous encounter with the Autobots, but none of it slowed him down. His presence filled the space, a silent force of nature as he stepped inside.

Your chest tightened, a mixture of relief and something more complex flooding your system as he approached. He didn't speak—he rarely did—but his actions were enough. Without a word, he scanned the area, his visor narrowing as he assessed the situation.

But before he could reach you, a blast from Prowl's weapon hit him square in the side, sending him crashing to the ground.

"Soundwave!" you shouted, struggling against the restraints as you watched him stagger from the blow. The Autobots had regrouped, and Prowl wasn't going to let him take you without a fight.

Soundwave grunted as he pushed himself back to his feet, his movements slower now, more labored. But even injured, he was a force to be reckoned with. He turned his visor toward you, and in that brief moment, you saw the resolve burning in him.

He wasn't going to leave without you.