Frequencies of The Heart (Soundwave x Reader)

Resonance

The cold, distant stars stretched endlessly above as you stood on the ridge, overlooking the wilderness below. Earth. It felt surreal to be back, after everything. The planet's familiar contours and quiet rhythms had been a stark contrast to the chaos you had known for so long, but there was something comforting about it—something grounding.

You had chosen this life deliberately, retreating deep into the forests where no one would find you, far from the war that had left its scars on you. You weren't sure what had driven you to return to Earth. Maybe it was a longing for something familiar, something human in a world that had taken your humanity away. Or maybe, it was just a place where you could finally... stop.

Your home was a cave nestled in the mountains, its entrance hidden by dense foliage. Inside, you had made a life—an odd, quiet life, but a life all the same. The cave had been barren when you found it, but over the months, you had transformed it into something livable. You had salvaged pieces of metal and technology from abandoned ships and wreckage, creating makeshift furniture, a workstation, even a small energy generator to power a few lights. The space was cool and dark, but peaceful. It was yours.

And most importantly, it was quiet. A place to heal.

You lived simply—hunting in your jaguar form when you needed to, foraging for resources, staying off the grid. No one knew you were here. To the Autobots and Decepticons alike, you were a ghost, another casualty of a war that had finally come to an end. You had walked away from it all—left the endless fighting behind, just like you and Soundwave had planned. But it was bittersweet.

At the far end of the cave, past the equipment and the small hearth you had built, lay a table. And on it, meticulously assembled from the pieces you had salvaged over time, was Soundwave.

What was left of him.

His frame was still damaged—scorched, cracked, and broken from the final battle—but you had spent months gathering what you could, scavenging for components, trying to piece him back together. You didn't know if it would work. But you had to try.

Each piece of him was like a fragment of the life you had shared, a life that had ended in a brutal flash of war and loss. You had been angry at him for so long—for the choices he had made for you, for taking your life out of your hands. But now, alone in the quiet of the wilderness, you found that the anger had faded, replaced by a quiet ache, a longing to see him again. To hear his voice.

You had replayed those last moments a thousand times in your mind—his last words, his final breath as his systems failed. You had been too late to save him then, but here, in this cave, with the stars above you and the earth beneath you, you could at least try to bring him back.

And maybe, if you could... things would finally be right.

You crossed the cave, your footsteps soft on the stone as you approached the table where Soundwave's form lay. His body was still, his systems cold, but the sight of him stirred something deep within you. He had been your constant, your only tether in a war that had torn you apart. And now, you were here—alone, but not quite.

You took a breath, your hand resting gently on his arm, feeling the cold metal under your fingers. You had installed the last of the components earlier that day, scavenged from a wrecked Cybertronian ship not far from the crash site where you had last fought. It had taken time—so much time—but everything was in place.

"Please..." you whispered, your voice barely audible in the stillness. "Come back."

Your fingers hovered over the control panel you had built, a jumble of wires and circuits rigged together to send power through his systems. You weren't sure if it would work—if any of this would work. But you had to believe it could.

With a quiet exhale, you pressed the button.

For a long moment, nothing happened. The cave remained still, the only sound the distant wind outside, the faint hum of the generator in the background. You watched Soundwave's form, your heart pounding in your chest, waiting, hoping.

Then, you heard it.

A faint click, barely more than a whisper of sound, but unmistakable.

The lights on his chest flickered weakly, like a spark trying to catch flame. You stepped closer, holding your breath as his systems began to hum faintly, the soft whir of machinery coming online.

Another flicker. Then a pulse of light from his visor—a faint, dim glow that sent a shiver through you.

"Soundwave..." you breathed, your heart in your throat as you watched his systems slowly power up, the energy coursing through him like a rising tide. His body twitched, his fingers moving ever so slightly. The lights in the cave flickered as more power surged through his frame, and then—finally—his visor lit up fully.

Bright, steady, unmistakably alive.

You felt a sob rise in your chest, tears filling your eyes as you watched him, alive once more, after all this time. His movements were slow, hesitant, as if testing the limits of his newly restored systems. His head turned, the red glow of his visor scanning the cave before it landed on you.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. You didn't know what to say—didn't know if words could ever express everything that had led you here, to this moment. But as you looked into the familiar glow of his visor, you felt something click into place.

He was back.

Slowly, carefully, you reached out and placed your hand on his, the cold metal of his fingers warming under your touch.

Soundwave's visor flickered once, then steadied. His voice, though faint and distorted, finally spoke.

"Anon..."

It was just your name. But in that single word, everything was there—every battle, every loss, every moment of hope that had brought you back together. You closed your eyes, letting the sound of his voice wash over you, feeling the weight of it all lift from your shoulders.

You weren't alone anymore.

Together.

As the night deepened and the stars shimmered above, you stayed by his side, the quiet hum of his systems filling the cave, a steady rhythm that matched the beat of your own spark. The war was over. The past was behind you. And now, here, in the wilderness, you had finally found something that felt like peace.

The light from Soundwave's visor reflected off the cave walls, casting faint red glows across the stone. Slowly, his hand tightened around yours, the connection between you stronger than ever.

And for the first time in what felt like lifetimes, you let yourself believe in a future that was yours to shape.

Together.

The soft hum of Soundwave's systems rose, steady and strong.

And then, with a quiet surge of energy, Soundwave came fully online.

The end.