Broken Circuit |{Reader x TFP Soundwave}|

~Ｔｉｒｅｄ Ｉｇ~

"Great!" you exclaimed as you gripped his servo and rushed him to an available medical bed. You released your grasp on him and examined his wing plate. You slowly traced your digits along the ragged edge, looking for any signs of rust or dried energon. You followed it to the center of his chassis, leaning in real close. You placed a hand unit right next to his pede for better support. That was when you realized what was happening, and you quickly pulled away your hand unit and got up.

You look up and see the mech's blank face staring back down at you. "O-oh my bad, I didn't mean anything I swear." You held up your servos in a surrender-like stance. "I just have to check for any signs of rust."

He stays quiet for a minute. You can feel a suspicious glance from underneath the visor, but you don't know for sure if he gave you one.

"Ok."

You vented heavily in relief. You turned around to get some cleaning tools from the cabinets. As you opened up the cabinet, a few containers started to wobble a bit. You quickly tried to stop them, but the effort was futile. You were able to catch a lot, except for one. It was a container full of energon.

"NO!" you yelled. But right before it hit the ground, it stopped in mid-air. A tentacle caught it. A wave of surprise appeared all over your face for a split second, but you let it go. You looked to see who the tentacle was connected to, and it was none other than Soundwave. He carefully placed it back on the counter and retracted the weird tentacle thing. You saw him flinch in pain a bit when it returned fully.

"Th. . . thank you, Soundwave. Guess I miscalculated how many could fit in there," you said gently, unlocking the top to the container you needed. He just gave you a nod.

You made your way back over to him and proceeded to clean the outlining of the wound. The silence had a hint of an awkward tone to it, so you tried to get some small communication in.

"Soooo. . . what do you usually do on board this space craft?" you asked, genuinely curious about how somebot can be copped up all day long at their station.

"Work," he responded with a video clip.

"What type of work?"

He paused a bit. "Hard to explain. Decryption. Encryption. Locating. Why do you want to know? Not many bots ask at all." You for one had to say that it was weird how he used voice recordings rather than his own voice box. But it wasn't exactly your place to judge.

"What can a femme not be a little curious? It's just amazing how somebot like you can be so. . . locked into your work." He didn't say anything, so you assumed that he thought your answer made sense.

Once you were done cleaning, you immediately moved onto mending. "Do you usually go out on battles? You don't seem like the fighter type. . . not that you can't fight or anything, I'm sure your great at it. But you seem like more of a computer mech." What in Primus's name were you saying? How stupid do you have to be to practically insult a superior!

"Yes. Lord Megatron indeed sends me out to fight against those Autobots. He also sends me on retrieving missions too."

"Wow you fight against the Autobots?" Your heart sunk at the word "Autobots." You started to think about your poor old sire and how he could be doing. Ever since you landed on this planet, you haven't been able to reach any of your creators. You also thought about Roadturn and his sacrifice. You had a very noticeable mood shift out of nowhere.

"Is something the matter?" you heard multiple voice recordings ask you, and you snapped out of your memories.

"Oh, it's nothing, I'm just not a big fan of the Autobots after all. They took my sire and killed Ro-" you stopped yourself to maintain your composure. "They killed one of my dearest friends."

"My condolences."

"It's alright, he risked his spark for mine. If it wasn't for him, I would be offlined at the hands of those pesky Autobots. But now I'm here with you. . . fixing up your wing plate of course!"

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The mending process took a lot longer than expected. It was almost 5 a.m. in the morning, Knock Out was long gone so it was just you and Soundwave in the med-bay. There was one last spot you needed to fix, and it was right on the center of his chassis. It was a hard spot to get to, so you needed to lean down and in for a better view. Without thinking, you placed a hand unit right on top of his upper pede thinking it was the table. You were really drained from being up almost the whole day, so obviously your head wasn't in the right place. Your pedes started to feel a little wobbly, so you pushed down on the "table" harder to steady your balance. It wasn't till you felt a slight jolt that you realized your mistake.

"What are you doing? This has gone on long enough; we are done here. Get to your quarters before I report you to lord Megatron for disobeying a superior officer's orders." He quickly got up and headed for the door.

"Wait! Stop I'm sorry!" you yelled as you started to follow after him. He was a fast walker. "I didn't mean anything at all! I promise! I just got a little confused!"

"This is not the way to your quarters. Get to your quarters now. Leave me alone."

' Yeowuch harsh,' you thought to yourself, but you continued to follow him. You would make him know this was all a misunderstanding. You were able to catch up to him, and you went to go place a hand unit on his wing plate. As soon as you lifted your servo, he caught it mid-air.

"I have given you enough warnings ____, you are coming with me now." He tightly gripped your left servo right under your hand unit. It didn't take long for the broken circuit to activate, and you were knocked out in Primus knows how many seconds.

'Why'd I have to raise the left servo?'

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