Broken Circuit |{Reader x TFP Soundwave}|

~Ｗｉｎ Ｌｉｔｔｌｅ， Ｌｏｓｓ Ｌｏｔｓ~

      Having somebot walk alongside you in such a dark place felt nice. Now if something were to attack you, it would be a 2 v 1, and those odds were definitely in your favor. It was eerily quiet on board this ship, which was unexpected but not wanted. The dark colors of the walls made everything super hard to see. Thankfully, your night-vision upgrade was up to par. So you weren't completely blind.

      "How long have you had Laserbeak?" you asked, trying to get a conversation going.

"My whole entire creation. They were one of the first gifts I received after I was born. My sire purchased him for me," he responded.

"Wow, that's nice. I've always wanted to have a minicon of my own. But unfortunately, my carrier was severely against it. . ." you smiled back at the thought of your. . . CARRIER! You promised her before that you would try to contact her the last time you've talked, and that was back in training thousands of years ago! A wave of panic overcame you. Is she still online? It's been so long is she ok? You should've called her more, oh Primus if anything happened to her, you'll-

"____, is something the matter? Your demeanor has changed," Soundwave spoke, his blank visor tilted toward your direction.

"Oh, my bad, I'm just tired. But go on."

"I was done talking, you were adding in a bit of insight."

"I forgot, I'm so sorry my processor is everywhere BUT my head. May-"

"Nonsense, there is no need to apologize. You haven't done anything wrong yet."

'Wow, the power of yet. Is he implying that I will do something wrong? Or maybe that I have done somethings wrong before, and going by what I did now, I will surely- just forget it,' you were definitely overthinking it. He probably didn't mean anything, and it slipped out.

The rest of the walk was a nice silence. It wasn't awkward, but peaceful in a sense. It was late, and you were too tired to think of anything else to talk about. Thankfully, you arrived at your quarters in a few minutes.

"Here I am, I'll see you tomorrow, Soundwave," you waved at him goodbye, to which he returned the gesture. As you were about to turn the handle to open up the door, something hit inside of you. Before you could even catch yourself, you were talking to him more.

"Wait, before you go, I just want to say I'm glad that you accepted my apology. I truly didn't mean anything, and I hope we can just put that behind us and try to start a -uh- new path." What. The. Frag. were you doing?! Are you stupid? Did something fall out of your processor when you crash-landed on Earth? You truly are just messing up at every chance you get. This was the yet that Soundwave meant before.

"Ok," and with that he left.

'Oh, uhh ok I guess?'

You tried to put that embarrassing moment behind you and went to do your nightly routine. Take off the remains from your palette. Take a nice oil bath to clean off. Lay down. You know, the usual. While you were showering, it hit you that Soundwave's quarters were located in the opposite direction of ours. He went out of the way to help a friend in need. What a gentlemech! That thought made you a little happy.

You were just relaxing when you suddenly remembered why you were so anxious before. Your carrier. You couldn't have called her before, because Soundwave was standing right there. It would've looked rude. But you could do it right now.

"Carrier? Are you still there? I'm sorry I haven't had the chance to call our residency in a long time, I've been extremely busy with my work. So many things have happened. But don't think I've forgotten about you. Every once in a while, you and sire pop back into my mind. I just- I miss how life was back on Cybertron. I miss traveling from Kaon to see you guys. I miss my youth, and how much fun we had together. But most importantly, I miss your love. I haven't felt it through our bond in a while, going as far back as thousands of vorns ago. I hope you're ok," you asked, fighting back liquid in your optics.

There was static. Nothing.

"Carrier? Are you there?"

Nothing.

You couldn't control it. Liquid began uncontrollably flowing from out of your optics. Was she really gone? If only you had just remembered to contact a few more times. If only you had called her up one more time. But now, there was nothing you could do. There was no doubt in your mind your carrier was one with the AllSpark. Of course, there was always the possibility that she just didn't hear the call, and that she was still perfectly safe inside her sector. But what were the chances. You could call your sire, and ask him if he knows anything, but part of you was scared of how he would react to your call. You were a Decepticon, and he was a medic for the Autobots. And Primus forbid he didn't respond either, how would you deal with the offlining of both creators in one day? It seemed more reasonable to remain with the bit of hope you had left about your sire still being alive, so you removed your finger from audio processor.

Liquid still flowed from your optics, and you began crying your spark out. Hopefully, no bot would hear you. But you didn't care if they did. You were grieving. Your processor was field of memories from your youth. When your mom would take you to great cities flooded with lights. When your sire took you to see your very first gladiator match. It was awesome! It seemed like just yesterday; you had the world. Why couldn't you go back to that? Why did you have to loss so much to gain practically nothing? You've lost your life, your family, your friends, and. . . Roadturn. That was not a name you wanted to remember right now. The bot that was your first true friend. The mech that loved you enough to sacrifice his existence for your own. He was your best friend. Your spark mate (not officially, since you were both waiting off because of the war). But most importantly your teammate. You guys were practically inseparable. You reminisced back on all the fun you had together. You would give anything to see him again.

You didn't sleep again that night. You couldn't control yourself, and you spent the whole night crying. The next morning, you were a mess. NO amount of paint from your cover up palette could help you.

'Oh well...'

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