Decepticon TIC

Part III: Questioning

(I am SO sorry guys. I just realized I posted chapter four, but not chapter three. Ugh. I apologize. Here is chapter 3.)

Soundwave was wanting to vent hard, but couldn't show that she was struggling to do so... Because she was restrained, she would be helpless to protect them. She shuddered at the thought... Already, with the blow to her side, she might've already lost them.

Looking over at the three mechs, Soundwave tried to get over the empty bond that she had blocked Lazerbeak out of... He was no doubt frightened, most likely keening and crooning for her, but she was helpless to either comfort or help him. By opening the bond, she'd just be exposing him to any pain she met.

Soundwave had been moved off of the berth, and now sat with her wrists connected to a table top... At least her core area would be protected from any blows...

"OK, Con." IronHide's voice reached her audios, but she refused to look up, just staring through her visor at Prowl, who sat across from her and was watching her calculatingly.

"If you'd just give us an answer, we could put you somewhere more comfortable." The weapon's specialist had continued speaking, but Soundwave still wouldn't acknowledge him, which caused his patience to quickly wear out.

A flash of movement caused Soundwave's HUD to warn of the incoming blow for her chassis. 'NO! Not there!' She pleaded inwardly, quickly reacting and tilting her helm down to intercept to blow. Fist met with helm, a crunching sound followed with sick snapping that came from both her neck and the fact that the blow had snapped off two of her four crown spikes.

A deep silence fell as Soundwave's HUD flashed dozens of warnings and her helm lulled, unable to keep it up. Pain filled her body, and she could hear the rapid talking of the three mechs and someone grabbed her chin, lifting her helm but only causing more pain to flash through her neck... It wasn't broken... Just...

"Put him back in the berth!" Prowl ordered IronHide, turning towards Jazz. "Go and get one of the medics." He added, tone cool.

The two mechs immediately obeyed, and Soundwave felt her wrists being released before she was lifted up and lain down on the berth. She could feel coolant streaming down her faceplate, the two mechs strapping her down becoming blurred. It hurt so much... Others believed her to be invincible, but it was much the opposite... She felt pain... Everyday. And everyone turned a blind optic to it.

Soundwave closed her optics, dry sobs threatening to rack her body, but she held him back... She was becoming delirious... Only he liked her pain... She wasn't allowed to show it to anyone else... That demon...

Somebot was beside her now and Soundwave could barely make out the medic, Ratchet. He tilted her helm and began to feel her neck, digits exploring to make sure that there was no permanent or threatening damage, then picking up the more severe ones so that he should work on first.

"What did you do to him? I thought Optimus hadn't wanted it to be this bad!" Ratchet chastised.

"Nah... It was jus' a punch." Jazz responded, crossing his arms. "No' our fault tha' the mech canna take a punch." He added, looking at the medic. "An' we're plannin' on goin' further than tha' if we have ta."

Ratchet shook his helm as he got out his tools. "Chromia." He turned to look over his shoulder at the two femme's, Chromia and Moonracer, that he had brought to aid him. "You're going to need to give him something for the pain."

"Don't bother. He can't feel anything." IronHide growled.

Soundwave hoped they wouldn't listen to him, because she hurt so badly...

The blue femme glared at her mate, walking past him with an injection, feeling along Soundwave's arm for the right place to give it.

"I would ask that you three leave until I am finished here." Ratchet stated, looking at them, but Prowl shook his helm slightly. "Soundwave is maximum security. He will not be left here." He answered. "IronHide will remain in the room. Jazz and Blurr will remain outside the door." The Praxian answered, turning and disappearing.

Soundwave controlled her breathing carefully, trying to hide the pain from her shallow venting... But Ratchet was looking at her weirdly. He, as a medic, could pick up the signs of his patient's pain, and knew immediately that the TIC was in terrible pain.

The Decepticon began to feel the affects of the drugs that she had been given, and shut her optics tightly. 'Primus... If they find out...'

Everything was silent as the three medics began to work on her body as she drifted off... One sentence ringing through her processor... 'I saved them... At least they are safe...'