Transformers x Reader

Shockwave x Reader

"Move out!"

Optics flickering online, I stretch my servos, glancing around.

Orientating myself, I see an upside down point of view on the main Autobot team on this 'Earth'.

Using my abilities of stealth to sneak into their base, I creep along the ceiling, edging towards the clustered group. Frame rippling in color, a small grin comes to me as I fade into the darkness, frame able to shift colors to blend into my surroundings.

"Come on Arcee!"

Glancing towards the large green mech Bulkhead, I slink closer, hovering above the pair as they transform, driving through a swirling groundbridge.

Optics narrowing, I drop down, sprinting after the partners, leaping to avoid being cut off by the closing portal. Shaking my helm, I crouch, quickly looking around as my frame immediately changes, camouflaged.

Sneaking forward, I tilt my helm, sheltering behind a large rock as I see the two stride up behind a large purple mech.  Large red optic illuminated as he turns, I grin slightly, noticing the proud label of a Decepticon.

A brawl ensuing, I leap up, heaving myself up a large outcrop, perching myself on the edge as I patiently watch.

Watching as the three battle, I peer around the area, smirk sliding across my faceplate as I see a large crate of energon.

More than enough to last me...

Lowering, I prod toward the container, lifting my servo up to snag a crystal, optics shining through the camouflage.

Feeling a gush of air past me, I hold in a gasp, ducking. Peering around the container, my optics narrow into thin slits as I see the Autobots retreating into a groundbridge, frames scratched.

Vision flicking over to the Decepticon mech, I raise an optic ridge, frowning in doubt as he slowly follows after them, servo transformed as he fires into the portal.

Not the brightest faction...

Chuckling to myself, I wince as a sharp pang of metal against metal echoes through the area. Slowly moving my helm around the energon container, I cautiously stand, seeing the purple mech laying on his backstruts, servos splayed out.

Coming closer, a spark of electricity pops from his optic, cracked from impact. Stopping a few feet away, I cross my servos, leaning on one pede as I lowly laugh.

Frame lightly jolting at the realization of another bot, he stirs, a servo covering his optic as he attempts to stand.

Rolling my optics, I stride forward, lightly placing a servo under his shoulderplate, helping push him up.

Stumbling up, he stares down, cracked optic blind from the damage. Leaning up, I hum, shaking my helm as I grip onto his servo, yanking him after me. Feeling a sharp resistance, I scowl, turning around.

"Come on, then! You're damaged, and those filthy Autobots are gone, stop being so idiotic!"

Seeing a busted light flaring in hidden anger, I scoff, pulling him along. Bringing him to a small rock, I softly push him, seating him.

Turning around, my optics lock onto a large amount of storage compartments,  shifting through them, I growl, glancing back to the disabled mech.

"Do you have any optic fibers here? Perhaps a welder?"

Stumbling over, he holds a thick servo in front of him, slowly stepping closer. Hitting the containers, he feels around, choosing one almost at random as he digs into the box.

Pulling out a large tool, he drops it onto  the top of the container, walking a few feet away to sort through another container. Successfully retrieving a servo-full of equipment, I push him back to the rock, resulting in him tumbling onto it, servos braced behind him.

Leaning forward, I reach up, growling. Climbing onto his knee joints, I yank his helm down, activating the welder. Carefully cutting away the broken glass, I reach away, grabbing the replacements as I cut off the broken areas, still steaming.

Digging into the optic, a servo grips against me, looking down, I raise an optic ridge, faceplate blank as I continue working.

"Oh come on, sweetspark. It won't hurt that bad if you stay still."

His hold slightly loosening, I smirk, small digits pulling away the final damaged wire. Venting heavily, I gently tilt his helm, reaching in to connect the new wires.

Seeing multiple lights power into life, I pull away slightly, hooking the temporary optic in place.

Brightening, then dimming to a normal level, his helm twitches slightly. Grinning, I lean forward, dusting off some spare metal from his frame.

"So sweetspark, what's your name?"

Helm shifting towards me, vocal systems silently restart as he answers, voice deep.

"Shockwave. It is only logical for me to know yours."

Scoffing, I reply quickly, optics glaring into his bright red one.

"(Y/N)-"

"It is however, un-logical that you would aid me."

Venting, I glance down to my shouldperplates, red symbols scarred and deeply scratched away.

"The Autobots are cowardly, and will not take risks to save their cause. They left me for dead, I have no allegiance to the traitors."

Glancing forward, I smirk deviously. Bring a servo up, I drag a digit across the side of his helm, my own tilting as my optics flicker in amusement.

"And I believe it would only be logical of you to repay me for repairing you."