Decepticon TIC

Part VII: One With The Enemy

(A/N: So now Soundwave is slowly integrating into the Autobots, although she is still hesitant to take any sort of active action against the Decepticons for fear of reprecussions should she find herself under Megatron's cruel attentions again... But now, there is a little bit of excitement in this chapter, and I do very much so hope that you enjoy it.~)

"May I?"

Soundwave's voice coming from behind the two mech's attempting to repair a communications console startled them, the two looking up at her as she watched silently from shadows, unsure on if they would be angry or not at the help she offered.

"Uh... Sure. If you wanna have a go... It's a bit troublesome though, mind you." One of the mechs, whom Soundwave recognized as Smokescreen, stated as he moved back and out of the way.

Carefully, still unsure in the presence of mechs, Soundwave moved passed the two quietly before she stood before the console, scanning it with hidden, internal sensors before kneeling down and beginning to work on the problem, which her scans had made out to be a virus... It was a simple one and she was able to make quick work of it, satisfied and happy to be able to do some sort of work... She could never fully relax when she wasn't focused on anything... That's when the memory purges hit most frequently.

Working happily, Soundwave almost didn't hear what the second Autobot present, Slingshot, said... But when she did, she froze in place, slim digits tangled in wiring as she attempted to process what he... an autobot had just stated.

Soundwave was on her pedes in moments, fear as well as anger tearing through her systems as she turned on the two mechs behind her, Slingshot's grin quickly vanishing when he realized that not only had Soundwave heard what he had said, but her faceplates were full of fear, hurt and anger, causing the arielbot to take a step back, optics wide with surprise... He had forgotten that such comments weren't... Appropriate with the ex-Decepticon femme, and not like the other Autobots like Chromia and Moonracer, that would've made some sort of come back.

Imagine her kneeling like that between our legs.~

The words, spoken so carelessly by the arielbot, resonated within Soundwave's processor and she reeled with memory purges, of the times she had been forced down on her knees between Megatron's knees, the rough, cruel servos nearly crushing her helm... The ache of her jaw... The sharpened digits cutting through her helm armour and into the wiring beneath.

Soundwave was unable to take anymore and she fled, spark pulsating in horror... The autobots were no different! They thought just the same as any Decepticon! They... They wanted to use her just like her previous 'leader' had!

Vents hitching with dry sobs, Soundwave came around a corner and smashed directly into a massive mech, tumbling backwards and staring up with wide optics into the first surprised, then angered blue optics of Ironhide.

Seeing the expression on the Autobots' weapons specialist's faceplates, Soundwave reacted the way she usually did when under an angry gaze of a mech... She curled up tightly, trembling violently as she tried to make herself as small as possible and of as little interest to the mech as she could.

"What the slag you doing here?" Ironhide growled in both pent up frustration and annoyance as he looked down at the femme, rolling his optics at her and reached down to grab at her when the voice of his mate stopped him. "IRONHIDE!"