Lost Love - A Ratchet Love Story

Chapter Sixteen

Test Subjects A and B

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"Soundwave, I know you're not my real sire.", I start.

"How did you find out?", Soundwave asked, worry deep in his optics.

"I found my real sire and somehow seen his memories.", I explained.

"Hmm. Well....", Soundwave started and brought up a hologram of his memory.

Soundwave onlined his optics and looked around. What happened? First he remembers hanging out with one of his simbiots, Ravage, then he blacked out. Soundwave looked down and was horrified. Who ever had taken him, changed his whole form.

Instead of being a bulkier mech, he was skinny. His arms turned into longer arms and his legs were a lot thinner. Braking out of he chains, he sat up and looked around. His optics widened in horror when he seen a femmeling, no older than 4 or 5 million years, laying on a berth next to his. 

He had to escape with he femmeling. Who were her parents though? Were they alive? Her form looked a lot similar to his and had black as her primary color and white as her secondary. He would have to be her sire until he could find her real creators.

He checked her for any sign of her real creators. Nothing. He spotted a bracelet with the name 'JetBlaze' engraved into it.

"Sire?", the young femme called out.

"I'm here.", Soundwave said and held the femme's servo, "Nothing to worry about, JetBlaze."

Two days later, they were escaping the prison.

"Test subjects A and B have escaped!", a guard yelled.

Soundwave glared at them as he protected his new femmeling from getting harmed. He spotted a couple grieving a few feet away. He knew them. Elita One and Orion Pax. The two that had become his best friends as a youngling.

"I hope they're okay.", Soundwave muttered.

The hologram disappeared and I looked up at Soundwave.

"You....saved me.", I said, trying to wrap my head around it all.

"When we arrived back at my housing unit, I tried searching for your creators. Did everything I could. Whenever you were at school, I would search the entire time. Who are your creators?", Soundwave looked at me with curious optics.

"Optimus and Elita.", I answered, he face palmed.

"Of course they are.", Soundwave muttered, I giggled.

"What's so funny?", Smokescreen asked.

"Dude! Where have you been?! Every time I did a head count, you were gone!", I said.

"Oh, uh. Sorry. I went out for a drive and....I....uh.....I got lost.", Smokescreen blushed.

"Don't let it happen again.", I ordered.

"Soundwave! We have patrol, remember?", Arcee asked.

"Right.", Soundwave stood up and started walking.

"Soundwave!", I call out, the two stopped and turned around, "Thank you. What you did means a lot to me."

"No problem, kid. I only did what I felt was right.", Soundwave said and walked off as Arcee stood still, confused.

"What....happened?", Arcee asked.

"Anna!", Ratchet called out and ran towards me with a big grin, "You did it! What ever you did worked!"

He didn't get to say another word as I bolted to the med bay.

Sorry, short chapter. Hopefully the next will be longer.