Decepticon TIC

Part XI: Safe & Sound

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Soundwave slowly onlined to the bright lighting of the medbay, whimpering softly as she attempted to grasp where she was and what had happened, memory taking a few panic-stricken moments before rushing back, allowing the femme to relax.

Trembling on the berth, Soundwave turned her attention to the updates in her HUD, all repairs except for a couple that nearly caused her weakened spark to gutter all over again...

Induced Delivery Initiated...

Delivery Completed... Carrier Frame Stabilized...

Both were dated for a megacycle earlier, and Soundwave went into a blind panic, scrambling on the berth as she attempted to get up, optics wide and the only sounds passing from between her lips were panicked chirps and clicks.

Strong servos grabbed her shoulders but, instead of pushing her down like she had expected, she was drawn against a warm frame, effectively calming her.

Soundwave trembled in the strong arms, visual feed filled with red and blue, and she let out a broken sob when she realized who it was. "O-Optimus." The telepath stammered out, shaking as she all but clung to the Prime at her side.

"It's alright now, Soundwave... You're safe." The deep, gentle baritone allowed Soundwave to relax, albeit slightly, before remembering what has sent her into a panic in the first place. "My s-sparklings?" She asked, tone breaking.

"They're fine, Soundwave... Ratchet's got them hooked up in ICU." Optimus responded gently, releasing the femme now so Soundwave could relax on the berth, optis locked on her lover's frame. "M-Megatron tried..." The thin femme reached a servo for her abdomen, the Prime catching her servo and squeezing it. "We know, Soundwave... It's alright. The sparklings are safe, and Jazz was able to get you out just in time." He said in a comforting tone.

Soundwave nodded and the shaking slowly faded as she relaxed, servo clasping her Prime's and leaning her helm against his shoulder. "Can I see them?" She finally asked, voice quiet and meek, breaking Optimus' spark a little more.

(Mood music, Safe & Sound) Looking down at the gently trembling frame, Optimus offered a small, loving smile. "Of course." He murmured, placing a gentle kiss to the top of her helm before wrapping his arms around the fragile frame of his lover, lifting her up into his arms and carrying her through the medbay into another room.

Clinging tightly to the Prime, Soundwave felt safe and warm in his arms, her previously frantic pulsing of her spark calming so close to the spark of the one she loved, and she would've drifted off if she wasn't so worried about her sparklings.

"Here they are."

At the soft testament, Soundwave lifted her helm from where it had been supported against the red shoulder plating, optics falling on two tiny frames curled up together. They were beautiful... Mostly deep blue like Soundwave, with red and silver markings, the gunmetal grey making Soundwave shake a little... The smallest of the two had the Prime's faceplates, but the other's frame was entirely Megatron... Spiked, helm shape, faceplates.

Feeling the trembling of his lover, Optimus tightened his grip on the femme. "They're ours." The Prime murmured to the femme in a gentle tone. "Soundwave, look at me."

Soundwave allowed gentle digits at her chin to turn her faceplates towards the Prime, who smiled at her, thumb caressing her faceplating gently. "They're our sparklings... We'll love them and raise them... They're our little twins, alright?"

Hearing those words, and seeing the honestly and love in the blue optics, Soundwave relaxed and smiled faintly up at the mech, optics roaming back over to the two, intertwined, servos gripping each other's plating. A closenes only split sparks or lovers could have. "What are their names?" She asked softly.