Lockout: A Transformers Story

Chapter 22: So Uncivilized

{Hey guys, here with a fresh chapter filled with some things I felt needed to occur. Finally kind of attempting to pull the story closer to a close. We all know it has to be soon. I'll have to eventually redo Survivor again as well, so look forward to lots more better chapters in the future! Love you guys! <3 Locky}

Too long since Shockwave and I disagreed about the spacebridge. Darkbolt had warned me not to hold it against him, yet, I had. When I think back, she knows nothing about love, or my relationship with Shockwave. Shockwave didn't deserve to be ignored.

I hesitated, standing at the closed door of Shockwave's lab. I raised a hand for a moment, fighting to just go in or knock. My breath was a shiver, then, taking a step, the door slid open. Limbs shaking, stepping back in fear, Shockwave stood.

He was silent, yet seemed a bit shocked, just as I was. He shifted his weight and glanced around. "Come with me." His hand suddenly grasped at mine and he pulled me along.

"H-hey!"

"Quiet."

He pulled me into a dark room, his room. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and his face bury into my neck. Honey-gold orbs wide, I calmed, finally nuzzling into him. "I-I'm sorry..."

"It's my fault."

"I'm the one who got mad."

A large hand covered my lips, a gleaming crimson orb gazing now into my optics. "I said it was my fault." His freehand trailed down my side, sitting now at my hip.

I had no words, I had no need to anger the mech by arguing, I was happy to have him.

"There was a moment that I thought you wanted nothing to do with me."

"That's illogical, Shockwave." Sun-good optics gleamed in the darkness. "There are times we may not get along, especially with the war, but I love you." I took a deep breath as our gaze met. "It will always be you."

How would I know that? It's my story, there's nothing I desire more than being with Shockwave.

Later in the day, a glowing, blueish-green portal closed in the woods, two femmes walking together. Soft gusts of fall brushed the trees, a howl slipping through them, whispering, leaves bellowing. Night had risen much earlier than they had hoped, than we had hoped.

"We should follow the direction the wind is taking us, we aren't far off from the signal now." What signal? Our mission, Lockout and Darkbolt scanning for an old Decepticon ship, and whatever lurks inside.

"I am well aware of the Harbinger, Lockout."

"And the challenges we may face?"

She paused, then caught up with me. "Yes. Not every Decepticon signal is true. Remember smokescreen?"

"Wasn't around for it and neither were you."

"Megatron told the story."

"And?" The Decepticon ship of which we searched, had come upon us. Dandelion-gold optics dimmed with caution. I remember an old partner during the war, and the stubborn personality of which I would attack.
Not much different than I and Darkbolt...