Lockout: A Transformers Story

Chapter 25: Chill Mornings (waffles not included)

{Sorry for not updating, sometimes it can be tricky to write. I always take time now to reread over my work and try to reread the story often to make sure I know it makes more sense. Thanks to everyone who supports me in my journey! < Snips/Locky}

Soft slushing, back and forth, a new recovery for a crowded mind. The waves soothed aches, ebony hair brushing gently, dancing with the breeze. Her golden eyes lined almost at ease with the rising sun. Anyone could feel in the moment, the entire world revolving, if they listened closely. Her life had paused, time slowing, it was too good. All too good. She had all she wanted, all she could truly need. Her eyes closed as she took in a breath. If her life was this peaceful, she would have settled down already.

I would have settled down...

"Is this what you envisioned?" A fit male figure engulfed me in his presence, kissing the top of my head, his hands pressed gently on my hips. Shockwave. My Shockwave.

"Could be." I turned around to face him, a sweet, gentle smile upon my lips.

"Just the two of us?" He paused for a returning smile, "In a place that makes time stop for a moment or two?"

"You know me too well."

"Do I?"

I embraced the mech, a gentle kiss warming our sparks. He was all I needed, all I wanted. I pulled the mech back into the room, that remaining soft breeze still tugging at my clothing.

We lay back in bed, silence for the ocean. It was perfect. It was a nice reminder of all Shockwave did for me, of how true and pure a Decepticon spark could be.

It was the war that stopped us from settling down for a family, and maybe worrying about what someone might say...

That soft glint in Shockwave's one good eye dimmed, even though I said no words. Our sparks would dare dance in our romantic requirement. Now we were here, living in the moment, it was wrong. Very, very wrong. Not him, no, it could never be because of him, but because I couldn't be happy. It wasn't meant for me.

"You're conflicted, again." The mech went to stroke my hair in aid to calm me. It was that deep tone I wished hadn't mentioned the truth. Our optics met, a lemon yellow tone gleaming up at him.

"I don't mean to be."

"You still won't tell me why."

I hesitated for a moment, I didn't want to necessarily tell him what was bothering me yet, only Prime knew... and that wasn't a good thing, but I didn't need anyone else to know either. Eventually, I needed to approach the Prime myself, he would know what to do. "It's this!" I finally spoke up. I motioned to the room, it was really the whole trip for my current peeve. "All this!"

There came a knock at the door, disturbing my conflicted mind. Shockwave got off the bed, opened the door, and helped the man carry in our room serviced meals. "Why is it so bad?- Thank you." Shockwave whispered the last part and shut the door, turning then to me.

"Room service waffles? Breakfast in bed? A room on beach front?"

"Those aren't bad."

"Exactly, I'm not supposed to be happy! I'm supposed to be rough and miserable, we are in a war!" I huffed, sitting on the bed. The mech broke a piece of waffle from his, took it into his hand and allowed me to try.

"You need to relax." His tone was calm, soothing. "There is nothing you need to be concerned about. You are away from that problem right now, live in the moment."

I hesitated, eyes on my waffles for a moment.

Damn...them some good lookin waffles...

And no, those are not included for you! You can make your own damn waffles!

Gold orbs locked with my reflection, no midnight, just me. My crochet dress cover hugged my curves, not just because of my black bikini. It wasn't every day that I was human, my armor could pass as a bikini in human terms, but... not to me, it was normal (plus, it makes guys like you, also easier to move around).

There was hesitation in my mind, yet, I felt it should pass. I needed the break, I wasn't supposed to be worried about anything. The morning had felt far too perfect to allow conflict to consume.

I took a step out of the washroom, allowing myself to breathe in the humid air. My attention was brought to Shockwave, a dark and evil scientist, sitting on the bed watching TV. TV of all things! That was... different for him. I cleared my throat to alert him of my presence.

"Are you coming down to the beach with me or not?" I sat on a cushioned bench in our room to put on my sandals. I heard the TV click off, the mech slowly coming to do the same, his dark purple, almost black, swim shorts catching my eye for a moment, then a glance to his face.

It was learning how to let go of my worries, to find a distraction. Although I knew something could happen one day, I had to let it go. I was supposed to enjoy and be in the moment, right?

"I'm glad I get to spend time with you, away from all that." He was taken aback.

"That's new."

"I mean it Shockwave." I placed my hand on his, lemony gold eyes shimmering with joy. "I'm happy, I should be! I needed to move on from my troubles to see that."

His lips pressed gently to mine for a short second, a second enough to see how truly happy the "bad guys" could be. As he pulled away, he smiled, voice gentle, "I'm glad."

It was these moments with Shockwave that reminded me I didn't want to let go of him.

The waves slushed at my toes before I had fully stepped in. Although families were verbally excited and fisherman hollered, it was perfect. Peaceful. Shockwave rested a hand along my waist while our eyes remained at the horizon. I bent down for a moment to take off my sandals, then tossed them to the side.

Walking out a bit farther, I then noticed Shockwave following me. Something called to me, wether it be good or bad...

"You like the ocean, but I can tell that you fear it, too."

"There's something that calls to me, I don't know what it is, but I don't think it's meant to be good." I paused. "The water can be calming, but it can also be commanding. It can take the most innocent of souls in its grasp and destroy them."

Again, words I didn't even think of beforehand.
I wasn't sure what had come over me, but I assumed it was Prime's fault. He seemed to affect me often with his words.

Shockwave nodded, burying his toes in the sand. Another small wave tugged at my waist, eyes still focused.

"Whatever it is, we will face it together."

Together.

And whatever demanded me... I needed to understand it...

Optimus...