Fatal

Chapter 14: Lonely and Afraid

3rd POV

        A snake-like shadow danced along the grass of a meadow South of Jasper. The huge, metal, serpent-like dragon curved and spun through the air like a torpedo. A bird-like robot perched on a rock, watching the dragon fly and soar. The dragon let out a metallic roar that shook the earth below. It was a roar of freedom. The dragon liked being free. It was peaceful, even if only for a while.

        The dragon's ivory, metallic scales shimmered, and the spikes along it's back shone a deep purple in the moonlight. The bright blue of it's eyes were like stars, shining. It landed with a soft thump, it's black claws sinking deep into the cool soil, and as the sun started to rise, the dragon shifted, it convulsed and thrashed until a Cybertronian warrior lay in it's place, and that warrior walked right up to the bird-robot and picked up the object lying on the soft ground. A sleek, smooth visor. The warrior sat down by the bird and layed back, relaxed.

        This warrior had a name. His name was Soundwave.

Soundwave's POV

        I awoke sputtering. I haden't had that dream in human months! It brought back a familiar craving that I hadn't had in vorns. The hunger to fly, to dance, to be free. I vented. Maybe if I could ask nicely, maybe I could leave the base for a little while once the sun sets. Maybe.

        I was alone in the Med-Bay, staring at a white ceiling. I pushed myself up, grinning at my fixed servo. My legs were sore but movable. I walked to the door and it hissed opened and cool, humid air hit my faceplates. I shivered, but walked on. I walked down a hallway with different storage rooms. I looked in one and recoiled. Arachnid. She was frozen in stasis. So this is where the giltch went. I mused.

        I continued on my way and heard a faint laughter. A buzzing, joy filled giggle. I picked up the pace, and as I peaked through the corridor, I realized it was the Autobot scout who was watching the humans play a game on the television. Sweet, innocent laughter erupted from the scout's vocal transmitter again. I relished the sound. I stepped forward...and slipped. My pede flew out from under me as I stepped on something soft. I fell to the floor with a loud CLANG!

        The scout and the humans jumped in fright at the sight of me up, well down, and free. The scout whirred angrily and pointed his loaded plasma blaster at me. I smiled sheepishly and sat up, arms above my helm in surrender. I turned my head towards the pink-haired femme and smiled a warm smile.

        "Hello, Miko!" I greeted in a cheery manner. "It talks!" The black haired human mech whispered to the small one. I frowned. It? I'm not an 'it'. I wanted to smash that human into squishy scrap. Miko, on the other hand, smiled back, and waved. I pushed myself up and my optics wandered to the object that I slipped on. It was a sketch book. I looked, mesmerized, at the drawing on the delicate papers. It was a pencil drawing of me asleep in the Med-Berth. I winced. My servo looked like it had been squashed and then drained of all the Energon and then twisted into a pulp.

        My tanks twisted at the sight of my wrangled servo. I clutched my tank area painfully. Great. My tanks cramped, but I pushed it aside and chuckled nervously. "I-I think I'm going to go back to the Med-Bay. S-sorry for the d-disturbance..." I sighed and limped back to the Med-Bay.

Miko's POV

        I sighed sadly as I watched Soundwave saunter off to the Med-Bay. I noticed his hand flinch ever-so-slightly toward his mid-section. He was hurt there, I knew it. I have to keep a close eye on him.

        "C'mon, guys!" I shouted at the Raf and Jack. "He's hurt! He was tortured real bad! He needs help, but more importantly, he needs a friend. I needed a friend, and now I do, so I am happy." The boys looked guilty, and were about to say something, until the Ground Bridge powered up and Bulkhead and Arcee walked through. "Hey! Bulk! How was the mission? Did you fight 'cons? I have so much to tell you!" Bulk laughed.

        "I did not fight 'cons, but I found a nice place to smash rocks!" He encouraged, smashing his servos together. I laughed. "Arcee!" Jack greeted, "I'm so happy you're back!" Arcee chuckled, "Hey, Jack, I saw your mom on the way here. She will be here in about three,"

        Silence filled the room. "-Two,"

        Optimus and Ratchet appeared. "-One."

        Mrs. Darby sped into base, her car's tires squealing. The door opened, and out stepped June Darby, arms full with a huge picnic basket and a blanket.

        "Hi, everybody! I've got snacks!" I shrieked, running up to June, looking at her with pleading eyes. "Please, please, PLEASE tell me you have a tuna sandwich!" I begged. She laughed, "Of course, darling!" And with that, we all started to laugh, completely unaware of the sad, and longing look that was staring at us through the corridor.