Fatal

Chapter 15: Opening Up

Soundwave's POV

        Turns out, the humans decided to stay the night at the base. Optimus, Ratchet, Bumblebee, and the humans wanted to wait until tomorrow until they told everybody else about me. They wanted to wait until this 'Agent Flowler' dude to show up. I could care less. I didn't want to interrupt. 

        I was brought Energon, but I didn't drink it. I was still craving for freedom. That was what I was hungry for. My tanks churned again but I couldn't tell if it was from hunger or sickness. This experience was sure going to be interesting...

        It was already dark out and my spark was throbbing. I worry I may have a forced change if I don't fly soon. My tanks twisted and jumped everywhere. I had to find the Prime. I pushed myself off of the Med-Berth and limped into the halls. The corridor was dark and musty, but I made my way to the control room warily. I looked over to the corner of the control room and saw a wash room. Good, just in case. I looked around. No one. I mean, OF COURSE the Prime was recharging, it was 12:34 Earth time, or in other words, very late.

        I walked up to the monitor and saw a folder. A big, bright orange folder filled with paperwork. I looked at it closely. It said; To Do, Ratchet. It was the medic's schedule and work for tomorrow. I opened the folder and peeked at the list.

1) Scout for Energon mines

2) Order new supplies for the Med-Bay

3) Pick up the children

4) Decode more of the Iaon database

        It was so easy, I almost cried! Did it really take all day for the old medic to do this? Scrap, that's just sad. I typed a few buttons on the keyboard and the screen flickered to life. Just like mine. I started with the Iacon database since it was probably the most difficult. Well, for Ratchet anyways. 

        After decoding five coordinates, I thought, hey? Why am I helping the Auotbots?! They saved me, I owe them my spark. Three coordinates later, I scouted for the Energon mines. So far, none had been discovered. Next, I searched the Med-Bay and found the supplies that they were low on, and ordered more through the government's account. I smiled. My hacking skills rock! I got all the stuff for FREE! 

        Once I finished, I powered off the monitor and stepped back and inspected the room. It really wasn't the cleanest... Gross. I got to work on the clutter, and decided to wait until the humans leave to scrub the Energon stains off the floor. I mean, really?!  Who leaves their own Energon stains around.

        After a few gags and piles later, I started to feel nauseous. My vision swam and my legs felt weak. I stumbled to the wash room just in time. My tanks gave and I purged loudly. My arms wrapped around my mid-section as I heaved. frag, this is getting old! I sank to my knees as washer fluid pricked my optics. This time around, purging hurt. I felt as if I had millions of scraplets gnawing on my insides. I felt liquid stream down my faceplates. I gasped loudly, trying to regain air circulation throughout my frame.

        I started to wonder where Laserbeak and Ravage were, until I remembered. They were in the far room on the other side of the base. They couldn't sense me. I choked, suddenly, then purged again. Frag! 

        As my purging stopped for a little, I heard a gasp behind me. I saw the pink haired girl standing there, Miko. "Oh my God! Are you alright?" She asked. I opened my mouth to answer, but I turned sharply and purged again. Then, she started to scream. "OPTIMUS! BULKHEAD! EVERYONE! HELP!! HELP!!" She screamed. It took three nanoseconds before I was face-to-face with a blaster.

        I froze in fear. It was the green Autobot. He had a fierce expression of his faceplates. "What are you trying to pull, 'Con?" The green one snarled. My optics were wide and frightened. I opened my mouth, again, to answer, but only to turn sharply and purge my tanks out until I was dry heaving again. "BULKHEAD!" Miko yelled. "He's not doing anything to me! You need to help him! He's hurt." She sighed. "Please." She asked.

        Bulkhead was suddenly replaced by Optimus, who looked at me with concerned optics. I purged again and jumped at the servo that started to rub my back plates. It was the Prime. I shivered and held back a sob. This is what my Sire is supposed to do. 

Ratchet's POV

        Optimus was crouched on the floor, rubbing Soundwave's back as he purged. Just like a Sire would. I watched as the youngling held back a sob. I saw the truly depressed optics that the youngling possessed. Only, what causes him so much internal and emotional pain? 

        I saw the deep concern and sympathy that pooled in the old Prime's optics. I watched as Soundwave slumped back. "I-I think w-we all need to t-talk..." He admitted. I nodded. Maybe this youngling was finally going to open up.

Soundwave's POV

        I hobbled off to the middle of the control room and took a right, towards the rec room. I plopped down on one of the Cybertronian sized chairs and faced the rest of them. I heard a faint rumble and saw the huge, worriedly form of Ravage bounding down the halls. I embraced her and Laserbeak, who landed on my helm. I let them go when the human femme Carrier stomped up to me.

        "Who are you? And why are you here?" She asked. "Hello, femme. I am Soundwave. Third in Command of Megatron, Communications Officer, and half Predacon. Nice to meet you."