Don't worry, I will put the sections in each comment section of every bolded section. But it's in Soldier' Perspective. (I had to modify bits to make it fit..... Check back in the book for the real chapter.)
Between every few memories, Soldier and I talked.
Chapter 2, 3rd paragraph, Sentence "3" ----> Chapter 2, 5th paragraph, Last Sentence.
"That sure was a rough fight." I say. Soldier growls "Indeed it was. That was the first encounter with both an autobot and decepticon at the same time." I continue "And you teamed with Dreadwing to help take down the autobots." Soldier growls "That was the only reason. I still hate both factions...." I reply "We'll see about that."
Chapter 4, 5th paragraph, Sentence "1" ----> Chapter 4, 5th paragraph, Last sentence.
"Wheeljack offered to help you and yet you disagreed until he insisted while you were in his arms." I inform. He groans "Yes, yes. I know... I didn't want his attention at the time." Soldier grabs his arm, blushing a bit. So there really is something going on between you 2. "Let's continue, shall we?"
Chapter 5, 4th paragraph, Sentence 13 ----> Chapter 5, 5th paragraph, Last sentence.
Chapter 5, 6th Paragraph, Sentence 1 ----> Chapter 5, 9th paragraph, Last sentence.
I sigh, coming back together from what I just saw. "You are pretty hard to figure out, Soldier." I say. He argues "No! It's not---- ugh. Look he drove me to do it!!!" "And you enjoyed it?" I ask. He blushes and as soon as he realizes, he tries to stop what was happening on his face. Soldier whines. I respond "Don't lie. It's best for you not to because you know that I will see the events that led up to this point in time." Soldier groans "Alright... Just get on with it. Hopefully the next memory isn't as bad.
Chapter 10, 1st paragraph, Sentence 1 --- Chapter 12, 9th paragraph, 1st sentence.
"You put up some fight for a bot with no tolerance or emotion." I remark. Soldier rolls his optics "I only fought Megatron because I hated him leaving me behind. He's a horrible father." He turns away and looks at the floor, his wings falling. I sigh and walk over "It's alright.... I'm here for you. I actually know a thing or two about parenting. Soldier turns towards me and pushes his helm against my chassis.
"Will you be the father that Megatron never was, then?" I rub my digits across his horns "Of course, Soldier..... I just can't tell Megatron...." I brush his helm back and he looks up to me "Thank you, Shockwave." I hold his faceplate with my servo and he pushes against it. I brush the tears from his optics. He starts crying harder and brings his helm down, burying it in my windshield.
I could sense his pain. Being alone and then hating the one who left you to die. I've seen enough. He's been through enough. I don't need to know anymore. A good father would just rely on what their kid has to say, not force them for the truth. I travel to the back of my helm with my servo and grasp the cord of the Cortical psychic patch. I remove it, stopping the connection. Soldier laid infront of me, in tears but an emotionless look on his face.
I disconnect the restraints and he slides down the berth a bit. The scrape sound hurt my audials badly. My antennae jerk down in annoyance.
"Sh-shockwave?" He calls to me. I look into his black optics. "Mhm?" I acknowledge him. "Wierd request...---" "Anything. I'll listen." I interupt him. He looks up at me realizing that I'm perfectly fine with anything he says. And I am. I want him to feel safe around me. I want to be the father that Megatron never was for him. Soldier continues "Could you hold me for a bit?" I nod and he sits up. I slip my arm around his frame and my blaster under his legs. I lift him into my arms and sit on a nearby bench. Soldier pushes against me and closes his optics. I hum a soft tune and he slightly smiles, falling asleep. Primus sake I've never felt better emotionally. So this is what a father feels like?...... I love it.
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