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Another piercing shrill screeching noise shattered the heavy atmosphere, debris and shrapnel comes flying through the air as an artillery round comes barreling in.

If your ears didn’t feel like they were stuffed with cotton you may have flinched from the noise, if you could feel anything anymore you are sure the sense of dread would be overwhelming. The sky above you was red and brown, like it was reflecting the blood split today.

Glancing around you wonder if this is the world's last mercy to you, for your short and sad life to end in such a way. Quiet and numb.

Ah, you want to cry but your eyes are too dry, were you really going to die without seeing him one last time? Would your last moments be just you pathetically recalling all your regrets? You should’ve just told him how you felt, everything feels so silly now. You can’t recall how you ended up here, barely hanging onto your consciousness as you imagine his indecipherable gaze.

Each breath you take took more effort than the last, you wanted to cough up but there’s still the barest hint of self preservation, if you cough you worry you’ll do more damage to your mangled body. You can only feel how cold you are now, but you let your memories keep you company as you feel death slowly embrace you.

You recalled your biggest regret, when you finally realized how you felt. As if it was happening before you, you can remember it vividly. The beams of sunlight as they danced across the seemingly neverending tree line. It was misty, which caused the light to refract all over and everything looked otherworldly.

The atmosphere at the base was tense, as usual things seem to get worse before they get better. In hopes of a change in pace for the bot, you’d taken him to an overlook that was high above the forest.

The silence between you was comfortable and expected, but when you turned to look at him, hoping to sneak a glance at the bot, he spoke something that pierced your heart.

“Facinating, how such beauty can be seen, in the seemingly mundane.” His low and even timbre caused gooseflesh to scatter across your skin. “Thank you for showing me that.”

Surprise was evident on your face, you never had a good poker face, there was a voice in the back of your head demanding more, you wanted him to keep talking forever and always. About anything he wanted.

However you pushed down your greed, feeling pride in even getting this far with him. You’d never heard his true voice before, he was firmly resolute in using artificial voices, you wouldn’t dare ask him why he allowed you, of all people, to hear his voice as you didn't want to press your luck.

Oh, Soundwave.

His frame was a sight for sore eyes, free of overcomplicated designs and with a pleasantly simple color scheme. You adored everything about the bot, his insistent need to watch and listen, document. He is diligent, and adaptable, you never thought he would change sides but he did. He was doing his best to make up for his past mistakes, and it made you heart clench whenever you would see him fall to his knees for his cassettes. Soundwave was a complex bot, and you know you would never truly be able to understand everything about him. However you have a selfish hope that you were able to provide him even the smallest amount of reprieve. That he wouldn't feel dread when you would seek him out and talk his audials off. That he found you at least somewhat tolerable amongst the many human allies the autobots have.

Yes this memory was bittersweet, before you could reminisce more, the crushing sensation of the end started to take place. You could no longer feel your hands and legs, your eyelids felt heavy. Everything felt so hard, breathing and living was taking more effort than you could provide any longer.

‘One more time’ you thought, you wanted to see him one more time.

Your eyelids fall closed, a haze clouding your vision. Trying to blink away whatever it was in your vision, you see a blazing ruby red. Not unlike Soundwaves visor. Shock hits you with that sudden realization, and like the last burst of energy of a light bulb about to fade out, your vision clears as you look up to Soundwave.

His voice, you can feel his voice through the vibrations in the air. Alas you can’t hear him, your eyebrows pinch together. Through the pain, you lift your head up to see him better, your broken arm reaches out to him.

Your vision starts to blur again as the tears you thought you couldn't produce anymore burst forth, oh you must look pathetic to him.

That doesn't matter now though, you know you’re far too gone to save. You see him falling to his knees, his hands are shaking as they hesitate to move you.

If you want to speak your peace you have to cough up the blood that's pooled in your throat. Your breath has a rattle like noise as you hack up, just as you suspected you felt an incredibly uncomfortable pop, as you coughed.

An indescribable sensation of peace comes over you at that moment, Soundwave disengaged his visor and battle mask, allowing you to finally see his face. Oh no, you don’t want to leave him now with that sad face of his.

He gets closer to allow you to touch him like you want, he is as gentle as he can be with your crushed hand.

With your last breath, you look into his optics, a broken smile wheels across your face. “I love you.”

Your heart feels light, as your body slowly starts to shut down, you know you don’t have long now. Losing the will to hold on anymore, you shut your eyes.

At least your last memory was of his handsome face, you wanted to laugh but you couldn't breathe anymore. The cough caused you to dislodge the broken rib that had pierced your lungs, with nothing to stop it, the blood poured in.

Soundwave was only able to watch, as the light in your eyes faded and the life of your body left. He wondered why those around him always seemed to suffer in his place. This was not your war, nor your sins to bear. Yet you’d stayed by his side and fought for him and his kind.

He sat back on his peds, feeling as if all the energon in his lines had been drained out. A memory of something you had said before comes across his processor, you had been talking about a book or comic you had read recently.

Reincarnation or being born again, something of that nature. Your lively face comes to mind, your hair bouncing around as you tell him the story of love and death and finding their soulmates after death. He was never one to humor fantasy stories, but you were so enamored by it that he couldn’t see any harm. No if fact he was very thankful the author made the story, if only to see your happy expression. You’d said something that didn’t stand out at the time, but maybe his bleeding spark just needs some inkling of hope.

You faced away from him, looking out the window to the dark of the night, “If such a thing were to happen to me, I’d be sure to find you!” Turning towards him you were flushed, and had a goofy grin on, “Promise.”

While he knew what you said was illogical, he couldn’t help but be touched by the sentiment. Would you really stay true to those words? Would you find him despite all odds, across time or space. Could you overcome death for him?

No, he wouldn’t let himself be driven into another corner like this. You were dead. It was his fault and he would have to bear the weight of losing you until Primus finally grants him the mercy of his own death.

He re-engaged his battle mask and visor, picking himself up, and carrying your body out of the wreckage. He would ensure you are buried somewhere quiet and beautiful.

Somewhere he thought you would like, and alongside you, he would bury his feelings.

No matter how much time and space passes between you and him, he will always ensure you aren’t lonely. He would remember you until he ceases to be. He recalls your light like you were his repentance for all his wrong doings. As if his suffering would undo all the bad.

Time would pass and he too would sacrifice himself for others, finally finding his purpose and an ability to set things right.

What a small price to pay, but if only he could bring back your light. Soundwave wished to Primus at his last moments, to grant you mercy, he would give his spark and everything else up just to allow you a chance again.

However fate always has a funny way of doing things, even without these simple beings dying left and right the universe always has a balance. Where there is life there is death, there cannot be joy and happiness if there is no suffering, what is wronged will eventually be right.

An unknown amount of time passes, and somewhere a clock that was once thought to be broken beyond repair, begins to slowly tick again. Tick.. tick.. tick..

The piercing noise of an alarm cuts through the silence of the once silent room. On the corner of an unkempt vanity, the red flicker of a light blinks to life.

He was slow to online, the foreign sensation of existing far too much and too fast for his processor to comprehend. Soundwave's vision clicks to life, and all too suddenly he’s being thrown far too many notifications and sensations.

He never expected to awake again.

When he gave his life he knew nothing was left, his frame and spark would’ve been reduced to nothing but particles and ash. His gaze bounced around in hopes of getting some answers. It takes him no time at all to realize he’s unable to move his frame, but he still feels the sensations, as if he was standing still of his own will.

With delayed notice his attention was grabbed when he saw a large body drag itself out of bed, Soundwave was glad he wasn’t able to move at the moment. He’s confident he wouldn’t have been able to not shuffle back at the sheer size of the human in front of him.

What is going on? He’s quick to recognize that he is in a human residence, the presumed owner, was shuffling out of said room at a slow pace.

He could hear a yawn bouncing off the walls as they traveled further into the building.

Soundwave tries his best but he's not able to control his body, frustrated and confused he is stuck trying to make sense of his predicament based on his surroundings.

When the human returns, they are just out of his visual field and he's unable to clearly see their face.

He cursed his existence as he felt wholly out of control, there was suddenly a vibration being sent out on whatever surface he was standing upon.

A grumbled groan comes out of the human, as they finally come into view. Alas they had a towel covering their face, as they scrubbed aggressively. Perhaps in an attempt to wake up?

Soundwave isn't sure but he'd appreciate it if they'd pick up their device, the vibration on his frame was incredibly jarring.

A quick snatch and a press of a screen and the human is pressing the device to their ear, turning away from Soundwave's view just as they dropped the towel from their face.

“Yes?” They replied, exhaustion heavy in their voice.

Soundwave with all his superior abilities, was able to hear the voice at the other end of the line clearly.

“Oh my god, did you just wake up?” A feminine voice accused pointedly.

A grunt of affirmation was the humans response.

She scoffed, “I set this up for you weeks ago! You bitch, you'd better not stand him up!”

Soundwave had a strange feeling in his spark, as the human he was currently looking at was just barely moving around enough for him to get a good look at.

He could barely see the side of an eyebrow ridge, the tip of a nose, just a hint of their cheek.

Yet the slightest view, made his spark jolt in his chassis.

He must be insane, there's no way.

He denies the facts laid out before him as his wishful thinking.

There's no way, he didn't deserve this.

He didn't deserve you— and before he can complete his self-deprecating train of thought, your beautiful, loud and genuine laugh breaks the silence in the room.

You fully turn towards him, your eyes crinkled in mirth, you looked tired but a good tired. One where it's because you slept too well and too long, your cheeks were full and healthy. You'd looked even more beautiful than he'd remembered.

His spark could stop functioning right this moment and he'd still be the happiest bot Cybertron ever knew.

Whilst Soundwave was currently developing a new religion dedicated to you, you were busy being an absolute menace to your friend.

“Girl, relax. I'll make it in time, but uh-honestly I'm not looking forward to this.” You sighed as you went about your room gathering all your articles of clothing for this blind date.

She whined at your lackluster response, “Just give him a chance! You can't keep complaining about being single and then refusing to date anyone!”

She got you there, you mutter to yourself under your breath. “Yes, yes I know! It's just…” you begin, moving away from the clothes laid out on your bed to your vanity, your eyes jump up to the lone figure standing tall amongst other nick-knacks, “I dunno, they just don't feel like the one, you know?” You finish lamely, as you sit yourself onto your vanity chair.

Your hand goes up to trace the figure, a single digit pokes his peds, and gently trails up to trace the edges and planes. Until you reach his chest piece, which you gently run your finger across mindlessly admiring his features.

“How would you know that if you don't give them a fuckin’ chance?” she curtly rebuked.

Snorting at your friend's crass nature, you heave a silent sigh, “Yeah, yeah! Ok, I'll try. That's all I can promise.” You relent not wanting to have to explain this weird feeling in your heart that's not even concrete to yourself.

She mirrored your sigh, “At least try to get laid—God knows you need to loosen your bitch ass up.”

You giggled at her, “Shuddup!’ you roll your eyes as if she can see you, “I'll keep you posted, I'll send you my location just in case your mystery guy turns out to be Ted Bundy or some shit.”

She gasps at your comment, “If I knew someone as hot as him I'd save him for myself!”

“Ugh, I'm not going to even begin to try to reply to that hot mess of a statement. Goodbye you freak! I'll keep you posted.” You're quick to hang up, mostly because you really need to get ready and if you don't hang up on her now you'll never be ready in time.

You make quick work of getting yourself all dolled up, wearing a tastefully sexy outfit that's got enough layers to help conceal yourself in case he turns out to be not worth the effort.

With a final swipe of a red lipstick, you slip your shoes on and grab your phone. Your finger taps against his ped on accident as you grabbed your phone in a haste. Causing him to lose balance and tip over, “Oh shoot!” You whisper-shout to yourself, as you quickly wrap a hand around him so he doesn't fall and disassemble himself.

You're quick to right him back on his feet. and take a quick moment to admire him once more. You feel your lip twitch, as a sudden impulsive thought comes to mind.

A smile slowly wheeled across your face, as you leaned down your face coming in close to his, “I bet he won't be as handsome as you, Soundwave.” you place a soft kiss over his face plate. A large smudge of lipstick stain is left in its wake.

A light giggle leaves you, as at times like this, even you are baffled by how silly you are.

Feeling goofy and a little bit amorous, you finally gather all your items and leave your house. Your heart is light and for the first time you feel like maybe this will be the night.

With hope in your heart, you turn the keys in your car over and drive to the agreed upon destination. Without the slightest inclination of the flustered and confused bot you left in the wake of your departure.

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