Drable Drable
Title: Mercy
Rating: PG-13 - Angsty Fluff
Warnings: Crossfaction
Pairings: Blaster x Soundwave
Characters: Blaster, Soundwave, Hook, Ratchet. Mentions of Megatron, Rumble and Frenzy.
Summary: War can separate you physically from one another. But strong feelings will remain despite everything.
Notes: This is just a drable I wrote to cheer up a friend. I hope she likes it and makes her day suck a little less. But thought I'd share.
Not beta'ed so feel free to correct me.
"Y-You betrayed me..."
Words that stung far more than any physical injuries ever could. Pained tone forcing a dull ache into his own spark.
"W-Why?"
Would he understand? Would he believe his reasons?
"Wasn't... W-Wasn't I enough? S-Sound...wave?"
No! More than Enough!
A little, pained smile crept into the Autobot's scorched faceplates. "Why? Why did y-you... leave me?"
"Megatron."
"Is he... the one? He... can give you w-what I couldn't?" Blaster winced in pain, trying to ignore the pain and deft hands working on his middle.
"Rumble and Frenzy: in danger," the Decepticon's communications officer squeezed gently the dark gray hand between his navy blue ones. "Protection offered."
Before Blaster could ask further, Soundwave bent his head to nuzzle one of the horns protruding from the orange mech's helmet, prompting a soft moan from the fallen Autobot. The Decepticon pressed a hand to the other horn, using his unique psychic ability to allow him to see the events that led to his joining to the Decepticon faction. To protect his --their cassettes, salvage Rumble, who had been brutally attacked and cannibalized in Kaon.
Blaster winced both in physical pain and emotional distress, the image sent directly to his CPU of Rumble's body damaged and cannibalized upon, made his own spark ache with fear and anger at the same time. "S-Slaggers..."
Blaster asked no more questions, all he wanted to know was answered through the psychic link with Soundwave. The reason his lover had gone and joined the Decepticons, his fear of not being enough for Soundwave, his fear of his affection meaning nothing for the Decepticon anymore, and the promise that, come the morning, he would be back among the Autobots.
The Decepticon's Communications Officer stroked the helmet of his mate before he cast a questioning glance to Hook, who was currently mending the damage suffered by the Autobot.
"About another cycle before I'm done." Hook replied dryly. He was hauled from his quarters and dragged to some unknown location within the Nemesis to perform an emergency procedure on Blaster. "Megatron won't be happy when he finds out about this.
"Megatron will not find out." Soundwave shot a warning glare to the Decepticon medic. "Understood?"
"...Yeah." The constructicon knew two things about the Decepticons. Number one: you don't piss off Megatron if you value your existence. Number Two: You don't piss off Soundwave if you value your sanity.
After a couple of hours, Hook finished the basic repairs he could perform at the site, instructing Soundwave to take him back to his faction's headquarters. Soundwave wasted no time.
The next time Blaster came online, he was greeted by the sight of Ratchet. "Well, hello there. I thought we lost you for good. How are you feeling?"
"Like slag." Blaster chuckled softly, powering down his optics.
"Well, you look like slag, too. Seems someone did some basic patching on you." The medic cast a cautious glance to the orange mech.
"A friend."
Ratchet nodded and asked no further questions about this. He knew who this friend was, but that was something that didn't need to be spread among the Autobot ranks -not by himself at least. "Be careful the next time, Blaster. For his and your own sake."
"Duly noted, doc," Blaster cycled air heavily. "Who found me?"
"Don't worry, it was Ironhide. Get some more rest, your self repair systems are still at work." Ratchet patted the shoulder of the orange mech and smiled, turning his attention back to the monitors that overlooked Blaster's recovery.
"Thanks, Ratchet." Blaster began to fall back into recharge mode, for the first time in a long time, his spark felt at ease, knowing that, even in different factions and currently as rivals, Soundwave was still his.
Rating: PG-13 - Angsty Fluff
Warnings: Crossfaction
Pairings: Blaster x Soundwave
Characters: Blaster, Soundwave, Hook, Ratchet. Mentions of Megatron, Rumble and Frenzy.
Summary: War can separate you physically from one another. But strong feelings will remain despite everything.
Notes: This is just a drable I wrote to cheer up a friend. I hope she likes it and makes her day suck a little less. But thought I'd share.
Not beta'ed so feel free to correct me.
"Y-You betrayed me..."
Words that stung far more than any physical injuries ever could. Pained tone forcing a dull ache into his own spark.
"W-Why?"
Would he understand? Would he believe his reasons?
"Wasn't... W-Wasn't I enough? S-Sound...wave?"
No! More than Enough!
A little, pained smile crept into the Autobot's scorched faceplates. "Why? Why did y-you... leave me?"
"Megatron."
"Is he... the one? He... can give you w-what I couldn't?" Blaster winced in pain, trying to ignore the pain and deft hands working on his middle.
"Rumble and Frenzy: in danger," the Decepticon's communications officer squeezed gently the dark gray hand between his navy blue ones. "Protection offered."
Before Blaster could ask further, Soundwave bent his head to nuzzle one of the horns protruding from the orange mech's helmet, prompting a soft moan from the fallen Autobot. The Decepticon pressed a hand to the other horn, using his unique psychic ability to allow him to see the events that led to his joining to the Decepticon faction. To protect his --their cassettes, salvage Rumble, who had been brutally attacked and cannibalized in Kaon.
Blaster winced both in physical pain and emotional distress, the image sent directly to his CPU of Rumble's body damaged and cannibalized upon, made his own spark ache with fear and anger at the same time. "S-Slaggers..."
Blaster asked no more questions, all he wanted to know was answered through the psychic link with Soundwave. The reason his lover had gone and joined the Decepticons, his fear of not being enough for Soundwave, his fear of his affection meaning nothing for the Decepticon anymore, and the promise that, come the morning, he would be back among the Autobots.
The Decepticon's Communications Officer stroked the helmet of his mate before he cast a questioning glance to Hook, who was currently mending the damage suffered by the Autobot.
"About another cycle before I'm done." Hook replied dryly. He was hauled from his quarters and dragged to some unknown location within the Nemesis to perform an emergency procedure on Blaster. "Megatron won't be happy when he finds out about this.
"Megatron will not find out." Soundwave shot a warning glare to the Decepticon medic. "Understood?"
"...Yeah." The constructicon knew two things about the Decepticons. Number one: you don't piss off Megatron if you value your existence. Number Two: You don't piss off Soundwave if you value your sanity.
After a couple of hours, Hook finished the basic repairs he could perform at the site, instructing Soundwave to take him back to his faction's headquarters. Soundwave wasted no time.
The next time Blaster came online, he was greeted by the sight of Ratchet. "Well, hello there. I thought we lost you for good. How are you feeling?"
"Like slag." Blaster chuckled softly, powering down his optics.
"Well, you look like slag, too. Seems someone did some basic patching on you." The medic cast a cautious glance to the orange mech.
"A friend."
Ratchet nodded and asked no further questions about this. He knew who this friend was, but that was something that didn't need to be spread among the Autobot ranks -not by himself at least. "Be careful the next time, Blaster. For his and your own sake."
"Duly noted, doc," Blaster cycled air heavily. "Who found me?"
"Don't worry, it was Ironhide. Get some more rest, your self repair systems are still at work." Ratchet patted the shoulder of the orange mech and smiled, turning his attention back to the monitors that overlooked Blaster's recovery.
"Thanks, Ratchet." Blaster began to fall back into recharge mode, for the first time in a long time, his spark felt at ease, knowing that, even in different factions and currently as rivals, Soundwave was still his.