Precious
Title: 'Precious'
Rating: PG
'verse: AU, Dux Iaconiarum
Warnings: none
Summary: Risking execution, Soundwave takes something precious to Iacon.
Notes: Based off something I once spent a good majority of my time on (not so long ago actually) and thought, why waist? With some (major) editing, and swopping around I came up with this/these dabbles. Originally it had nothing related to the Transformers fandom. Something on the side for me to do while I'm not working on other stuff. As of now just one-shots/dabbles, not really chapters.
Been somewhat holding back posting this one but finally gave in. There originally was another section to this, but after going back and reading over it I really didn't like how it came out. Maybe later. Not beta'd so mistakes are likely.
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oOoOo
While agility necessarily wasn't his weak point, when it came to running to near exhaustion in the rain slicked streets with a small precious bundle in his grasp made it increasingly difficult. The rain was coming down hard against his frame than when he'd finally entered this city. It made the jacket he wore heavy and a burden. Thunder rumbled overhead momentarily followed by quick claps of lighting making loose gutters rattle around him. Despite the loud noise that normally scare a sparkling, the bundle in his arms remained still and silent. He'd given the small child in his arms a formula earlier before making his way into the cities foreboding towering walls and placed a small tab inside so the sparkling would stay in his recharge cycle longer than normal. While he didn't want to induce the child's recharge, it was necessary not just for his, but for both of their safety as well.
Pulling the dark thermal blanket more closely around the little one to keep him warm and dry, Soundwave pushed his sensors further as he ran keeping close the cold build walls and the shadows. Even though no one knew he was out here committing the crime, treason, it was only a matter of time before that was realization hit, back at Shiredinn. If not already. If everything went according to his plans they'd never know that it was him committing it.
He was Soundwave, commander of the Elite Royal Guard of Shiredinn's current 'Lord'. This crime was certainly punishable by death, whether he was the commander of the Elite Guard or not. It was crime against his own kingdom he had been sworn into so long ago.
He didn't, wouldn't ever regret what he was doing this night.
He had stood, seemly oblivious, long enough watching his once beautiful and proud home as it crumbled to the ground because of its 'lord's' selfishness and stupidity. No more. His limits had long since been met and strode over completely starting with this child in his arms. The only living heir to Shiredinn. That was what brought him here where he was now, risking everything. Risking his position as Commander of the Guards and his own life. As long as the child was safe, he really didn't care what happened to him in the end as a consequence.
Now, though, he really couldn't believe he'd actually put his plan into action. It just seemed surreal, but now, there was no turning back and he had no plans on it anyway. Getting this child to safety, or more correctly; into safe hands was his top priority above all else. The little one would no longer suffer at the hands of his supposed father. Soundwave cursed that mech's name. He had no right to call himself this child’s co-creator whether he was or not.
Rain still pouring down, Soundwave came to a halt and pressed his back against a wall, systems working hard. The cold outside around his person and the warmth he was generating was disrupting his systems. While the sparkling could generate his own warmth it wouldn't be enough. Soundwave didn't want the little one to become ill. That, neither of them needed.
Suddenly, something at the corner of his optics brought him back to the here and now. Tightening his grip around his cargo, he reached down and unlatched his pistol from around his left thigh that was hidden under his extra hip plating. Breathing out a heavy sigh sending a mist around his vents. Clipping the pistol back in place Soundwave watched a familiar form materialize in the mist from the heat vents in the alley way. Pulling up the cities map on his HUD, he hadn't realized he had already reached the meeting place.
"Soundwave."
The indigo mech watched the larger mech stride forward pulling out another mesh blanket as he approached and place it over the bundle in Soundwave's arms. Soundwave watched the larger mech intently and his every move only glancing down at the sparkling in his arms before looking back up. He'd seen a Prime before when he was younger but only from afar. That had been the previous Prime. This one, Optimus Prime, it was the second time as well in person. Despite that, he considered the Prime before him a friend, a respected one, no matter that they'd hardly carried out a full conversation yet. There was just something about the mechs presence that allowed Soundwave to trust him with the air that he brought around him. Those blue optics that where young but still very, very wise and knowing.
"He's in induced recharge?"
". . .Yes."
Soundwave watched in silence as the Iaconian Lord slide his large digits under the hem of the blanket to slightly reveal the little mechling underneath. As he'd said the little one was sound asleep optics offline completely content and trusting in the mech holding him. Even without light Optimus could still see the hints of thin yellow dermal platting that made up the mechling. Now that Optimus finally laid eyes on the little one did his small size become completely apparent.
Pushing the cloth back over the sparkling to keep him dry from the rain Soundwave gingerly handed Prime the sparkling into the mechs waiting large arms. He didn't want to, but knew it was for the best. He'd spent many a night carrying for the young one even though he wasn't suppose to. It wasn't a job that a Elite Sentinel was to partake, that was a job for caretakers. Soundwave didn't care, he'd taken the boy's care into his own hands. A bond naturally slowly started to be connected between the two. It was for that very reason he was here tonight.
"Bumblebee, correct?"
"Yes." Soundwave nodded handing the other a set of data-pads. "These contain everything you need to know about him."
Taking the two data-pads Optimus looked them over briefly before depositing them in his own sup-space.
Arms now empty Soundwave felt incomplete, anxious and really wasn't sure if the feelings should be natural or not. But he kept them wrapped tightly under a facade he'd worked and perfected many years ago. He was handing over something, someone, he'd watched over, protected, to a mech he barely personally knew. It bothered him that he felt that way. There was no doubt that he trusted Optimus Prime, the mech had given him no reason not to.
That and he'd never give something so precious to him away without being sure.
"Prime." Soundwave stated, "Please. Take care of him."
Soundwave's faceplate was hidden thoroughly by an impassive visor and mask. No emotions could get through whatsoever but Prime could hear the compassion and perhaps desperation in the indigo guardian's voice. He knew then how hard this moment was for the other mech without it being spoken or seen.
Nodding his head, "I will take care of him as you would. I will not let any harm come to him."
Putting his arm right below his square chestplate Soundwave bowed low in respect to The Prime. The bow was reserved for those of higher rank than his own. While Optimus was of higher rank he had no power over the guard because their kingdom's were separate for the other.
To give an 'outsider' that bow. . .Prime was honored and humbled.
"Thank you, Optimus Prime."
oOoOo
notes:
Shiredinn: One of the few kingdom's that Iacon and thus Optimus, does not control. Ruled under dictatorship by who I've yet to determine (and I kinda forgot ^^;)
Rating: PG
'verse: AU, Dux Iaconiarum
Warnings: none
Summary: Risking execution, Soundwave takes something precious to Iacon.
Notes: Based off something I once spent a good majority of my time on (not so long ago actually) and thought, why waist? With some (major) editing, and swopping around I came up with this/these dabbles. Originally it had nothing related to the Transformers fandom. Something on the side for me to do while I'm not working on other stuff. As of now just one-shots/dabbles, not really chapters.
Been somewhat holding back posting this one but finally gave in. There originally was another section to this, but after going back and reading over it I really didn't like how it came out. Maybe later. Not beta'd so mistakes are likely.
click:
oOoOo
While agility necessarily wasn't his weak point, when it came to running to near exhaustion in the rain slicked streets with a small precious bundle in his grasp made it increasingly difficult. The rain was coming down hard against his frame than when he'd finally entered this city. It made the jacket he wore heavy and a burden. Thunder rumbled overhead momentarily followed by quick claps of lighting making loose gutters rattle around him. Despite the loud noise that normally scare a sparkling, the bundle in his arms remained still and silent. He'd given the small child in his arms a formula earlier before making his way into the cities foreboding towering walls and placed a small tab inside so the sparkling would stay in his recharge cycle longer than normal. While he didn't want to induce the child's recharge, it was necessary not just for his, but for both of their safety as well.
Pulling the dark thermal blanket more closely around the little one to keep him warm and dry, Soundwave pushed his sensors further as he ran keeping close the cold build walls and the shadows. Even though no one knew he was out here committing the crime, treason, it was only a matter of time before that was realization hit, back at Shiredinn. If not already. If everything went according to his plans they'd never know that it was him committing it.
He was Soundwave, commander of the Elite Royal Guard of Shiredinn's current 'Lord'. This crime was certainly punishable by death, whether he was the commander of the Elite Guard or not. It was crime against his own kingdom he had been sworn into so long ago.
He didn't, wouldn't ever regret what he was doing this night.
He had stood, seemly oblivious, long enough watching his once beautiful and proud home as it crumbled to the ground because of its 'lord's' selfishness and stupidity. No more. His limits had long since been met and strode over completely starting with this child in his arms. The only living heir to Shiredinn. That was what brought him here where he was now, risking everything. Risking his position as Commander of the Guards and his own life. As long as the child was safe, he really didn't care what happened to him in the end as a consequence.
Now, though, he really couldn't believe he'd actually put his plan into action. It just seemed surreal, but now, there was no turning back and he had no plans on it anyway. Getting this child to safety, or more correctly; into safe hands was his top priority above all else. The little one would no longer suffer at the hands of his supposed father. Soundwave cursed that mech's name. He had no right to call himself this child’s co-creator whether he was or not.
Rain still pouring down, Soundwave came to a halt and pressed his back against a wall, systems working hard. The cold outside around his person and the warmth he was generating was disrupting his systems. While the sparkling could generate his own warmth it wouldn't be enough. Soundwave didn't want the little one to become ill. That, neither of them needed.
Suddenly, something at the corner of his optics brought him back to the here and now. Tightening his grip around his cargo, he reached down and unlatched his pistol from around his left thigh that was hidden under his extra hip plating. Breathing out a heavy sigh sending a mist around his vents. Clipping the pistol back in place Soundwave watched a familiar form materialize in the mist from the heat vents in the alley way. Pulling up the cities map on his HUD, he hadn't realized he had already reached the meeting place.
"Soundwave."
The indigo mech watched the larger mech stride forward pulling out another mesh blanket as he approached and place it over the bundle in Soundwave's arms. Soundwave watched the larger mech intently and his every move only glancing down at the sparkling in his arms before looking back up. He'd seen a Prime before when he was younger but only from afar. That had been the previous Prime. This one, Optimus Prime, it was the second time as well in person. Despite that, he considered the Prime before him a friend, a respected one, no matter that they'd hardly carried out a full conversation yet. There was just something about the mechs presence that allowed Soundwave to trust him with the air that he brought around him. Those blue optics that where young but still very, very wise and knowing.
"He's in induced recharge?"
". . .Yes."
Soundwave watched in silence as the Iaconian Lord slide his large digits under the hem of the blanket to slightly reveal the little mechling underneath. As he'd said the little one was sound asleep optics offline completely content and trusting in the mech holding him. Even without light Optimus could still see the hints of thin yellow dermal platting that made up the mechling. Now that Optimus finally laid eyes on the little one did his small size become completely apparent.
Pushing the cloth back over the sparkling to keep him dry from the rain Soundwave gingerly handed Prime the sparkling into the mechs waiting large arms. He didn't want to, but knew it was for the best. He'd spent many a night carrying for the young one even though he wasn't suppose to. It wasn't a job that a Elite Sentinel was to partake, that was a job for caretakers. Soundwave didn't care, he'd taken the boy's care into his own hands. A bond naturally slowly started to be connected between the two. It was for that very reason he was here tonight.
"Bumblebee, correct?"
"Yes." Soundwave nodded handing the other a set of data-pads. "These contain everything you need to know about him."
Taking the two data-pads Optimus looked them over briefly before depositing them in his own sup-space.
Arms now empty Soundwave felt incomplete, anxious and really wasn't sure if the feelings should be natural or not. But he kept them wrapped tightly under a facade he'd worked and perfected many years ago. He was handing over something, someone, he'd watched over, protected, to a mech he barely personally knew. It bothered him that he felt that way. There was no doubt that he trusted Optimus Prime, the mech had given him no reason not to.
That and he'd never give something so precious to him away without being sure.
"Prime." Soundwave stated, "Please. Take care of him."
Soundwave's faceplate was hidden thoroughly by an impassive visor and mask. No emotions could get through whatsoever but Prime could hear the compassion and perhaps desperation in the indigo guardian's voice. He knew then how hard this moment was for the other mech without it being spoken or seen.
Nodding his head, "I will take care of him as you would. I will not let any harm come to him."
Putting his arm right below his square chestplate Soundwave bowed low in respect to The Prime. The bow was reserved for those of higher rank than his own. While Optimus was of higher rank he had no power over the guard because their kingdom's were separate for the other.
To give an 'outsider' that bow. . .Prime was honored and humbled.
"Thank you, Optimus Prime."
oOoOo
notes:
Shiredinn: One of the few kingdom's that Iacon and thus Optimus, does not control. Ruled under dictatorship by who I've yet to determine (and I kinda forgot ^^;)