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STAY A LITTLE LONGER

TRANSFORMERS PRIME ONE-SHOT

Summary: Megatron had finally recovered from his coma and everything seemed to return back to normal in the Nemesis. But while he was glad to have his leader back, that was not enough for one Decepticon…

Pairing: MegaSound (Megatron/Soundwave) [Transformers Prime]

Warnings: None! Just lay back and enjoy the fluff :)

Word count: 3.7k

English isn't my first language. Sorry in advance for any grammatical error.

Megatron walked across the Nemesis halls, his footsteps reasonating across the ship. From time to time, he encountered a pair of Decepticons, they would greet him and continue their ways.

Since he had woken up from his coma, the other Decepticons treated him with more respect and fear than before, and that was saying something when talking about fearing Megatron. Maybe having witnessed Megatron’s strength and resilience by surviving the impossible had brought back an old admiration that many in the Decepticons had lost time ago, especially after him disappearing for three years in space.

As he walked through the empty hallways, Megatron spotted the coming slender figure of Soundwave, his most loyal and fearsome warrior.

He hadn’t said it out loud, but he had missed Soundwave a lot. As they got closer, Megatron could feel his spark beating faster. Soundwave’s sighting was enough to make him feel like that.

When they finally encountered each other in the middle of the hallway, both stopped in their tracks. Megatron’s crimson optics stared at Soundwave’s visor, his spark accelerating with each second that passed.

“Soundwave” Megatron greeted the communications officer softly. The Decepticon returned the salute with a head nod.

They both looked at each other for some moments, in complete silence. Megatron opened his mouth, trying to formulate something, but nothing came out. He started to walk away but, suddenly, he felt something pulling his hand.

Megatron looked down and saw Soundwave’s fingers holding his hand tightly. The red optics then changed their focus to the Decepticon that refused to let go; Soundwave was giving his back to Megatron but his posture gave the Decepticon leader an idea of what was happening.

“Soundwave?” Megatron asked, their hands still joined in a tight grab. “Do you want to tell me something?”

Soundwave turned around to look at his leader. There was a second of silence before Soundwave let go of Megatron’s hand and, before the leader could say anything, laid his visor in Megatron’s chest with his arms dropped.

Surprised at first, he let Soundwave lay on his chest for a few minutes; it had been a long time since Megatron had such a close interaction with Soundwave and he could feel a warming but comforting sensation rising up inside his chest. Megatron put his hand under Soundwave’s visor to lift his head up and looked at him.

“Now, Soundwave, what is it that you want from me?” Megatron asked. “It’s not usual of you to be this needy.”

Soundwave made a click and played an audio of someone else’s voice.

“Together” Soundwave played the recording as he moved his head to the side, indicating that he wanted to go somewhere else.

Megatron stared at him for a few minutes, thinking about the proposition that had been made to him.

“I see… You want to spend time with me, am I right?” A quick nod from Soundwave confirmed Megatron’s assumption. He smiled. “And I can correctly assume you have already planned out all of the activities you wish to do with me today?”

Another nod was Soundwave’s response, Megatron made a noise of satisfaction.

“Oh, my dear Soundwave…” He let go of Soundwave’s visor slowly. The communications officer leaned his head forwards just to feel Megatron's touch for a little longer on his chin. A silver claw caressed the black visor before letting go. “Let's get out of here.”

. . .

Soundwave and Megatron, both in their alternate modes, flew together across the clouds and the infinite blue sky. It was sunny outside, but some gray clouds in the distance threatened to cover the light with rain and lightning.

They were side by side, with Megatron following each change of direction Soundwave made. A growing curiosity invaded Megatron, who’s mind started to wander around the possibilities of what his communications officer had planned for them that day.

What could possibly this planet made of dirt have that picked Soundwave’s interest, to the point he wanted to share it with him?

The silent Decepticon started to descend and Megatron followed him. They were heading to a canon full of steam, making the visibility a little harder as they landed slowly. As the ground came closer, Megatron managed to spot several pools; he assumed those were the reason for the exaggerated amount of steam there was around them.

With a quick move, both Decepticons transformed back into their normal forms. They had landed in the ground of rock above the giant cloud, just some meters away from a fall that, if someone slipped into it, could lead to serious damage.

Soundwave looked back at Megatron, almost as if he was expecting permission from his leader to continue on his plan, or, maybe, he just wanted to check up on him.

Whatever it was, Megatron nodded and followed Soundwave as they started to crawl deeper and deeper into the canon. Megatron raised an eyebrow, now more curious than ever to see what Soundwave was planning and why he had brought him there.

It took a while, but finally they were able to walk into a natural path of rocks that the time had formed. Soundwave turned around to look at his leader and pointed to something. Megatron’s optics followed his hand and saw the reason why Soundwave wanted to come here with him.

Just a little below them there was a giant hot spring, big enough to fit at least ten robots inside of it. Warm steam came out, surrounding Megatron and Soundwave, leaving a nice sensation in their systems.

“Reminds me of the oil baths back at Cybertron” Megatron turned to look at Soundwave with a grin. “Now I understand why you wanted to bring me here.”

He moved his head, inviting the other Decepticon to go in with him. Megatron slowly but surely jumped into the warm waters, feeling a complete relaxation of his structure; he closed his perceptors. Soundwave followed shortly.

“Oh, this feels good…” said Megatron as he lowered his head, letting only the superior half of his face above the water. “Won’t you agree, Soundwave?”

Megatron opened his eyes again, and found a cube of energon in front of him; he raised his body again and grabbed it with curiosity. Megatron looked at Soundwave for an explanation, but saw that the other Decepticon had also a cube of energon to drink himself. The leader grinned.

“Ha! You really planned this out, didn’t you?” Megatron said before sipping the beverage.

. . .

They spent hours in the springs. Megatron and Soundwave, reunited once again, spend the time talking (this more on Megatron’s part), watching old recordings and enjoying each other’s company.

The warm ambient along with the calming sounds around them made both Decepticons forget all of their worries and stress. It was almost as if the war and constant battles against the Autobots were nonexistent, that Megatron never disappeared for three years and that his coma never happened. It was just them and that’s all they could care for.

Soundwave was laying on Megatron's chest, snuggling and holding onto his leader with his long arms as Megatron caressed his black visor with one of his claws. He was purring softly, creating small vibrations that reached Soundwave’s spark, making him feel complete and in calm once more. The Decepticon buried his head into the warlord’s chest as much as he could; how much he had missed him…

“Soundwave…” purred Megatron, picking up Soundwave’s attention. He lifted his head to watch his leader, but kept holding Megatron, refusing the idea of letting go of him even a second.

Megatron leaned his head and landed a soft, delicate kiss on Soundwave’s forehead, making the other Decepticon’s spark beat faster in joy.

They stayed like that for a few more minutes. It wasn’t until the sun had started to set in the horizon when both robots crawled out of the spring. Water dropped from their bodies, leaving a trail behind them as they walked away from the canon.

“That was good,” said Megatron, looking at his partner beside him. “What's next?”

Before Soundwave could show to Megatron what he had in mind, a shot from a blaster flew just barely above their heads.

Megatron turned quickly to look where the fire had come, unconsciously putting himself in front of Soundwave in a protective stand, charging his cannon while his perceptors analyzed the surroundings, looking for threats. Soundwave also changed his position, ready to attack anything that dared to hurt Megatron.

There was a second of dead silence before multiple shots were fired against the Decepticons. Megatron reciprocated the fire, blasting his cannon against the bushes where the attackers were shooting.

“We are too exposed here!” Megatron yelled at Soundwave, seeing a blue shadow run to the other side as a yellow blur went the opposite direction. They had been expecting them. “Soundwave, retreat!”

Soundwave wanted to disobey for a second, to put himself before Megatron and gain time for his leader to escape.

But as always, he did as Megatron said. Soundwave ran off and, with a swift jump, he transformed into his alternate mode before flying away.

For a moment, he heard nothing but the fire of the ongoing battle behind. For a moment, he was alone once more. For a moment, he didn’t feel Megatron.

Then, suddenly, after crossing the sky full of doubt, Soundwave finally heard another jet behind him. The familiar roar of Megatron's motors made his spark gain calm again.

Both Decepticons flew back to the Nemesis in silence, side by side.

. . .

“Those damn Autobots... It almost seems that they have nothing else to do, other than bothering me.”

Megatron had been injured in the battle against the Autobots. As he tried to avoid Bumblebee’s quick fire that aimed for his head, a shot from Arcee had landed on his arm, leaving a nasty black burn on it.

Knockout had checked him up immediately (to Soundwave’s insistence) and said it would eventually fade out, since it wasn’t as serious as it seemed at first. Still, the surprise attack, plus Starscream's comments on the situation, had ruined Megatron’s good mood. Now he was in his personal quarters, sitting on his berth with Soundwave, as the communications officer took a look at his newly adquired injury.

Megatron growled before looking at Soundwave. His third-in-command had been just staring at his arm, carefully pressing his thin fingers on the black mark, trying to comfort his leader. Megatron’s gaze softened at the view; with his other arm, he put his hand on Soundwave’s chin, lifting up his head so he could talk to him.

“I hope you aren’t very upset about what happened, Soundwave” said Megatron. Soundwave didn’t nod or shake his head, but Megatron could read that his partner wasn't pleased about how things had turned out with his plan, probably feeling guilty about his burn mark. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Soundwave just laid his head on Megatron’s shoulder as an answer. The leader corresponded by pulling him closer with his arm, feeling the warmth of Soundwave’s chest. They stayed in that position for a few minutes, without saying anything.

A loud thunder striked in the sky, the sound echoing inside the room. Megatron and Soundwave raised their heads, hearing the rain from the outside pouring against the walls of the ship, creating a constant tapping on the walls.

The leader looked down, where Soundwave continued to look away, listening to the rain. His posture was more relaxed than moments before the thunder and his focus seemed to be finally on something else that wasn’t the warlord’s injury.

Megatron then had an idea:

"Let’s go, Soundwave," he said to his partner. The communications officer lifted his visor, staring at Megatron curious. Megatron got up from the berth and inclined his head, inviting Soundwave to follow him. "I have an idea you might enjoy."

Soundwave just nodded before leaving the berth and walked out from the dark room along with Megatron.

. . .

The door of the Nemesis’ roof opened and both cybertronians walked out. The rain poured intensely with lightning painting the sky with white for a second before a loud thunder clashed.

“This noise makes you believe that you were back in the middle of Kaon’s arena, won’t you agree, Soundwave?” Megatron extended his arms, letting the rain fall against his body. The noise sounded exactly as a roaring audience, full of cybertronians that demanded a bloody spectacle.

Soundwave looked at his leader. The combined noise of the pouring water and thunder transported the communications officer back to the first time he and Megatron met, when they were the best gladiators of all Kaon, feared and adored by other bots who looked up at them with shine in their optics.

Who would have thought that his most brutal combat that ended in a draw had been the best thing that could have happened to him? If he hadn’t fought Megatron that day, he would have never met the cybertronian he would give his life for.

Megatron turned around, with a smile painted all over his face. He leaned over his body, adquiring a fighting stance.

“If I know something to cheer you up,” yelled Megatron above the rain, moving his hands towards him, inviting Soundwave to engage in combat, “is a good training session!”

Soundwave stared at him for a couple of seconds. Then, his posture went from his usual calmness to a more predatory and alert position. He extended his feet with force, stomping the ground: Soundwave had accepted Megatron’s challenge.

“Come on, Soundwave!” Megatron was filled with joy and excitement. “Give me your best move!”

Soundwave stayed still for a few seconds, analyzing the situation. Then, as fast as lightning illuminated the sky around them, he charged towards Megatron at full speed. The warlord had seconds to block Soundwave’s attack, covering with his arms as the communication’s officer lashed out with quick and spontaneous hits.

The Decepticon leader smiled with surprise. He knew that Soundwave was fast; back at their days in the Pits of Kaon, Megatron always found himself impressed by how Soundwave used his speed to take advantage over his opponents.

But now, he was surprised how faster Soundwave had gotten. His new slender frame let the Decepticon to move at an impossible speed, allowing him to launch multiple punches and dodge every attack that Megatron tried to land on him.

“You haven’t lost the touch, Soundwave!” Megatron grined. With a quickmove, he stopped a punch from the other Decepticon mid air. His red optics shinned in excitement. “But I’m still full of surprises.”

Grabbing him with both of his hands, Megatron raised his third-in-command above his head and slammed both of their bodies against the Nemesis’ roof.

Soundwave recovered quickly, regaining freedom of his arm. Taking advantage of Megatron’s lower position, Soundwave grabbed his leader’s hand and twisted his arm behind the gladiator's back.

“Argh!” Megatron growled in pain. He moved his leg, kicking Soundwave down, freeing his arm from the communications officer's grab. As Soundwave tried to get up, Megatron launched himself against the Decepticon.

Their bodies clashed against each other and rolled around the metal roof, trapped in a ball of punches and kicks. Both tried to bring the other down, but their strength and combat skills were immaculate, making a cycle of back and forth between Soundwave and Megatron, both trying to win the battle.

Suddenly, Sundwave managed to get Megatron off him, throwing him to the ground. But before he could move away, the leader grabbed him by the leg and dragged him down, the Decepticon landing at his side.

Both cybertronians stared at each other, their bodies dropping the water from the rain that continued to fall on them.

Then, Megatron started laughing, covering his face as he giggled uncontrollably. Soundwave remained silent but his visor projected the image of a smiley face, showing that he shared the same emotion as his partner.

“Another tie!” Megatron crackled. “I should have expected that!”

The Decepticon continued laughing for a couple of seconds before getting up off the ground. Megatron offered his hand to Soundwave and helped the communications officer get up, pulling him easily.

“That was intense” Megatron’s legs felt weak after all of that combat and his arms were heavy. “How are you?”

Soundwave just nodded, as he analized his leader, his visor going up and down. Realizing Megatron's tiredness, the Decepticon offered support to his leader by putting his partner's arm on his shoulders, giving a better stability to Megatron.

If any other bot had made the same action, this would have enraged the warlord beyond words; showing weakness was something he despised with all his spark and reciprocated with violence to anyone that dared to think he was vulnerable.

But Soundwave was different. He always respected Megatron’s boundaries, not abusing his trust and supporting him as much as he could.

He felt safe around Soundwave.

“That’s enough water for one day,” said Megatron, closing his optics as the rain continued to pour down on them. He laid his head on Soundwave’s shoulder, letting his partner guide him back to his quarters. He purred, satisfied. “We should rest a little now…”

Soundwave was as quiet as always, but now walked with a more peaceful step, letting Megatron support his weight on him as they both got inside. He made a soft click and started playing an old cybertronian song that both him and Megatron used to listen under the pits of Kaon, waiting for the next combat to begin.

As they walked together across the Nemesis, exhausted from the training session, a reassuring, warm feeling filled their sparks. No words were needed to know how much they valued each other’s company.

. . .

Knockout wandered around the Nemesis, on his way to Megatron’s personal chambers. As a doctor, he had the responsibility of checking on his patients from time to time after an injury, even if they didn’t consider it necessary. He knew that Megatron probably wouldn’t be pleased to see him at such late hours, but he preferred to be denied and just walk back to his laboratory than to be seen by Megatron as an unprofessional bot.

He finally spotted the door to Megatron’s quarters. Knockout walked without rush to them, just wanting to finish quickly and go back to his own stuff.

“Lord Megatron, I have come to check on your injury” explained the doctor as he knocked on the metal door, making an echo that resonated a little bit more than usual in the empty corridors.

There was no response from the other side. Knockout was expecting that.

“I will leave if you don’t want a check-up,” said Knockout, “but as a doctor, I highly recommend doing–”

Taking him by surprise, the metal door opened as he was finishing talking. Knockout was confused at first, having not expected Megatron to agree, but quickly recovered his laid-back composture and walked in.

“Sorry to interrupt your rest, Lord Megatron, but it is my duty to check on–”

Knockout stopped right on his tracks.

In front of him, was the fearsome warlord laying on his berth with his perceptors closed. Megatron slept in such deep slumber that not even an explosion could have woke him up at that moment. His chest went up and down, creating a soft growl as it slowly moved.

Seeing his master, usually a brutal and merciless figure, in such a vulnerable position was a rare, and even strange, sight to Knockout. One thing was seeing Megatron in a coma, with his expression still but constantly frowned, making Megatron intimidating even while being unconscious.

But this. This was different.

Knockout’s initial surprise made the doctor only focus on Megatron at first, but now he realized that he wasn’t alone in the room:

Caressing the Decepticon leader’s head that laid in his lap, Soundwave was staring at Knockout. Even in the darkness of the room, the doctor could perfectly distinguish Soundwave’s visor, reflecting his image slightly.

“Soundwave…!” Knockout almost yelled the name because of his surprise, but quickly remembered Megatron’s sleeping presence and quieted down to a whisper. “Sorry, I... I didn’t know you were here.”

He received no response from Soundwave. The communications officer just kept staring at the doctor, making him feel a little nervous.

Knockout cleared his throat, remembering the reason why he was there in the first place.

“I just wanted to check up on Lord Megatron’s arm, it is my job after all.”

Soundwave looked in his usual silence at Knockout until, after a couple of seconds, he just pointed his view down, where Megatron was laying his injured arm, his hand looked as if he was trying to reach something in his sleep.

Knockout took that as a signal to approach. He walked up to them and kneeled to inspect the injury, his optics moving along the burn, analyzing how it had developed since the initial diagnosis.

“Everything seems fine,” said Knockout, pulling himself up. Soundwave followed his movements, “it was just external damage, nothing too bad, especially for our leader.”

Soundwave made a simple nod, followed by more silence between the two robots; the only noise in the room was Megatron’s breathing. Knockout took Soundwave’s silent stare as a sign he had to go now; he had done his job and there was no other reason why he had to stay more. It almost felt as if he had interrupted something sacred and had to leave to restore it.

Knockout cleared his throat again and started walking away.

“I’ll should go now… Goodnight, Soundwave” Knockout waved at the communications officer. As he was at the doorstep, he looked back at the pair.

Megatron had pulled himself closer to Soundwave, now grabbing one of his hands with his own bigger claws while his body curled more against the slender body of his partner. Soundwave had started to caress Megatron again, but kept an eye on Knockout.

The doctor just looked away and left the room in complete silence. The door closed behind him as soon as he stepped out of the chambers and both Decepticons were only at each other’s company again.

Soundwave slowly pulled himself down with Megatron on the berth. As he curled to recharge, feeling Megatron’s arm slowly pulling him closer into the cuddle, Soundwave felt complete.

He no longer feared losing Megatron to a coma, to the Autobots or to the infinite space outside the Nemesis. He was with Megatron again, and, as his consciousness faded, entering the recharging state, Soundwave felt happy, safe in Megatron’s arms.

He tilted his visor, closing the gap between his face and Megatron’s chest and fell into a deep slumber.

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