"Pardon my difficulty to hold on." (Y/N) was irritable still, and her sentence held more than just a simple drip of sarcasm. 

     Soundwave did not appreciate it, this familiarity with him. The sarcasm was well placed, considering he had abruptly plucked her from the Autobot medic's grasp and flew off with her grappling on to his wing. He had no cockpit as most fliers with an Earth based model did, as he had chosen a pilotless drone. It was the only one that suited his T-cog. He would have preferred his Cybertronian model, but to remain hidden from human attentions he made the necessary sacrifice.

         "My apologies." The woman composed herself, brushing her hair back and loosening the knots caused by being windswept from having been launched into the air and then falling to near doom. "I'm afraid I do not understand why I have been taken. I have received no message from you, nor Knockout, not even Megatron, though I doubt he'd bother himself."

     Soundwave wasn't quite so sure anymore. The war lord had begun to praise her work, whether she knew it or not. He might be likely to contact her directly if he truly saw reason for it. Instead, he found that it was himself who had no real reason. No real reason to take the human femme cradled in his servo, anyway. He wanted answers, that was for certain. Answers on why their lives had apparently synchronized to being in the same places at the same times. Similar injuries, even, perhaps thoughts and, though he dreaded it, feelings. His visor was still cracked, and the wound on her head had reopened. He also noted that her optics continued to flicker as she continuously blinked.

         -/Optics/Pained/-

He decided to observe.

         "Optics-" she whispered, nearly dreamily as she shook her tiny helm. "No. I had used them to filter a virus placed by Ratchet from Laserbeak into them."

     Soundwave halted his usual plod down the corridors of the Nemesis. A virus? And she did not believe it should be mentioned earlier?

         "I'm afraid I had to hack into Laserbeak's systems to filter the offending programming. I must apologize for the intrusion. I hope I had not tampered with anything delicate."

         :Did she?: Soundwave felt this would require direct communication with his symbiote.

         :I feel nothing amiss,: his friend admitted, :Soundwave, (Y/N) saved us from this humiliation. Shouldn't that be rewarded?:

     Somehow Soundwave knew he did not mean the renewing of her optics. The virus had certainly caused damage to their inner workings since it would not be able to be used properly. Fixing them would be near impossible. But replacing them was an easier feat, and a necessity. Telling Megatron would be ideal, and he would certainly give this human a reward, of which might be her life, and the promise not to terminate her that day, but that was quite a gift amongst the Decepticons.

         "Megatron will want to know my purpose back on the war ship," (Y/N) noted, "and why you have brought me, of all bots."

     He could hear her curiosity oozing from her lips. Either she was losing her usual wall of emotional protection, or she was letting it slip out like freshly liquified energon on purpose.

         "I, myself, would like to know."

     Irrational. Utterly irrational and Soundwave had succumbed to such a strange impulse. He was not used to acting without having a set purpose. He simply wanted the woman cradled in his servo. He didn't remember missing the flesh creature while she was absent, so this was most irregular, especially for him.

         :Do not scold yourself for something I had suggested.: Laserbeak tugged at their bond. :It is I who should be at fault for this. If I had not allowed myself to be shot down-:

         :No.: Soundwave stated harshly between them. :You performed well.:

     He could only come to one conclusion, and that was whatever connection he had with this human, it was becoming far more powerful with each passing day. If it continued, there may be a point in time they could not stand to be apart from one another. 

     Soundwave couldn't afford that.

         -/Unfortunate/Situations lead to/Unfortunate ends/- The Decepticon TIC finally answered the waiting (Y/N), who rose a brow.

         "An unfortunate situation?" She inquired. "I'm afraid I don't follow."

     This confirmed that she was unaware of their synchronized lives. Soundwave understood that she was human, after all, and these strange occurrences were not exactly normal among her kind. This was most likely a Cybertronian specific ailment.

         -/Synchronized/Living/- 

     This answer apparently was not received with understanding as they entered the bow and control room of the Nemesis. Megatron waited patiently for his most trusted to deliver his prize, raising on optic brow when he spied the human woman as well. He took the weapon from Soundwave's lithe servo and nodded.

         "And you have brought the human, (Y/N)." He recalled her name once more, earning a raised brow from the woman still cradled in Soundwave's servo. She said nothing of it, however. "I don't recall summoning you. I will assume Soundwave has another motive to your capture?"

         "I'm afraid even I have been left in the dark on the matter," (Y/N) responded, her head twitching abruptly as her optics flickered, "other than the obvious ailment."

         "Your optics were damaged?" Megatron was not impressed, but when Soundwave's visor, though cracked, lit up, an explanation was given through (Y/N)'s previous statement.

         -/I had used them to filter a virus placed by Ratchet to Laserbeak into them/-

         "Knockout did not equip you with hacking technology," the war lord growled, "how were you able to achieve this?"

         "I amplified my messaging system and forced a two-way connection." She explained further. "This allowed me to intercept the transmission of the virus. I guess you could say that I caught it in midair."

     The expression on Megatron's face was certainly one (Y/N) would remember as his optics widened, and his intake fell by a fraction in his surprise. He glanced to Soundwave, who nodded, knowing this was true. Though she had completely destroyed the innermost workings of her optics, she had saved them the trouble of having Autobots sabotage their own work force. They had not the slightest clue what this virus would have done. Either disrupt Soundwave's systems or pick at the information within their ship's files. Megatron was impressed that this overall rather insignificant human would so readily risk her sight for the Decepticon cause.

         "You have served your purpose well, then." He nodded, taking note of (Y/N)'s stiff posture at his words, and Soundwave's digits twitched around her. "Was your cover blown while you were saving Laserbeak and Soundwave from this Autobot sabotage?"

         "It was not." She answered, lubricant beginning to fall from her irritated optics. "The medic Ratchet and I had just apologized after he made an inappropriate remark about my guise of having been experimented upon by Knockout. As I said before, I am unaware of why Soundwave had chosen to return me to your war ship."

         "I will speak to him about it."

     That's when Knockout came in, scratched, burned and mutilated. His paint job, anyway. He didn't bother to notice the human femme in Soundwave's servo, soon receiving a verbal beating from the war lord about losing the relic. (Y/N) frowned at the interaction, becoming more irritable as her vision glitched and flickered. 

     Soundwave was just as irritable by now as Knockout spluttered. He welcomed the order to begin the decoding of Iacon's database, placing (Y/N) on the computer's keyboard. She made an involuntary wince, holding her tiny helm with a fleshy servo before sitting down. Soundwave scanned her, several errors surrounding her optics and human processing unit. He heard Megatron order Knockout to repair his visor and replace (Y/N)'s optics. The Decepticon TIC registered a message sent from his leader, wanting a detailed explanation of why their human ally was brought on board.

     Soundwave decided to tell him exactly what he suspected.