Again, just play along with it. It'll make more sense that way.

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You would have squealed if you could. Because 1) Soundwave just fragging saved your life, and 2) he just used his real voice! At least he had a voice...

You mood fell, but not by much.

"(Y/n)! Care to explain to me why my TWO BEST OFFICERS couldn't capture a TINY AUTOBOT MINE?!?!?" Megatron screeched through the comm link. "Meet me in the brig. 2 minutes. Not a second late."

Full-out sprinting through the halls of the Nemesis, you arrived in the brig with only a moment to spare. A data pad and a stylus waited for you in Megatron's servo.

Rookie called for backup. Everyone except the medic, two-wheeler, and wreckers were there.

The warlord nodded his head in understanding. "So Prime was there...interesting. Good to see the both of you online then. Now scat, I've to deal with Starscream once more," he hissed. Being smart and using your processor, you stepped out of the way and let Lord Megatron unveil his wrath upon Starscream.

You comm buzzed again. Silently sighing, you answered it.  It was Knockout yapping to you about not being in the med-bay right after the mission. And to the med-bay you hiked.

Breakdown gave a quick lecture about your status and staying healthy by always going to the medical bay after a mission before ushering you towards Knockout. He too babbled on about check-up after missions. You could tell that you were gonna be here a long time.

At the Autobot base

"So, what this I'm hearing about a reincarnated 'Con?" Wheeljack asked Optimus, a frown evident on his faceplates.

"It appears the the Decepticon Ultra Magnus fought, (Y/n), survived a full-force hit from the Forge of Solus Prime. Scarred, yes, but still living," Optimus explained to Wheeljack for the third time.

Ultra Magnus failed a mission? 'That's a first,' Wheeljack mused to himself. Oh well, more the reason he shouldn't be here.

In the farther parts of base, Ultra Magnus himself was pacing through the hallways. How could he have been so stupid! He had been to foolish to notice the groundbridge, and he thought that (Y/n) had blown up the relic to keep it out of Autobot servos! 'There's a reason they're called Decepticons,' Ultra Magnus thought. All he had to do was offline (Y/n), and he would have fixed his mistake. Right?

At the Nemesis

You traced the weld marks on your faceplates. What would have made Soundwave trust you enough to use his real voice? Word around the warship was that you were only allowed to be fixed because you brought the relic back with you.

But unknown to you, a certain 'Con had to do a bit of 'persuading' to Lord Megatron to have Knockout and Breakdown fix you. Why would no one want to fix you? Well, it was because you were related to Arachnid.

In all reality, you were her younger sister. And after the 'epidemic' of trying to take charge of the ship for herself, everyone looked and treated you differently. Almost everyone. Almost. Megatron had seen your worth to the Decepticon cause, therefore you were granted permission to stay aboard his warship.

After what had felt like only a matter of minutes pondering the question of what made Soundwave trust you but was really hours, you were called up by Lord Megatron to the brig.

Entering the said room, you knelt down and bowed immediately.

"(Y/n), it has come to my attention that you have not been feeling...as yourself as of late. What troubles you?" Megatron asked. Wait- WHAT? Lord Megatron was asking about your wellbeing? That's definently new.

On the data pad you scrawled down "Just thinking about things." He tipped his gel to the side.

"What type of things?"

"Personal life things."

"Very well," he said, reaching for the comm link of his with a single digit. "Soundwave, come here. I require some help with something."

Soundwave was in the room immediately, using a groundbridge to get from one end of the ship to the other in a matter or mere moments.

"If I am correct, you told me that she was not feeling well. You two seem to be rather...close," Megatron explained. "See if you can find out what it is. I do not wish to have one of my best warriors downed by anything if it can be prevented."

The warlord left the brig, leaving you and Soundwave alone. He hesitantly offered a servo to you, and you took it in with your own. Your long, spindly digits intertwined with his thin yet dangerous ones as he helped you towards your berth room.

You opened the door and sat on the edge of your berth; Soundwave followed suit.

"~What's~wrong?" He asked, using the voices of others. You identified one as Knockout. He handed you a data pad from the floor of your room. You tapped on it for a moment. It held one word: Why?

"~Why what~?" You frowned momentarily, but continued to tap away on the pad.

"Why did you talk to me? In your real voice? What makes you trust me enough to use it?"

He vented audibly. A click echoed throughout your room. Cocking your helm to the side, you turned to see the cause of the noise. You were visibly shocked to see that he had removed his visor. Like your face, his was scarred, mangled, and maimed beyond repair.

His purple optics looked you dead in your optics as he said, "Because I love you, (Y/n). I don't know how or why I love you even though we've only been past the point of strangers for about an Earth month, but I do. I trust you more than anyone else on this ship, (Y/n)."

You could feel lubricant pool up in you optics. His face fell, a frown etching it's way onto his faceplates. You threw yourself into his chassis and cried your spark out.

You cried for you parental unit who had fallen in war, for all of your friends who died, for your voice which had been stolen by an Autobot, and, most of all, for Soundwave. For the fact that someone cared for you for who you were, blind optic and scars. Sighing, you looked up at Soundwave. Forcing everything you had into it, you mouth two words.

Thank you.