re_alignment_logs | THE SHOW MUST GO ON [open]

WHO: Soundwave & OPEN
WHERE: Medbay
WHEN Some hours after Barricade & Driller find him/repair him.
WHAT: Eventually, Soundwave wakes up from repairs in a very unfortunate location for him. Visitations, anyone?
WARNINGS: Trauma, mention of robotgore/robotdeath.

Dreaming is a difficult thing for him.

Usually, Soundwave is in the company of someone, and adopts their memories, their dreams into his own. It's sort of nice, because he feels as though in that way he can improve his techniques as the Decepticon Army's Morale Officer. He knows how to help his fellow soldiers, help his friends keep upbeat. Not just with sing-a-longs with Dead End or Bombshell's therapy sessions, but he himself needs to help the others find a will to carry on.

Here in the medbay, when he's resting, he gets flashes. Some dreams his own, some not. A mix of what he's taken, and what he trembles in the wake of.

There's a sharp smile, a cheerful giggle, and a laser scalpel digging into his face as it's removed, torn from his head You just look so much more interesting this way! and how his mind burns when he knows the truth that he failed one of his adopted kids he's dead he should have rescued him red eyes burning at him This doesn't concern you, Decepticon and he hears Rodimus screaming and he's too late and the black sucks him down and he's never been able to escape it and in his arms it's cold metal just so cold and
he remembers
something new to all of it
this isn't what I want stop stop stop stop and the tired sigh of it's not as if you will remember this, Soundwave, your struggling is getting tiresome and stop stop stop don't open that there's just no choice.

The dust kicks up under his feet, the expansive desert, and Soundwave stares in confusion. Twin stones twisting around each other, a fierce glow, and it screams in his head.
MAKE US WHOLE

Soundwave jerks awake from recharge, his intakes gasping to vent out hot, anxious air, trying to cool himself off. Looking around in a panic, he almost doesn't remember being here.

The medbay.

Frag, he hates being in medbays.

"Ugh, so bogus," he groans to himself, rubbing his helm. Glad he has hands to use again.

It's rare to dream something for himself. Not all of it his, but enough of it was, and that bothers him. Soundwave shudders to himself, shaking his head. No, no. He's okay, he just needs to roll it off his shoulders. He can deal with it.

It's okay. It's okay.

Soundwave folds his arms over his midsection, hugging himself.

Right. He'll be okay.

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Okay. It's a good start. He's at least admitted some things. Not in detail, but it'll do for now. All right.

Soundwave gears himself up to talk again, still holding onto his leader.

"...So. Prism... made a post. And I talked to him. An' he wanted... some help. He said it'd be a survey an' a scan. Didn't see the harm. When I met 'im, he... he shot off my legs first. Then used this giant tentacle thing t'drag me into the temple. He..." Soundwave's voice starts to shake again. "P-pried me open and started to look through everything inside. Pulled out cables and looked and touched and it was everywhere. He tried t'hack me and I stopped him. I tried t'hack back, but it didn't work for long. Then he... it went around my ember casing. All around and it was too much and welded somethin' there. On the casing."

Megatron gave him all the attention and patience he had, which was a considerable amount. He held onto the smaller mech, feeling and knowing there had to be more that tipped the scale since he arrived here. Even Soundwave's enthusiastic greeting hadn't hinted at this much trauma.

When Soundwave continued Megatron felt a sickening sensation in his tanks that blossomed into full on horror in his ember by the time he had finished. His grip on Soundwave, while avoiding being painful, now held the mech as close as physically possible for their frame types without being more intimate. "Has anything, save you being brought here and repaired, happened since then?"

Worry mixed with anger inside him, though his urge to protect and care for the mech that he still considered under his command and therefore his protection overrode the urge to go find this Prism and find out what kind of fragged up entity it was and what it had been thinking.

"No, no. Not here, not since. I've just... been resting," Soundwave assures quietly.

Admittedly, he does feel a little bit better getting most of that off his chassis. It's not everything that Megatron's ever missed, between Axiom and here, but it's something. Better than remaining completely silent.

Now? Now he just leans on his leader, pressing his faceplate against his shoulder.

"Sorry. For the trouble, Boss Dude."

Megatron just holds him for a bit longer, one hand coming up to caress the back of Soundwave's helm. When he finally finds his voice his first task it to ensure Soundwave knows that everything will be alright.

"I'm honored that you feel that you can share this with me." He say, he couldn't say it wasn't a trouble, but he felt that it was one they could share. "Do you know what this... Prism attached to your ember casing?"

That was the most serious question to him right now. There was nothing he could do about the attempted hack and Soundwave's limbs were already reattached even if they were still on their way to working right. The idea that something was attached to Soundwave's ember casing chilled the very energon in his lines, and he could only hope it sounded worse than it was.

The physical contact is very comforting. Soundwave leans his head forward, more than accepting of the touch on his helm.

"'Course I can share it with ya, Megadude," he says with a tired laugh. "No, not... not really."

It could be anything and that horrifies him. But it can be... dealt with, somehow, but he has no idea if he can handle another surgery so soon after all of that. If he's told to, he will, but.

Soundwave clutches him a bit tighter.

He is more than content to sit and hold his friend, quietly wishing he could take at least some of the things he had suffered from him.

"I would suggest, when you can handle it, that it should be looked into. I will, of course be here to watch unless you would rather I not." He figured the already shaken mech would much rather he have someone he deeply trusts around to observe any such surgery. If for no other reason then knowing there is someone there. "But I think it should wait until you can handle it, unless something proves a need sooner."

He held the smaller mech close, trying to pour all of his caring and support into him through the contact.

"I-I know I should. And I will, soon." Soonish. He doesn't know when he can, but he knows he should. It's just so much right now. Soundwave nods a little. "And, yeah, I think I'll do better if you're there. I really would." Frankly, he isn't so sure if he could handle it otherwise.

Gradually, he just relaxes against Megatron. He never enjoys sharing a burden, but he knows it's necessary and Megatron wants it shared.

It makes sense, he knows; he'd do the same for any one of his friends.

"Thanks. I'm... I know this pulls you away from the other 'Cons, bein' here, but I'm glad yer here, Megadude."

"I will be there. Take your time, no sense rushing it and ending up to stressed from it." The last thing he wants is to see this push Soundwave past his breaking point. Already he seemed close to breaking, and that was bad enough. Megatron wasn't going to force him to do anything at this point.

He relaxes along with Soundwave, not lessening his hold, but simply taking calm in the closeness.

"If the choice were mine, I'm not sure what my decision would be. But as it is not mine to make... I'm glad to be here for you."

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