Final chapter- and I have to say everyone :) it's been a blast. This fanfic is my first- and it's been such a great thing to do! I hope now you all enjoy Soundwave and Bee as a slash couple as much as I do! I really love them.

Now some of you may like this ending and I know some of you may find it sad and some of you may find it too quick- and I'm sorry if I disappoint anyone with the ending.

Warning; Sad ending. (actually, not as sad as it could be. but... yeah)

enjoy!

The war was over, Megatron now defeated and being buried in the ocean, Prime made everyone go see the body be jumped at the depths, where he would soon decay and become part of ocean rock- for creatures to live in. Smokescreen had made his word well heard- only for Prime to glare it out of him.

They watched as he sank, the debree going it's separate ways. And all the while Bee couldn't help but think of what Soundwave did… how it got to that point. How did it even get to that point? Did he even want to know…?

Actually- they had invited Soundwave to seek the sad burial. But of course the decepticon denied. Smokescreen then made a rude comment on how un-loyal he was to see that his leader wasn't even buried properly. This time, Arcee beat him up for it. (not in reality, of course, but the young bot was learning his tongue and place quickly).

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The humans were treated to another well visited- all accept Bee's. Apparently the kid was moving to another country. The bot was very upset over it… but none could deny that he'd be lonely without his partner. He had found a more 'natural' one for himself.

Miko said that they could skype. Whatever that was- bee was sure to find out later that weekend.

Soundwave in the meantime had graduated from cell-prison to hallway prison. He was permitted to enter the energon sources if he pleased and go to the mini-lab they provided. He rarely used it- but once watched this very interesting human documentary on sharks. It provided him enough amusement for that day.

He waited for Bee to return- but had not. Was the young bot still frazzled on their mating? Why? Was he that childish to not realize such-

A knock.

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'You have not visited me until now, why? Does something trouble you?'

'A lot troubles me these days.'

'Your human pet?'

'Well that's a given… but…' Bee sat beside Soundwave like always, the two brushing shoulders to show a weird affectionate touch. 'I am worried about you.'

'And why is that?'

'You can read my mind. You should know.'

'I thought recently to respect your privacy-'

'Don't lie.' Bee suddenly snapped.

…. 'Just because I have not dealt fully with my past does not mean something is wrong, Bumblebee. You think your great leader looks back on what he accomplished during the early days of the war- who he killed? One has to get rid of memory chips now'n then.'

'No! That's not right and you know it.'

'Do not raise your voice, or I want you out of this room.' His voice was cold, very threatening. The dark one thought that he got it through Bee's head that he was indeed past the day of games and tolerance.

'Then please talk to me.'

'What my mind is mine, now please change the subject.'

'No!'

Soundwave's optics narrowed. 'Do not. Or I will cause that pain to your head.'

Shutting up and knowing his place as the younger, Bee pouted and looked away.

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The next day, Bee tried again. But this time- he had a backup. Ratchett and Prime were with him. You could tell Soundwave just wanted to rip heads off. But now the bot had enough control. Otherwise- Prime would actually consider putting Soundwave down.

"It has some to my attention that you are well enough to talk. Bee visits you often, which is good, but I am concerned."

Bee stood there, ready to repeat what Soundwave said to prime at any moment.

"It isn't good for your brain gears either, you should know." The medic chimed in, "and I know you might not want my help… but holding such a thing is-"

Bee doubled over in clear pain, holding his head. And the message was clear-

Soundwave wouldn't talk about this. He did not want to be dragged to the past and pointed out the obvious. Yeah- he knew it was unhealthy, but too bad. He was over it (right?) and done.

Bee came in again and again- trying to apologize… but nothing was working. Now Soundwave was silent again. He wouldn't talk. His optics were dimming. Bee cursed at himself and pleaded for forgiveness again and again and again-

Nothing.

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They do not know what I think and feel. I was a fool to let this bot take my mind and body in such a way. Who knew Young mech's could be so cunning?

….

But here he is again, on his knees. Wanting me. Needing me.

I know I need him as well.

But if I go to him- if I talk… he'll only want me to talk.

What a cruel game this is. My bumblebee… and I am sorry.

The world is cruel, the universe is wicked. Leaving me here alone, no one to really understand other than a young boy. A young car rooming his engines for my jets. Those other autobots see me as a Monster. Prime knows it- I know it.

I know it.

…..

It was so much easier when I was that innocent thing, wasn't it?

Maybe you autobots knew what you were doing when you were re-wiring my brain.

And maybe my mind right now is too tragic to exist in this world anymore. Decepticons were never above you all, were we. We were a joke. Knockout is somewhere out there racing with human kind- loafing and pretending Breakdown may be alive and well. Look at what I've done.

I've failed Megatron.

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I'm failing myself.

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And it's horrible.

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I cannot speak.

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I cannot act.

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I am trapped in this devil's hallway. Listening to you all find joy in the rats you call humans.

You all are young and naïve.

Oh- how I long to be like that again. To be a young bot with hope for cybertron and my leader.

But we all know how that last part went.

…..

Unless,

...

Bee came in to Soundwave's hallway. Finding he wasn't in his cold room, he journey'd to the energon stash- nope. And then…. A faint light in a dark hallway was glowing. Blue leaks coming from the closed door to the lab.

Soundwave had never worked on computers or equipment since here. What could he be doing?

Earlier that day Bee and Him had their little bonding session. This time Soundwave was very forceful about it- and even wanting to talk afterward. Bumblebee hadn't known what he'd done to spark such a lovebird and talkative wise soul, but he was glad. He would remember their gossip and jokes. He was sure tha—

….

He came upon his Soundwave, head hooked up to the main computer of the room. The screen going over so much data about nothing and then things- memories- codes… everything. What was all this?

Coming close, Soundy did not flinch. It seemed that he was in a trance.

Was the man downloading something?

'H-hey, everything okay? How long have you been in this lab?' He touched Soundwave's shoulder gently, only for him to fall back limp. Bee gasped as his face seemed…

Dead.

But then- the screen flashed red. Saying it was done with whatever-

. . Hardrive completion success.

… N-No… he couldn't have.

He deleted his own hard drive. BUT WHY- WHY WOULD HE LEAVE-

oh god. He couldn't have. Could he? N-no. Soundwave had promised- didn't he? He wouldn't...

But wait- Soundwave said he didn't even have the tech within himself to do such a thing!

R-right? He.. He…

A frantic chirp and then screech of a buzz, Bee shaking Soundwave in his arms. Panicing- wanting his love back. Wanting that old fart of a monster talking to him again—

PLEASE WAKE UP

And then Lavender optics opened, looking up to blue's. Like a newborn- not knowing who this mech was.

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He had restarted himself.

...

And so the sorry tale of a lost spark continues. The dark one starting completely over with his life, not even warning Bee of his Master plan.

He mind deleted and memories broken purposely.

Maybe this once loyal dog can be free with his knew team.

and maybe

just maybe

he'd get it right this time.