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When Silence Is Loudest chapter 31

He was only in Soundwave's mind for a few days.

Of course his body and Soundwave's was refueled and such, but a few days.

It felt like a lifetime.

Megatron rolled his eyes at his own stupidity. Of course it felt like a lifetime!

His Cause wasn't doing so well.

Dreadwing and the vehicons were trying their hardest, but the SIC was getting dangerously close to a mental breakdown.

He has barely left Soundwave's side.

It was a few more days before his TIC finally woke up. Which he was actually sleep at that moment.

The slender mech groaned and squirmed a little.

'What in the name of-?' he thought before he remembered. He suffered a defeat by a lot of Insecticons (Not Arachnid, she didn't lift a finger).

He felt like he was blown up all over again.

The symbiot owner's mood did lighten up a little when he saw that Megatron was beside him, albeit asleep, but still.

He was perfectly content in staring at his Lord like a creepy person.

And that is what Megatron woke up to, a little while later.

"You're awake." The warmonger said quietly. Soundwave had pause to properly interpret all that was being unsaid.

A shaky laugh broke though the warlord's voicebox.

"I am unsure whether I want to hug you or strangle you." Megatron stated with a smile.

"I'd prefer the hug please." Soundwave said raising his arms. Only to wince and lower them again.

"You're still injured." The tyrant said before gently grabbing his arms and then wrapping them around his neck. Then wrapped his own arms around his TIC.

Soundwave just buried his masked face in his leader's neck with a pleased hum. It turned into a purr when Megatron started rubbing his back.

The communication officer heard a chuckle above him. But nothing was said.

Soundwave, of course, made a rapid recovery.

And Megatron had to employ ways to keep his Third-In-Command in bed.

At least he could somewhat understand Laserbeak now.

She was delighted to have another person to talk to. Even if said person had only a very basic understanding of her language.

Soundwave was ridiculously pleased.

Besides Megatron coming along nicely with symbiot language, they also talked. Often. And on various subjects.

As Megatron expected, Soundwave didn't have an opinion on his time in his memories and switched the subject.

It was a few days later when Soundwave finally had enough of 'not doing anything'.

"Soundwave. No." Megatron stated while he crossed his arms.

"Soundwave yes!" the tinier mech retorted. Megatron briefly wondered why his mask wasn't on.

They glared at each other in silence.

Knockout finally decided that Soundwave has recovered enough to go back to his duties.

That that Megatron or Soundwave took this declaration seriously. The only reason he was alive was because the TIC's argument of his continued usefulness to the Cause.

The medic didn't mention 'no field missions', not even in a joking manner, but he could safely assume Soundwave was not leaving the warship for a very long time.

And everything was going back to normal. Dreadwing nearly cried in relief when Soundwave came back (That nervous breakdown was very close). The vehicons were happy that everything will be orderly again (The conflicting and missing orders were driving them insane).

Soundwave still walked with a slight limp, and got more tired than usual, but he was fine.

Just on last thing and the TIC was ready to leave this entire disaster behind him.

"You know everything about me now, via cortical psychic patch." Soundwave carefully said crossing his arms. Both himself and Megatron were in their unofficially shared quarters. "While I wouldn't ask to use it to fulfill this request, I still want to know. Tell me about your memories? And of yourself."

After a pause Megatron nodded.

Both mechs settled in the bed, facing the other and their arms securely wrapped around each other, and the tyrant finally spoke.

"It was dark-"

finis