Okay, so I have this new found obsessions with Soundwave. He's fucking awesome and a total bad ass! And sexy to boot! XD He's my new favorite Decepticon, right in front of Starscream. Anyhoo, I read one story with this pairing and I fell in love! Now, I can't get this idea out of my head! Hope ya like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers... or do I? LIVE IN FEAR!

Chapter One:

Was this wrong? Probably. Was she afraid? A little. Did she feel like a traitor? Yeah. But was she going to stop? Definitely NOT!

She loved him. With everything in her spark did she love him. He was quiet, yeah. But that didn't mean he didn't say a lot.

He loved her. Against all odds and everything he ever believed in, he loved her. She was an Autobot, his enemy. Megatron was the only mech he had any loyalty towards. But she changed his perceptive. She was beautiful, kind, and talked plenty for the both of them.

How did this all start?

Honestly, if you asked the two, they'd say it was fate. After all, it wasn't heard of, a Decepticon and an Autobot falling for one another. Their bond was strong against all odds. It was funny though. The first time they realized their feelings for each other, they were in the middle of a battle to the death.

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She had been beaten, laying on the ground helplessly, waiting for the final blow he had thought he had been willing to give. But something stopped him. A nagging feeling that told him he would regret that for the rest of his life.

She waited, venting heavily, pain and fear keeping her paralyzed on the ground. Why hadn't he finished it? Why was he making her suffer the way he was. She waited, until she heard the sounds of shifting and metal changing.

Looking up in surprise, she watched as he transformed into his jet form and took off in the sky, leaving nothing but the cloud of disrupted dirt. She watched him disappear into the clouds and still stared after several minutes.

She shook her head before opening a com link to Ratchet, asking for a bridge to her location and hinted that medical attention would be best. Ratchet confirmed her request and a minute later the familiar swirl of the portal appeared.

Arcee forced herself up, suppressing the groan that threatened to escape her lip plates. She dragged herself through the portal where Ratchet was waiting.

"What happened out there?"The medic demanded as he pulled Arcee into the Med Bay, and began fixing her up.

"Soundwave. He must've uncovered the location to the relic and Megatron sent him out. He was waiting for me. We fought over it, but he won. He got away with the relic though."She explained with a slight shrug. That aggravated her wounds though, causing her to hiss.

"Stay still."Ratchet growled before turning serious. "And he just let you live?" His voice echoed the surprise and disbelief she felt.

"Yeah. I'm just confused about it as you are."She answered, suppressing the urge to shrug again as Ratchet reattached some sensitive wires.

"Interesting. I'm sure Optimus would like to know about this."Ratchet nodded before stepping back, satisfied with work.

"Know about what?"The two jumped in surprise at the deep baritone voice rumbled from the doorway.

They turned around to see Optimus Prime standing calmly in the doorway, optics shining with curiosity and slight amusement. Arcee paused for a second, wondering how the Prime would take it. Soundwave sparing her life was one thing, but she lost the relic. She hated herself for losing to the Decepticon so easily.

She sighed before beginning her tale from the beginning. Both mechs listened with rapt attention and Optimus's expression grew more and more grim as she spoke.

"Though I am regretful that you had been unable to retrieve the relic, I am glad Soundwave spared your life. Even if he's reasons are unknown."Optimus replied.

Arcee just nodded, still ashamed she had not gotten the relic before Soundwave. She too was relieved he had spared her life, but the question of why plagued her. Why would a Decepticon, the second most dangerous Decepticon- behind Megatron of course- spare her life. Decepticons hated Autobots as much as they hated humans. Perhaps more.

Optimus spoke to Ratchet for a minute more before turning and leaving the Med Bay. She watched him go before standing up with a small sigh- or air being vented since they couldn't really sigh.

"Am I good to go, Doc?"She asked disinterestedly.

Ratchet turned to face the femme with a small nod. "Just don't overexert yourself. I don't need any of my work damaged once more because of your stupidity."He grumbled before turning back to his work.

"Yes sir."She mock saluted- though he didn't see it- before turning and leaving the room. She walked back into the main living area, which was unusually quiet.

Bulkhead was currently recharging in his room. Ratchet wouldn't let him do much because of his injuries. Not that he could do much as it was. His injuries prevent him from walking and his energy levels stayed low. Ratchet was still unsure if his condition would ever be completely functional again, but the mech and Miko were bound determine he would be.

Miko hadn't really been the same since Bulkhead injured himself. She wasn't as loud and crazy as she had been before. She was mostly reserved and temperamental, no doubt still blaming herself for not being there for Bulk during his mission.

No one blamed her though, especially not Bulk. He was just happy Miko was okay after her trip to New York. He didn't like how she blamed herself and constantly told her it wasn't her fault. The girl would just force a tight smile and nod before changing the subject.

Jack and Raf were both worried about their friend. She barely spoke to them anymore, and when she did, it was to snap at them. They didn't know how to handle the situation and mostly just left Miko be.

Arcee sighed before shaking her helm to rid herself of the memories that ran through her processor. She transformed and sped out of the base, not bothering to tell anyone where she was going. She really just needed some time to think.

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Soundwave found Megatron pacing back and forth in the Control room when he boarded the Nemesis once more. His lord had a scowl on his face and his red optics were narrowed in thought. He knew Megatron was thinking about Hardshell's destruction.

Even Soundwave found it hard to believe that a human had managed to destroy an insecticon. But he knew it was true. Megatron could not believe without proof, so he had Soundwave go through the memories of the insecticon who had said the human girl did it. His information proved to be correct and Megatron was furious.

Soundwave knew one thing for sure, Megatron was going to kill the young human, and he would stop at nothing to do so. He didn't necessarily agree with his Lord's decision though. Obviously Hardshell had been weak if he allowed a human girl to defeat him. And she was a youngling at that, barely more than a sparkling.

Megatron looked up to see Soundwave there and the frowned momentarily disappeared as he grinned maliciously.

"Ah, Soundwave, I trust you were successful in you mission?"He asked, and Soundwave could hear the undertone of a threat. If Soundwave had not retrieved the relic, he had no doubt that Megatron would have beat him.

Soundlessly, Soundwave handed Megatron the relic. The Decepticon Lord took it with a triumphant grin. He looked over the relic in satisfaction. Two weapons he now had in his hand, both given to him by Soundwave,

But Megatron was not satisfied. He wanted more. He wanted the power it gave him over the Autobots and the disgusting humans. And he would not be satisfied until ever relic known to man was in his grasp.

"Thank you Soundwave."Megatron grinned darkly. "Now, continue to discover more locations. I want another one as soon as possible."

Soundwave nodded and bowed before turning and leaving the room. He walked briskly back to the main computer room, nodding occasionally to Decepticons that passed by. It was mostly subconscious though. His thoughts were mostly on the autobot femme whose life he spared earlier. The Con had no clue why he had done it.

In fact, Soundwave had ever intention on running her through. But something stopped him. The Intel Officer couldn't do it, he couldn't kill a helpless femme. He never participated in the ruthless sparkling and femme mass murders. The Con had too much moral to do something like that. Megatron had not pushed the detail back then, instead choosing his more ruthless and destructive followers

Looking down at the Autobot, he was reminded of why he didn't. When the war first started, most femme's were not made for it. They were unable to fight and were easily killed off. Soundwave remembered the death of his own family, his spark sister- Fireshot- and femme creator- Stormpath. Back before Soundwave became involved in the war. He hadn't planned to be apart of it though, it had come to him.

The bombing had happened so suddenly. Their town having been one of the only places not taken over by the destruction others had been suffering. He remembered his femme creator tell him and his sister a story before settling them down for recharge. She told them a story about their God, Primus. After she was done, that was when the bombing began.

Stormpath had ushered them out of their room and told us to run for the bomb shelter. Soundwave remembered grabbing his sisters hand and pulling her to go faster. That was when the first bomb hit the house. Soundwave and Fireshot hit the floor rolling as debris fell all around them. They felt the heat from the firs behind them as they stopped.

Soundwave remembered looking up and noticing his creator was no longer there. Fireshot was screaming and crying out for their mother, but she was gone. Gone just like their mech creator- who had died in a bombing an orn ago.

Soundwave had grabbed a hold of his sister's waist and pulled her away, knowing that if they didn't get away, they too would parish. Fireshot struggled, yelling that she had to go back and get their mother. But Soundwave knew she was not there.

After struggling a little longer, Fireshot had gone limp and Soundwave had had to carry her the rest of the way. He had pushed his way through the rubble house, being careful not to drop the only family he had left.

Another bomb hit the house and the two went flying, Fireshot was thrown out of Soundwave's arms and he was unaware of where she had landed. He had struggled to his feet and yelled out his sister's name, but got no response.

Soundwave ran towards where he thought she had landed and finally found her. But he wished he had not. A huge piece of debris had gone right through her chest, extinguishing her spark almost instantly. The Head of Intel remembered dropping to his knees in disbelief and anguish. Soundwave had lost his entire family in one night, and now he was alone.

He remembered sitting beside his sister for hours, even after the bombing had finished. And when rescue had come through, he did as they asked, almost as if he had no emotions. In fact, after he had cried for his family, all his emotions faded away, leaving him like a machine and not a sentient being.

Maybe that was why he agreed to join Megatron that day he had came to him. After all, he knew he was involved in the war now. He cared not for which side he was on, just that he was apart of the thing that took his family away. Then, maybe one day, be apart of the end of this stupid war.

Arcee was one of the last remaining Autobots. If he had gotten rid of her at the chance, it would have brought them one step closer to victory. But he couldn't Because the minute he looked at her, helpless and beaten on the ground, he couldn't help but think of Fireshot. So, he backed away from the femme, transformed and left with the relic. After all, what was the point of finishing something he had already won?

But what had frightened Soundwave the most was that he felt. As he looked down at the helpless Autobot, he felt concerned, and a little admiration. Which should disgust him. An autobot? Making him feel anything. It was absurd.

Soundwave vented as he walked into the computer room and got to work. Maybe working could help distract Soundwave from the chaos that currently ranged in his processor.

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Arcee sped through the empty streets of the desert. Thoughts buzzed through her processor. Why couldn't she get Soundwave out of her head? He was a Decepticon, the enemy. But, he made her spark race and made her feel something she had never felt before.

But, wasn't that betraying all her beliefs and her cause? And wasn't that betraying her loyalty to Optimus and the rest of the Autobots? She couldn't love him.

It couldn't even be possible. He had just left her alive. Why should that be anything special? For all she knew, he had been in a hurry and left her there instead of finishing her off. The mech was known for being emotionless after all. Why would he care anything for her?

But, something in her spark told her that was not the case. Something told her that Soundwave wanted to keep her alive, that he couldn't kill her. Her spark called out for him, and she had a feeling his called for her.

Arcee shook her head. She really should not be having these thoughts. She was an Autobot and Soundwave was a Decepticon. They would be enemies until the end of the war and that was all there was to it.

Of course, if that was the case, why did she feel so- upset? Spark-broken? She didn't know. But she was going to grin and bare it. Soundwave was the enemy and there was just no way to get around that.

The young femme pulled over and transformed into her bipedal mode. She had no worries of a human finding her. She was in the middle of the desert after all.

She walked over to a cliff and sat down on the edge, legs hanging off the side. She leaned forward and rested her head on her hands. It was a human gesture she had seen several times and had kinda picked up on. The sun was sitting just above the horizon.

Even though this place was no Cybertron, Arcee couldn't help but admit this place had it's own charm and beauty. The colors the sky made as their sun disappeared below the surface intrigued Arcee. Orange, red, yellow, purple, and pink all mixed together to create the perfect picture. In fact, Arcee took a picture of the sky and saved it into her memory banks. After all, if they did manage to fix Cybertron somehow, she wanted to have memories of this place.

"Arcee, are you there?"

The warrior sighed. Of course this perfect moment would be ruined by the voice of her medic. No doubt the base was in chaos wondering what had become of Arcee. She just wanted peace, was that too much to ask?

"Yes, Ratchet. I'm here. What's going on?" She asked, doing everything she could to keep the bitterness and irritation out of her voice.

"Where are you? You've been out for several Earth hours! The whole base has been looking for you." Ratchet growled, annoyed.

Arcee rolled her optics and vented heavily. "I'm fine. I just wanted some time to myself. I'll be back in about twenty minutes." She promised before turning the com link back off and standing up once more.

She transformed into her Alt. Mode and raced back towards the base. It took half the time to get back than it had to get there. Mostly cause she was in hurry this time. After all, if Ratchet had called her, that meant the group was in an uproar. She raced into the entrance and into the main room, where everyone was already gathered.

Arcee transformed and looked around. "Hey guys."She said cautiously.

"Arcee, we need to talk."Optimus said as he stepped forward in front of the group. Arcee nodded seriously, already knowing something was seriously wrong.

"What's going on?"She asked. Noting the sullen looks on everyone's faces, it wasn't good.

"The Decepticons attacked the children's school today. And their all in critical condition."Optimus stated as calmly as possible and Arcee felt her spar stop momentarily before everything blacked out.

(Originally, this was supposed to be a one shot. But then it got incredibly long. So I decided to just cut it up into several chapter. It won't be too long though, five or six chapters maybe. Please review!)