~Chapter 5~

Red optics and a dark visor watched as the pink sparkling snuggled with a human-size giant teddy bear.

"Has she ever tried to sound out a word, like, I don't know, sire, Lazerbeak, stuff like that?" Knockout questioned the silent mech beside him, who shook his helm no. He began to think, "Well, it isn't that concerning yet, but do try to have her talk. Even if it is just one word, it's a start."

He left the two, leaving Soundwave to contemplate over how he, of all mechs, to teach a newspark how to speak. Surely, Knockout didn't take him as a joking type, cause this was just ironic. He was so torn over what decision he should make without any mistakes. Sure, he could take off his visor and break his vow of silence, but just for a sparkling, who wasn't even his own, didn't sit right with his processor, but his spark was opposing the idea. It was practically begging him to throw off his mask and cradle her to his spark and tell her how much he cherished her. And that was just what the TIC did in that instant.

The click of his visor grasped the attention of Firespark, who looked over to her sire and nearly squealed in fright at the new face. Bright violet optics with blue in the middle captivated her. The scars that dragged across the right side of his faceplate had her intrigued about his past. To know that he had revealed his face to her, only increased her yearning for him. He trusted and loved her enough to show the more sensitive side of him, which, in her case, had her trust him more.

Soundwave picked her up and held her, while the femme was wanting a closer look. She traced her small digits along the marks that told stories of his gladiator days on Cybertron. He shivered at the cool sensation of her fingers, exploring his most tender topics.

After she was satisfied with her findings, the navy blue mech began to speak, " Firespark, I..." he sighed, losing his words. His voicebox, not accustomed to working, was scratchy and throbbing.

The sparkling understood and wanted to reassure him, but how? How could she use her own words?

"Sweetspark, I know you know, but I love you. So much. It's going to be a journey that we'll both endure, so you think you can do it?" Soundwave smiled at her, pleased that he managed to say what he wanted.

Firespark smiled back at him," S-s-s Sire,"

Shocked but proud, Soundwave placed his helm on her's, "That's right. Sire," he cooed softly.

Long strips of white light illuminated the dark shadows of the warship that glided through the gray thunderclouds. While the storm provided cover for the Decepticon base, it didn't help the sleep needed for a certain somebot.

Twisting and turning in the covers, Firespark whined as she struggled to keep her optics shut. The thunder echoed around the metal compartment, increasing its resonating sounds, much too long for small audio receptors.

The sound of the doors opening swooshed as Soundwave stepped in the little femme's room. He was alerted by Lazerbeak of her distress and went to investigate the cause of it. He slowly approached the squirming sparkling's berth and softly touched her reassuringly as his visor flickered to life. "Question: Are you okay?"

Orange optics peered up at him as a bright light flashed through the small window. Shrieking and burrowing underneath the covers as a deafening roar sounded out; however, her sire gave her the courage to lookout. He was laying beside her with his visor removed once more revealing, in Firespark's optics, his beautiful optics, and a warm smile.

After inching closer to his warm embrace, she was calmed by the lull of his spark-beat. The storm seemed no more was he gently stroked her helm, his loving gaze observing as the femme's optics offlined into a peaceful rest.

Lazerbeak, perched above them, watched in content as his creator also grew into recharge. Gliding onto the berth, he waddled over to be on the other side of his younger sister, giving her an extra sense of security and love.