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this made me cry. Op this shit was so good God damn

Im putting this under a cut cause I know none of you probably care but I wanna get it out and this is absolutely beautiful.

They are forever changed by time, Shockwave a husk of his former self and Tiny (who I'm assuming died) is mourning his husband while knowing he is still alive in a way. Tiny having to relive the trauma of being a living gift to a being who can kill them with a breath, and knowing his husband is gone but just out of reach in a way.

God that hurt, life has been rough lately and damn that hit different.

Laboratory Logs 2

Shockwave x Human

Warnings: human experiment, past torture, human trafficking

A smirk forms on Proteus faceplate as he catches Shockwave right after the meeting. The Senators tended to keep to themselves outside of council get togethers, debates, and Hearings. Shockwave had made quite the ordeal to keep senate business separate from his life outside of the Academy.

Proteus knew that, but he knew how to play his hand and rile up other mechs without overstepping or out of line as a senator. He was closely followed by Sentinel as an ever-present 'guardian'.

"Senator Shockwave, I have a gift for you," he purred. It made Shockwave's plating crawl as his opposition runs a servo across his arm. Sentinel holds a large size box, obviously mean for show to showcase this 'gift' he was giving to Shockwave.

Shockwave raises an optic ridge, his aqua gaze fixed upon Proteus with an air of calculated curiosity and Caution. "A gift, you say, Senator Proteus? Pray, enlighten me as to the nature of such a gift?." He gestures for Proteus to explain.

Proteus dumps the box in Shockwave's servos before he is walking off with Sentinel Prime. "Just a gift, though i do hope you enjoy it, I saw it and thought this reminds me of Shockwave, " he calls out before disappearing, Sentinel along side him.

It makes Shockwave vent heavily. This could have been a trap, a bomb. So many thoughts run through his prossesor as he looks at the black box he had been given, so much had happened in the recent cycles so many other council mechs and senators had been dancing on crystal shards around each other, waiting to see who the next tatical assassination would be.

Shockwave's optics narrow slightly as Proteus departs, leaving him alone with the mysterious black box. He carefully examines the object, running multiple analytical algorithms to assess its potential threat level. His logical circuits calculate the probability of it being a trap, but he remains unfazed, and he doubts Proteus would be stupid enough to put a bomb or rust virus in Shockwave's hands infront of Crystal cities Parliament.

With another heavy vent he continues his way back to Jhiaxian Academy of Advanced Technology, taking his time to walk as he continues analyzing the box, his scans couldn't detect anything but he would prefer that it only effected him if it was indeed dangerous. It took he a while to finally make it back to the Academy. He greeted others before making his way towards the laboratory.

Once satisfied with his analysis, Shockwave proceeds with caution. Setting the box down in front of his equipment, slowly activating it, gently prying open the lid, revealing the contents within. His optics flicker with momentary interest, bafflement, and sheer unbridled anger.

Two small eyes look back at him as the lid is removed. There was a human in the box, they were curled up in the box and now that they see the large bot, they scurry out of the box, taking off in panic across the desk, shrieking and crying. Proteus had 'gifted' him a living being. It was a mockery of everything Shockwave stood for. This was a purposeful attack to his character, Shockwave is mortified over the situation.

His optics widen in surprise, His initial shock is quickly replaced by a surge of worry. He swiftly moves to intercept the human before they could cause any harm to themself, his servo-grips extending gently to prevent them from falling off the table.

"Peace, peace small one," Shockwave's voice resonates with calm reassurance, despite how frantic he was in that moment. "Settle, settle. I mean you no harm." He carefully cradles the human in his large servos, ensuring their safety and comfort. "I apologize for this unsettling situation. I didn't mean to frighten you. You gave me quite the fright in return"

Shockwave's processors work quickly, devising a plan to address the matter. He was going to kill Proteus and ensure his helm was on a pike. His primary concern now was making sure they weren't hurt. "Please, do not be afraid," he speaks softly, his voice lowering to a soothing tone."

They flinch in his palm, still trying to curl up as much as possible. Small squeals and chirpping noises leave the small organic. He quickly recalibrates his approach, realizing that his towering presence may be intimidating to the small being.

"What are you?" Shockwave asked softly while examining them, his digits gentle dance over them checking for injuries or damage to their smaller frame. He adjusts his posture, lowering them closer to the table to create a less intimidating environment. They gasp softly as Shockwave moves to sit, flinching lightly under his touch as he gently looks over them. their eyes clench when his thumb gently brushes their face. It makes him wonder what Proteus had done to them. They nearly sob at the gentle touch before leaning into the servo near their head.

Enjoy your Toy- Proteus

pops up on his HUD. Shockwave's usually composed demeanour falters for a brief moment as the message from Proteus invades his HUD. He clenches his free servo, his optics narrowing with a mix of anger and frustration.

"Fragging slagheap," he mutters under his breath, his voice laced with annoyance. "Proteus, you rust slinken Husk," he snarls lowly. Realizing the organic is still in his grasp, Shockwave quickly regains his composure, and his attention solely focused on their well-being. He gently strokes their hair, his touch tender and comforting.

"Please, do not fear," he reassures them, his voice filled with warmth. "Poor thing, let's get you checked out and figure out just what you are." He mumbles softly while slowly picking them up again.

It takes Shockwave a little, setting up a place for them to sleep. He could see how exhausted they are. But he had found one of his old senate drapes left in the laboratory. He does his best finding soft things. He had never felt this put on the spot or unorganised in his pristine lab.

Shockwave carefully arranges the makeshift sleeping area, his attention to detail evident even in this impromptu arrangement. "I apologize for the lack of proper accommodations," Shockwave says softly, his voice filled with genuine remorse. "We will figure something out"

He watches as they settle into the makeshift bed, their exhaustion evident. His optics flicker with concern. "Rest now," he whispers gently, his voice a soothing melody. "You are safe here. I'll look after you.”

The human curls up on the fabric, eyes darting around sheepishly, but sleep eventually claims them.

Shockwave activates his communication systems, reaching out to Orion Pax. He waits patiently, knowing that the law enforcer was rather busy but hoped he would get back to him. After a few moments, Orion's holographic image materializes before him, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Senator Shockwave, what can I do for you? It's rather late. " Orion's voice carries a sense of authority while still maintaining a warm familiarity.

"Orion," Shockwave begins, his voice steady and composed. "I have found myself in a rather... peculiar situation. Senator Proteus has presented me with a living being as a 'gift,' and it is clear that this act is meant to undermine both my character and the values I uphold. But im rather stumped on what to do"

Orion's optics widen slightly, his brows furrowing with genuine concern. "This is highly irregular, Shockwave. Are you certain of the individual's well-being?"

"I have taken measures to ensure their safety and comfort," Shockwave assures him. "However, I require your assistance in addressing this matter. As a law enforcer, your insight and guidance would prove invaluable. Is there anything that can be done about this? Aren't there protection laws in place over organic species and being trafficked?"

"It depends on the organic species. Not all of them are under protective law, and if Senator Proteus has gifted you one, i believe he has done enough research into it. But i can have someone run biopsy and figure out if they are on the list, but i believe it would be a rather slime chance, Senator. " Orion states, and it nearly makes Shockwave deflate. "They are a species I've ever seen before, they are very self aware, clothed in fabric, have a speech pattern but not one I can find a dialect for, I've tried multiple times already" Shockwave vented a sigh as his optics linger on their resting form.

"Hmm, biopsy and coding check sounds like our best option, Senator," Orion confirms. " Collect some of their framing, and I'll have it sent off, tho I believe you'll also be doing your own research and figure something out. You seem rather fond of anomalies," the enforcer hints.

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Shockwave's optics flickered with a mix of empty earnings as he watched the holographic display playing old logs while also showing the progress over his testing to reviving Tiny.

His calculations showed a promising 73% compatibility, indicating that the integration had a high chance of success. The holographic image of Tiny's small form outlined by the light in the containment tank fueled Shockwave's determination even further. He had to try.

The scientist in Shockwave meticulously analyzed every aspect of the integration process, leaving no detail unchecked. He knew that the slightest miscalculation could have disastrous consequences, and he couldn't afford to make any mistakes, not one that could cost their life.

His lab became a symphony of whirring machinery and glowing screens as he began the painstaking task of aligning the Maximal CNA, Predacon Cybernetics, and Nanites, ensuring they would work together seamlessly. The integration required a delicate balance, as the human body was vastly different from Cybertronian physiology, and any errors could lead to irreversible damage.

As the integration process neared completion, Shockwave couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and trepidation. This was uncharted territory, a leap of faith into the unknown. But the potential reward outweighed the risks.

Hours turned into cycles as Shockwave tirelessly worked in his almost silent lab, ensuring every detail was perfect. Finally, as the integration reached its conclusion, the lab fell into a tense silence. Shockwave held his vent as he observed the result. Would this be the breakthrough he had hoped for? Would he be able to bring Tiny back to the waking world.

As Tiny's eyes fluttered open, small gasps left him as mechanical parts wirl to life. In that moment, Shockwave's emotions threatened to overwhelm him, emotions that still felt rather new to him. He had achieved the impossible.

Had Shockwave been any other mech, he would be riddled with guilt. the ethics of what he had done. he crossed a line, tampering with life and nature in such a profound way, yet it was all worth it in the end, scientific, against all logic. And he didn't care his ambition meant nothing in that moment.

As they lay there, faceplate inches apart from his human lovers face, the air thick with tension, This wasn't just the attachment of a scientist to his creation; it was something more profound, he had done the impossible to save the love of a shadow of a mech he once was.

A Gasp leaves Tiny before screams follows, he thrashes around. Panic and adrenaline over taking his body. The young man screams hysteric eyes hazed over. Shockwave's optic widened with alarm by panic and distress. The screams that tore from the young man's lips echo through the laboratory, and Shockwave immediately rushed to his side, his optic analysising everything.

"Detest!"

Shockwave called out, his voice laced with urgency. He tried to hold Tiny still, attempting to soothe and comfort him. But Tiny's thrashing continued, his panic overwhelming. Shockwave's spark ached with the sight of his beloved in such distress, and he desperately searched for a solution, his mind racing through possibilities.

" activate sedative protocols,"

Shockwave commanded, his voice firm. He needed to calm Tiny down before he did more harm to himself or his systems gave out before they could finish full integration. As the sedative took effect, Tiny's movements gradually slowed, his screams quieting until they were mere gasps for air. Shockwave held him close, gently cradling him in his arms, his optic monitoring ever movement.

"logical reaction, i did not anticipate. I haven't cause you harm."

Tiny's hysteric eyes remained hazed over cybertics slowly changing their colour as the nanite coding takes over, his breathing still ragged . Shockwave continued to hold him. Gently, Shockwave brushed a digit against Tiny's cheek, his touch tender.

Tiny's body goes still, eyes focused on the ceiling, He lays there fading in and out of conseseness. It gives Shockwave the time to study and slowly work on Tiny's smaller frame. Fixing small things with the cybernetics. " Help... help" he managed to choke out. "S..sh..o.wa.ve," he chokes out through tears. But Tiny's eyes remained unfocused, his cries of anguish and desperation echoing through the lab.

His eyes focus on the mech working optics onlining before he snarls out. " WHERE IS MY SHOCKWAVE, WHERE IS MY HUSBAND! " he wails, trying to fight off the servos moving against his body.

"I am Shockwave Tiny"

Shockwave states his optic flickering as he does his best to hold the human man down.

"You are injured, I must finish your upgrades, or you will perish"

Shockwave tires his best not to snarl, but he was on a time limit now. With trembling servos, Shockwave continued his work on Tiny's cybernetics, making adjustments and repairs. His movements were careful and precise, his processor working overtime to find a solution to bring back the memories that had been lost.

As he worked, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the changes that had occurred to his own appearance. The Empurata had altered his physical features, making him unrecognizable to Tiny. But Tiny's wails persisted, his grief and confusion consuming him. It was a painful reminder of the damage that had been done, both physically and emotionally.

"What do you remember?"

He inquiries, Tiny's body shutters and twitches as Shockwave works, each weld has him flinching even under Shockwave's gentle digits. With a heavy sigh, Shockwave continued his work, his optics never leaving Tiny's form. He was determined to find a way to help him.

"Shockwave...? council... I remember the dark room. My hands I can't feel my hands. " they shutter and babble in mixed sentences. Shockwave cups his face, wiping the tears away. as he worked tirelessly.

Tiny lays there panting. Breaking into hot and cold sweats as Shockwave works. The man's mutilated and reconstructed body twitches as Shockwave finally finishes. Tiny's eyes finally focus in on Shockwave before he finally whimpers out. "Shockwave..?"

Shockwave's optics flickered with a mix of relief and trepidation as Tiny's eyes finally focused on him. The recognition in his voice gave Shockwave a glimmer of hope, a spark of reassurance that perhaps their connection had not been completely severed by the Empurata.

"Yes, Tiny,"

Shockwave replied, his voice void of the same flare and charm that Tiny adored. He carefully reached out a hand, gently cradling him, his touch tender and filled with a voided love. The sight of Tiny's mutilated and reconstructed body pained Shockwave. He was responsible for this.

"I've made some adjustments, repaired what I could,"

"I will have to make more adjustments over time. Functions are in order, and so are your vocals. You will need recharge,"

As Tiny's breathing gradually steadied before he started sobbing again, he reached up to try and cup Shockwave's helm. Shockwave remained still as the small metal hands grab him. "Oh God, what did they do to you, babe what did they do to you, they.. they massacred you, " he sobs out while tracing the yellow optic.

Shockwave leans into the touch, and the familiar tendrils of nostalgia take hold as he presses his face into Tiny's hands. With every passing moment, the connection between them grew stronger.

"The Senate did much little Star, broke my body, logically they are no more"

But for now, in this fragile moment of reunion, Shockwave pushed aside the question about his appearance, focusing solely on Tiny's well-being.

"You have been asleep for a long time, my dear, a very long time"

With a gentle touch and a steady presence, Shockwave remained by Tiny's side. Servos helped settle and guild him as he learnt how to function with his new body parts.

"I will explain more once you are fully functional "

"I have missed you all so very much"

Shockwave's voice betays how much, holding him, and hearing him made his spark pulse with need.