Optimus Prime sat on the edge of the recharge berth, optics scanning over the mech before him. ‘Soundwave’s azure body seems to glow in the artificial light of the overheads, somehow it makes him appear beautiful in a strong, overpowering way.’
Optimus mentally berated himself for having these thoughts. ‘Soundwave has just discovered his mate’s death, for Primus’s sake! And since when did I start thinking of the ruthless, cold-sparked, perfectly-built, amazingly mysterious – Stop! Right! There! I am not having these thoughts! Soundwave is a Cybertronian in pain! I need to be here for him as a friend! . . . Maybe with benefits? No! Gah!!! I am not having this conversation with myself! I’m going crazy! I know! I’ll have Red Alert check my processor! . . . Maybe in a little while, after all, he’s recharging and Soundwave just looks so – Stop! Shut up! Cease thinking right this instant!’
Optimus sighed in frustration, bringing a hand up to his face.



That part had me in fits XD really great and so was the fake note then I remembered I don't care XD

I found this story when I was in one of my Prime/Soundwave moods and bloody hell I'm glad i looked at this I LOVED it REALLY REALLY loved it, I felt so sorry for Soundwave when he had discovered nearly all his kids were dead and wanted to kick the slagg outta the A'fucks who hurt them.

I'm not to good at comments but I will say this a story that can make me see it vividly, feel emotions, laugh and nearly cry and a Story I know was worth reading and my time ^_^ great work keep it up ^_^