Knockout

(F/S)- Favourite song

Knockout was absent today. But this didn't faze you at all; this was normal by now. He was most likely getting supplies or -what you assumed was the case- out for a drive. 

Apparently the good doctor left you with a little work to do in his absence, or so the messy table's surface told you. The worktop was covered in spilled energon- and sadly you couldn't tell where this energon came from... 

With a creeped out shiver you walk off to go find something to clean it up with. It's dangerous for a human to touch it, you knew. So you had to search for something like a mop. A mop with a very, very, very long handle, which would keep you faaaaaaar away from the hazardous blue substance. 

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There were no (human) mops anywhere, so you were stuck putting on the thickest soled shoes you owned and wiping away at the energon with an old rag (using your protected feet). 

It was either this or you holding out a stick with a sponge taped to the front... 

You ended up putting in your earphones and listening to (F/S) on your phone. In time with the music, you started sliding the rag(s) across the surface in a little dance.

Who says chores can't be fun?  

The beat was motivation enough for you to continue until finally, every drop of Cybertronian lifeblood was gone and the final soaked rag disposed of. Turns out you had use for the long stick after all! It certainly beat burning your fingers. 

Just because you were done cleaning up didn't mean you couldn't continue listening to your songs.

The only problem is, you can't exactly hear anything beyond that.. 

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The sound of a dead battery alert ringing in your ears makes you sigh in dismay. 

'No more music 'till I charge my phone I guess.' 

The earpieces are taken out, but not all sounds cease. There's a hissing sound behind you, followed by the trembling of large footsteps. You didn't need to see what it was; you knew of only one Cybertronian creature aboard the Nemesis that made such an unervering noise...

...and it smelled human.

'Don't turn around; just stay still.'

...Step...

'Don't turn around...'

...Step...

'Don't turn around...'

...Step.

'Don't-' 

"HISSSSSSSSSS....."

'Run!'

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

A sharp claw barely skims past, slightly nipping your arm. You bolt away, the insecticon following right on your heals with a screech.

'I have to hide!' 

But there's no time; the only way to escape this beast, was to run as fast as your tiny (compared to his) legs could carry you until you are far enough to spare a glance around the room. 

Lucky, precisely that happens.

Thanks to some dumb luck, the insecticon trips over some wires, giving you an opportunity.

Frantically looking around for a place to hide, you spot a narrow opening between two medical cabinets. With little to no options, you make a mad dash for it. And there you stayed.

The insecticon, recovered, started clawing at you once again from the entrance of the opening. 

'This is it.'  you think. 'This is how I die...' 

"Hey! Get away from her!"  

The monster turns around and is met with a saw to the neck-kables. 

You watch with relief as its head falls to the floor, energon staining more than just the work surface you just cleaned. Tenderly your shaking form is taken up into Knockout's servos. 

"Are you alright Doll? That beast didn't hurt you di-" His optics widen at the scratch on your arm. You notice the sudden panic surfacing. "I-I'm fine Knockout. It's just a little scrape." 

But Knockout being, well... Knockout, didn't see it as 'just a little scrape'. Immediately he was rummaging for something.

Let's just say, even the mummy couldn't match the number of bandages you were wrapped up in...

 Breakdown

"I gotta go on a mission. You stay here (Y/N)." You look up from where you were busy playing a newly downloaded game on your phone. 

"You're just gonna leave me here all day?" Breakdown looks at you and smiles. You were acting like a sparkling who wanted to go with their sire to work. "You can play your new game." 

Pouting, you go stand next to the Decepticon. "Can't I come with you? I promise I won't be any trouble!" 

The mech shakes his helm, "No (Y/N). It's too risky. Someone might see you." 

"But-" 

"(Y/N)~" He sends a stern look your way; the type a parent would give to their misbehaving child.

"Fiiiiine." 

"Great! Now that I'm sure you'll be okay... I'll be back as soon as I'm done, promise." 

You climb down and walk after him, a plan forming. "And I'll wait until then~" you smile, showing every pearly white you possessed. 

Breakdown lifts an optical brow at your strange (to him) action. "Ooookaaaayyyy... What's with the abnormal smile?" 

"Smile?" "Yeah, the fake looking one you just made."

"..." 

"My face was itching..." you retort. 

"Right... Bye (Y/N)." The mech walks to the doorway...

"Bye! I'll be right here when you come back!" 

"You better be!" he calls over one shoulder.

If only he saw the pair of crossed fingers you held behind your back...

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After a couple of minutes of struggling, you finally managed to open the large door to the quarters by toppling over a stack of datapads onto the pressure detector which opens it. Curse Cybertronians and their heaviness!

By now, Breakdown was long gone, but this didn't stop you from trying to follow him. 

Subsequently, you ended up eeny meeny miny moe'ing, and choosing to go left in hopes that you would find the him. Sadly that wasn't going to happen in the near future. 

--------Two hours later---------

'Maybe this wasn't such a great idea...' 

After hours of searching, you came to the conclusion that you eeny meeny miny moe'd wrong. 

By now, Breakdown would probably return from his mission; and you wouldn't be there when he does. 

The hallway was completely empty, except for you. 

When rounding the corner, though, that wasn't the case anymore...

'THUD!' 

Dazed you glare at the wall you just ran into as if it just jumped in front of you. But when noticing the color difference, your gaze slowly moves upwards...

...to meet a red visor.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

The vehicon, surprised, puts a digit to his (if he were to have any) lips. "Shhhhhh! You might draw attention!" he whisper-yelled. 

But you were already getting ready to scream again. Before any sound could come out, though, he grabs you.Wriggling, you frantically bang his servo with your fist.

"Wowowowo! (Y/N), right? I'm not gonna hurt you." 

That shut you up.

"What? H-how-"

"Breakdown; he talks a lot about you. Or, at least when he's around me."

Flabbergasted you stare at him. The vehicon notices your confusion. 

"My designation's ST3V3. I'm a friend." 

You remain sceptical.

He sighs. "Listen (Y/N), I can take you back to your quarters. Breakdown has been worrying sick about you. He asked me and some other guys to help look for you." 

'He's been looking for me?' St3v3 covers you with his other servo to hide you from unwanted optics and starts walking.

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"(Y/N) ! Oh thank Primus!" St3v3 didn't even have the chance to put a ped through the door before you were plucked from his servo into Breakdown's. 

"I thought I told you to stay here! Don't ever scare me like that again!" "I'm sorry. I-" 

Being smothered (litterally) in massive robot kisses was the last thing you expected to happen. 

At least it ended soon when St3v3 cleared his throat from where he watched the two of you in the doorway...

Predaking

The past three days were pretty relaxed. No missions, no drama, no fear of being squished by gigantic sized automatons... For the first time in what was forever, Predaking did not have to spend the day telling you to hide from any vehicons or shielding you from Shockwave. 

Speaking of the scientist, apparently he was busy with some big project that had him locked in his lab. Knowing that his "creator" would not be a threat and stumble upon you, Predaking decided to let his guard down (just a little bit) and spend some time "looking things up" on the web. Apparently there are still many things he wished to know about Earth and thanks to his pride, the mech did not wish to ask you any questions which may turn out to be embarrassing. Oh no, the mighty Predaking would  hunt for the knowledge himself. You just pray that he doesn't stumble upon anything...inappropriate during his search.

With Predaking engrossed in the magic of WiFi somewhere on the ship's flight deck, you decided to take this opportunity to watch some television (courtesy of your trip to go fetch all your belongings). You were comfortably seated with your back facing the door, engrossed in what was happening on the screen. 

You were so engrossed, in fact, that you did not detect the 'swoosh' of the entrance opening, or the  single optic scanning you, or the pedesteps drawing closer. As it happens, you were not aware of another's presence until there was a prod on your back. 

A small prod by a large digit. 

Your whole body grew stiff. That was definitely not Predaking's digit...

Scurrying to your feet, you run to the berth without even sparing a millisecond to see who your poker was. Not that there was any use in hiding anymore, but there was no plan B. Your heart pounded as you came to a stop at the farthest end of the sleeping furniture. It was from this very same angle that you last saw the purple armoured pedes of Shockwave as he injected Predaking, causing the dragon-mech much pain. It was not a pleasant memory.

"An interesting reaction." you heard the voice of Shockwave from above. "You may come out from hiding, human. It is illogical to stay under the berth where you are trapped." 

But you did not make a move. What did the cyclops plan to do once you came out from your hiding place? Though you had half a thought to do as he said, the rest told you to stay until he left. 

'What are the chances?' 

Shockwave stood in place. It was stupid. You were just giving him the impression that you were a scared, weak human- something you were not. So with great vigilance, you crawled out from your shelter to face the one-eyed scientist. 

"What is your designation earthling?" 

"(Y/N). My name is (Y/N)." 

"I can only conjecture that you are the organic creature Predaking has been hiding." the Decepticon scientist stated more than asked.

You stood, dumbfounded. "Y-You knew...?" 

Shockwave continued to peer down at you. "Indeed, it was facile for myself to notice a change in Predaking's behavior. I conducted an investigation and stumbled upon you whilst you were interacting with him. I found it quite intriguing how the two of you associated with one another and decided to continue observing you."

"So...you are not going to kill me?"

"On the contrary, organic." Shockwave bent down and, to your surprise, gently took you up into his non-canon servo. " I wish for you to stay so I may better understand your kind's ways..."