Knockout

Okay, so maybe leaving you alone in the med-bay without warning you that the chemicals on the floor were dangerous and could possibly cause an undisclosed reaction, wasn't the best thing to do...

Perhaps he should've woken you up and warned you before heading out for the proper chemical removal gear...

Knockout managed to find the cleaning tools necessary and was walking back to disinfect his workplace's floor. With a deep sigh he nears the med-bay. He had much to do today with the vehicons coming in for their monthly check up. It was surely going to take him the entire day to finish his examinations. 

Why does he have to examine them anyway?

The red mech scowls slightly as he continues thinking about what awaits him. 

It's not like he ever has to fix them. No, he only has to see if the "drones" are still functioning enough for them to do their job (which they always are). And now he has to do it on his own since his partner-

Knockout came to a sudden stand still when entering. He stood in the med-bay door, absolutely, completely traumatized at the sight before him. 

There, in the middle of the chemical puddle, laid your clothes.

But you were nowhere to be seen...

All his previous thoughts were immediately replaced by one, awful image of you desperately calling for his help while you slowly perish in a pool of flesh-eating acids.

After 30 seconds of wide-eyed staring and stammering the doctor drops everything in his servos. As the equipment clatters down in the entryway, he stumbles foreward.

Gingerly he takes up the slightly soggy clothing- a single blue energon tear falling and mixing with the chemicals.

"_-____.... I'm s-so sorry..."

"Knocky...? No cwy! It owkay." Knockout's helm shoots up. There, soothingly stroking his ped, was a human infant with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. 

An undisclosed reaction indeed happened. At least you weren't dead! 

"(Y/N)?! Oh thank Primus!" 

The clothing is tossed to the side, in its place you are taken up and spun around. Your giggles resonate as he whirls around a few more times.  "Don't you ever scare me like that again! I thought-"

The mech pauses and looks you over. And what he saw was a bare baby's bottom... 

"...Let's get you some clothes first...."

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"(Y/N), would you quit squirming!"

"No!" 

"(Y/N) ~"

"No!!!" 

"It's either you drink it or I inject it with a needle!" 

"Nooooo!"

Knockout growls.

After some close inspection under the microscope, he was able to identify what caused the reaction and was thus able to make a cure.

But a certain tired and moody toddler wasn't making it easy for him. 

Now feeling very aggravated, he grabs a syringe and attaches the thinnest needle he had (which was delicate enough for your tiny form). While he was doing this, baby (Y/N) was laying down to take a nap. With the antidote now in the syringe, Knockout turns back to you and roughly picks you up. 

You yelp at the sudden action, ready to wine and make your displeasure known, but one glance at the sharp, dangerous-looking hypodermic, and you start quivering in fear... Thin streams of tears start making their way along your chubby cheeks. 

Knockout immediately regrets his actions and puts the syringe down. "There there... Don't... don't cry. I didn't mean to scare you." he tries soothing you, slowly rubbing circles on your tummy with his digit. 

You calm down somewhat and yawn. Knockout smiles slightly as you rub at your eyes. "It looks like someone's in need of some shut-eye..." he muses. 

Before he even realises it, Knockout finds himself humming a very old Cybertronian lullaby whilst holding you to his chest. The rumbling of his chest, along with his soothing, slowly starts lulling you, untill...

Zzzzzzzz....

The mech tenderly looks down at the now sleeping infant in his servo. Being as careful as possible not wake you, he reaches for the hypodermic needle and injects you with the solution.

He then lays down on one of the many berths, you still being held above his spark. 

"The check ups can wait..."

Breakdown 

A deep sigh emits through the empty room. 

Life without TV or Netflix was boring. Not that you didn't have either; you had both. 

Yes, you and Breakdown watched Netflix together sometimes, but without his large digits to push the big on/off switch, it isn't exactly easy to turn the giant screen on.... Not to mention it was pretty high up.... And you definitely didn't want to fall and go 'splat' . 

So here you were, bored without Breakdown to keep you company (and to reach up and turn on the screen). 

'Maybe I can read something? There's bound to be some new update on Quotev...' You take out your phone and log into the website.Though a quick glance at the library soon stated there were no updates. With an irritated huff you toss your phone to the side.

'I can always read a magazine... or book...'

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"You have got to be kidding me! Hundreds of square feet and not one, single magazine or book?!" With a groan you plop down on the human-sized couch. "What has become of my life?!" you exaggerate.

Then, when seeing the screen's powerbutton gleam slightly, a (pretty stupid) idea comes to mind.

'...I'm sure there's something I can throw that is heavy enough to turn it on...' 

Yes, it may not be the safest means to turn on the giant TV, but desperate times lead to desperate measures.

When thinking back to try and remember if you have seen anything that could be used to toss at the button, you recall seeing a football somewhere. After finding the ball, you stood in front of the "TV". 

"Okay, all I have to do is hit the button with this ball. No biggie." But the truth that there was a one in a 10000000 chance of hitting the button with enough force to actually make it budge, soon became apparent. 

40 tries (and fails) later, the door to the hab suite opens. Steve walks in, making you freeze mid-throw. The vehicon looks at you questioning. "(Y/N)...?"

"Yes?"

"...Why were you throwing the monitor with a football?" 

"Boredom?" 

The black and purple mech only nods his head slowly. "Okay then... Since you don't have anything else on your agenda..." He walks over; only now do you realise that he's been holding something in his servo the whole time. The object is placed in front of you. You want to question Steve what it is when your eye notes the two yellow orbs staring at you. 

"BREAKDOWN?! Steve! What happened to him?!" 

"Actually, I'm not sure. There was a report that he was fighting the Autobots when he got hit with some sort of substance..." Your friend heads back the way he came. "But don't you worry (Y/N)," he pops his helm back in, "I'll get to the bottom of this. You just... look after him." And so Steve was gone. 

With a somewhat nervous little laugh, you bend down and pick up baby Breakdown. 

"Sooooo, uh, what do you want to do?" 

"Deh! Deh!" 

The sparkling points to the football and starts bouncing up and down in your arms. "You want to play with the ball? Is that what you want?" The little guy nods his helm energetically. With a little chuckle, you go to the ball and place Breakdown down. He immediately takes hold of it and brings it to his lips...

"Oh no! Nononono!" Grabbing his arm, you gently pri it away from his open mouth. "We don't know where that's been..." Scanning the room for something else to give the sparkling instead, you suddenly remember Breakdown's "secret stash" of energon candies that was hidden not too far off. Rushing over, you break off a small piece of the hard sweet and head back to the little mech. He watched you curiously as you approach and hand him the energon. He looks at you, seeming to be asking for permission. "Go on, take it." 

The candy is grabbed and immediately licked.

"Yummmm..." His licking turns to sucking and soon he was gumming the sweet thing. With him occupied, you decide to find something else to keep him busy with once he's done.

...But he already beat you to it...

Breakdown, unbeknownst to you, crawled towards the fluffy thing next to "your berth". He picks it up and immediately loves the feeling of it. It was floppy and furry and warm. It almost made him...want to... 

The slightly chubby sparkling yawns and lays down, clutching the floppy fluffy thing. His optics flutter closed. 

And that's how you found him... With a small smile you picked up the small thing and laid him down on some cushions in case he changed back to normal and destroyed your bed. 

The fluffy thing is taken and then thrown over him. 

Steve was quite surprised to find Breakdown recharging on the floor sucking his thumb when he entered an hour later... 

You smirk, "I know, I already took some blackmail pictures."

Predaking

Now, after Predaking eventually got you out of the armour, he had a long chat with the scientist about the things he could and could not do with and to you. When it came to where Predaking wanted an explanation as to why his human was forced into a possibly dangerous prototype, Shockwave explained that he "realised just how fragile humans were", and he was "making protective plating to prolong the human's lifespan".

It was strange to say the least. Then again, he probably didn't want to have to find another suitable human and then go through the trouble of capturing them.

By now you were quite used to being around Shockwave. Neither you nor Predaking feared that he may hurt you in any way anymore (Predaking made sure to keep you away from any new armour prototypes), and you often found yourself sitting somewhere in his lab, either explaining human things or just watching him work.

This was one such case. 

There is a moment of stillness as Shockwave fiddles with something on his table. It was a gun of sorts... The cyclops then receives a call. The conversation is short-lived and he soon turns and walks straight for the door. "Stay here, human. I must attend to something. Predaking will arrive shortly. In the meantime, I advise you to not touch anything." 

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You didn't touch a single thing. No, not you. 

But Predaking...

The big, winged klutz knocked the damn death ray from the table. Fortunately, the death ray did not cause any "death" (though it seemed that way to a then mass-displaced, panicking Predaking).

So in a great flurry, the much smaller predacon searched for any sign of you amongst the gadgets and viles on the floor. "(Y/N)! Speak to me femme!"

But it was only the distinct sound of a sparkling crying that reached him.

"(Y/N)?" 

The great Dane-sized dragon followed the wailing until he came across you- a sparkling you... 

It must have been his instinct, but as soon as he witnessed your distress, he immediately took you up and nuzzled against your cheek. 

It was at that moment that Shockwave returned from his "meeting". No emotion was shown. A single optic was met with two golden ones as Predaking waited for any response.

"..."

"....Intriguing."

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So, turns out, the death ray malfunctioned and caused Predaking to shrink and you to be turned to a baby (obviously). Luckily Shockwave knows how to reverse it. 

What the mechs didn't count on was for you to start crying constantly due to hunger. The only way to stop the tears was to feed you, and so Predaking took it upon himself to do so. 

"Well done little one. You should have enough nutrients now." Predaking beamed down at the food-covered baby before him. For some strange reason he felt...proud.

"Gwa!" You giggle, clapping your hands. You had no idea what he said, but he looked happy, so you were happy!  

"But it seems that you ate too eagerly." As if to prove him right, you shake your little hands and splatter him with processed food. The predacon blinks in surprise as the mashed up subsistence slid down his face and onto the floor. He looks the mess over, and the sight of a dirty sparkling causes a natural tendency to kick in.  

The predacon drags his glossa across your face in a true dog-like fashion, your laughter becoming louder. He does this again and again until all the goop is lapped up, leaving a clean baby. Predaking could not help but smile at the giggling sparkling before him. He would not mind if this became permanent...

But alas, Shockwave returned- fixed ray in servo. Within moments both you and Predaking were back to normal.

"From now on, I'm staying as far away from weapons and armour as possible." you half-chuckle. Predaking follows, a deep rumble coming from his chest as his long-lost glee came forth.

You certainly have grown on him, baby or not.

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A/N: We're getting closer to some major events in this story! Something many asked for! 

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