(This guy but black hair and no facial hair :] )

~(Y/N)'s POV~

     I was talking to my Dad... I found it hard to believe. But here he is, and nothing like I'd thought he'd be.

         "Cybertronians call me a Cyber-organic." The black haired man explained, he was a complete copy of Roman, or rather, Roman was a complete copy of him, "Though, I wasn't a result of the pairing of a Cybertronian and a human," He continued, "I told your mom... and the woman I had fallen in love with, ended up being an allusion."

I couldn't help but feel an amount of sorrow for the man.

         "Then what are you the result of?"

         "Knockout!" I elbowed him in his side, "You don't just ASK that!"

Dad chuckled.

         "It's fine," he assured, "I knew one of you would ask that question, well, except Roman... I'm glad you found someone (Y/N)."

While it was obvious he was changing the subject, Dad had a smile on his face, and I couldn't help but smile back, wrapping an arm around Knockout's.

         "More like I found her, Mr. (L/N)."

I jabbed Knockout, knowing that in reality, I kinda saved him.

         "Please, call me Scythe."

         "Dad," Roman started, "I think it would be wise to tell them..."

The older man sighed, and I knew he was debating on whether he should tell me or not as he stood outside his truck. We hadn't  bothered to go inside, though it was a nice day anyways.

         "I'm the result of a Cybertronian experiment, an illegal one at that. It was before the war had started on Cybertron, when I was fully developed, still haven't changed much except for a few grey hairs," he chuckled, "The scientist had found an unknown organic substance, and decided to use it for his own gain, but, doing it illegally resulted in very few volunteers to donate the living metal needed, so he used his own. He used me as a sort of spy, since no one knew about me, and I was small enough to fit in just about any vent or crack, sometimes I'd hitch a ride on someone's pede, but he didn't anticipate my natural human morals to have been a dominant trait." A short silence ensued as my father remembered his past, "I was supposed to deliver infected energon to one of the Autobot bases on Cybertron. It was only a small case, but when it comes to the Cybonic plague, a little bit can go a long ways." He stated darkly.

I had heard of this, and many cases had been logged in the Decepticon database, including the original tests... it was horrifying, but exciting, especially watching some of the recorded tests.

         "I had time until phase 3 was going to be initiated, so I decided to poke around. I was about to go through with my mission, that is, until I saw a femme walk by, but it wasn't her that stopped me... It was the sparkling in her arms..." He stopped for a moment, looking down at his hands, I recognized the look, I looked at my own like that after Roman's death, "I had already infected an entire ship, but it was only Autobot soldiers... I couldn't bring myself to do it, so I went back to my creator and told him why. He tried to destroy me but I escaped, and ended up here."

         "Do you know who it was?" Knockout asked, "Your creator?"

         "Well, I honestly thought you would have guessed by now, but uh... Shockwave."

At this my jaw dropped.

~Knockout's POV~

     Well that explains a lot... Her expertise in mechanics, computers... and chemicals, though mainly when it comes to cleaning supplies. Also the natural recklessness, and her curiosity... Maybe I should start watching my back more often...

         "So... basically he's my grandfather?" I heard (Y/N) ask, still astonished at this new development.

         "Yeah, though it would be wise if you didn't reveal that to him."

         "That won't be a problem," I answered, "His lab collapsed on top of him back on Cybertron. There's no way he's still online."

         "I have my doubts, but I hope you're right Knockout." Scythe replied, "Are there any more questions?"

         "How come I don't have a spark?" (Y/N) asked, to which I nodded, wanting to know this as well.

         "The human genetics ended up being superior, oddly enough, and the hypothetical dice were rolled, giving you, a processor, rather than a brain, while your brother, developed a spark, though a fragile one."

         "How come my mind... processor, isn't fragile then?"

         "Well, a spark is strengthened through bonds, one reason why Roman lived as long as he did, but because his was already weakened naturally, our bond wasn't quite enough, your mother didn't help..." (Y/N)'s sire became melancholy, of which I could understand. It's hard losing someone you love, "On the other hand, your processor was quite weak, but you strengthened it by learning... though I don't agree with what it was that you learned."

So he does know of her racing habits.

         "You're not going to go on a whole rant about being a street racer are you?" (Y/N) sighed.

         "I was thinking about it," Scythe laughed, a deep boom that was quite cheerful, "But, with an Aston Martin by your side, I think you'll do fine."

         "Please, I could beat him any time of day." She smirked, glancing at me from the corner of her eye.

         "Don't you dare-"

I was to late in catching her before she shot off toward the waterfall.

     Looking back to her sire, I saw that he was quite confused.

         "Your offspring has been quite scientific of late." Was my answer to his silent question, and the two relatives ran after her, while I deactivated my holoform, driving my way there. Transforming, I waited just outside the cave, hidden by the water fall, my finish newly shined thanks to (Y/N).

Since I was there first, I leaned on a tall rock, looking down when I saw the two, one panting, the other laughing as he called his sire an old man.

         "Nice of you to join me." I teased.

         "I must say," Scythe started, "(Y/N) has an interesting type of mech she finds to be her type."

         "He's about as vain as they come."

We heard the familiar voice, but only Roman and I seemed to notice the metallic change.

         "What on Earth are you doing behind the waterfall?" Scythe scratched the back of his head, still confused.

         "Let's just say I managed to find my true heritage accidentally."

     I would have watched Scythe, but my optics were to busy watching the water glitter on Wildstryke's form, the beautiful (F/C) shining in the light of the day. Her captivating red optics graced with those delicate metal lashes, droplets falling as she twirled around, showing off to her Sire. I would have took her away right then and their if she wasn't being watched by a now very protective Sire...

         "Your armor's skimpy..." was his first comment.

         "You can blame two of the mechs that helped with the making of the body," Wildstryke explained, "I had nothing to go on, and I asked if they would help."

         "Mechs?"

         "Well, yeah, there's no femmes on the Nemesis."

         "The Decepticon ship?"

         "Oooooo! Sis is in trouble!" Roman laughed, and I looked to Wildstryke, who merely rolled her optics.

         "Yeah, Dad, but I'm known as a neutral named Wildstryke. Of course I help the Decepticons more than the Autobots, but I still help both. I honestly thought you knew already."

         "Roman said you were with a branch of Cybertronians, not which one."

We all looked to Roman, and though his holoformic skin was no longer active, his fright was plainly seen in his green optics.

         "So... I'm going to assume you're a Decepticon?" His slight anger was now turned toward me, and I didn't like it...

         "Naturally, though I technically am a traitor..."

         "You did it for me ya cherry, that's hardly traitorous."

Scythe silenced us with a short clearing of his throat, and our attention was quickly brought to him.

         "I'm going to assume you've met Megatron then?"

         "Oh, yeah he may or may not have a thing for me... as Wildstryke only."

I noted the slight twitch in Scythe's eye, and stepped behind the rock...

         "It's nothing to worry about," She assured, "He hasn't made any sort of move, though he called me 'dear Wildstryke' once, that was weird."

         " 'Dear Wildstryke', huh?"

Okay, now I know they are related. Scythe just went from "friendly father" to "deadly dad" in less then three Earth seconds... I don't remember Shockwave being so quick to anger... That must be his human counterpart.

         "Dad you're being irrational, hang on and I'll change back and we can have a cup off coffee or tea. You got that Roman?"

         "Roger that Speed Racer..."

I found it amusing how Roman seemed afraid while (Y/N) was so nonchalant about the serious air her Sire held now... I decided to stay behind my rock... 

(I know. It's not Ironhide. But it was a plot twist ya'll didn't expect! I had it planned for the longest time too! Thanks for the votes and reads! More to come! Love ya'll! Keep the engine warm my Street Racers! <3)