~(Y/N)'s POV~

         "Come to apologize Wildstryke?" Megatron questioned, an un-amused look on his faceplate as I entered the open throne room, Roman on my shoulder. I had made sure to tell him to stay silent.

         "Hah, you wish," I practically taunted him, "I'm here to ask about Knockout."

         "And what was that about me being quiet?" he whispered into my receptor, but I ignored him.

         "He hasn't come back is all I can tell you as of now." was the answer, an answer I wasn't satisfied with.

         "How long until he comes back?" I asked forcefully, making the war lord growl at my overstayed welcome.

         "It is unsure, maybe days, years even." He had an underlying tone that suggested something I didn't even want to consider.

         "Well then, I'm glad I'm patient when I want to be, and loyal."

Megatron growled once more, but out of disappointment at the fact that he had lost the battle for me once again. Now I really can't wait for the wedding. I'm giving Megatron a front row seat.

         "You will be contacted when he returns, in the meantime I suggest you move along. I'm sure you're worried about your precious Autobots."

         "Only a few," I admitted, "But Knockout is Priority One."

To be honest, I'm dying just to get out and look for Raf and Bumblebee. Raf's always a constant thought. I hope nothing bad has happened...

     My thoughts were interrupted by a large space bridge, and I smiled when I saw Knockout come through, his hoty, prideful air a definite sign that he found something.

         "Did you find something?" Megatron stood from his throne.

         "Something, my Lord," Knockout grinned, "And Someone."

A few moments passed before a figure could be seen on the other side of the space bridge, I could tell they were bulky, no offence to Bulkhead. I heard Roman start to curse when the Cybertronian was plainly seen, singular optic and all, he had turned his holoformic skin off as well.

         "What is it?" I asked him.

         "That's Shockwave..." he answered, and my optics widened.

         "Impossible!" Starscream spluttered.

Megatron walked up to Shockwave, quite impressed, obviously.

     I ended up tuning them out and went straight to Knockout's side.

         "Well this is a predicament." I stated.

         "You're telling me," he sighed, "What are we going to do?"

         "Not tell him that's for sure!" I whispered harshly, and started to stumble as the ground seemed to shake, being caught by Knockout as he wrapped his arms around my waist. We both looked up to see... wait... is that a dragon?

         "A Predacon?" I heard Knockout breathe in astonishment.

     Finding my balance, I started toward the beast, my interest peaked, and memory working as I recalled several files on such a species. This particular specimen was quite lovely in my optics. Coming up to it's head, I earned it's attention, noting how animalistic it looked, obviously running off of orders alone, and not free will.

         "Hello," I smiled softly, almost mother-like, as if this giant, ancient beast was a mere pet dog, "Aren't you a beauty."

I felt the optics of the beast scan me, trying to find if I was a threat or not, or maybe someone to ignore. I came as close as he would let me, which was arms length away from his head, before he growled at my proximity, earning the attention of the other Cybertronians. Starscream's jaw dropped, and Megatron looked to me with widened optics as I extended a servo to pet the brow of this creature.

         "How did you find the CNA sample to re-create his kind?" I asked the cyclops Cybertronian, my grandfather, who gave no reaction to my contact with the ancient beast.

         "A fossil that had traces of his CNA... You're actions are quite illogical."

         "Your Predacon thinks otherwise." I giggled as the beast purred, leaning into my side as I scratched his brow, "Magnificent! What's his top speed? He's very well built, but not for aerial maneuvers."

         "I'm afraid my data is still in my lab on Cybertron... What is your designation femme?"

I smiled at Shockwave, and stepped away from the Predacon, earning a low hum of disappointment in return.

         "Wildstryke, but when around the Insecticons, Arrowhead."

         "Arrowhead?" The scientist questioned.

         "A species of... butterfly," I had almost said 'blue'... "Do to a complication, and an incomplete order, they have to call me by a different name so they do not attack me, of course, they'd regret it if they did." Displaying a conniving smile, I put a servo to the Predacon's giant head. To be honest I felt like some sort of warrior from a fantasy novel.

         "Indeed, she may be neutral, but she is capable of taking care of herself." Megatron noted.

         "I don't think being of no faction stunts one's ability to protect themselves." Shockwave stated, looking to Megatron.

         "It doesn't," I sighed, "He just hates me right now."

Knockout stifled a laugh, and I swear the Predacon rumbled in laughter as his optic flickered from Megatron back to me.

         "Noted," Shockwave continued, "I will hypothesize that you two do not see optic to optic?"

         "Never," I scoffed, "He just keeps me around because I'm that mech's sparkmate."

I threw a thumb over my shoulder to Knockout.

         " 'that mech's'?" I heard him question, and I smiled at him ever so innocently.

         "(Y/N) let's just get out of here while we still can!" Roman whispered harshly, and the Predacon finally noticed his presence, rearing his head back in order to see the tiny form of the automaton, "Scrap!"

         "What, is that?" Shockwave questioned.

         "An experiment, he's a bit glitchy," Roman huffed as he sat on my shoulder, "But he's amusing to keep around."

         "Amusing? That all I am to you?" I rolled my optics, and moved my shoulder so that he fell in my palm.

         "He's complete with snarky remarks and an attitude."

         "I am your older brother," he grumbled, and I snickered as Shockwave came closer.

         "An illogical modification, but remarkable enough to act as an actual life form..."

         "ACT?!" Roman burst, and I trapped him in my digits.

         "You're one to talk, scientist. I'm sure this isn't your first project using life- OW!"

I dropped Roman, who had shocked my servo in order to get me to shut up, and frankly, I needed it at that moment.

         "My experiments are no business of yours."

He might be emotionless so far, but I heard the slight alarm in his voice at my comment. So dad's a touchy subject. This will prove fun.

         "Alright, fine," I huffed, "See you around, scientist."

Sauntering off, I patted the Predacon one last time, let Roman climb back up to my shoulder, and was quite glad when Knockout decided to join me at my side. We made our way down a side hall, and enjoyed each other's company. Roman went from my shoulder to the floor, and announced his departure to go racing, on the other side of the world of course, or perhaps another state that is far away from all the chaos. He needs to blow off some steam anyway.

         "I'm going after Raf," I announced, Knockout nodding in return, "He's most likely with Bee, of that I have no doubt."

         "They might think you gave their base away." the red mech noted.

         "Reason one why I'm going to find Rafael, he'll trust me."

         "Don't be so sure... war does terrible things to the mind," he turned to me, the both of us stopping in the middle of the hall, "I wasn't always mad you know."

Rolling my optics at his devilish smile, I pushed him to the side. 

         "Always making a joke during a serious time."

         "As long as it makes you smile."

His plan worked as I gave a ghost of a smile, the expression widening as he started to poke me and tickle me. 

         "NO! STOP!" I hated it, yet I was laughing and smiling, all the while running at the same time. I soon found myself backed into a wall, and Knockout grabbed hold of me, wrapping my entire being in his arms.

         "Knockout," I finally said through spurts of giggles, "We still have a wedding to plan."

With a sigh, he let me go begrudgingly, and helped with my balance as he offered a servo, of which I gladly accepted.

         "I just realized something," Knockout said, "What are you going to do for bride's maids?"

         "Duh, vehicons."

He gave me a quizzical look.

         "Not all vehicons are mechs you know. The only obvious difference is their designations." I chuckled, and started off towards the Nemesis.

It was a minute of silence before Knockout caught up, and asked what the difference in their designations were.

         "Femmes are colors."

         "I never noticed..." he thought out loud.

         "You never paid attention."

We continued our walk, one next to the other, Knockout holding my waist, me resting my helm on his shoulder. If only this moment could last forever. 

(INTRODUCING! The Grand-sire! I hope you all like this so far! If you like this one, check out my short story 'S-107'! Thank you so much for reading!)