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Knockout POV
Knockout fumed as he threw a random item to the other side of his room. The mundane object breaking on contact. The medic seething as he let's out a scream of frustration. Not long ago the love of his life died brutally by the servos of someone he doesn't even know and now he's thinking of someone ELSE! An autobot no less! Breakdown's probably rolling in his grave. No, IS rolling in his grave!
Knockout grabbed randomly till he found another thing to throw. Readying his arm he chucked it at the wall and screamed again.This was all Shockwave's fault! If that numb skull didn't make him go into that damned autobots head he wouldnt have seen all his little quriks! He wouldn't realized how much of a hot dork the damn medic is! He wouldn't be killing himself over a little crush!
Looking at the clock, it was almost time for the work day to start. Rgaining his composer, the cherry mech got to cleaning. He needed to keep up appearances after all.
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Ratchet POV
The autobot jumped as the lab door was opened, almost dropping the container of synthetic energon he's holding. Placing it down he look toward the door. Knockout. Great, what does he want? To try and mess with his head again?
"What are you doing here so early?" Ratchet asked, making sure his distain was hered with every word.
"It's the start of the work day, it's mandatory for me to be here at this hour." Knockout sneered, "What are you doing here before me? Hmm."
"I was locked in last night because I wanted to keep working." Ratchet proclaimed proudly. He probably shouldn't have been proud of that, he kind of just busted about fueling his mental problems. Whatever, not like Knockout's going to notice.
"If it were anyone else I would've said "That's horrible" but you seem to do it every night so it's not a big deal. You can have your metal illness and suffer too."
He might have noticed. Ratchet stared at the cherry mech blankly before recoiling. The lab's lights blinding him as soon as they reach his optics. The assault making them water. "A little warning would have been nice." The white and orange medic saltily snaps.
"Boo hoo, you gonna tell your cari? Should I prepare myself for a late night intruder?" Ratchet didn't need his eyes to know Knockout was smirking. He could almost imagine the other medic sauntering over and messing with his research.
Slowly opening his optics, Ratchet adjusted to the new light. As soon as he could he got back to working, much over now that he was stuck with Knockout until Shockwave got here, but he managed to make some progress by the time Shockwave arrived.
The day seemed to fly after that. The white and orange autobot absorbing himself in his work, then getting dragged out of it by heavy optics. Slowly but surly they dropped. And so did he.
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Knockout POV
The sound of glass shattering is what alerted him. Turning around he saw the stupid medic on the ground. That stupid autobot ruining things! His flow was just starting and now it's ruined!
"Knockout, take the prisoner to the medbay, I can finish up in the lab today." Shockwave said. Making caring for Ratchet sound so trivia. Knockout sighed loudly before huling the autobot off the floor and dragging him to the medbay.
"You are heavier than you look." Knockout complained to the unconscious body, after droping it down on the medical slab. "Unfortunately you do kind of look decent. Handsome even, if your personality didn't kill the sex appeal I'd call you dashing."
The deception's hand was extended before he could think about it, and he was stroking the side of the infernal autobot's face like he would with Breakdown's. Stopping Knockout looked at his hand in horror. What did he just say? What did he just do? No. Not this soon. Not ever. No. Nope. Never happening.
His breathing became erratic and his hands started shaking. I was getting hard to stay conscious. Why? Why was it so hard? Why was his vision blacking out? WHY!?