I'm not really sure where this came from and I'm guessing because you'd have to be blind not to see how adorable these two are together. If the fandom can have Starscream/Vehicon, then I can have Knock Out/Insecticon. No matter how one sided and bat shit crazy it can be. This is probably going to be a very short series, because it's going to start with the end of Crossfire and end with Tunnel Vision. Somewhat canon faithful, but pretending that the two episodes happened a week apart, and probably insane, so review and let me know what you think!

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The medical bay had been eerily silent since the resident medic released the last of the repaired Vehicons. He had given up on removing parts from those who hadn't made it and now sat on a bench with a data pad rested loosely in his servo. He clicked the screen with a perfectly sharpened talon with little interest in the report that he had been filling out for future reference, mentally cursing the higher officers for making this mandatory.

Even though he hadn't been completely engrossed in his duty, he hadn't noticed that there was a visitor in his open work place. He hadn't picked up on the scurried footsteps, which he would later complain made no sense for how large the frame was, and certainly didn't hear the med-bay doors close behind the guest. Matter of fact, it wasn't until a large shadow loomed over his smaller frame that he was startled from his report.

"What the—" His widened, shocked optics lit up and his helm whipped upward in surprise. He leaned back from the beast that hovered in front of him, its mouth twitching as it started at him with an unreadable expression that reminded him of the mech that was more than likely the reason he wasn't relaxing peacefully in his quarters. He sneered to hide his fear of the creature and waved a servo. "Get lost."

Obviously, the medic wasn't as frightening as he wanted to be because the creature didn't even look fazed by his reaction. It even stepped forward, gears creaking under the stress of its large body. He turned his helm slightly when it knelt down slightly and gave a small series of clicks. The red mech didn't understand what it was attempting to tell him and felt unease with how close the giant was standing to him. He never liked or trusted the Insecticons as it was, even if they were loyal but dim.

"Sorry there, big guy, I can't understand you," he vented heavily to display his frustration. He couldn't help but feel aggravated by the situation; here he was trying to fill this report out before Megatron came in ranting and raving about it, and this annoying drone was wasting his time. Much to his dismay, the creature clicked again and didn't even seem to understand his irritation. Groaning, he sent a glare to the beast, "why are you even in here?"

It was silent for a moment before clicking and raising a clawed servo, extending one of the sharp talons. It was pointing at him and that unnerved the sports car to the point that he threw the beast another glare, sneering as he leaned back farther. "As flattered as I am, I'm busy," he nearly snarled despite himself. "So go away."

The beast didn't budge and it was getting far more annoying than it had before. It just stared at him but did lower its servo almost too slowly for the movement to appear normal. The medic, who was now desperate to get the insect to just leave, quickly put his signature to the data pad and shoved it towards the creature. "Take this to Lord Megatron." When it didn't move he growled at it, "Are you glitch or something? I said to take the damn data pad to Lord Mega—"

He paused when it turned and made its way towards the exit. The medic watched the beast, somewhere between disgust and curiosity, and barely noticed how it seemed to limp along. Had it come to him for repairs? He didn't quite know but it was too late to ask, and probably worthless due to him not understanding its speech patterns, because it had disappeared out of the med-bay doors. Well, at least he didn't have to face Megatron today and his visitor was gone; back to work, he supposed.

.O.

It was joors later that his med-bay door opened again. He didn't look up from the data that he was working on so that the crew could repair the ship as quickly as possible. He heard heavy footsteps so he automatically thought that it had been the new second in command, Dreadwing, and attempted to wave him off as he always did when he was busy. "I'm still working," he said. "I'll deliver it when I'm finished, so you can tell Megatron to be patient or he can have Soundwave do it."

When there was no response on his obviously rude statement, he knew that it hadn't been the mech that he thought it was. He lifted his helm and turned to view the last being that he expected. Standing a few feet away was the injured visitor from before, the creature staring at him blankly but its head had been tilted slightly to the side. He frowned and narrowed his optics, "What? I'm still busy, you know." it surprisingly stepped forward, the limp still drawing his attention.

"I can't repair you right now," he added as it stopped only a step away from him. He was surprised when it shifted, obviously in discomfort, and that fact was unnerving to the medic. He'd been told they were drones, lower on the food chain than even the miners, Vehicons, and Eradicons. The moment he'd inquired Megatron about them, he'd just said that they couldn't feel anything and were just mindless killers. Yet here was one that was in obvious pain and probably wanted the medic to repair it. Despite popular belief, Knock Out wasn't as completely sparkless as he appeared.

"Fine," he said with a slight snarl, motioning to a medical berth. "But you tell no one. Not the other Insecticons, or Dreadwing, or Soundwave, and especially not Megatron." Oddly enough, the creature seemed to understand for it had nodded at him and limped over to the berth, crawling up on it and sitting. The medic was somewhere between amused and annoyed when he gathered up a few tools, after placing the data pad down, and moved to the beast's side.

He began to examine the leg first, then the foot that had been attached to it. It was strange how different the set up was between them but unnerving at how similar they were also. However, none of that mattered truly because upon close inspection he'd found that the damage was far worse than he'd expected. All too familiar claw marks on the outer armor had been the least of this creature's problem, as wiring had been torn and fried, which wasn't the only thing causing the limp. An infection, rust by the looks of it, had begun to settle in and that could only mean one thing. It was a wound over an older injury that had went untreated.

"I need to put you in stasis," he concluded as a frown marred his face. "It's going to be a diffic—whoa!" He stumbled back as the creature shrieked and sat up quickly, nearly colliding with the medic. He scowled up at it as he stood, lifting a servo and readying it to strike out if need be. "Calm yourself. I don't really care about what happens to you, but obviously you won't leave me alone until the repairs are completed." The beast snarled at him, which almost made him back pedal to the doors to flee, but it was when their fields met that he realized something. It wasn't aggression that the beast was showing but fear.

The last time it had been placed in stasis, it had been abandoned until recently. It seemed frightened that it would happen again, so the medic did the only thing he knew to do at a time like this. He lied and manipulated the creature's feelings, well if it had feelings. He cooed and coaxed the giant to lay back down and allow him to complete the procedure. It was hesitate at first but soon did as he requested, long visor seemingly focused on the sports car until it dimmed and lost its glow entirely.

He turned and headed towards the small office space, past many of the offlined drones until he reached one in particular. Dreadwing, who had heard the medic's anxiety over the Insecticons, had placed the icy corpse of one back there. He knew how to push his buttons and seemed to do everything in his power to bother the sports car since the death of his partner. Probably because his friend wasn't there to stop the seeker. Breakdown had been a presence that not many could ignore, and his company in the medical hanger had been welcomed. It was unnerving with him gone.

Plucking a few delicate wires from corpse, he ventured back over to the stasis locked creature and began repairs. It was a long process and he was thankful that the brute wasn't awake for it. It was all foreign to him; wires were more flimsy compared to what he was used to and the advanced stages he found the rust substance in disturbed him. However, he somehow managed to finish the repairs and clean the area as carefully as he could, then brought the beast out of stasis.

Much to his surprise, it could it longer to come around than he had been comfortable with. Even when it had awoken, it seemed to stay on the berth but had managed to sit up. The medic shifted under its intense stare and even flinched when its visor dimmed, helm turned down and seemed to study its wound. When it turned its attention back to him, it made a noise that Knock Out didn't understand completely but took it as a thank you since it didn't seem aggressive.

"You can go now," he found himself saying as he turned abruptly. He took the data pad that he'd put aside and seated himself back down on a bench, optics focusing on the screen as he read and analyzed the information. There was movement from the direction of the beast, then heavy footsteps and just as they sounded right next to him, they stopped. He refused to look up but still frowned. "You're annoying me. I repaired you, you can go now."

However, it still didn't leave. Matter of fact, it stood there and stared at him. The medic lifted his gaze and glared at the beast, who then made another small noise and scurried by his feet. With a surprised yelp, he jumped and lifted his legs away from the creature when it collapsed forward. It took a full klik for him to realize what it was doing; laying in the spot that would have been next to his feet. He watched it for a moment, looking for any signs that signaled that it wanted to do harm.

He found none so he placed his bases back to the floor, careful not to disturb the creature. He listened to it click softly before it completely settled, seeming more relaxed now that the medic hadn't lashed out or refused its gesture. He loosened up too and leaned back, bringing the data pad back up to optic level. Despite not being able to understand his visitor and possibly not be able to communicate with it, it seemed to fill the silence that Breakdown's death left behind. The sound of its systems humming created a peace that he felt thrilled to have back, and suddenly he didn't mind that it wouldn't leave.

.O.

Later that cycle, Dreadwing had been ordered to enter the medical bay to check on Knock Out's progress on the repair plans. Megatron's patience was running thin and he planned on telling the medic just that. Maybe then the lazy aft would do something other than gossip and be all around annoying. He didn't bother to knock, as it was the med-bay and open to all, but when he went into it he was surprised at what he found. He suddenly wished he had at least given some warning so he wouldn't have had to see this. Whatever this was.

Recharging lightly on a bench, the medic had a data loosely gripped in one servo. The other dangled off his frame and seat, resting lightly on the helm of an Insecticon. The creature was resting on the floor, visor offline and systems running lightly, probably in a recharge mode as well. There was nothing bitter coming from the mech's aura, like it had been since he'd arrived, or even mischievous. It was a strange sight, probably not the strangest he'd seen in this particular room, but it didn't make it feel anymore right.

Deciding that enough was enough, the seeker stepped forward to wake the medic and get the show back on the road. However, as soon as his base hit the floor of the med-bay, the creature's visor lit up and its helm lifted. The two powerful beings exchanged looks; its expression unreadable while Dreadwing's was glaring and demanding respect. He didn't get it and he was growled at, the noise low and warning of danger, and hinting at the pain that the beast could inflict on him.

Dreadwing twitched. He couldn't believe his luck, but still decided to humor the creature. Well, maybe it did frighten him a bit because he'd seen what they could do when angered, and that growl hinted at anger. So, the seeker turned sharply and exited the med-bay. Megatron didn't need that plan right now, and it was possibly better that the medic did get some recharge. And if Megatron disagreed, he could go and wake him, and deal with his little attack dog.

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To be continued…