Bushwhacked

"Stoppit… Stoppit!"

The Decepticon motioned for his so called 'healer' to leave him alone and let him be in his misery.

His proud coat finish was scratched and dented by an accident Knock Out would be completely embarrassed if someone had to explain the story for him. The stench from the putrid aroma wasn't improving the day. Sitting around, cramped up and trying to get "better" wasn't helping the situation, either.

He heard a feminine voice, which belonged to his 'doctor', scoff in frustration. Arcee picked up a new cleaning brush, and began to dampen it in the decontamination spray.

"If you hold still, we would have finished this minutes ago! The grill is the most simplest place to clean, and you have to make it feel like I'm fighting wild razorhogs."

He felt the brush grooming against his frame, feeling Arcee's motions grinding into the metal.

"Make it softer..." he moaned in pain. "If you keep that up, I don't know if I'll be in one piece."

"Complain anymore, and you will be all over the room."

After the threat echoed throughout the room, Knock Out didn't utter a word. He was damaged all over the place. Tomorrow looked very bleak. How was he suppose to look his best and uphold his reputation as a Decepticon medic? All was hopeless...

The medic moaned a heavy sigh.

"It's all dented..."

A firm grasp wrapped around part of his arm. He mildly winced.

"Oww..."

He glanced up at the blue femme. It was clear that she was frustrated helping him.

"I'm not the one who dived into the void of scraplets."

She got back to the decontamination spray and cleared the brush.

Silence.

Knock Out couldn't understand why there was a lump of pain swelling in his spark. It felt so sad. So remorseful. It was a feeling... he never felt before.

What was it? What was it called?

Arcee then broke the silence.

"And before that ran into the thorns and the Earth creature that was a... I think it's called a skunk."

The heavy swelling grew bigger as he glanced at the floor. He soon felt the spray rubbing against his frame. Closing his optics, his mind floated through a loose train of thought.

The worry he had for himself... wasn't as big as the other feelings that were beginning to build up. After a moments thought, he finally concluded what those feelings were.

He hurt Arcee, and he regretted it with all his spark.

A gentle hand was soon on his shoulder, and he turned to see Arcee's face soften.

"You don't... have to be at top notch all the time. It's going to be alright..."

She knew exactly what to say to him at moments like these. Maybe that's why he loved her.

"... thank you. I'm sorry."

A kiss was soon on his forehead.

"I love you..."

Note*~

Knock Out has quite the ego, haha! Beyonce wrote a song about egos. Song title of the same subject? ;)

teheheheh…

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