Knockout was not aware of the chain of custody for Bata and Alex (and to extent Sunstreaker and Sideswipe because let's face it, those two need supervision).
Neither did Marissa Faireborn.
Drift had just returned from a battle heavily injured, but alive and conscious. The near loss was a normal thing in the autobot team's lives, especially for the mismatched family of Bata and Alex's, which composed of an autobot medic and ex-con fathers, two lambo twins, a G.I. Joe ninja uncle, an ex-merc sister and her wife and daughter.
It had never occured to Faireborn to wonder who would watch over the human children if the worst happened to their dads. So she asked.
Ratchet was working on an injured Windblade while Knockout worked on Drift at the time. Thrust responded for them.
"Well, legally, Arcee and I function as the twins' godmothers and would get them, but if we pass, their godfathers will watch over them."
"And who are they?" Marissa asked.
Breakdown looked up from where he was checking medical supplies. "Me and Knockout."
"We are?" Knockout looked away from his patient in surprise.
"Yeah, remember? They asked...well, me when we moved to New York. And I...I guess I forgot to tell you."
"Why in hell would you make me a godfather?" Knockout questioned Ratchet and Drift.
"Well," Drift started. "Breakdown is sweet and great with kids, and understands them needing education and all that."
"Why me?" Knockout asked again.
"Cause you're Breakdown's conjunx and you're a medic." Ratchet said without looking up. "We couldn't just ask him and a medic is a good godfather to have."
Knockout nodded. "Okay, that does make sense."
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We Are A Family
عشوائيDrabbles of my OCs and their transformer family. Drift and Ratchet with their adopted children Sunstreaker, Sideswipe and human kids Bata and Alex. Other characters feature.
