Transformers: Oneshots [Test Drive]

More than friends || Knockout X femme

Y/n = Your name || N/n = Your nickname || M/c = Main color || S/c = Secondary/other colors || O/c = Optic color || F/n = Friend name

Cycle: Minute
Klik: 30 seconds or so

Setting: Post war, during reconstruction of Cybertron
Other: You and Knockout have been friends for a very long time, very close friends in fact. Perhaps all you're even closer than you thought. (Not connected to my other stories, unlike the usual.)

ALSO, unlike my other stories this one is a lot more lenient for whomever your character is. Height isn't specific, neither are the alt mode, affiliation, abilities, etc.

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     I sat in the waiting room. Ever since the war ended, and Megatron officially disbanded the decepticons, I've been working in construction. I always imagined that after the war, things would automatically be great. I kinda forgot to take into account all the rebuilding that would be needed.

     Anyway, while helping build the Optimus Prime memorial someone had dropped a bunch of supplies. I dodged in time to miss most of it, but some metal poles ended up hitting my leg - causing some dents. I wanted to keep working, but I've been working so hard lately. My gears need a checkup before I can be back in tip-top shape.

     "Y/n? We're ready for you in room fourteen," one of the nurses called. I stood up and limped my way down the metal hall. Small, temporary hospitals had been quickly built while the rest of Cybertron and Iacon were being reconstructed. I walked into the room. Considering my occupation as of late, I couldn't help but notice just how rushed the construction of this place had been.

     I sat down on the medical berth, waiting for the doctor. To my surprise, a red mech with a fantastic finish opened the door and walked in.

     "Knockout!?"

     "Y/n?!"

     We both laughed, and I stood up to hug the former decepticon. "You're a doctor now? Well - I know you've been one for awhile - but you were always better at things like surgery. And. Well. Let's just say anatomy," I joked before playfully punching him in the arm.

     "Watch the finish," Knockout joked as he brushed off where I had punched him. "And I'll have you know, I've left all that behind me."

     I lifted an optic ridge skeptically.

     "What? You really think I don't have it in me to choose the side of good, for the sake of it being good?" he responded in mock offendedness.

     I rolled my optics. "You just joined the winning team."

     We both looked at each other for a few moments before we both started laughing. "It's good to see you," I said.

     "Likewise. Now let's look at that leg of yours," Knockout said. I nodded and sat down again, lifting my leg for him to inspect. As he worked out the dent and such, we talked.

     "What are you most excited about the return of Cybertron? Other than races," I added.

     Knockout shrugged. "Racing on clean metal instead of dirty asphalt and dust. Oh, and oil-baths."

     I chuckled. "Fine, be that way. Well I'm most excited to just live life. No more being forced to fight and follow orders."

     "And to have the freedom of racing whenever I please," I added.

     Knockout smiled, "oh please, with your frame you could race whenever you wanted. Not like anyone could catch you," he flirted. "Of course, my finish will always win."

     I just smiled. Once Knockout was finished, I moved my leg back and forth before standing up. "Well thanks. It was good seeing you. We should catch up again sometime."

     Knockout nodded, finishing some notes on his datapad. "Definitely. How about tomorrow night?"

     "Yeah, sounds great. Where you wanna meet? I'm pretty sure they've already rebuilt macadams-"

     "The north bridge, above the Iacon raceway thirty cycles before sundown."

     I paused. That would mean just the two of us. My spark started to pulse slightly faster for some reason. Usually we hung out at bars, parties, races, or other public places. Not that I'm complaining, it's just different. I shouldn't feel so nervous. We're best friends after all.

     "Y/n?"

     I looked up, "uh-yes. Sounds great. See you then."

     I then walked out the door, down the hall, and outside. Was this a date?

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     I made my way to the bridge in my alt-mode, transforming a few kliks away. I stopped in surprise. There was Knockout, his finish somehow more shiny than usual. His crimson optics looked nervous, but grew relieved when he saw me. In one servo was a rare Cybertronian glass-flower, and in the other was a box of what looked like energon sweets.

     I walked over slowly, blushing wildly - making my faceplates a bright blue. "Knockout? Wha-What is all of this?"

     Knockout just smiled, handing me the flower and motioning me to sit down with him - facing the raceway and sunset. "Just a little something for the most beautiful femme I know."

     I smiled, unable to hold it back. I looked down at the flower, unable to keep optic-contact. Knockout opened the box of energon sweets, handing me one. I took it gratefully.

     As time passed, we slowly started to talk. Not about anything specific. Just...life. Knockout as always was flirty, confident, and had to mention his finish ever couple cycles. But then as the conversation continued, I mentioned something. Rather, someone.

     "Remember that one time on earth where we all went to a race, and someone spray-painted Breakdown? You.were..so..." I stopped. Knockout's smile had disappeared, and he looked away from me so I couldn't see his expression.

     I looked down. We both sat in silence for a few cycles. Nothing needed to be said. When Breakdown offlined, Knockout pretended to be just fine. He kept up his confident, flirty persona. But deep down, I knew he was struggling. The two were close. Closer than Knockout and I ever have been. I was also struggling. We both quietly acknowledged each others pain. And each others wish to bury it down.

     I slowly leaned against Knockout. The sun had reached below the horizon, and now we could see stars and galaxies above in the sky. As I stared at the horizon, Knockout turned his helm - looking at me. A small smile appeared on the edge of his dermas. I turned, looking at him.

     We gazed into each others optics. For me, memories of our friendship flashed through my mind. Joking, laughing, crying. Unknown to me, Knockout was remembering the same moments. We both remembered how we felt. And how now, it felt like more.

     Simultaneously, we slowly closed our optics, leaned in, and kissed.