~(Y/N)'s POV~
It's official, and everyone on the Nemesis knows it. Knockout and I are inseperable. We go on missions together, race together, work together. In all honesty, it's the exact same way it was before we weren't "Official". The only difference is the flirting. It's more frequent, and annoys the hell out of Starscream!
"Would you two PLEASE be serious for once?!"
"We are being serious, just not about whatever we were talking about two seconds ago... what was it again?"
Knockout snickered as I played with the tips of my hair innocently. I knew what we were talking about. That stupid generator had been collecting dust until now. The stupid thing had been demolished for parts to build a new canon.
"Look Screamer-"
"Would you stop calling me that?!"
"Yeah, when you stop acting like a whiny 2 year old! Now, we can't even start putting the darn thing together until I find the blueprints. Sadly the image is lost, some sort of data corrosion pretty much shattered it, but the steps are here, somewhere..."
"And when do you plan on finding them?"
I made a 180 turn, looking at the computer that became my entire life. Okay that's a lie, Knockout became my entire life. Anywho, As I looked, the symbols that I learned to understand swept past the screen, some large, others not, and some just a distraction to the real information imbedded in the codes. Apparently I was staring at the screen for a long time because Starscream cleared his voicebox.
"I'll find them when I find them," I turned back around, pointer finger rubbing my chin in thought, "In the meantime, you can just sit back, relax and fail to gain everyone's allegiance."
He hated how I saw right through him. No amount of armour and metal plating would be able to hide his true intentions. I had informed Knockout of my little thought, and he basically said that he kinda knew. Now we both make fun of his failures and how's he's so desperate.
"Look here you piece of flesh-"
"Are you just realizing that I'm made of flesh? How disappointing!" I pouted, earning a growl from Strascream and a hidden chuckle from Knockout.
The stiletto wearing Con left with a huff, leaving me with my Devil Car. We only looked at each other mischievously.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked in his lovely voice, it sounded like silk to me.
"Boogidy Boogidy Boogidy..."
"Let's go racing boys."
Soon we found ourselves in the same arena we met Tyson, and demolished his car. I got a chance to peek inside the arena we fought, and saw his precious prize, stolen from me years ago. I couldn't help but smile as I found him again, many guys surrounding him and his new car. It was black, again, like his soul.
"Well well, look who decided to get a knew set of wheels! You should really pick more durable cars for me to trash, it's no fun when they're so fragile!" I smiled, hearing Knockout snicker as we both watched Tyson's face turn red with anger, "Careful, don't want to blow circuit."
"Alright fine, if you want a fight, I'll give you a fight. Straight-away match, the first to blow their engine loses."
"What do ya think Knockout?" I whispered to his radio.
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Fanfic(Y/N) sat down. Her day had been full of the impossible. Only one question remains: Is Knockout just grateful, or is there more to it? (TFP fanfiction. I don't own them, and you all own yourselves so.... yeah The first of two books. Want more? Look...
