~(Y/N)'s POV~
It's only my first day here and already I'm hated. This is not a bad thing to me cause in turn I hate almost all of the Autobots. Optimus is okay, though he is wary of me, and doesn't take chances when I'm around, and to be frank I kinda remind him when I magically show up behind, looking at the 'top secret' Autobot stuff on the computer. Bumblebee is a total sweetheart, I'll leave it at that. The two kids I met later in the day, Rafael and Jack... weeeeeeeeell....
"YOU!" Jack hollered at me as he came out of Bee's passenger seat, "You're the one who knocked Arcee and I off the road!"
"Awe! You remember me! How touching!" I smirked.
Bee whirred from his spot near the hallway across from the elevator.
"You were the one who drove crazier than Knockout?" Raf asked, I'm assuming to validate Bee's statement.
"Honey I AM Knockout, on the streets anyway. I'm known for my quick thinking. It only looks like my driving is crazy, but actually everything is carefully planned out, on the fly of course mind you."
This tiny 12 year old's eyes sparkled with the excitement of calculations. I could tell he was definitely the smarter one of the three. Probably a prodigy of sorts.
"Don't you dare start putting ideas into his head femme." Ratchet threatened me from afar.
"Awe, look at that, the stone cold medic cares!" I teased, making him growl as he started to approach, but Optimus stopped his rage driven movement.
"You will mind your tongue." He warned.
"And you'll have to live with it." I refrained from calling him an aft, for Raf's sake. He's just too much of a cinnamon roll!
I soon found out that the only ones who even remotely wanted to give me a chance was Rafael and Bumblebee. I instantly took a liking to the young boy and his video games, though these simple graphics and 5 minute play-throughs weren't as good as the real thing. Later, I was sent a text.
"Oh, hey can someone give me a ride?"
"Where to?" Asked Raf, ever so innocently.
"A small race just outside of town. It's only a down and back deal but it gives good money and-"
"And you will not be going." Was Ratchet's deadpan answer.
To this I argued, and argued, and argued. First it was about how I even received a text in the first place, then the old grouch started to attack my racing career. I gave every counterpoint to his point and threw in that racing is how I make a living. It was also the reason why I was there in the first place.
"Then, as time goes by, you'll forget about racing, and thereby forget your reason to be with the 'Cons. You'll no longer be a problem to either of us."
I stared at Ratchet. Did he just... He just.... No. No one tells me that I'm a problem! And NO ONE tells me just to forget racing! You know what, just for that I'm going to make my stay here miserable for them!
"Alright then, I'll give up racing if YOU give up the medical field 'Bot!"
"That is preposterous!" He yelled at me, his attention no longer toward the computer once again.
Bee whirred, I'm assuming for the fighting to stop, but Ratchet and I continued, even over Optimus' low chidings, until the Prime had truly. Had. Enough.
"YOU WILL CEASE THIS DISPUTE!" His fisted servo came crashing down on a metal crate beside him, creating a dent that folded the hard metal into a vast V shape. The entire base was silent, the only noise being the extraction of his servo from the armoured container that should have withstood mortar fire. The Prime's angered breath and tightly knit optic brows, betrayed his usually calm demeanor. Raf had hid behind Bumblebee, and Jack was slowly backing away. Ratchet mumbled his apologies, and Bee made a worried beep. I only stared at him, a smirk gracing my features. I had made the famously gentle Optimus Prime crack into violence. Who's to say I couldn't mold the infamous Megatron into kindness, at least around me anyway.
"I believe my stay here will be quite... eventful." I said, taking a seat on the outside rail.
"Your stay here, will be nothing of the sort. I was considerate, and gave you a chance, but that chance has disappeared. Bumblebee, you will take her to the prepared vault."
I jumped off the railing, landing on my feet at the bottom. Ain't no way in the Pit I was going to be cooped up in a vault. What was I? An artifact?
"Perhaps we should send her back." The grumpy medic proposed.
Bee made a couple whirrs and beeps, then bent down to try and grab me, but I silently dodged.
"Bumblebee's right Ratchet," Raf said, "If Knockout was willing enough to give us the Nemesis' coordinates in return, than she must really be in trouble." He was slowly becoming braver after Optimus' outburst, I started to feel kinda bad...
It was decided, to my chagrin, that I would be staying in the vault until the two months was up. Raf said that he'd happily bring me some groceries, and even asked if I wanted anything in particular. I gave him a small list, and he went with Jack and Bee to buy the said items. Before they left though, I gave Rafael my credit card.
"I'm trusting you with this. Don't let anyone else touch it."
He nodded obediently, and they drove off, leaving me to be herded by Ratchet to the prepared vault. I was more then ticked for being put in what one could potentially call a prison, and planned on escaping, though not without my credit card...
~Knockout's POV~
"What do you want 'Con?" Arcee asked disdainfully.
"Nothing at all. I've simply come to prepare you for your departure. We'll miss you dearly." Sarcasm is probably my second language.
"Departure?"
"Why of course," I started to loosen her bonds, enough for an outside force to break, but not enough for her to escape prematurely, "Wouldn't want you rusting here now would we? Don't worry, that overweight wrecker is going too. He's just dead weight anyway." I laughed at my gibe as Arcee tried to release herself, finding her chains slightly slack. Of course, her efforts were fruitless.
I continued to Bulkhead's cell. The same thing as with Arcee. Loosen the chains, talk, leave. Miko, was a little different, but overall the same. They had no clue what I meant by 'departure', which I took great amusement in. No one else knows but Soundwave, Breakdown and me. We decided not to tell Starscream, since he's... well... he's Starscream. What other reason do we need? Tomorrow will be the rescue. I know it. Which means that most likely (Y/N) will try to escape, so I have to time my plan perfectly. She's probably locked up in a vault of some sort already, knowing her. I'll leave just before the Autobots come, and find her in Jasper.
(Who here knows that song?! XD HAHA!)
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Fanfiction(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...
