~Megatron's POV~
"SOUNDWAVE!" I was overly irritable, but only because of two things, "Where is that medic?!"
Make that three.
I listened as my communications officer relayed a message sent by Knockout, another delay in his mission.
"Tell him that he has one more day before I go get him myself. I knew I should have sent Dreadwing." I growled once again, and stomped off to my berthroom, knowing I needed to recharge, though I did it reluctantly. Vehicons scattered as my pedesteps boomed through the hallways of the Nemesis, my processor roaming to the other two problems at hand: Starscream still hadn't shown up, and neither has Wildstryke. I worry for her. The last she was seen, was just before she had somehow escaped the Autobots. Those idiots. And she wasn't even close to being fully repaired! I should have fought for the right to take her with me, but I don't think she would have wanted to be in the same place Arachnid once roamed along side her. I swear I can still hear the witty laughter when they both told jokes with the other vehicons. For once, I miss something that... I shook my helm. Those days are past, never to be seen again, never to be heard. Always forgotten, or as close as one can get to forgetting...
Soon I found myself at the door of my berthroom, the metal sliding open as I pushed the needed buttons. I saw the usual grey walls, seemingly mundane now. I could practically hear Wildstryke's comment if she saw it. It would probably be something snide, though she has her sweet moments, though I always seem to see her when shes serious, and it's amusing. How I wish she would have accepted the position I had offered her, then she would have been at my side more often. She has her freedoms though, and for once, I don't want to take it. To strip away Wildstryle's freedom, is to strip away her very being. Though I have a feeling she would have gladly fought me in order to keep that freedom. I may challenge her to a dual upon her return, just to see who would have won.
I felt my energy fading, so I finally closed my optics, hoping that when I wake, Wildstryke will be back.
~(Y/N)'s POV~
I have started to become rather worried... Not because of the race starting in less then half an hour, but for Knockout. Megatron sent him on a mission for relics that have been showing up for awhile now (either I wasn't told, or I didn't care to pay attention about this fact... to be honest I probably wasn't paying attention), and that's what he had used as an excuse to find me for a week, then staying away for longer in order to be with me, and a race, of course, he has no protest.
"Why are we here at 11:30 instead of showing up on time?" My boyfriend whined, most likely not liking the slight heat of the day.
"Because I'm giving Tyson the satisfaction of a dramatic entrance, only for him to be dramatic after his defeat." I stated, my new holoform leaning on the hood of his alt mode. I needed a crew, so asked Knockout if he could conjure up a holoform for me so that he could use my alt mode, and I could use his. Why you ask? Well I'm not Knockout if I don't use my signature car!
"Is that him?" Dad asked, pointing to a large plume of dust in the distance.
"Most likely," was my nonchalant answer as I examined my nails, bored.
As I predicted, Tyson and his goons made donuts around us, just barely keeping from hitting each other, and us. Personally I think it could have much more dramatic, and dangerous, but he doesn't my ability of foresight.
"This, is your crew?" Tyson laughed as he stepped from his brand new, white Porsche, most likely stolen. "You're joking, right?"
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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...
