~Knocked-Out~

That Femme/Stalker

Knockout POV

"Nightstreak..." Arcee gasped, with a small growl in her voice. Darkshade's  smirk faded away immediately, and she scowled. 

"I'm not Nightstreak, and you will NOT call me as such!" She snarled, and placed the relic on her helm. It was a gold piece of metal, adorned with two small light-blue circles, with a larger crimson red one in the middle. It fit as if it were made for her, making her optics glow bright red, and her armor shine even brighter than it already did in the specks of sun that peeked through the bed of leaves and twigs up above. But, it wasn't the beauty of the relic that made my spark ache, and the tears start flowing again, but it was those circles. The blue ones, oh how it reminded me of her, and her beautiful blue otics, the ones that shone like the sky on a summer day, the ones that made energon pulse with envy at the beautiful shade. And the red one, the one that matched the now evil glare she now shot at me, how it made my spark drop, feel empty. And the way she snarled her name, the one she now threw away, and refused to allow anyone to call her that...she wasn't the same femme who had smiled so warmly, so softly, when she had introduced herself. No...that femme, the femme I so fell in love with, she was gone. This...this was Megatron's evil double, his servant. That gorgeous femme who had sung so beautifully, was dead. One with the All Spark. She left when she found out, about my horrid past. And came back, only for a few seconds, to say her final goodbyes. 

Nightstreak was gone. 

Darkshade had won. 

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Growling at the computer that now towered over him, Optimus leaped up one more, just falling a few inches short of reaching the ledge, and landing on his aft again. Oh, how he hated this state, how he hated feeling helpless, young, rookie, unlike the leader he truly was. 

And...oh, how he hated being looked down at instead of up. It drove him insane! It seemed like every glance was a glare, and the shadows that constantly kept him in the dark. 

Oh, and how could he forget? The Rs. 

The Rs that he tried so hard to pronounce correctly, and that always came out wrong in his weak little mouth, it made him feel like a sparkling. He growled again. 

"Need help?" Ratchet's voice echoed from behind, and he listened as the metallic footsteps approached. 

"No, I've got this." He replied, and jumped again. Not even close. 

"It seems like you need help."

"I do not wequire assistance!" Optimus countered, growing annoyed, and jumped, this time, grasping onto the slanted ledge. "See?" Then, his servos slipped, and he fell into Ratchet's awaiting servo, who lifted him up to the desk, much to the Prime's annoyance.

"I could've done that myself." He pouted, and Ratchet rolled his optics. 

"Optimus, please, you need to be able to admit that you would've been able to do that. A good leader has to accept that everyone needs help every once in a cycle."

The prime sighed in annoyance, the sludged over to the keyboard, and hit a button, the time showing up on the screen. He glanced at it, then jumped down from the table. 

"Is that it? You went through all that to check the time?! Optimus, we have got to get you fixed. If checking the time takes you 20 minutes, than who knows how long it'll take for any other simple functions." Ratchet gasped. 

"Wait...how do you know I've been here for twenty minutes." Optimus turned and glared at the medic, who was backing away, stuttering. 

"Well...uh...I...I mean...I mighta...um...oh scrap." He turned, and scurried out of the room. 

"Stalker." Optimus muttered. 

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Sorry it's so short, I just wanted to get something in, while I work on the next chapter. 

It's a big one!

I also wanted to try writing in POVs 

How'd I do?

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