{TFP} How it all started...

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Breakdown let out a sigh and transformed. "You know, I refuse to take orders from you..."

Knockout transformed as well and shifted his helm to Breakdown, only to give him a soft glare. 

   "It's either you listen to me, or run away like a girl!" Knockout taunted, claws scraping the rocky wall as his back was pressed along the side, helm peeking over to see the green Autobot chatting with a yellow sports car.

Breakdown peeked over, whilst shifting his servo into his hammer. "Bulkhead..." He muttered, instantly stepping out into the open, fist clenching and ready for a fight.

   "What're you doing!?" Knockout scowled, pulling himself off the wall and beside Breakdown.

The blue armored truck started to swat his hammer onto Bulkhead's helm, causing him to nearly fall onto the ground.

   "Breakdown..." Bulkhead turned around and planted his fist into Breakdown's face, making him smash and hit the rocky wall, nearly squishing Knockout on the way.

   "Watch it, you brute!" Knockout yelled and took out his energon prod, about to jab it at his neck, but was blocked by Breakdown.

   "He's mine!" Breakdown spread an arm in front of Knockout before smashing his hammer onto the green mech's stomach. Knockout growled before looking at the yellow muscle car.

   "Bumblebee? Am I correct?" Knockout teased, striking for him. He sprinted at a good speed before jabbing him in the neck with his energon prod, grinning as he was pleased by his squeals of pain.

   Beep! Beep...Beep, Beep! 

Knockout smirked at Bumblebee's helpless cries as he was about to scrape his claws along his face, but was punched in the chest as he sprawled across the ground, soon getting up and glancing down at his finish. He gasped in horror and growled in frustration. 

   "YOU SCRATCHED MY PAINT!" He noted with a raspy snarl, striking for him again.

Bumblebee jumped out of the way before running for Bulkhead and tapped his shoulder.

   Beep, beep, beep. Beep! Bumblebee bleeped, wanting to retreat and head back for the Autobot base. He transformed and drove off.

   "If you say so, Bee." Bulkhead transformed, following Bumblebee and leaving a cloud of dust behind.

   "COWARD! FIGHT ME!" Knockout shook a fist in the air before putting his energon prod away and folding his arms. Breakdown's optics widen at this side of Knockout.

   "I thought you weren't a fighter?" Breakdown shifted his hammer away and patted Knockout's small shoulder.

   "Listen, when it comes to someone scratching my paint, I never let them get away with it." Knockout huffed and wailed his servo in the air, beckoning Breakdown to follow him back to the ship.

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Knockout whined as they stepped into the hallway, plucking out pebbles off his scratched chest. Breakdown gave a soft chuckle before leading him into the room. The blue mech browsed along the table and cabinets before finding a buffer in a box and car wax on a small table. Knockout laid on the medical berth before plopping his arms along the edge.

   "Sit up, will ya?" Breakdown sat along the edge of the berth, pulling one of Knockout's arms as he pulled him up to sit.

   "You know how to buff?" Knockout snickered and soon kicked his legs in the air in laughter. "I thought you said you were a fighter!"

Breakdown growled, faceplate heating up in embarrassment. "Just shut your mouth or I'll smash that glossa of yours out of there!"

Knockout kept still, ankles kicking the wall of the berth. Breakdown began to gently buff Knockout's finish whilst plucking the rest of the pebbles that were caught on his chest. Knockout watched him cluelessly, placing a servo on his curved shoulder. As soon as Breakdown finished, he got up and placed the things away.

   "Thanks..." Knockout calmly spoke.

   "No...problem." Breakdown replied, sitting next to Knockout. He kept silent before placing his bulky arm on Knockout's weak shoulder.

   "Ow..." Knockout whined, swatting Breakdown arm off as he moved his shoulder in a circular motion.

   "Sorry." Breakdown laughed and laid down on the berth, arms spread out wide across it. 

Clueless that Breakdown's arm was on the berth, Knockout laid down, looking up at the ceiling. Breakdown's arm flinched slightly before getting it comfortable for Knockout. The young medic soon fell asleep, curling close to Breakdown. The armored truck flushed a light blue before slowly drifting off into a deep recharge...