~Knocked-Out~

Memories

"Knockout!"

His helm jerked away from the holding glare of the warlord, and in the direction in which the voice had spoken.
And his spark flew.
For the one, the one who he had been fighting for all this time, the one who made his spark soar when he thought of her gentle smile, crystal voice, the one who had stolen his spark in the oasis, the one who always crept a smile on to his face, the one who fought like a true warrior, the one who had told him her most precious secrets, the one who he kissed, the one who completed him,
The one who he loved was awake.
And staring right at him.
The tears started forming again, not ones of sorrow or anger, but of joy, overwhelming, and love.
Megatron was barely dazed by the awakening; the only change was a slow evil smile drawn upon his face.

"Ah, Darkshade.... Welcome back." Knockout shot him a look, and inches closer to her berth, placing himself directly in between her and Megatron.

"Night...streak..." He managed to squeak out. She stared at the two of them, confused, lost. Glancing back and forth, between her former lover, and her master. She had memories of both, both good and bad. She also had memories of a seeker, who she would confuse for a femme if it weren't for the way he reacted to being called as such. What was his name? She racked her memories files, scanning through the different scenarios, searching for the mech's name, but she couldn't remember it. Then, she stopped at one file, and upon replaying it, wished not to remember his name.
"He kissed me..." She hissed to herself. Then, she came upon another memory, and the world around her went black.
~~~

"No reason." And he was gone, swept down the hallway without a sound. Darkshade blinked, staring at the spot he used to be, then broke into tears. She didn't know why; it was like a dam had burst inside of her. As she sobbed, pain came to her shoulder. Instinctly, she brought her servo up to rub her arm. She froze, as she felt her servo slip into a hidden...slot in her armor. Her servo wrapped around something small, ragged, and smooth. She grasped onto it, and pulled it out slowly, and brought it into view.

It was a small red piece of armor.

She screamed, and chucked it across the room.

Why was that here? She vividly remembered throwing it down to the ground, at Knockout. There's no reason that should be here. It brings back bad memories.

At that moment, the door slid open, and Soundwave came running in, and took a defensive stance, scanning the room. His gaze landed on Darkshade, and he noticed tears in her optics.

"Soundwave?"
~~~

Then, the world was back. She gasped, and looked around, startled. What was that? It was like she was reliving it. Her optics wandered to Knockout, and she stared at his familiar frame and image in wonder and confusion. He seemed so familiar, so nice. He was willing to fight for her, to put himself in danger, yet she felt a sort of hatred towards him. Racking her memory files again, she came upon some that weren't complete, only fragments of scenes that happened sometime in her past.
~~~

"I promise." He whispered, and kissed her on her forehead. She smiled, and placed a kiss of her own on his cheek. Looking up at him again, she noticed he had a strange expression on his face. He cupped her face with his servo, holding her with the other, and kissed her on the lips. Nightstreak was shocked at first, but quickly got over it, and melted into the kiss also. As they felt the water disappear from under them, and they started to plummet, neither one had the urge to scream.
Because they had each other.

And all the while, they never broke the kiss, not for one second.

~~~

Back in reality, she stared at Knockout, and let out a whimper. He turned his head to face her, and smiled slightly. She smiled back.

"Darkshade, what in the pits of Kaon are you doing?!" Megatron's voice boomed through the room, and Knockout jerked his head back to face the warlord, and growled, then turned it back to her. She stared at his face, trying to make out his features, when it happened again.
~~~

She glanced at Knockout, and her tank churned even more. Now she knew, why he had looked so familiar, why she had been so afraid of him the first time they had met. Now she knew why she recognized him.

"Knockout, the Decepticon medic."

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This one was short.
Short, yet too big.
She stared at his face, and finally, finally, she recognized him.
Knockout, the Decepticon Medic.
Her face turned down into a scowl, a frown, and she growled. Knockout's optics widened, and shock and fear washed over his face, along with sadness.

"You have a choice. Are you Darkshade, Decepticon Princess, and my apprentice..." Megatron demanded.

"...Or are you Nightstreak, an Autobot, and the love of my life?" Knockout finished. She glanced back and forth at them.
One question echoed in her mind, and ate at her.
"Who am I?"