My Worst Enemy {Transformers Story}

Chapter Six

Chapter Six 

Starscream worked the entire time Megatron was gone on the chain link, his claws dulling from the constant grinding against the other metal. He couldn’t care less if it got him out of the mess he was in. Panting a little, he vainly tugged at the chain, a small gouge in the metal after a good three earth hours at work. He needed weeks to get anywhere...Then the door opened. 

Megatron entered, footfalls heavy but well balanced. He was not a clumsy creature at all. Starscream pressed as far back as he could against the back wall of the room and prayed by some miracle Megatron couldn’t reach him. He got ready to lash out with his claws when Megatron got closer. 

Starscream let out a shriek when he was grabbed from behind, easily dragged out from under the berth by his legs. He twisted to retaliate and thought better of it when he saw Megatron’s glare. If looks could kill, that would have been more than enough. 

“Come, Starscream.” he ordered, unclipping the chain from the collar as he hauled the Seeker to his pedes.

“My Lord, I really think this is unnecessary!” Starscream insisted, hooking his claws into the side of the berth so Megatron had to yank him free and drag him by the collar to the door. 

“We shall see, Starscream. I would rather be safe than sorry.”

“I am perfectly healthy!” Starscream shouted, digging his heels in as he was pulled closer to the door. 

“Am I going to have to carry you there?” Megatron hissed, knowing that would cease the struggling for a little while.

“Carry me? Carry me?! You can barely carry that huge aft of yours, you-mmmph!”

Megatron clamped a hand over Starscream’s mouth before he picked him right up and carried him the rest of the way into the med bay, the Seeker kicking, clawing, and making muffled curses and shouts. 

“Glad you could make it.” Knock Out said, optics rolling a little.

“He’s your problem now. I will be back in an Earth hour.” Megatron snapped, dumping a furious Starscream on the medical berth.

“Breakdown, would you mind keeping a hold on him while I work?” Knock Out called to his assistant. 

“Sure, Knocks.” he said, one hand holding Starscream by the collar as the Seeker squirmed and thrashed.

“Not now, Breakdown!” Knock Out yelped, feeling the other mech give his aft a little pinch. The two were more than just partners during missions and Breakdown liked to remind him of that at the worst times. 

“Alright, do you feel anything is malfunctioning, hurting, or otherwise causing trouble?” Knock Out asked flatly, the usual routine kicking in as he examined Starscream’s optics and neck cables. 

“I’m just fine, you slagging idiot!” Starscream shouted as Knock Out prodded at his wing connections. 

“It never hurts to make sure. Well, unless you’re due for some kind of virus protection.” Knock Out said as Starscream started clawing into Breakdown. 

“I do not get viruses!” 

“You might if you mate with Megatron and drop your firewalls!” Knock Out retorted, jabbing at Starscream’s abdominal cables. 

“I am not mating with him!” 

“Oh? I think he believes you are.”

Starscream made a louder squeak of surprise when Knock Out pressed a cold sensor into his middle. Breakdown held him steady and grunted a little when the Seeker got his claws through his arm plating. 

“Watch it, Starscream!” he muttered, although the mild pain was nothing to worry him. It was merely annoying. 

“I am not here to be bred like some Earth animal!” 

“Megatron would disagree, Starscream. Now hold still...” Knock out said, spreading the Seeker’s legs a little. 

“Oh, no! That is NOT being checked!” 

“Just deal with it, Starscream!” Knock Out snapped, spreading some oil on his hand to make the whole thing a little easier. 

Starscream made a deep growl and suddenly a loud shriek when he was so unpleasantly surprised. He writhed while Knock Out poked and prodded, the Seeker more than uncomfortable.

“Well, so far you seem just fine, although I think you should get the newest anti-virus I have.” Knock Out said, washing off his hand before getting the syringe. 

Starscream saw the terrifyingly long needle and felt like he might purge. Knock Out gave him a concerned look for a moment, wondering what was wrong with the strange creature. Just as he shrugged it off and took Starscream’s arm, the mech shut offline.

“Did he really pass out?” Breakdown asked after Knock Out finished administering the new anti-virus. The sports car shrugged. 

“He’s sensitive.”

“And so are you, little one.”

“I am not little!” 

“You’re much smaller than me!” Breakdown growled lovingly, nuzzling Knock Out a little. The surge of love and longing across his bond nearly overwhelmed Knock Out.

“Once Megatron gets him we can, I promise.” 

“How long will that be?” 

“Oh, a few minutes. He’s always timely.” 

***

Megatron returned just when Knock Out had predicted. He quickly grabbed the still offlined Starscream and shoved him into his leader’s arms. 

“What’s wrong with him?” Megatron sighed, optics unimpressed. Knock Out waved a hand dismissively.

“I’m sure you heard of his little...issue...with needles?” 

“One of his many issues, I assure you.” the mech grunted, shifting Starscream a little so his neck wouldn’t bother him when he came online again. Knock Out noticed the subtle act and smiled inwardly.

“He got the newest anti-virus and is quite healthy. His kind are known for it.” Knock Out explained, patting Starscream’s wing. “And if you need any advise or information about anything, let me know.”

“He’s entirely clean? I will not have a glitch passed on from the little wretch.”

“Entirely clean. Never had a mate in his life.” Knock Out assured, a little smirk on his lips. “You might want to warn him that-”

“He doesn’t need warnings, he will just take it.” Megatron snapped, turning and carrying his little prize out of med bay. 

“Glad I’m not bonded to that.” Breakdown said, padding over to his partner. Knock Out made a little grunt when he was suddenly picked up and slung over the larger mech’s shoulder. 

“Watch the paint!” 

“I can fix you up after.”

“So you plan on being rough?” 

“Of course.” 

“Bring it on, sweetspark.”