My Love (Decepticon Scenarios) Vol. 2

Doing Something Cybertronian Pt.2

Knockout

"Knock knock."

Knockout turned to look over his shoulder as you entered his little "office"– two mugs in servo. It brought on a small, thankful smile.

"I hope I'm not interrupting; I just thought you may need this," you raised one of the mugs up then placed it on his desk, making sure to not spill any hot energon on any of his files.

"Oh, please do Doll. Interrupt me as much as you want," the doctor immediately took the energon and took a large gulp. "I need a break."

You leaned against the desk to face the mech. "Are you at least almost done?"

He let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm about half way done."

You lowered your gaze. If only you could help him lessen the workload. But he would have to take time to teach you what to do first, which would create yet another task for the poor overworked mech. A datapad's heading caught your eye.

'CEREBRAL INFORMATION DOWNLOAD.'

Knockout had spoken about this before. It's a proscedure where you use a patch, connect it to your helm, to download information. It's believed that this inspired Shockwave to create the cortical psyche patch– a device that did the exact opposite.

As you read the first lines over, a plan formed in your mind. You were going to give Knockout his break.

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The clutch made a deep 'click' as you attached it to the back of your head. You winced at the slight sting, but otherwise there was not pain at all.

"Okay (Y/N), that's the final step." You made sure the line was properly secure and connected to the computer holding the database with all the notes and knowledge on the theory of each medical procedure Knockout had accumulated. Once done you got comfortable on a chair. "Now to just switch it on and take in the knowledge..."

With a deep breath taken, you flipped the switch and closed your optics.

At first you were pleasantly surprised as a rush of new knowledge filtered through your processor. Hundreds of medical methodologies were suddenly known.

Then came the head-splitting pain. Like magma pushing through the crevices of the earth, a searing pain flowed through your energon lines. Your optics glowed and your servos shot to your head.

You did not even hear your own screams, but Knockout did.

"(Y/N)!"

The patch was quickly but carefully ripped out. Your limbs were numb, but before you met the floor, Knockout had you in your arms.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)!?" The doctor shook you.

The light jolt brought you back to the present. Your body ached, buy otherwise you felt alright. A quick search and you found that you definitely acquired the knowledge.

But Knockout wasn't happy.

"What the frag were you thinking!?" He took both sides of your face, forcing you to look him dead in the optics. "Are you out of your mind!? You could've–..."

You reach up and cup his hands. The delecate touch brought him to silence.

"Shhh, I'm sorry baby." Your digits gently started stroking the back of his hands. "I didn't mean to scare you."

Knockout took a big breath, trying to calm his racing spark. "Well, mission failed then."

He became quiet once more as he looked you over: from the top of your head, to your legs.