Jul 19
Little pains were nothing new, when one was conjunxed to a warrior in the middle of a war. Knockout had long ago learned to put them aside, tucking them away in his diagnostics routines - they did make for a great early warning system, so he was never particularly surprised by whatever appeared on his medical slab.
But this…this was something awful, and new. Fear Knockout had never felt before from his stoic mate surged through their bond…before the sudden eerie silence of stasis lock.
Knockout was damned if he was gonna sit by idly. He knew Breakdown, inside and out. Anything that frightened him that badly was a serious threat.
And Knockout didn't particularly care if it was a match for him.
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