Raising A Sparkling Together (And Apart)
It didn't take long for Knockout to finish patching up the rest of the vehicons with Breakdown's help. They had just recently boarded The Nemesis and were instantly put to work. Knockout huffed and mumbled to himself about his finish.
"What was that, Knockout?" Breakdown asked from across the room, checking a restarting Vehicon's sparkbeat and energon levels to make sure nothing went wrong. Knockout really only kept him in the medbay for his company, the mech was obviously meant for field work, and Knockout couldn't tell if "field work" meant laboring or fighting at this point. The war had been long and tiring, Knockout could barely remember the last time he had been to a spa to get his finished touched up in the finest place in all of Cybertron. Ah, those times were nice. "Knockout? Knockout? Knockout, you in there?
"Hmm?" Knockout hummed absentmindedly, turning his head to his partner with dimmed optics. "What?"
"I was calling your designation for a while, Knockout. I was wondering where your mind went off to," Breakdown responded while setting a datapad next to the sleeping vehicon beside him.
"Aw, was my partner getting worried?" Knockout cooed while turning to face Breakdown completely. He rested against a nearby wall, careful of the finish. "Or are you too mechly to admit to such things, my lovely hunk of metal."
"I'd admit anything for you, mechly or not," Breakdown confessed while rechecking the vital signs of the resting vehicon.
"I know, that's why you asked me out first." Knockout said teasingly while strutting forwards, moving his hips back and forth slightly to draw attention to them. Once he made it right behind Breakdown, he rested his servos on his shoulders and pulled himself up to be leveled with his Conjux's audio receptors. "Isn't that right, Darling?"
"No, it's because you kept on teasing me—just like what you're doing right now—until I couldn't take the sexual tension and I fragged you." Breakdown huffed out before turning around and planting a quick but gentle kiss on the other mech's derma. "Anyways, you would've cracked sooner or later. I'm irresistible."
"Oh, I’m sure I would have, Breaky." Knockout said while rolling his optics and moving his hands down his conjunx's chest slowly, teasingly.
"I have no doubt you would have. Had I waited any longer I thought you would have jumped me in the halls, Knocky."
Knockout scoffed and went to respond before—
"Knockout!" Megatron yelled from the halls. "I swear if you and Breakdown are fragging in there again, I will not only take your buffer but break it!" At Knockout's quiet, "No!” Megatron continued. "In. Front. Of. You."
Knockout quickly pulled away from Breakdown but staying at his side. "I-It's okay to enter, My Lord."
Megatron seemed to almost hesitate before letting the doors slide open. He looked around the med bay suspiciously before straightening up and holding his hands behind his back. "Knockout, Breakdown," he started with a frown. "There's been a cybertronian pod landing nearby, you are to find it, and bring whatever is inside it here. Understood?" He growled out the last word and Knockout almost took a step back but stayed in place. Breakdown rested a servo on his lower back comfortingly.
"Understood, Lord Megatron," Breakdown responded with a nod. "Do you know if the pod is of Decepticon origin?"
"No, that is why I need you to retrieve whatever is in there. No matter the cost," Megatron said. His voice had a chilling edge to it that made Breakdown move his servo and tighten his grip on Knockout's waist. This was war, he had to remind himself. Anything could happen. To either of us.
"Got it, Lord Megatron," Knockout said with a smile as he bowed slightly. "We won't let you down."
Megatron muttered something along the lines of "You better not," before turning and swiftly leaving the med bay. Knockout was kind of offended on how quickly he wanted to leave, although he couldn't blame the mech. Megatron had caught them interfacing multiple times in the med bay, and those were just on the odd days that he had been in here.
And they'd only been on the ship for a week.
Talk about some sex-crazed cons, am I right?
Knockout released a breath he had been holding in and relaxed against Breakdown, resting his head against the bigger mech's shoulder and nuzzling against it. "Primus, Megatron is terrifying."
Breakdown wrapped his arms around Knockout's waist and lent down to nuzzle the top of his helm affectionately. "I know, but he's only in here to give us missions and get medical help. Which he doesn't need often, considering he's a massive War Lord who's been battling in the pits before that. He can handle himself."
"Says you," Knockout grumbled annoyingly. "Since I'm his new physician, he comes to me for the littlest problems," he paused to roll his optics. "Knockout, my arm hurts when I do this. Knockout, my pede doesn't feel right, check it. Knockout do this Knockout do that." Knockout groaned and threw his head back to look up at Breakdown with his anger filled optics. But not towards Breakdown, instead it was towards every time Megatron came in for useless things that didn't matter and wouldn't 'heal' with any help from a medic. Any medic would want to kill someone after all those questions.
Breakdown chuckled and simply held Knockout closer. "It's okay Knockout, you'll live. Now let's get going, the Autobots are probably already on their way to the space pod already."
Knockout nodded and they let go of each other to head out to the communications center. After a bit of walking, they both stopped in front of Soundwave. Who simply opened a groundbridge without speaking. Which, honestly, no one was expecting him to. The mech never spoke and everyone assumed he couldn't.
Knockout smirked before stepping through the groundbridge with Breakdown following beside him protectively. Once they made it through, they saw a small path engraved into the ground from the space pod. They glanced at each other and shared a knowing look. It was small, so it probably held an item rather than another cybertronian. Breakdown began to step along the path, with Knockout following after him closely. Once they made it to the crashed pod, they both look hesitant steps towards it. Breakdown's pedes were heavier than Knockout's, so Knockout went to the pod first while his conjux stayed slightly behind.
Knockout walked closer and noticed a scanner on the front of the pod, and rested his servo against it. He cleared his throat before speaking clearly. "Officer Knockout requesting access to escape pod B-18." When nothing happened, he rolled his optics and lifting his servo and setting it back down to restart the process. "Medic Knockout requesting access to—" he was cut off by the pod flying open. Knockout jumped back in shock as the doors flew open and paused to stare into the dark pod. He heard Breakdown step closer but he held his servo up to stop him. The pod opened when he used his medic title. Something was wrong, something was very wrong.
Knockout quickly stepped closer, his medic coding taking control as he reaching into the pod blindly. He gasped as his digits grazed against metal, and something pulled at his spark. It felt like when he and Breakdown had bonded for the first time. Something had made a connection to him, however weak it may be.
Knockout swiftly grabbed the object and pulled it out, and the second the object was pulled into the light he gasped loudly. From behind him, he heard Breakdown step closer and start the cannon on his back. Knockout pulled the object closer protectively before slowly turning to face his conjunx. He heard Breakdown gasp in shock as he turned off his cannon and changed his hammer into his servo again.
"I-is that a..?" Breakdown was cut off by Knockout shakily nodding. Sitting silently with wide optics staring up at him was a sparkling. A sparkling who just claimed Knockout as its carrier.
