Hi, there! I'm Scheherezada, and this is my first fic in... five or six years... Wow, it's been a while.

Before anything else: English isn't my mother language, so I might (and I will) commit grammar mistakes; specially because I'm of those kind of people who believes in learning a foreign language through practice. I would appreciate that if you notice one of said mistakes, point it out for me so I can fix it for the next chapters. Ok?

This is a story that I've been writing for a couple months now, after I listened to a friend's recomendation and watched Transformers Prime. Here's a short summary: Knock Out, now on parole, is brought back to Earth by Team Prime, to protect him from all the angry citizens of Cybertron who doesn't approve the Council's decision of leave him alive. Meanwhile, on their natal planet, Ultra Magnus discovers that the war may not be over yet as he finds out that Shockwave has freed the Seekers, in order to retrieve one of his old experiments.

I hope you enjoy it.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Transformers Prime, nor its characters. It is a registered trademark of Hasbro.

PROLOGUE

A red bot was lying on his back, looking at his cell's grey ceiling, wondering when the council would finally decide to call him to court. He has been incarcerated for over a year, already! Sighing, he remembered when he told the 'Bots that he wanted to join them… and that girl punched him in the face… Not that he could blame them for have doubts about him; after all, they were sworn enemies for so long that anyone with brains would have their suspicions about his sudden "change of heart". He scoffed at it. No. he didn't change his mind, he just wanted to avoid this situation… He just didn't want to be a war prisoner… Well, so far for that idea.

Probably the only good part of this situation was that he was in isolation; meaning that he was out of reach of those who were now considering him a traitor, and who would, most likely, kill him. Actually, it was something he had to thank to Bumblebee, since it was the former scout who pressed the Council to put him in isolation, considering that he wouldn't survive a night-cycle in a communal cellblock. The red bot had to admit it: the young warrior was right; the others would've ripped out his spark-chamber by now…

"Hey! Come back here!" The voice of some prison guard echoed through the hallways, seconds after someone pounded against the cell's energy field.

The noise alerted the prisoner, who sat up to see what happened, realizing that a newly captured criminal was trying to reach for him. His purple eyes were fixed on him, while his yellow body struggled against the field that closed the cell; fortunately, his hands were cuffed behind his back, so he couldn't type the lock's code.

"Come back here, you scum!" The guard said, while grabbing the prisoner by the shoulders, pulling him away from the cell.

"Knock Out! Traitor! I'll have your spark! You hear me?! I'll have your spark!" The 'Con yelled as he was pulled into a hallway that led to the communal cell.

Now relaxed, the red bot slipped his legs off the bunk. That new prisoner was just another proof of the future that was awaiting for him, either if he was convicted or not… He would never be an Autobot; but he couldn't go back to be a Decepticon. Others were factionless, but it was too late for him; he was known for have been Megatron's medic. No Neutrals' colony would accept him. He was now, and forever more, an outcast. He just threw his whole life away for nothing… Sighing, the red medic stood up and gave a few steps to stretch his legs. If he ever got out of jail, what would his life be like? Rejected from any kind of society due to his faction's condition, what would he do? Would he be able to work once again as a surgeon, or would he have to accept those works that nobody else wanted in order to survive? No. He didn't want to think about it, not right now. "Everything I did in order to survive, to live another day… to come home…" Closing his eyes, he chuckled at the thought. He may not be factionless, but he sure was homeless…

Suddenly remembering something, Knock Out placed a hand over his chest before glance towards the hallway. The guards weren't looking at him. Seeing that he wasn't being watched, the red medic turned his back to the cell's door, while opening his chest-plates. Unknown to anybody, he did smuggle something from Earth; just a little memento of the only good thing that happened to him on that pitiful excuse of a planet…

He gazed at his little souvenir with affection… It was a small stuffed animal, shaped as a fox…

A child's toy…

That's all for now. I hope to be able to upload the next part soon enough.

The next five chapters will happen during the events of the show (I wanted to introduce an OC, for later purposes); only when we reach the sixth chapter, we'll be back on the present day, in which Knock Out has switched sides.

See you soon! Bye!