Enjoy this story that I had been working on for a couple weeks, on and off. 'Miracle' is still going on, don't worry.
I just did this one from the list of one's that I was planning to do because it was planned to be short. Also the fact that no one picked it.
It was planned to be less then ten chapters and it ended with seven. Awesome.
It'll give you guys something to read while you wait for the next chapter for 'Miracle'.
~Enjoy
The night was unusually quiet on the Nemesis. Unusual because there's usually some sort of loud noise that could be heard. Either Megatron's yelling, blaster shots from invading Autobots or the shooting range, even the engines that belonged to the Eradicons doing patrols around the warship.
Not this time. It stayed quiet all through the night... until morning.
Knockout groaned after he got out of recharge, holding his helm in agony. He onlined his optics but then offlined them right after when his internal HUD started displaying readings, adding more pain to his splitting processor ache. He hissed, "I knew that I shouldn't have gone to that party last night."
He managed to sit up and stumble towards his wash rack, still holding his throbbing helm, "Curse you Breakdown for making me go and for making me drink the high grade. Primus, that stuff was strong."
He slightly tripped over the threshold of the wash rack, catching his balance quickly before going to his full body mirror. He turned on the lights and stood before the mirror, still holding his helm. Well, everything looked fine.
He frowned, "Wait a klik."
He offlined his optics and onlined them again, removing the drunken induced static from his vision. He stared at his reflection and his frown grew, rebooting his optics once again. His optics grew wide.
"M-my chassis. M-my paint job," he whispered in horror. He was expecting it to be a bit scratched, but not like this. Definitely not like this at all.
He gripped his helm with both servos this time, "NOOOOOOOO!" he cried out dramatically. Well, dramatic to everyone else besides him.
He turned away from the mirror whimpering, unable to look at himself any longer, "My poor finish."
His optics fell on his aesthetic products and he felt way too eager to get started on removing those infernal scratches. After he grabbed his buffer, he heard a groan coming from the previous section of his quarters that he came from. He walked out of the wash rack, wondering what could possibly be making that...
... noise.
He froze right outside the door to the wash rack, his optics scanning the sight before him. There was someone on his berth. What unnerved him the most was that he didn't even know that they were there when he woke from recharge. Probably because it was dark then and now with the lights of the wash rack spilling into his quarters, he could see everything better.
He watched the figure grip his helm in agony, "Ugh, Knockout, I would rather much appreciate it if you don't scream like that again. My helm is pounding as if Breakdown is hitting me with his hammer."
Knockout instantly placed the all too familiar voice with a face and he sputtered out, "C-commander Starscream!? Wh-what are you doing in my quarters!?"
Said Seeker rolled over and soon regretted it, groaning as he offlined his optics from the bright lights of the wash rack. He lifted a servo to block out the light as he onlined his optics again to see the medic better.
"What are you talking about? These are my quarters."
Knockout's optics blinked a couple times before he looked around. He nodded his helm, "Nope, these are clearly my quarters, Herr Kommandant."
Starscream frowned and got a better look of his surroundings. His optics widened in realization. He looked back at the red mech, his optics narrowing, "Now ask me this. Why am I in your quarters instead of mine, Knockout?"
Knockout didn't answer right away of course, since he had no clue either. He quickly looked around, trying to see anything that might trigger a memory of last night as to why the Seeker was there.
He soon regretted it once his optics laid on the Seeker again and the scratches that covered his own chassis. He was about to comment on how bad Starscream's paint job was at that moment but stopped when the scratches, red scratches to be precise, became rather disturbingly familiar.
The same red... of his own paint job.
Knockout felt his vents hitch when realization hit. He looked down slowly, dread filling him instantly at the grey scratches that covered him. The same grey of Starscream's chassis.
Knockout slowly looked back up at the Seeker, jaw becoming slack and his brow ridges rose till they were hidden under his helm. His grip around the buffer loosened and it fell to the floor with a resounding thud.
Starscream was completely confused, "What is it? What's wro..." he just looked down at his own chassis. Instantly matching the red scratches with the medic's paint job. He looked back up at Knockout, finally realizing the scratches that were on him, matching to his own paint job.
His optics widened at the realization that Knockout had just moments ago.
One word passed through their processors and it escaped their mouths at the same time.
"Frag."