Notes: Spoilers for 'Out Of His Head' and 'Shadowzone'.
Also. I love this new series so much ;A; And these two are officially my newest OTP. x33
The door to the medical bay slid open and Breakdown halted almost immediately. It took him a brief onceover of the room to deduce the lack of one battered sourpuss of a Seeker. Knock Out appeared to be straightening the medical-tubing Starscream had been attached to – and had subsequently ripped off, by the looks of it.
"Hmph, honestly. No respect for medical expertise," Knock Out groused in a typical haughty manner. Breakdown grunted a sound of accordance and trudged in, letting the door hiss shut behind him.
"Where did he think he was going with those injuries anyway?"
"No doubt to lose whatever sliver of dignity he has left" Knock Out sniffed, abandoning the menial task for his assistant to takeover. He picked up the data-pad he'd been assessing before Starscream's unanticipated jaunt and suppressed a sigh.
Things had been going so well around here… Then Megatron had to go and make a miraculous recovery – so inconsiderate! Now not only was Knock Out short one promotion to Second in Command, but he also had to work consistently and effectively as a medic. Starscream's wrath was laughable (mostly, he thought with a bitter glance to his recently replenished finish), but Megatron's didn't bare thinking about. The time of unregimented entertainment was coming to a close for poor, fun-loving and handsome automobiles.
"Hn, so much for a free ride around here" he idly bemoaned. Breakdown questioningly glanced up from the tubing and Knock Out flopped his hand in a small wave. "Just thinking aloud... Where is our Lord by the by?"
"Throne room" Breakdown replied with a shrug. "Still glowing from the post-Starscream taunting bliss."
Knock Out hummed disinterestedly, giving up on whatever boring medical report he'd been working on. He placed the data-pad down on a nearby countertop and looked over the suddenly very empty medical bay. "Soundwave?"
"Tch, last I saw the creeper, he was skulking around the upper decks. Think Megatron's got him trying to pinpoint other Decepticon signatures on and around the planet" Breakdown grunted, huffing irritably as he noted the thin tears in the tubing Starscream had yanked off. Those would need to be fixed too…
"Interesting." Knock Out tapped his chin pensively, peering over at his dutifully working assistant before sauntering to the door and poking his helm out. A quick glance told him the halls were sufficiently deserted. Processor already made up, Knock Out slipped back in and keyed the locking code for the door.
"Starscream tore these things up pretty good" Breakdown grumbled from the berth, still immersed in the task. Knock Out quashed the urge to roll his optics and casually strolled over.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Either gonna have to get new ones or fix every single tear in these" he gravely informed.
"You don't say?"
"And I sure as hell don't think anyone wants to spend several joors of their life fixing each little tear in these things just because Commander Starscream couldn't sit still for-"
"Breakdown."
Breakdown paused and turned around, only to have his helm roughly yanked down into a heated kiss a second later; familiar digits already drifting up and over seams either side of his chassis as he was knocked back against the berth's side.
Widened yellow optics lit up a notch and a second before he could begin to respond, Knock Out pulled back. With a sultry smirk, he dragged a single claw down the side of Breakdown's helm and tersely purred.
"Do shut up."