Two-Wheeler

"You like her, do you?"

Once Wheeljack learned who was talking to him, his eyes leered.

"What are you talkin' about?"

Even though the war was over, Decepticons still made Wheeljack uneasy. Knock Out could stab them in the back, though Megatron was with the Allspark. It's not like the 'Cons were together anymore. Even though Knock Out said he was siding with them, Wheeljack still didn't trust him.

"That two-wheeler?" began the medic. "Please, it's not like as if everyone hasn't notice. Anyone's circuits would fizz out just by standing around you two."

Wheeljack froze. Perhaps Knock Out was right. He did let his barrier get down a bit, especially around Arcee. He cursed himself for getting soft around her. Though every time he looked into her optics, he always seemed to be so lost into them... On the other hand, why did Knock Out care?

"What's it to you, 'Con?"

Knock Out began to rub the back of his head.

"I may used to be a Decepticon, though that doesn't leave me with no spark," he began. He shifted to the side. "I'll admit, the two-wheeler and I had our fights here and there, but once you get to know her, she's not that bad."

Wheeljack shifted to the side. If she didn't intervene when he disagreed with Bulk, he would have lost his best friend. After that talk in the caves, he couldn't get her off his mind.

"Yeah... she's not that bad."

"Now Cybertron's restored, everyone will start coming back, though it may take a while for another femme to come," continued Knock Out. "It has been eons since I've seen one since war broke out. Survivors are still out there, and if none of them come back... Arcee's better than nothing."

His optics widen. This was beyond bizarre. Beyond insane.

And he thought going through Sicorax Canyon was suicide.

"You, a 'Con? Think you have a chance with 'Cee... What are you, a comedian?"

"Hey, she's a femme before she's an Autobot," Knock Out raised his hands. "As I said, I'm with you guys now. Doesn't that also make me a 'Bot?"

His optics narrowed. "Once a 'Con, always a 'Con. Megatron may be in the scrap yard, but that doesn't change a thing."

The medic's very existence embarrassed his title of Con Crusher. If it weren't for Optimus, Wheeljack would have already extinguished him.

"And what does it have to do with Arcee?"

Wheeljack was dumb for words.

"You want Arcee, and I want Arcee," said Knock Out. "She'll only pick one of us."

The ex-Con was right. He wanted Arcee and there was no way he was going to let a 'Con win.

"Winner keeps her, deal?"

Knock Out extended a hand. This would be the first time he shook a 'Con's hand... civilly. It was a tricky deal, though his feelings for Arcee were strong. He didn't lay his spark on the line, until the Jackhammer was totaled. Though if it was for Arcee, it was worth it.

He reached out for the handshake.

"Deal."

Note*~

So, this idea came to my head after I added Wheelcee to my ship list. I've been shipping Knockcee for years, and I've been so confused ever sinceeeeee

As for future chapters, I may have to think on it some more. I've left the scene where KO and Jackie shake hands and that's what I have so far.. School's been a female dog, so unless if you want me to add more chapters, let me know... It's not 100% in stone if I have more chapters. For now I'll put this on 'incomplete'.

Hope you like!