"Ugh, I'm so bored. Where is everyone when you need them?" Knockout said as he wandered about the corridors of the base. Ratchet and Ultra Magnus were out looking for the newsparks, Bulkhead and Wheeljack were off trying to convince Cybertronians elsewhere in the universe that no, really, we do have enough resources to support everyone now, and Bumblebee and Smokescreen were out scouting for energon. The only one else still at the base was Arcee, and she had hidden herself away somewhere. Knockout grinned. Bugging Arcee would be quite entertaining…if he could find her. Knockout wandered around some more, checking Arcee's usual places. She wasn't in her room, nor was she where Bee and Smokescreen's "secret" mercury stash was "hidden", and she wasn't tucked behind the computers reading. Knockout was about to give up, but he caught a glimpse of blue chassis in the med bay as he passed by. He sauntered in, hoping Arcee would take notice of him. Unsurprisingly, she didn't. Knockout moved to stand behind Arcee, snaking his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. He loved holding her like this. Her frame fit perfectly against his, and he loved having something to protect and cherish after eons of destroying everything. Arcee, however, wasn't exactly cooperating at the moment.
"Go away, Knockout," Arcee said, optics not moving from the computer in front of her.
"Aw, come on Arcee! I've been wandering around all day looking for something interesting to do. I've polished my finish eight times already. Any more and I'd be shinier than the Allspark," Knockout whined, tightening his grip.
"Yeah, yeah I get it. You love your finish. Now leave me alone, I'm trying to work."
"Work, work, work! That's all you seem to do nowadays. Honestly I thought we'd be given a vacation by now, after all that's happened," he paused to roll his optics. "but I guess if you want to be productive, perhaps I could be of assistance."
Arcee turned to look at Knockout.
"You? Helping? Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?" she said, quirking an eyebrow. Knockout scoffed indignantly.
"What? I can be helpful! You happen to be working on my computer in the med bay. I am a doctor you know. I'm not an idiot."
"Really? I couldn't tell. Your ego keeps getting in the way of your intelligence."
"And your sass gets in the way of me helping you."
"Why do you want to help so badly anyway?"
"No one else is here. I'm bored and want to do something fun, but you're busy doing Primus knows what. Use that clever processor of yours and figure it out."
"Fine. If you can organise and catalogue this data in less than ten minutes, we can do whatever you want."
Knockout grinned and set to work. Arcee stood back and watched as Knockout suddenly became extremely focused. His cocky aura had vanished and he was now staring intently at the screen, muttering to himself occasionally as his optics darted back and forth, looking over the data. Before long, Knockout stepped back to admire his handiwork.
"Not bad, if I do say so myself. I've created an algorithm that uses file type, date of creation, content, importance, level of classification, and frequency of use to organise anything into one of eight separate categories automatically and instantaneously. And as an added bonus, I threw in a line of coding that redirects anyone that's unauthorised to an adorable GIF of a dancing monkey in a top hat."
"Impressive. That didn't even take you five minutes."
"I believe the human term for it is 'hot'."
"You think you're so clever."
"I know I am."
"Oh shut up."
"Make me."
Arcee grinned and kissed Knockout on the cheek, ducking out of the way before he could pull her back in for a proper one.
"That wasn't a real kiss and you know it," Knockout said, folding his arms and pouting.
"Show me how it's done then, show car."
"With pleasure."