Title: Knock Out vs. The Dead Sea

Author: Mademoiselle Juko Pax-Prime
Rating: PG
Summary: How many times must Starscream tell Knock Out? It's LORD! K.O would do well to remember that…otherwise, you might get a little rusty…

Content/Warnings: Kind of out of character.
Feedback: I would love lots of feedback! Because feedback=a happy, better writer, and more updates!
Spoilers: A few for Transformers: Prime, if you haven't watched it. (You should.)

Disclaimer: I do not and never will own Transformers. This was made purely for fun.

I got this idea from "100 Ways To Annoy Knock Out" by Blackheart276 on DA. Number 32, but I tweaked it a little. Enjoy!

Knock Out connected a data pad to the computer and dragged a few files onto the pad.

"I'll be back, Breakdown," he said, "I must discuss Lord Megatron's status with Commander Starscream." Breakdown grunted in response, and Knock Out walked to the main bay of the Nemesis, where he found Starscream reading through a Vehicon's patrol report. The Seeker looked up when Knock Out entered the bay.

"Yes, what is it?" he asked, his voice clearly conveying his boredom.

"I have the latest update on the patient's progress, Commander Starscream," Knock Out said, holding up his data pad. Starscream's grip tightened on the Vehicon's report, cracking the screen.

"Slaggit, Knock Out! When will you get this through your self-centered processor? IT. IS. LORD!" He hurled the report at Knock Out's head, and the medic ducked.

"No need for violence, Commander," Knock Out said. He watched Starscream's optic twitch, and felt an odd satisfaction. "If you don't care how Lord Megatron is doing, then I will be on my merry way to a car show in Las Vegas." Starscream glared at him for a moment. Then an odd smile spread across his face.

"Las Vegas? Well, why don't I bridge you there?" he asked, his voice suddenly smooth and calm. Knock Out raised an optic ridge.

"Alright," he said cautiously. Starscream gave him another kind of creepy smile, and walked over to the ground bridge controls. Knock Out gave him the coordinates, and he punched them in. The bridge opened, and Knock Out started to walk through. Then he paused. "Should I be flattered that you offered to bridge me through personally, or should I be suspicious?"

"You have an automobile showcase to attend, Knock Out," Starscream purred. Knock Out hesitated, then walked through the bridge. "One, two, three…" Starscream studied the tips of his claws, smirking.

"NOOOOOOO!" Knock Out's voice came through the comm.-link at an audio-receptor-shattering volume. "Wh-what is this? Commander Starscream! This is not Las Vegas!"

"No, it isn't, Knock Out!" Starscream snapped. "It's a little thing that the humans like to call "The Dead Sea!" If I'm not mistaken, it is one of the saltiest places on this planet. So salty, in fact, that nothing can live in it!"

"Salt? Oh, no! I'll rust—bridge me back!"

"Will you learn some respect for Lord Starscream?" Starscream asked.

"Yes! Now, please bridge me back…my lord," Knock Out said, almost begrudgingly. Starscream reactivated the ground bridge, and within a few moments Knock Out threw himself through. He was dripping wet, and looked a little insane. He looked down at himself, spluttering angrily.

"You ought to get to the wash racks, Knock Out," Starscream advised smugly. "It is probably best to clean all that salt out of your grille." Knock Out looked at him as though he was going to explode, then dashed out of the main bay at top speed. Starscream picked up the report he had been reading, examining its cracked screen. Then he snapped his fingers.

"Oh, I forgot…the wash racks broke down a deca-cycle ago. Oh well."

A/N: Completely ridiculous, I know. Did you like it?