I don't know in what universe this takes place but I'm more than happy to believe that it takes place somewhere, at some time. Simple pleasures such as these deserved to be felt by everyone, including Decepticon medics and nurses.
Disclaimer; I own none of these characters.
Chapter 1: Pumpkin Spice and Caramel Coffee
Autumn was Breakdown's favorite season. Autumn was everything the other three seasons were not.
For one, it was pretty without being messy. Aside from a little rain every once in a while, autumn was a dry season. Spring had those nasty rains that kept Knock Out whining about his finish, summer was hot and sticky, and winter was terrible for the racer. Between the salt on the roads and Knock Out's aversion to snow tires, he hardly ever left the house during the winter. He always made Breakdown do the errands simply because of his bigger build, and while Breakdown liked being useful to his partner, he still drew the line somewhere.
But autumn didn't have those things. The bugs were gone, the heat was gone, it wasn't wet and cold yet; it was perfect.
Also, and this Breakdown kept to himself, autumn was his favorite because it matched Knock Out's color scheme perfectly.
Today they sat outside at a table by a bistro, drinking coffee and just talking about life. Knock Out's enthusiasm for an upcoming car show made Breakdown smile into his drink, which he cupped with both servos out of comfort.
Knock Out kept one delicate servo tracing along the mouth of his cup, his other servo moving animatedly through the air as he spoke. Breakdown watched those slim digits move through the air, a soft sigh escaping his vents.
The medic paused, a smirk on his face as he sipped his pumpkin spice latte. "Am I boring you?"
"Nah, you know you don't," Breakdown replied, humming as he swirled his caramel coffee slowly. "I was just…watching you."
"I should hope so. I am the greatest thing here, after all," Knock Out replied, reaching across the table and putting his hand on Breakdown's arm. "But we can walk and talk. You promised me cookies and I am not going to let you cheat me out of them. But you better watch what you put in them – I'm serious about that car show."
Breakdown stood, putting his servo over Knock Out's on his arm and beginning the walk back out of the park – from there they would drive home. "As you wish, boss. And hey, if you get First Aid to cover your shift, do you think Hoist would cover mine? I'd love to go to the show with you, but that's entirely up to work."
"Work shmirk, you're with me, you'll be fine. Besides, I own half of the practice. And if Ratchet takes one more pot-shot at my extra-curricular activities I'm gonna make good on my promises to weld him to his desk. It's not my fault that I enjoy having a social life!" Knock Out retorts, bitterly sipping his drink. He leans a little closer to Breakdown, relaxing at the larger mech's chuckle.
"You tell 'em babe," he murmurs, finishing his coffee as the leaves fluttered down from the trees around them.
Yes, autumn was definitely his favorite season.
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