Author's Note: I love doing Humanformers stories, but if this seems a little too OOC, feel free to let me know. Anyway, Knock Out gets an unpleasant surprise in the form of an annoying female who demands he take her on as a student.
Chapter 1: A New Student
"Why the long face? You've barely touched your tea."
"Ratchet…I'm a little worried."
"Anna, what seems to be troubling you?"
The girl with long brown hair tied in a ponytail sighed at the middle-aged man seated across from her. "Well…I'm worried about my friend Cheyenne. You see, she wants to be an expert in the medical field too, and she's really eager to learn…"
Ratchet leaned in closer, his arms crossed over his chest. "All right…so what is it about her that's making you worry?"
Anna sighed. "…I think she's looking in the wrong places for a teacher."
"Why didn't you refer her to me?"
"I tried to, but she thought you were taking just one student at a time and didn't want to impose. So…she's looked into another medic to teach her. But…"
Ratchet's expression grew serious. "Who is she looking into seeing? Is it someone I know?"
"I don't know. All I know is that he dresses in red and he's a little…how should I say…high-maintenance?"
The man sighed and pinched his nose. "Don't tell me…"
"I've said it once and I'll say it again: NO."
"Aw, come on! Do you know how long it took me to track you down!? You're not exactly easy to find!" The girl with short brown hair fumed. "And after all that you blatantly refuse to teach me without really hearing me out!?"
The man with red hair stood in the doorway of what looked like a condominium and crossed his arms over his chest, a smirk appearing on his handsome face. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing. I'm not taking on a snot-nosed brat-"
"I'm not a brat, I'm twenty years old! By the way, my name is Cheyenne, Mr. Knock Out!"
"Whatever. Anyway, no means no. I'm not taking you on as an apprentice."
Cheyenne pouted. "You can't say no! I want to be a medic, too! Ratchet took Anna in as an apprentice just like that; why can't you!?"
Knock Out's eyes widened for a second before he closed them and chuckled loudly. "Ratchet's STILL practicing medicine? I expected that old bucket of lard to retire. And now he's taking on students? This is just CLASSIC…" He turned his eyes back onto the young woman. "Why don't you go crawling to him?"
The girl rolled her eyes. "Ratchet's already got Anna as a student; I don't want to impose on them. Besides, you and he are the only medics around here, so the only option left was YOU. And I'm not going away until you say yes."
Knock Out scoffed. "Too bad. No matter what, I'm still staying no. Now go away; I'm missing my favorite show."
The man turned around to walk back into his condo, leaving behind the now-stuttering young woman to stew in her own disappointment and growing rage. Huh, it was actually amusing to see girls stewing after he provoked them…but that was really the only fun he got out of them when it didn't involve sex.
"Who was at the door, Doc?" Another male voice called.
"Just some little tramp wanting to be my apprentice." Knock Out paused and grabbed a bottle of wine from the cupboard. "Honestly Breakdown, what is it about me that makes me attract the most ungodly-looking and acting women?"
Breakdown shrugged. "Well, why not let her be your student? I've got a student, and she's a girl. I've never seen a chick as strong as her, and I've never heard you complain about her."
Knock Out rolled his eyes. "Oh really? Why not just marry her while you're at it?"
"That's not what I'm getting at. All I'm saying is that you should give yourself a break from guys and just see what it's like hanging out with a girl."
The redhead frowned. "I hang out with plenty of girls!" He poured a glass of wine and sat down in front of the television, grabbing the remote and changing the channel. "I don't hang around with the kind that are impulsive, hot-tempered, and above all, garish!"
"Whatever you say, Doc." Breakdown sighed. "I can't believe I had to literally ask for you permission for me to take on a protégée…"
"Spare me your whining, Breakdown…" Knock Out muttered through his glass.
Later on, at about 2 o'clock in the morning, Breakdown crawled out of bed needing to relieve his bladder and needing something to drink. It only took less than a minute to get to the bathroom and feel instant relief. With a flush of the toilet, the strongman trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen to rummage through the fridge. He opened it, shielding his eyes from the light for a second, and grabbed a jug of milk. Just when he was about to bring it to his lips…
"AACHOOO!"
Breakdown sat the milk jug down on the counter and went to find out where that sneeze came from. It definitely didn't come from Knock Out; the sneeze sounded feminine. He also realized that the sneeze had to be close by to be loud and heard through the rain currently hitting the roof. Grabbing a knife just in case it was a would-be burglar, he crept towards the front door and glanced out the window.
It wasn't a burglar.
It was a strange girl sitting out on the sidewalk in the pouring rain.
Really not knowing what to do, Breakdown rushed up the stairs and swung open the door to Knock Out's bedroom. The redhead shielded his eyes when the silver-haired man turned on the lights. Red eyes narrowed and glared daggers at the amber ones.
"Breakdown…do you have any idea what time it is!?"
"Doc, there's someone sitting on the sidewalk in the rain! It's some girl! She looks like she's been there all day!"
Confused at first, Knock Out quickly realized who Breakdown was talking about. Great…this girl kept her word. The redhead sat up and pulled the covers off, causing his assistant to shield his eye.
"Doc, can't you start wearing SOMETHING to bed?" Breakdown groaned.
"What's wrong with sleeping in the nude, Breakdown?" Knock Out asked before grabbing a robe and putting on some slippers. "Let's go see about this uninvited guest…"
Knock Out begrudgingly followed Breakdown down the stairs and to the front door. With a tired sigh, he opened it and found that annoying female sitting on the sidewalk in the rain, violently shivering.
"You're an idiot. Are you that desperate to have me teach you!?" Knock Out questioned with great irritancy.
Cheyenne turned her head to him and glared. "What does this tell you…? I told you I wasn't going to go away until you say yes…"
The redhead could only roll his eyes and growl at the brunette. "Get your wet hide in before you freeze and get sick…and the last thing I need is a sick student!"
The girl sharply turned her head back to him, her eyes widening and her soaked hair flopping and hitting her face. "…S'cuse me!? Did you say 'student'!?"
"Yes, if it'll make you shut up and get out of the rain, you're hereby my protégée!"
Cheyenne shot up with a shriek of joy and tightly hugged Knock Out, causing the rainwater on her clothes to soak into his robe. He forcefully pried her arms off and shouted in disgust, "Don't touch me with those wet clothes! Get in here and sleep on the couch for all I care! Breakdown, lay some towels on the couch so the water doesn't soak into the leather!"
Breakdown did as he was told and fetched a few towels from the bathroom. Of course, he had to get them from HIS bathroom; Knock Out would kill him if he used his luxury towels, and he knew those things cost a fortune. He sprawled them over the expensive leather sofa and was back in time to see the unusual event unfolding. The girl was on all fours and shaking the water off her body like a dog. Of course, Knock Out was directly in the path of the flying water and he shielded himself the best he could. He wasn't the only one ending up covered in wet girl water; the entire front door and his coat and fedora were soaked as well.
"Look what you did, you nasty she-beast!" Knock Out yelped. "I just had these dry-cleaned!"
Cheyenne frowned. "It's just a coat and hat; they'll dry out on their own."
Knock Out just wanted to scream. God must've wanted to punish him for something and sent this…this monster to do it. No…this girl was a demon from Hell. He looked to see the girl plop down on the couch and let out a pleasured sigh.
"Since you decided to stalk me, I'm going to make your learning experience a living Hell." Knock Out calmly stated. "You won't even have time to sleep with what I'm going to do with you!"
Cheyenne didn't answer; she had already fallen asleep. His mouth gaped open and his temper flared. He wanted to just smack her awake, but he didn't feel like coming into contact with her germs.
Great…now he wouldn't be getting his beauty sleep…