Finally catching up to the runaway con, Nightshade gently placed a hand on his shoulder, only to have him spin around, knocking her to the floor.

"Knockout I swear if you... N-Nightshade, I'm so sorry, I thought you were Knockout" he said sheepishly while helping her to her feet. Dusting herself off the young femme prepared her apology for offending him earlier, but when she looked up, he was walking away at a fast pace. She began running to catch up,

"Hey, Breakdown wait up… I wanted to apologise for what I said earlier, I honestly wasn't trying to make a fool out of you. I like your patch, I just don't understand what made you so angry about it". Sighing, she hung her head and began to walk off until she felt something slam her into the wall. Terrified she began to struggle, that is until she saw who it was who had her pinned, BREAKDOWN! He had a look in his eye that made Nightshade feel strange, something she had never felt before. His optic was dimmed as he slowly, tentatively moved in. Inches from her face, he tilted his head a fraction and kissed her, gently at first. Something seemed to click inside Nightshade that told her this was right and so she kissed back, bringing her arms up to rest lightly on his shoulders, loosely wrapped around Breakdown's neck. Her reaction seemed to please Breakdown for he deepened the kiss. Running his glossa along her bottom lip, a request for entry, and, when she opened her mouth to him he pushed his glossa in and closed the small space between their bodies. Night could feel the heat radiating from under Breakdown's armour, practically begging for release. All too quickly the weight holding her down was gone and when she looked back up, Breakdown was at the opposite side of the corridor, panting heavily.

"I-I'm so sorry Nightshade" he paused to continue cooling his frame before speaking again, " I don't know what came over me… you're not going to tell your father. Are you?" he asked sadly. His one chance to get to know her better and he blew it, she looked so upset. Why did he have to be so stupid, she was Megatron's daughter, she could have anyone she wanted, why would she pick the one with the temper and the missing optic. After a while he saw her slowly shake her head, answering his question from earlier. Before getting up and slowly heading off back in the direction she had come from. He watched her go, a slight pain ebbed in his spark chamber as she turned the corner to the medbay, before he too walked away, back to his quarters where he had been heading before any of this nonsense began. What a day, first he failed a mission, then he lost his temper at the one he had feelings for and then to make things worse, he pinned her against a wall and came very close to taking her there and then. Wouldn't Megatron just love that!

(medbay)

Knockout had headed back to the medbay after a couple of minutes, hoping to find Nightshade and Breakdown "sorting things out" but instead he found a very upset femme at the brink of crying, sitting on one of the medical berths. Without saying a word, he walked over and pulled his assistant into a tight hug, comforting her the best he could, femmes were complicated creatures that took forever to understand, but one thing Knockout did know was that they really appreciated a shoulder to cry on when something bad happened. And so the two sat for a while. Until Nightshade pulled away, thanking Knockout once again for his support before walking back to her quarters, head hung low.