Knockout was not trustworthy. He would be the first to admit that. Even after his defection and show of loyalty, the Autobots made it clear that he wasn't one of them. He was a necessary evil: tolerated, but unliked, and by no means trusted.
It surprised him, therefore, when he was assigned to look after a new arrival.
"You want me to train someone?" He asked, sure that he had misunderstood.
"There's another refugee ship arriving soon," Ultra Magnus repeated. "Among their number is a certified medical assistant."
"You mean a nurse?"
Magnus frowned at the interruption. "To use the vernacular—yes, a nurse. He's in need of additional tutelage before he can qualify as a doctor, and since you're the highest-ranking medic currently on Cybertron, I'm assigning you as his mentor."
"Wouldn't Ratchet be a better choice? Being, you know, an actual certified doctor?"
"Ratchet is busy on Earth; he has little time for training, and we need First Aid on Cybertron. And…despite the fact that you're not officially certified, you still have the experience and skill level to qualify as a doctor." Magnus grimaced as if the compliment pained him. "You will train him and supervise his work, and he'll assist you in the medbay. This decision is final, Knockout."
Knockout pouted, but didn't protest. Debating with Ultra Magnus was like trying to move a brick wall. Impossible. Well… unless you took it to pieces. But disassembling the current Autobot leader wouldn't gain him any popularity points. So he resigned himself to babysitting the newbie. He guessed it was less about "training" anyway, and more about making sure Knockout had a watchdog to keep him out of trouble.
That suspicion grew stronger when he met First Aid. The nurse was the Autobot-iest Autobot he'd ever seen. He practically radiated humility and selflessness. The mask was unusual, though. Autobots didn't generally conceal their faces. To see one hiding behind a visor and a face-mask was unexpected.
Knockout could tell—to his satisfaction—that he unnerved the youngster. The nurse stood tense and silent as Knockout showed him around the medbay under Magnus' watchful eye. Knockout suppressed an evil smirk. He'd always enjoyed messing with bots' heads. If First Aid was going to make it this easy… he might have some fun with this babysitting thing.
