In the last chapter, pretty much nothing happened and Eliza drew a picture. And so it continues.

I don't own Transformers or Hasbro.

"So, do we have any idea what to expect when we get there?"

I tightened my grip on the accelerator. Arcee switched gears as we entered open road. "Not a clue, Eliza. We're just going to have to wing it at this one. And it doesn't help that we have basically NO IDEA what the relic you found was."

I muttered in agreement. We had tried poking, twisting, and even at one point (Bumblebee got really frustrated) kicking the damned thing to see what it did. It didn't look like much, like a staff of some sorts. Even Optimus and Rachet couldn't define it's purpose. Miko tried to drag it around, but it was too big. Funny to watch, though.

To get our minds off of it, Arcee suggested that I come with her for patrol. We were near the edge of a large canyon when she suddenly received a very large Energon pulse. She insisted we follow it.

I scanned the horizon, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows as we sped along the road. "We're almost there." Arcee perked up, "How did you know?" I closed my eyes, feeling the smooth road beneath me. "I can tell. I don't think we're the only ones who found that signal, Arcee, it's a little powerful."

No sooner had I said that when two cars appeared in the distance. I knew the paint too well. Vehicons. "Well would you look at that. We've got friends!" Arcee sped up, and I rolled my wrist into the accelerator. "Let's scrap 'em."

Arcee went into bipedal mode and was running along with my motorcycle. The Vehicons had also transformed, and were making their way towards us. Arcee shot out her plasma cannons, and started shooting. I sped up my bike, zooming past them. I soon got a look at what the relic was. A dark canister, seeping what looked like red fluid. I held back the gag reflex as the smell of the thing drifted by. God, what was IN that? Swallowing the bile that had collected in my throat, I sped towards the canister, preparing to grab it. My finger almost touched it when a sudden lurch pulled me out of its reach. My motorcycle flipped, and like an idiot I hung on for dear life. Over and over it went, scraping my motorcycle jacket and a good layer of skin off my back. Just when it started to sting did I realize that I should let go. I tumbled off the machine, hearing it get father away with each tumble of my own. Finally, I came to a stop, sore and battered all over. My ears were ringing, and my sight was painfully fuzzy. I felt shockwaves coming through the ground, like...footsteps. The exact moment I registered what they were, a plasma blast landed right next to me. I flinched away, only to feel the heat of another blast singe the hair on my arms. I scrambled to get up, my feet tripping over invisible stones as I struggled to see what was in front of me. A plasma blast landed in front of me, and I fell on my back. And then I heard it.

Laughter.

HIS laughter.

I grit my teeth. Not you again, I thought, as I felt for my knife. My heart skipped a beat when I felt nothing in my sleeve pocket. I glanced over to my right, seeing the glint of the hilt among my trashed ride. I slowly got to my feet, only to feel suddenly dizzy. I fell back down, which blossomed into another peal of laughter.

"Such a shame. You're disoriented. You don't even know where I am, much less where you are." Two sharp points pinched my ankle, and I was lifted upside-down into the air. Spinning around, I saw the ground bend and wobble underneath me. I groaned as I felt my head, a large cut seeping blood on my temple. I had just gotten my stitches out for the one he gave me LAST time. Holding the wound so it would lessen the bleeding, I glared up at the red and white mass, hardly able to distinguish anything. "You know, you look a lot better from this angle."

Knockout's POV

I held her by her feet, smiling in enjoyment. The human didn't even have the bearings to look at me. She arched her head up, and glared at me with hateful eyes. The look seemed natural for her. I guess it made sense, since she was in the human military and all. I tightened my fingers, watching the small trickle of blood run from her ankle to her thigh. If I couldn't make her scream, then this would have to do. Her eyes rolled back into her head, then suddenly focused on me. "You look a lot better from this angle."

I blinked. What? I looked better from that angle? I lifted her up to my face, observing her eyes. The brown pools were rolling everywhere, and they weren't focused. Of course. Not only had I shot her senses, she had become delusional. I shook her a little bit, of where she laughed in delight. LAUGHED. I felt my temple pulse. This human had not screamed in terror or passed out. She had lost all sense of reality. I turned her over, her face blood red from being upside down for too long. She stood up on my palm, and then I got a full view of her. Her figure was strong and medium-built, and her hair was a mess of blond. It reached all the way down to her waist. Her back was showing, the skin dirty and raw from the fall she took. Her face was...tired. Like she never slept.

She stumbled around my hand, using my fingers for support. Her knees buckled in, so she landed on her front fours. Then, with a swift look upward, she looked at me. An unexplainable surge of shock ran through my back, down to my feet. I stared back, and for a couple seconds, time slowed down. Her face changed, from sleepy to confused. Then, her eyes slowly widened as she tightened her grip on my palm. Her breathing became heavier, and her eyes dilated.

She woke up.

Eliza's POV

I felt it. The shock that ran through him when I looked into his blood-red eyes. Something about those eyes made me feel...warm. What? I suddenly felt the ringing in my ears stop, my vision coming back to normal. I felt the coolness of the ground under me. That wasn't dirt. That was metal. I saw a weld-mark on a pillar next to me. It looked like a puncture wound. On a pillar...

I snapped out of it, realizing where I was. I looked up at the eyes again, confirming my fears. I had been caught. Knockout, his palm open, was staring at me with half-lidded eyes. Upon realizing that I snapped out of it, he tried closing his hand. I squeezed out his fist, rolling on the ground. He kept looking at me wordlessly, as if he was speechless. I turned and ran towards Arcee, who had defeated the last of the Vehicons and had grabbed the relic. With a quick *beep-beep* she rolled towards me. I took one last glance at the Decepticon, unsure of what to say. He seemed just as shocked as I was. When Arcee was near,I started to run, her slowing down to my pace. I hopped on the seat, hugging the relic balanced on the handlebars. Knockout, having transformed, stayed close to us. "Give me back my relic, girl, or I'll shoot you BOTH off the ground!" I hugged the relic tighter, and eyed his windshield. "My name is Elizabeth, KNOCKOUT. And make sure to use it in the future because I sure as HELL won't be called 'girl' by someone like YOU." A space bridge appeared towards our path, making Arcee go even faster. I gave Knockout one last glare, making sure to put every ounce of hatred, fire and steam into it. And as soon as the bridge had appeared, he was gone.

The base was brimming with curiosity, and Ratchet was amazed that Arcee had come back without nearly ANY injuries. Ms. Darby made me sit down, applying gauze and antiseptic to my back and applied liquid stitches to my forehead. I shut my eyes tight and clenched my teeth at the stinging, then sighed as the gauze pressured the wound. Raphael sat next to me, cross-legged.

"Are you going to be okay? How long will it take for your back to heal? Who hurt you? Where's your bike?" I chuckled at his rapid fire. "I'll be fine, it's only going to be a giant scar. It'll take me a week, a few days at least. Knockout threw me from my bike by shooting up the tire. The bike..." I felt my gut clench. My bike was a scrap heap in the middle of God knows where. I could find it, but the parts weren't salvageable. It was gone. I swallowed as Ms. Darby bandaged my upper arm, covering the cut with more antiseptic. After she was finished, I thanked her for her work. She smiled and laughed, and told me to take care of myself. I merely shrugged. What's to do in a war? Kindergarten?

Knockout's POV

The Autobot was gone in an instant, the human with her. I stood alone in the emptiness, taking in the wreckage around me. I spotted a purple mass to my right, too small to be a Vehicon. Upon closer inspection, I recognized the model and make. It was Elizabeth's motorcycle, reduced to scrap. A hollow pang of guilt shot through me as I moved the parts around a little. Panicked, I felt my processor for any heat. Nothing. I wasn't delusional, then. I really did feel...guilty. It was a nice model...

Suddenly, an idea clicked into mind. I pulled out my Compactor, and took each piece of warped machinery and fit it in the space. I pressed the small button, and it folded among itself until there was a small cube in my hands. I transformed, storing the cube in the back seat. Maybe with a little time and some secrecy, maybe...

Just maybe.

I am soooo sorry, I really am! Not only does this chapter not make any sense, but I'm three days late. Maybe even four, I don't know! Anyway, hoped you enjoyed this chapter. More will come, I've just been busy lately. What is Knockout going to do with a bunch of destroyed motorcycle? FIND OUT LATER. As always, review and rate!

Over and Out!