A/N HardyGal: I'll be honest, this week was terrible. I'm sick (again), I've been stressed all week with school and life, and it's been so hard keeping up with my schedule. But I won't give up! Look at me, surviving like a pro!
Thank you to Sidekicks-anonymous for reviewing :3
19.09.16
After Hours
"Gotta admit, doc," Wheeljack chuckled. "I underestimated you. I didn't think you'd hold out for that long."
Knock Out, who was being supported between Smokescreen and Wheeljack, groaned miserably. "How did I let you talk me into drinking that horrendous excuse for high-grade?"
"Hey, I didn't talk you into anything."
"You provoked me," Knock Out snapped, his words losing power as they slurred together. He groaned again dramatically. "I'm a doctor with absolutely no off-days. How can I keep up with my work when I'm nursing a slagging hangover? This is all your fault!"
"Whatever you say, doc."
20.09.16
Wake Up
Though Knock Out had started out rebuking himself for this paranoia, he was starting to wonder he was mentally sound.
He'd first seen the phrase when he was flicking through a datapad. It flashed onscreen, in large and bright red letters, then disappeared just as quickly. At first he thought it must've been his imagination.
But as the day went on, the phrase continued to pop up - on the console screens, flashing on the walls, increasingly more obvious with every sighting.
He was even sure he'd heard a Vehicon mutter it as he passed it by: "Wake up. You have to wake up."
21.09.16
Not Unpunished
"Barging into a medical theatre - rude. You could have waited like everybody else." Knock Out turned his optics on the bot heading the Elite Guard group. "Hello, Smokescreen."
"Knock Out," Smokescreen said, uncharacteristically serious. "You need to come with us."
"Of course." Knock Out turned to his colleague. "Red Alert, you should be able to hold the fort for awhile."
"Knock Out, what's going on?" Red Alert demanded, staring at the scene with incredulous confusion.
Knock Out sent Smokescreen a bitter smirk. "Just my past coming back to bite me."
"I'm sorry, Knock Out, I didn't-"
"Let's just get this over with."
22.09.16
Past Evils
Knock Out looked up at the Council members impassively. "I'll be honest, I'm surprised it took you this long to pick me up."
"So, you know why you're here," one of the members concluded.
"Because my being an Autobot now means nothing to you?" Knock Out mockingly phrased the statement as a suggestion.
"Whatever you are now does not erase the evils you have committed in the past."
"Oh, well, I guess I should've seen that coming. After all, Optimus Prime's bots haven't been safe from your punishment. I can only imagine what you've got planned for an ex-'Con."
23.09.16
Angel
Knock Out grinned as Bumblebee slowly onlined his optics. "Wakey wakey."
Bumblebee groaned. "Please tell me this isn't the Well of Allsparks."
"Your chassis is probably still aching - in case you forgot, you were knocked down by a shuttle - so that should be answer enough."
"Good, cause you certainly weren't the angel I was expecting."
"Angel?"
"Piece of human folk-"
"I know what an angel is, and I can assure you that I am not one." Knock Out examined his servos. "I may be an Autobot now, but I'm no angel."
Bumblebee chuckled, then grimaced, sore chassis protesting at the movement. "That's for sure."
24.09.16
Poem
The Former Decepticon
There once was a bot, a mech of finesse,
Fine tastes, and mad science - a doctor at best.
Caring for nothing but his paint and own life,
He joined the Decepticons in all of their strife.
But the 'Cons were soon finished; a lost cause it seemed.
So being the bot he is, he joined the winning team.
The Autobots accepted him, but still remain wary,
For they've fought him and know that his loyalties vary.
He's still a mad bot, and has done so much wrong.
If given the choice, would he return to the 'Cons?
25.09.16
Professional Disagreement
"That's foolish!" Knock Out snapped. "You're messing with my organized workspace!"
"Organized?" Red Alert scoffed. "I could barely find a thing when I first started working here!"
"Not my problem if you can't handle the way I organize my workspace."
"Our workspace!"
"Whatever," Knock Out huffed haughtily. "What makes your method of organizing any better than mine, anyway?"
"It's actually organized!" Red Alert retorted.
"Presumptuous."
"Hypocritical."
"May I say something?" First Aid asked tentatively, speaking for the first time since the argument had started.
"No!" Knock Out snapped, in tandem with Red Alert's, "Yes."
First Aid was starting to regret his actions.
19.09.16: A continuation of 'Pink Larkspur' from a few weeks ago.
21.09.16: Set pre-Robots in Disguise. I guess you might see it as a small continuation of 'Colleague', since Red Alert is featured here.
22.09.16: A continuation of the above drabble, 'Not Unpunished'.
23.09.16: Set post-Predacons Rising.
24.09.16: This once was very interesting. Bit of a challenge too, but I'm satisfied with how it turned out.
25.09.16: I guess you could see this as a mash-up continuation of 'Colleague' and 'Foxglove' (though both drabbles are technically unrelated).
