Starscream sat in an awkward silence next to Knock Out, who was rather interested in the datapad that he was reading. He glanced over to try and see what the red mech was reading but the angle that he was holding the datapad was making it hard to see what it had on it.

He glanced away, looking down at his servos that were in his lap. He was trying to ignore the constant whispering going on around him but it was really hard when he kept thinking that the whispers were about him.

He closed his optics when he felt his wings twitch, corresponding with his current anxiety. He clenched his servos, his pede tapping against the floor. He was pretty sure that the whispers were growing louder now.

His frame began to shake as his anxiety grew, his breathing coming out fast and erratic. He leaned forward to hold his helm in his servos, trying to calm himself. Once he felt something on his arm, he jumped and quickly looked over at his side.

"Starscream? Are you okay?" Knock Out asks, having a servo on the Seeker's arm.

Starscream glanced around at the bots around them, the whispers were no longer loud but they were still there. He still didn't know if they were whispering about him. He grit his denta, "I told you that taking the subway will be a bad idea," he growled.

"Yea but don't you remember that I told you that this is the only other way to my place. You can't transform, I can't carry you in my vehicle mode and all air-based transport ships are busy. Going by subway is the only other transportation available," Knock Out explained.

Starscream glared at him, "And don't you remember that I'm a SEEKER!?" he spat. "I should be on the surface, not underground like this in a moving confined space for a long period of time." He rubbed his upper arms,"It's causing my claustrophobia to act up," he grumbled.

Knock Out smiled and patted the Seeker's leg just as he was looking back down at his datapad, "Don't worry, we're almost to our stop."

"That's what you think," the ex-Commander grumbled and looked around at the other bots. Every time he would glance at one, they would look away. He frowned. Did they know who he was? No, they wouldn't because these were neutrals. Did he still have his Decepticon symbol? He looked down at his chest. No, it had been removed when he was attacked by the Predacons. Why were they looking at him then?

He leaned closer to the red medic beside him, "Uh, Knock Out?" he said quietly.

"Hmm?" said mech looked up at him. "What is it?"

Starscream looked at him, "Why are they looking at me?"

Knock Out frowned, being confused until he looked around at the bots on the subway. He turned back to Starscream, "It's simple. They either haven't seen a Seeker before or they're just not used to seeing a Seeker taking the subway."

Starscream crossed his arms, "That's because Seekers would rather fly to places, not take the subway," his wings twitched again. "I'm getting stir crazy in here," he grumbled.

The subway suddenly lurched and Starscream panicked, gripping onto whatever he could. His frame became tense, unsure on what to do. He felt the subway lurch again, making him tighten his grip on whatever he had a hold of.

The subway slowed down to a stop but Starscream was still frozen to his spot.

"Starscream, we're here, you can let go now."

Starscream blinked a couple times, shaking his helm to clear it before looking down. One of his servos was gripping the empty seat beside him but his other servo was gripping onto Knock Out's leg.

The Seeker immediately let go of the medic, "Oh, uh... I'm uh..."

Knock Out lifted a digit, stopping Starscream, "No need to say sorry," he then began inspecting his leg. "Unless you left a scratch."

Starscream rolled his optics, getting to his pedes, "You can check for scratches later. I want to get off this death trap," he said, really wanting to get out from underground and get to the surface for some fresh air.

Knock Out got to his pedes, "Hey, wait up," he called after the Seeker as he followed. "You don't know the way."

"Ahh, home sweet home," Knock Out said after he walked into his flat.

Starscream slowly followed after him and stood just inside to look around. What he could see so far was a rather large apartment-like accommodation, complete with seating, tele-console and... his optics widened. Was that a view?

He walked straight across the flat to the windows on the other side. He stood there for a bit before looking down at a button on the wall near the glass. He reached out and pressed it, one of the glass windows sliding to the side. After it stopped moving, he stepped out onto the balcony that was there.

He looked about the area, seeing the many skyscrapers around but straight ahead was a nice view of the distant horizon. The way the skyscrapers looked, the structural designs made him think of Iacon. After a bit, he realized that they were in Iacon, near the edge of central Iacon to be exact. He didn't realize that he had traveled so far already, considering he was found in one of Shockwave's labs in Kaon.

Oh well, that didn't matter now.

He smiled, closing his optics as he felt a nice crisp breeze. If he couldn't transform and enjoy the exhilaration of flight, this would have to do for now. He could already feel his frame calm down from his recent claustrophobia back at the subway.

"Primus fragging... UUUGH!"

Starscream frowned, opening his optics. Well, it was nice. He turned around to see what was going on. He saw Knock Out with a small stack of... envelopes? He was about to ask him what he was angry about but he only got as far as opening his mouth when the red medic suddenly dropped them in the middle of the floor, took out a blow torch from his subspace and incinerated them.

Well then, that was... unexpected.

He took a step back inside, "Do I want to know?"

Knock Out looked up at him, laughing halfheartedly, "Well, since you're going to be staying here now, you might as well know what happens sometimes."

Starscream raised a brow, "You destroying important documents?"

The red medic snorted, "No," he walked over to press a button on a wall, a panel opening to let a cleaning-bot out and roll across the floor to the burnt papers. They watched it as it began sucking up the ashes.

"Uhh... junk mail?"

"Close, but not quite there."

Once the mess was cleaned up, the small cleaning-bot turned around and went back to where it came out of, the panel closing behind it.

"What were they then?" Starscream asked.

Knock Out grit his denta, "Love letters from my admirers."

Starscream frowned, "What? Really?"

Knock Out nodded his helm, "Yep."

"You're the last bot that I know who would burn letters from their admirers. I can see you actually bathing in all the attention."

Knock Out grinned, "Glad that you're one to think like that about me but its been getting way too crazy for me. Practically every day I get at least four letters. Max being ten, sometimes twelve. I'm getting kind of fed up by it all."

Starscream walked farther into the medic's apartment, "Then why don't you tell them to just frag off?"

"Believe me, I tried but they're all so convinced that they can win my spark in any shape or form. It doesn't help either that I've dated a great deal of them at least once, some were one-night stands, and the rest used to be patients that I repaired," Knock Out gripped his helm. "It's driving me crazy," he paused for a second, groaning tiredly as he closed his optics. "I need to recharge."

"Long day?"

Knock Out nodded his helm, "What about you? Need to recharge?"

Starscream grit his denta, looking away, "I can't recharge, remember."

"That's right, I forgot. So, why can't you? You never did give me an answer when I asked you the same question last time."

Starscream frowned, "I-I'll tell you in the morning, after you have your needed recharge."

Knock Out's optics narrowed, "Alright then. Just, watch the tele-console or read or something if you're not going to recharge. If you do feel like recharging, there is a spare room down the hall to the left or you can recharge on the couch. The door on the right is the wash-rack and the one at the end of the hall is my berthroom," he paused, eying the Seeker's frame. His faceplate scrunched up, "On second thought, I think you should wash up before you do anything. Your frame is filthy. Not to mention you need a good buffing."

Starscream's optics narrowed at him, "Fine, I'll do that," he said and walked to the wash-rack. Just before the door closed, he yelled out over his shoulder, "But I'm not buffing!"

"I'll do it for you then!" Knock Out called back.

"FRAG NO!" Starscream practically screeched just beyond the door.

Knock Out chuckled, making his way to his berthroom. He felt really drained from that day's work. Good thing he was scheduled to come into work later in the day tomorrow. He would have been pissed if he had to get up early for work.