The sound of his pedesteps was the only thing that Knockout could hear as he made his way to his med. bay with a cube of energon. He winced, his pedes were killing him. He wasn't used to walking such a long distance from his quarters so it made sense that his pedes would hurt a bit but it shouldn't hurt this bad. He shouldn't be up on his pedes for this long when being sparked anyway.
"How else am I going to get to my med. bay? Drive? Oh yea, that's right, I can't," he mumbled to himself.
He took a sip from his energon as he placed his servo on the scanner beside a door and it slid open. He entered his med. bay and stopped, raising a browridge at the mech that had his back turned to him. He frowned, trying to remember what his name was. Oh yea. Knockout ex-vented, "What do you want Jazz?"
Jazz jumped and turned around, having a servo to his chest, "Fraggit Doc, you almost gave me a spark attack."
Knockout shrugged, "At least you would of had it in the med. bay," he said then proceeded to walk to his desk where he plopped into his chair, venting in relief to be able to get off his pedes. He took another sip from his energon before placing it on his desk, he then glanced up at Jazz, "You didn't answer my question."
"Oh, uh, right, um, apparently I was sent here to help you out in the med. bay if you needed it," he explained.
"Does it look like I'm handicapped," Knockout spat, taking a moment to rub at his own pedes to help with the soreness.
"No, of course not, but you are sparked and you won't be able to do certain things while you're carrying."
Knockout looked down at his pede as he rubbed it, "You got a point."
Jazz frowned, "Is everything alright?" he asked.
"Yea, why do you ask."
He pointed at the red medic's pede, "You've been rubbing your pede for awhile now. Is it sore?"
Knockout leaned back in his chair, forgetting about removing the pain from his pede, "Well, yea, I did just walk here."
Jazz's optics widen, "Why did you go and do that for? You're suppose to be relaxing and getting rest, not walking long distances. Why didn't you transform instead?"
Knockout looked away, grabbing the cube of energon to down the rest of it, "I can't transform. I'm at that stage now where I won't be able to."
"Oh, that explains it," Jazz paused and watched Knockout unconsciously rub his pede with his other pede. He ex-vented, walking towards him, "Here, let me at least ease the pain for you."
Knockout looked at him confused, watching him kneel down in front of his pedes and reached for them, "Wha-what are you...?" he stopped and tensed up once Jazz had one of his pedes and began massaging it.
He gaped, finding that the massaging actually felt really nice on his sore pede. He was silent for a bit before finally asking, "Why are you doing this?"
Jazz shrugged, looking up at him but not stopping with the massaging, "You're sparked and you deserve to have some treatment around here and believe me, you're probably going to be getting a lot of attention for now on from everyone else."
Knockout ex-vented, "I guess being sparked has some of its privileges."
Jazz frowned, "You seem a little moody. What happened? Rough recharge?"
Knockout shook his helm, "My recharge was actually peaceful for once, hasn't been like that for awhile. In the morning, on the other servo, has been stressful. Not only has the sparkling started moving and kicking and hasn't stopped yet, I also had to walk here because I can't transform," he groaned and leaned back in his chair."This morning has been terrible."
After a brief silence, Knockout glanced down at Jazz when he suddenly stopped massaging his one pede. He frowned when he saw his surprised look, "What?"
"Did... did you just say that the sparkling has started kicking?" he asked.
Knockout nodded his helm, "Yea, wh..." he paused then he gave Jazz a look that basically said 'you got to be kidding me'. "You want to feel it, don't you."
Jazz smiled, trying to look innocent but failing, "May I?"
Knockout vented dramatically, "Fine, but you better not scratch my finish."
"No promises," Jazz grinned as he reached out a servo to rest on the red mech's abdomen. He stayed like that for awhile, waiting but his smile started to falter when he didn't feel anything. He was just about to remove his servo but stopped when he felt movement, followed by a few that felt like kicks.
Jazz chuckled, "It seems like the little guy is ready to burst out any second and start break dancing."
"It feels like he's already break dancing," Knockout grimaced after feeling another kick.
Jazz removed his servo then went back to massaging Knockout's sore pedes, "You know, it really is a miracle that you got sparked."
"Not really, anyone could have already tried earlier in the war without us knowing."
"That's the thing, many mech and femme have already tried to get sparked but failed," Jazz said as he looked up.
When Knockout didn't say anything but give him a confused look, he looked back down and continued, "Many years before the war ended, I had spent some time on a planet that had some Cybertronians that were hiding from the war. A bunch of them had planned to try and repopulate so they tried many ways to get sparked but all of them failed. It seemed like Primus was giving up on them or it was some sort of punishment because of the war."
Jazz shook his helm then looked up at Knockout, smiling, "But now, after so long, someone had succeeded. It truly is a blessing."
Knockout put a servo on his stomach and frowned, glancing away from him, "I had considered the possibilities that the war had something to do with the lack of mechs and femmes not being able to spark. Not until they truly believe that the war is over is when they will be able to get sparked. Just look what happened, both Starscream and I thought that the war was over when we blew up the Autobot's first base. We ended up fragging each other that night until we couldn't move. Spark-bonding that night didn't help either because that really drains you," he then gestured to himself."Now look at me, I got sparked."
Jazz shrugged, "I guess that could've been the reason," he then smiled. "Do you know if the sparkling is a mech or femme?"
Knockout shook his helm, "No I don't and I would rather not find out. Another surprise wouldn't hurt anyone."
"Speaking of surprises, what would you do to Starscream if you ever see him again?"
That question caught him off guard. He opened his mouth then closed it, realizing he had nothing to say to that. He ex-vented, "I honestly don't know, I haven't seen him since he went off to fight in that final battle."
"Can you do me a favor?"
"Depends."
Jazz grinned, "Can you punch him for me. If that's too harsh then you can slap him instead, but make sure its real good and hard."
Knockout frowned, "What for?"
Jazz frowned, "He shouldn't have left you alone like this, waiting to know if he's still online. You need him now more than anything, especially when the sparkling is ready to be delivered. He should be there with you when you deliver, it isn't good for a carrier to not have the sire of their sparkling with them. So, if you or any of us finds him, give him a good punch to the face for me. Slap works too."
Knockout smiled, "Will do and thanks for cheering me up."
Jazz grinned and kept massaging the medic's pedes, "Hey, that's my job, well, not really but close enough I guess."
"Well, what do we have here?" a voice sounded from the med. bay doors.
Knockout had his back facing the door but he didn't have to turn to know who it was. He lifted an arm, waving at the femme, "Morning to you too Arcee."
Arcee walked over to stand beside Jazz. She smiled, "Already cheating I see," she teased.
Knockout frowned, "That's not whats going on. He's the one who offered to massage my pedes."
Arcee looked down at the white and black mech, "Oh, so then Jazz is trying to pull the moves on you."
Jazz looked at her, "Who wouldn't?" answering as if it was obvious.
Knockout nodded at Jazz, "Thank-you."
Jazz nodded back, "You're very welcome."
Arcee shook her helm, "I swear, you guys are perfect for each other."
"Everyone knows that I'm perfect for anyone," Knockout then grinned."What about you? What's the deal with you and the explosive prone wrecker?"
Arcee frowned, feeling her face grow a little warm, "Wh-what do you mean?"
"Oh, you know," Jazz cooed."When are you going to pull the moves on him. Don't try and deny it, I know when a femme likes a mech. I can tell you one thing though."
"Wh-what?" Arcee dared to ask.
Jazz looked at Knockout, who nodded. They both looked back at her, "He likes you too," they both said.
Arcee put a servo to the side of her face, looking away, "You think so?"
"We know so," they both said again.
Arcee frowned and looked at them, seeing their grinning faces, "Would you two stop doing that?"
"Doing what?" they said again.
"That! Stop saying the same things at once, its creepy."
"Psh," they both did at once, doing the servo wave at her too. They both then laughed.
Arcee put a servo against her forehelm, shaking her helm, "Mechs," she mumbled.
"Seriously though Arcee," Knockout said by himself this time. "Wheeljack likes you just as much as you like him."
Jazz nodded his healm, "You should ask him out or something. The war is over, you can do this kind of stuff now."
Arcee contemplated it, "I don't know, maybe after the rest of that meeting today, which by the way starts in an hour."
Jazz and Knockout groaned.
"Don't give me that," Arcee scolded.
"But I was having fun," Jazz whined.
Arcee raised an browridge, "Massaging Knockout's pedes?"
Jazz looked down at the medic's pedes, shrugging, "At least it beats repairing a building."
"Why are you massaging his pedes anyway?"
Knockout rested an elbow on the arm of the chair, resting his chin in the palm of his servo, "I walked here because I couldn't transform since I'm at that stage where I can't."
"Since his pedes were really sore from the walk, I offered to massage them," Jazz explained.
Knockout glared at him, "You didn't even offer, you just grabbed my pedes and began massaging them without my consent."
Jazz just shrugged, "Oh well, too late."
"Why are you here anyway Jazz?" Arcee asked.
Jazz continued massaging the red mech's pedes, "Optimus sent me to help the Doc out since he won't be able to do certain things while being sparked."
"By the way," Knockout said to the two-wheeler. "I would really need to get my quarters moved closer to my med. bay so my pedes don't hurt as much and also when the sparkling is ready to be delivered, I'll already be close by to the med. bay."
Arcee nodded, "It's best to ask Optimus that at the meeting which is probably going to be about just that."
"Considering the Doc might need help along the way, should we be heading to the meeting now?" Jazz asked.
"That's a really good idea," Knockout agreed, looking rather happy.
"I'm not carrying you if you complain being sore," Arcee plain out said. "You're too big for me to carry anyway."
Knockout frowned, "Aww."
Jazz raised a servo, "I don't mind doing that. It shouldn't be a problem for me considering we're about the same size."
Knockout shrugged, "Fine by me."
Arcee turned, "Let's go then."
