Doctor Feelgood.
"Doctor, doctor, give me the news
I've got a bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I've got a bad case of lovin'you (…)"– Robert Palmer "Bad case of lovin' you".
Warnings: cheesy doctor jokes.
Timing: my very own Beauty of the Beast Prime timeline.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Transformers Prime © Hasbro. Story's plot and OC's © me. There may be some OC's that aren't mine – they belong to their respective creators.
Autopsy. Decepsy.
oOo
Nemesis, shortly after Knockout and Breakdown's arrival. Infirmary.
The battle with Autobots was short yet intense. Autobots found their energon deposit ready for a pick up and decided to commandeer it because all is fair in war and love (in this case love for violence). Of course Decepticons were strongly against. All in all it was a draw which meant that Autobots didn't get the energon but the Vehicons got a good taste of their firepower. Mostly it was just scratches and a scorch or two. There were couple cases of more serious injuries that needed some considerable medical attention and one case requiring surgery.
Knockout on his end was racing the previous night and part of the morning and returned just in time to receive the batch of injured soldiers – enough to say that the Decepticon Medic was pretty tired. It was no surprise that he was relieved when he left the OR to end his shift and finally recharge. To his surprise he was greeted by none other than Starscream himself – the Acting Leader of Decepticons (due to Megatron's coma).
"Starscream, what brings you here?" The Medic asked whipping his servos from unidentified fluid.
"I am in charge am I not?" Starscream pointed out. "The Vehicons are my soldiers; I am here to ask how the surgery went."
"Surgery?" Knockout pulled surprised face, his ruby red optics round. "I thought it was an autopsy."
Starscream's jaw dropped. It was rare occurrence indeed when the Air Commander couldn't find any words.
TBC.
So yeah, this happens between episodes. Megatron is still out cold and Screamer is in charge.