Diana huffed angrily, still annoyed at the bots intrusion of her shower. She couldn't help but wonder if she was really right in the head to be allowing him to come to her home. With a soft sigh she turned the water off, hanging her head a moment, letting the water drip from the ends of her blonde hair. But hey, how often did one meet a kickass alien robot right? It seemed curiosity was winning against wariness.

"Spend any longer in there and you'll start to rust." Knock Out called in a sing song voice, still out in the center of the shop.

"Humans don't rust you idiot." she scoffed, taking a towel and quickly drying herself before slipping into her clean clothes; a pair of boot cut jeans and a tight fitting red tee shirt.

"Right, you just sweat and cry and do other disgusting things." he replied, the disdain obvious in his tone.

She rolled her eyes, taking a hair tie from her bathroom cabinet before stepping out of the bathroom, reaching her arms up behind her head to braid her long hair as she walked towards the loft's railing.

Knock Out had his back to her, both hands hidden in front of his chest.

Diana frowned a bit, unable to see her bike.

"You know, this would be much easier if I had my tools." he began, turning towards her, revealing that he was holding her bike in one hand.

Her eyes widened and she dashed towards the stairs. "What the hell are you doing? Put it down!"

He blinked at her, taking a step back as she ran towards him.

"You wreck it more and I'll beat the crap out of you."

Knock Out snorted, lifting the bike higher. "Your efforts to do so would be very amusing."

"I've got a cutting torch in here." she said, folding her arms over her chest and halting a few feet from him, glaring daggers. "And I'm not afraid to use it."

"We're assuming you could catch me squishy." he crouched, setting her bike down before turning to look at her, his elbows propped on his bent knees.

"I seem to remember catching you last night, and beating you."

"Hardly." Knock Out sneered, rolling his eyes.

"You had to cheat to stop me." she grinned, taking a few steps closer to him.

He watched her warily, though he didn't move away from her as he had before. "Whatever, as I was saying, if I could take this back to my ship, where my tools are -"

"Wait, you have a ship?"

"Obviously." he scoffed. "It's not mine personally, but that's where I work, reside, whatever."

"Where is it?"

"Where do you think?"

Diana's nose crinkled in thought. "Most countries keep a tight watch over their airspace, how have you not been detected?"

Knock Out laughed. "Please, we have cloaking devices, masks for our signals."

She tipped her head to the side at his use of we and our. "How many of you are there?"

He seemed to ponder that a moment. "Given the Autobots keep thinning our numbers, the new arrivals who keep coming, few hundred maybe, give or take?"

"Autobots?"

"The glitches we're at war with."

"War?"

Knock Out sighed, rising and gesturing about with his hands. "I didn't come here to play teacher."

"Then let's play a game." she said, a smirk on her face.

The red bot glanced back to her, suspicion in his crimson optics. "Game?"

"I ask you a question, you get to ask me one." she replied, walking over to see what he had done to her bike, which appeared to be nothing so far, lazy robot.

He considered a moment before moving to crouch behind her, legs spread a tad so he could rest his elbows on his knees again. "Alright, me first."

"Shoot."

"Bad thing to say." he purred.

Diana rolled her eyes at him. "Go ahead, then."

"Very well, why are you alone here? As I understood it, humans often reside together."

She shrugged gently. "My family used to own this shop, but my parents died a few years back. I had no other family, and the inheritance left me well enough off, I just never left I guess. They were mechanics, taught me a lot. I work a little every now and then, restoring vehicles."

"Mmm."

"Why are you at war with those Autobots?" she turned from her bike, standing so she could look at him.

"Because they're a bunch of slagging do-gooders." he scoffed, continuing when she arched a brow at him. "My people are from a planet called Cybertron, our society had a caste system, though unlike the ones on your world, you were always confined to your place in society, sometimes fighting to the death with others for the amusement of those better than you. As you can imagine, some didn't like that, so our leader Megatron started a revolution, that sparked a civil war, the planet died and we scattered across the galaxy."

"Sounds awful." she said softly.

"Yeah well, slag happens." he sighed, turning his red gaze on her again. "Why aren't you afraid of me?"

"Should I be?"

"Yes." he said, a grin on his lips. "I am a Decepticon after all, we have no time for nonsense."

"Decepticons, deception, sounds like the bad team." she chuckled.

Knock Out shook his head. "We're the ones who were willing to do what it took to change things." he trailed off, voice fading as though he were doubting his own words.

Diana watched him for a moment, curious about the far off gaze in his eyes, as though he were considering something, regretting something. "I'm not afraid of you for two reasons." she spoke.

He blinked, pulled from his musings to look at her again.

"One, I love anything mechanical, so as a giant robot, you're fascinating, and don't let that go to your head. Two, you're interesting, and not just on the mechanical level." she shrugged. "Why are you still talking with me? Why not just forget you met me or squash me to keep your presence a secret?"

His mouth worked a moment, eyes scrutinizing her tiny frame, eventually falling on the braid she had slung over her shoulder, the end of which hung just below her breast. "You're interesting, and don't let that go to your head." he grinned. "Why have you stayed alone? I mean, I know humans are scrap and everything but." he gestured with his right hand, looking amused.

"I don't really like people, everyone's out for themselves, no care for anyone else, I just prefer it I guess. I mean, I have some friends, but aside from that." she glanced to her bare feet, wiggling her toes a little. "I've always preferred machines, they don't talk back, don't judge."

Knock Out grinned widely at that. "Until now right?"

"Don't make me lick you."

He made a face of disgust. "Don't you dare."

She laughed, reaching a hand out to splay her palm against a bit of his leg. "Ooh, little human, real nasty!"

The Medic scowled down at her but didn't move, instead trying to study her touch. Her hand was tiny in comparison, but oddly warm and soft, not as offensive as he'd guessed it would be.

"But, moving on, why are you and your people here?" she let her hand fall from his leg, looking up at him again.

"Random chance I suppose, there were signals from your planet, Cybertronian ones, downed ships and various artifacts, so we fight the Autobots for them."

"What do the Autobots want out of this war?"

"Peace." he said, shrugging gently as if the concept were confusing.

"Well, now you definitely sound like the bad guys." she turned on her heel, headed for the stairs back to her living area.

"We're the guys who know how to have fun, the Autobots are weaklings." he rose, walking after her and watching as she went to her dresser again, pulling out more clothing. "What are you doing?"

"You mean what are we doing?" she plucked a pair of socks out of her drawer, as well as a sweater.

"We?" he frowned a little at her statement.

"Yes, you wrecked my ride, so you can take me to town." she said, sitting on the edge of her bed to pull her socks on. "I have a few errands to run."

"And why would I want to do that.?"

"You haven't fixed my bike yet, so you still owe me." she rummaged about the nightstand beside her bed, retrieving a credit card and tucking it into her pocket along with her cell phone.

Knock Out arched a brow, quiet a moment, his stare holding hers until he finally gave in with a flail of his arms. "Oh fine, you better not get me dirty." he turned towards one of the garage doors, the thing opening on his silent command.

She blinked a little, following after him. "You can open my doors?"

"Please, your people's attempts at technology are amusing, so much of your information floats about wirelessly. It's easy to pick up on, I could pester you on that device you carry if I wanted to too." he stepped into the morning sun, glancing about the deserted place.

"It's a cell phone." she scowled, a little unhappy that he could invade her privacy so easily if he desired.

"Whatever." he waved a hand at her, turning to face her.

She only met him with an expectant look.

"I'm serious squishy, you get any of your fluids on me -" he knelt and pushed a finger against her chest, making her stagger back a step or two. "- and I'll dump you somewhere unpleasant."

Diana chuckled, lifting a hand. "Scout's honor."

"Wha-?"

"Human phrase."

"Right." he said slowly, his body shifting until he had transformed into his alternate mode, an Aston Martin V12 Sagato.

"You know, for an alien robot who turns into a car -" she walked up to him, carefully tracing her hands along the curves of his alt form. "- you're not half bad, looks wise that is. Why are you an Aston Martin?"

"It was attractive."

"No argument there, but I mean, why a human vehicle, and how?" she kept her hands on him, smoothing soft fingers along his paint job.

He hand to find his voice, rather intrigued by her touch. "We're able to scan anything that's a vehicle, we log it to our memory and then we can turn into it. And posing as one of Earth's machines makes it easier to act undetected."

"So you could be an F-18 if you wanted?"

"Technically, yes, but I prefer the flash of a ground based alt mode." he chuckled, revving his engine as if to prove his point.

"But doesn't it hinder you? Being unable to fly?"

"Please, you sound like Starscream." he grumbled.

"Who's that?"

"One of the higher ups, a real glitch, are we going or not?"

"Didn't know if I should just hop in." she smirked.

With a slight huff he popped open his passenger side door.

"What, I can't drive?" she teased, slipping inside.

"Don't press your luck fleshling." he shut the door behind her, immediately tearing out of the parking lot. He didn't miss the wide smile on her face as he accelerated.

"Um, hot shot?" she smirked, leaning back in her seat, not bothering with her seat belt, trusting him for reasons she couldn't discern.

"What."

"Town's that way." she lifted her hand, pointing behind them with her thumb.

Well, I know the Segato isn't what Knock is in the series, but I think it's perfect and dang sexy. (I'd link but... if you just web search Aston Martin V12 Segato, you'll find what I mean. :) )

*Edit: Thelostzelda on Deviant Art hath informed me that Knock Out does have a designated mode now, he's an altered Aston Martin DBS Coupe. I just picked the Segato cause when I was searching about for his alt. mode I was unawares of the DBS, I just wanted to inform! *adjusts her monocle* Enjoy the random informations.*

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