As promised, the ground bridge had delivered Diana to her home, to her front door to be exact.

She had turned on her heel upon stepping out of the bridge, staring after the mass of swirling green as it winked out of existence. She suddenly felt very alone and found herself wishing it would reappear, Knock Out sauntering out of it with a grin on his face and a quip on his tongue.

She finally found the will to break her gaze from the spot the portal had been, turning to the smaller front door of her shop, taking the spare key from it's hiding spot and letting herself into the garage.

Tossing the key to a nearby table she made her way up to her loft, halting at the top of the stairs, a vacant look on her face. Was he going to be okay? What was going on now that she had left? Had someone found out she'd been there?

A pang of guilt hit her and she trembled a tad, if Knock Out were to be hurt, punished, because of her. She shook her head, glancing to the clock on her night stand. The numbers glowed four in the morning, no wonder she was tired, especially now that her adrenaline had faded.

She undressed, climbing into her bed in only her undies and a fresh tank top. "Knock Out, you'd better be safe."

Two days had passed with no word from Knock Out, and Diana grew more and more worried. She had expected him to return the next day, let himself in and meander up to her with that warm smile.

An ache settled in her chest as she leaned on the truck she had been working on, or was supposed to be working on. She'd been unable to focus and instead found herself zoning out while staring into the engine of the vehicle.

"Stupid." she hissed, slamming the hood down and throwing her wrench aside, stalking to her bathroom.

She nearly tore her clothing off, rage and frustration only worsening when she realized she couldn't get her jeans off due to her steel toed work boots. She cursed at the boots, kicking her feet about, one boot flying from her foot into the corner of her bathroom. "Just fucking get off my foot!" She flailed her legs again, her other boot slipping off and colliding with her bathroom mirror, sending a hail of shattered glass to the floor.

"God damn it." she mumbled. A sob rose in her throat as she knelt, now naked, to pick up the bits of glass. Tears welled in her eyes, making her vision blur as she tried to gather the shards. A flurry of curses left her trembling lips as she cut herself repeatedly on the bits of mirror. She gave up with another sob, rising and turning the shower on, not caring what setting it was on.

She leaned her head forwards, hitting her forehead against the tiled wall. "Where are you." She turned her back to the corner of the shower, sliding down until she was sitting on the floor, the water raining down on her. She closed her eyes, pulling her legs to her chest and hugging them tightly, bowing her head to her bloody knees and crying against them.

The sound of her garage door opening caused a pause in her sobbing, the mechanic lifting her head slightly, blonde hair plastered to the sides of her face.

There were heavy, but tentative, footsteps. A moment later her shower curtains were pulled back, Knock Out standing in her garage, a smile on his face. "There you are." his voice fell and he gaped at the sight of her, huddled in the corner of her shower, hands and knees bleeding. "Diana, what happened?"

"Mirror broke." she said quietly, her face frozen, not believing he was really there.

"Come here." he reached his left hand to her, offering his index finger to her to help her stand.

Diana accepted the hand up, not caring she was wet and naked. "I, I thought you were." her voice cracked as she began to cry again, throwing her arms around his thumb and holding tight.

"No no no, I'm fine, perfectly fine." Knock Out carefully guided her into his hand, pulling her from the shower and cradling her against his chest, concern shimmering in his optics. "I'm so sorry, I wanted to come, to talk to you somehow, but I couldn't get away until now."

She didn't reply, only sobbed against his hand, shivering from the cold of her shower.

Knock Out frowned, looking about her loft and stepping towards her bed, pulling the comforter from it so he could ever so carefully drape it about her shoulders. "Diana, talk to me." his voice was soft, worried.

"I, I'm sorry." she sniffled, peeling herself from the embrace she held his thumb in so she could wipe at her eyes. "I don't know why I'm so, I just, broke down." she gave a small laugh, looking up to him. "I'm so happy you're here, you're okay."

He smiled, lifting her near his face. "I'm fine."

Diana nodded, closing her eyes and leaning forwards until her forehead touched his. "Don't ever do that again."

A soft mumble was his only reply as he just held her, his own eyes closing, enjoying the contact between them.

She wasn't sure how long they sat like that, but she had to giggle. "You know, I'm still naked."

Knock Out blinked, glancing to her. "Ah, I guess you are, I'm sorry."

Diana smirked, hugging her blanket about herself. "I forgive you." She looked to her cuts, sighing. "I should get cleaned up."

He nodded in response, stepping towards her loft to set her down, watching as she went to her bathroom to turn off the shower. "How did your mirror break?"

"My boot hit it." she replied, deciding to clean the glass later and heading for her bedroom so she could pull out a clean set of clothing.

"And how did that happen?" Knock Out lifted his arms, folding them and resting them on the floor of her loft so he could watch her.

"I got mad while trying to take my boots off, one went flying and hit it." was her sheepish reply as she slipped into a pair of pyjama pants and a fresh tank top.

Knock Out rolled his optics. "Rage issues." he teased.

"Not rage, worry." she walked over to him, a box of band-aids in hand.

He sighed, guilt on his face again as he spoke. "I'm sorry, I wanted to contact you, but I was worried Soundwave would catch it."

She smiled, motioning for him to move his hand so she could step into his palm. "I forgive you dumb dumb."

The Medic grinned. "Let me make it up to you?"

Diana arched a brow. "And how would you do that?"

"I created a number for myself, so you can call me should you need me."

She blinked. "You made yourself into a cell phone?"

"I'm a mech of many talents, what can I say?" he grinned. "Breakdown and I are fairly sure it can't be hacked, so it should be safe to use, even if I'm on the Nemesis."

"I, thank you." she smiled, leaning over to plant a kiss against his palm.

He nodded, smiling warmly at her. "So, does my lady wish to go for a drive?"

"Always."

Short chapter is short... but, I needed to put a little blurb before going further in this! Yes, I do intend this story to be a romance, and yes... it will get smutty... *hides under blanket* If you no likey, no more read-ey!