*happy noises* All the reviews and favorites make me so happy. (And a big thanks to Draketeeth for helping me to work on my derpy grammurz '. )

I shall address a few questions, from both reviews and PM's. :3

About the holoforms: I made up Knocks having the little wrist holoform, if you've seen the one Ratchet has in the TFP series, just think of that! As for holoforms, I'd like to think they were fairly common before the war and they began to run low on resources, so now with energon being scarce many had to drop the idea.

(I am debating with myself over them being able to "remember" how to make one. In one of the books I read an Autobot says that Cybertronians can remember and log the form of anything they've scanned, so I've pondered that. But in all the TV series we've seen everyone only has one alternate mode, so I'm leaning more towards the "We can only hold one schematic at a time." idea. But I dunno, the random ramblings of my mind!)

But as for comparing the wrist screen and a holoform, a little screen would take far less power than a walking talking form. I think that the wrist screen would be attached to the bot, and thus draw power from them, but as the holoform can stroll off on its own it would need significantly more energy. And as for Knocks not having made himself a holoform up until this point... he's too stuck up "I can do my job without some ridiculous crutch. *nose in air*".

What does Diana look like exactly: Well, I did explain her, but I was so "ermagerd unlikely love story I must write the plot between them" that I might have neglected her, so *clears throat* I shall give you a little biography:

Diana is 5'5", fairly thin as she is athletic, but she is well muscled. She takes good care of her body. She had dark blonde hair, it falls to just below her shoulder blades when it's down and is naturally wavy (think beach babe waves x3). I'd like to think of her as an Saggitarius, her D.O.B. would be November 25.

As for style, she's rather down to earth as she's usually working on a vehicle of some sort, comfy pants and tee shirts are her thing. She will dress up if she has to, but she dislikes long dresses as she can't run easily in them. (Because that's what girls worry about right...?)

I'll slap a profile up for her on my DA eventually, but the first chapter on there does have a link to a picture of how I envision her!

Are you going to follow the series plot of change it: I'm going to follow it as close as I can, but I do plan on changing things. And no I'm not telling what exactly! :)

Aaaaaaand enough blabbering... story times!

Diana's shop was dark when Knock Out arrived, the silence of the place making him uneasy given the mood Airachnid had sent him into. He quietly drove in, coming to a halt in the spot he usually sat at the base of her stairs and glancing around. A soft sound from the loft revealed her location and he activated his holoform, ascending the steps to find her.

The little human was still in bed, bundled up in her blankets.

"Lazy fleshling." He smirked, walking over to the bedside. "You're still asleep?"

Diana poked out of the blankets, looking to him with bleary eyes. "Hey."

Knock Out had to frown at her disheveled state. "What's the matter with you?"

"Sick." She mumbled, closing her eyes and leaning into the hand he touched to her forehead.

"I'll say, you look unwell." he frowned again, sitting on the bed and carefully extracting her from her cocoon of blankets. "Let me see."

She smiled, following his hands as he pulled her into his lap. "Since when do you know anything about a human's well being?"

"I can still try can't I?" he smirked, examining her, his mind automatically switching to professional mode as he studied her.

She was warm to the touch, so he knew it was a fever, and she appeared to have been sweating given that her hair was plastered to her face and neck. Her eyes were bleary, voice groggy. She looked about to fall asleep in his grip.

"Well, your internet isn't very helpful..." He trailed off, mind trying to cycle through the well of information on human illnesses. "You could have the flu, you could have bone cancer."

Diana laughed. "I think it's just a flu, maybe something I ate at the wedding upset my stomach." She smiled, nuzzling against his chest. "But I feel better with you here."

He could only smile in response, unable to express the warmth that thrummed through his spark at her words, to know he could soothe her with only his presence.

"By the way."

"Hmm?" He glanced to her when she spoke.

"It's impolite to bed a lady then run off." There was a teasing tone to her voice.

"I, I'm sorry." Knock Out mumbled, his shoulders slumping.

"I know how you can make it up to me though."

He looked to her, frowning out of confusion at the naughty tone she had adopted. "But you're sick."

"Haven't you heard? Sex is great medicine." She chuckled, shifting in his lap so she could kiss him. "And there's nothing wrong with slow and sweet."

Knock Out sighed, wrapping his arms about her. "You're absolutely crazy." A smile crept over his face. "And I love it."

Hmm, short... sorry! But I'm le sleepy, I just wanted to get this thought down. Cookie to anyone who can guess why she's sick! (Also, I may be MIA a little while! My sister in-law is pregnant and due any day so I've been her nurse/maid/pamper-er ^_^ I'm too excited to be an auntie aaaaahh!)