*glomps the dear readers* So I have been trying to re-watch the series and take notes before I wrote anymore, so I could remember who was where during what times. But I'm a lazy twat so... I shall improvise. *determined face*
And to those who guessed, no Diana is not pregnant, nor will she ever be able to conceive with Knocks as there's nothing organic about him that would allow that. :3 (Unless he were able to poof to the Well Of Transformation like Phaedrolous mentioned, but I'm trying to stick to the Prime universe so that won't be happening here! I like the idea of them being able to bond despite their differences, I think it'd make it a much stronger relationship. :3)
Knock Out had decided to spend the rest of the day and that night with Diana, given she was still violently ill, even after her demands for a special brand of... medicine. He hadn't gone into stasis, as her pale form had him worried. She'd been unable to keep anything down and had spent the day curled on the couch with her head in his lap. Even now she was still clinging to him as she slept, both of them settled in her bed, she lying down and Knock Out sitting against the headboard.
He'd done nothing but research while she slept and he was fairly sure he'd now be able to perform brain surgery on a human given all the material he'd read, but he couldn't quite pin point her affliction. The best he could decide on was that her body was reacting to a toxin, some soft of poison, perhaps she'd been right about eating something bad.
"Why so serious?" Her quiet voice broke his musings, the medic glancing down to her.
"Just thinking."
"Uh oh." She smirked, shifting to stretch in her bed. "What time is it?"
"Five thirty seven in the morning." He brushed a bit of hair from her face. "Feeling better?"
Diana smiled and nodded, sitting up. "Yeah, still a little, groggy though."
He smiled as well, touching a kiss to her forehead before off lining the holoform, his true body shifting as the holoform dissipated into static. "I'm glad, I was really worried for a while there." He finished transforming, stepping close to the loft and watching as she got out of bed.
"Just a bug, people get sick." She winked to him. "Part of our icky human nature."
He rolled his optics. "Don't remind me, you humans and your fluids."
"Hey, I don't recall you complaining about my fluids last night." She walked over to the railing of her loft, waggling a finger at him.
"When I say you humans, I don't mean you. I mean all other humans." He smirked, pretending to bite at her scolding finger.
"Oh? So I'm special now? Above all other humans?"
"But of course." He hummed.
"You're dumb."
"You're sexy."
Diana blinked. "That's a new one..."
He gave a small shrug, touching a finger to the top of her head. "I should get back, lest I be scolded again."
"Again?" She tipped her head to the side.
"I got a bit of a talking to over taking energon for the holoform, but it's nothing to worry about, I explained it away." He gently trailed his finger from her head to her cheek, a smile on his face when she leaned into his touch, completely trusting. "Hopefully I can avoid Airachnid today."
"Who's that?"
Knock Out sighed. "An insane femme, she has a killing fetish and thinks I share the same sentiments given my trade, she wanted to work together."
Diana scowled, reaching for his finger and holding it tightly. "Bitch thinks she can take you from me?"
The red mech laughed. "Why squishy, are you jealous?"
"Damn straights. I'll beat the shit out of her if she touches you."
He laughed again, stroking his finger along her side. "You're crazy."
"I'm protective."
"That makes two of us."
She smiled, pulling away from him and waving a hand. "Go on now, run along before daddy gives you a spanking."
Knock Out snorted, turning for the exit. "BAD mental image."
There was an odd silence about the Nemesis when Knock Out arrived, he grew curious when none of the mechs on board would meet his gaze and was downright suspicious when Dreadwing approached him.
The hulking blue seeker was usually rather intimidating, but he had an odd look to his optics, guilt.
This only confused Knock Out more. "What is going on around here?"
"I'm afraid I bring you bad news."
"Alright?" Knock Out folded his arms, watching the other mech.
"Breakdown and I had been ordered to dispose of Airachnid."
"About fraggin' time."
"However, she rebelled. Breakdown was offlined."
Knock Out froze, his optics hovering over Dreadwing's features. "He's, dead?"
Dreadwing gave a slight nod, murmuring an apology before turning and leaving.
The medic just stared after him, un-moving. Breakdown was gone? Just like that? The mech who'd been able to smash through anything and everything was taken down by that conniving little glitch. He snarled, stalking to the bridge where he knew he could find Sound Wave.
The bridge was, thankfully, deserted. Only Sound Wave and the odd crew member stood in the massive room.
Knock Out walked straight to Sound Wave, taking the silent mech by the shoulder and turning him so he could face him. "Find me Airachnid."
Sound Wave made no move, seeming to study Knock Out for a moment. A snippet of a conversation played across his visor, the voice Dreadwing's: "We lost track of her, no sightings, no signals."
The medic glared. "Bridge me to the last place she was, now!"
Another moment of silence passed before Sound Wave nodded.
Revenge was going to be sweet.