"Knocks, you need to eat something." Diana sighed, folding her arms and staring up at the red mech.
"I don't wanna." The mech mimicked her actions, although he was seated on the medical berth instead, arms crossed over his chest as he looked away, huffing softly.
"And why not? You need to eat you twit."
"Because, who knows what the Autobot's have in plan for me, they could poison any energon they give me." Knock Out glanced down to her, his eyes flickering about in suspicion.
"Kill you?" Diana arched a brow, unable to believe that such a, sophisticated, being could be acting like such a child. "Knock Out, if they'd wanted to kill you, why would they have spent the time and energy to save your life?"
"Well, because, I don't know." He mumbled, looking away again.
"You're an idiot." She mumbled, waving a dismissive hand at him and turning to walk away.
"Wait, where are you going?" He jerked about to watch her, the pout in his eyes immediately changing to worry.
"To tell Ratchet that you're being a big baby." She called over her shoulder, stepping through the doorway, ignoring his new spiel of whines.
Diana sighed, rubbing at her temples as she made her way towards the main room of the Autobot's base, the room that held most of the Autobot tech and their ground bridge. They'd been at the base for over two weeks now, and Diana had spent all her time with Knock Out. She had yet to return to her battered home, as she wasn't quite sure she could face it yet. Miko and Nurse Darby, or June as she insisted Diana call her, had been life savers for the blonde, delivering her some spare clothing and the basic personal necessities. She sighed again, pulling the sleeves of the over sized grey sweatshirt she wore over her hands as she entered the room. Ratchet was, as he usually was, at the main console, fingers dancing away over the interface. "Hey Ratchet, I'm not interrupting am I?"
The orange and white mech swiveled about, peering down at her. "Just checking a few things over, why?"
"Knock Out won't eat." Diana sighed, hugging her arms about her torso and glancing about. "Where is everyone?"
Ratchet waved a hand. "Optimus and Smokescreen are out on patrol, the others are with the children." He turned back to the console, sighing at the display. "If Knock Out chooses not to eat, that is his problem. He is a grown mech and, as he reminds me every chance he gets, a medical professional. He'll either shut down from a lack of fuel or see reason and ingest something."
The woman frowned, not exactly fond of the options, but knew them to be true nevertheless. "What are you working on?"
"This?" Ratchet scoffed, his frustration over his task obvious. "As the various bot's around here insist on destroying my tools every chance they get, I've been trying to repair the few I can salvage." He turned to gesture to a battered looking tool set out on a workbench. "This is Bulkhead's handiwork."
Diana turned to the staircase that led to the upper level of the room, crossing the catwalk so she could inspect the tool in question. "It's, a welder?" She glanced up to him, wiping at one of her eyes with the heel of her hand.
The Medic quirked a brow, looking down to her. "Essentially, though it's more efficient than your Earth based version. Arcee had said something about you being a, mechanic, was it?" He shifted to face the woman, resting a hand on the railing of the walkway.
"I am. I run, well, used to run a shop." She gave him a weak smile, unable to hide the ache in her voice at mentioning her home.
"Hrm." Ratchet rubbed at his chin. "And I assume Knock Out has taught you a few things about Cybertronian physiology?"
Diana nodded a yes. "It's why I've been watching you a lot, I hope I haven't been bothering you."
"Not at all, it's refreshing to have someone watch me due to my talents, rather than the fact that I'm a giant robot." He rolled his eyes, Miko and her various exclamations foremost in his mind.
"Do you want me to take a look at that?" She gestured to the item deemed a welder. "Might be easier for me to fix, my hands are smaller, I can get into it a little better than you."
Ratchet seemed to ponder that a moment, rubbing his chin again. "I suppose it couldn't hurt, though I'm unsure I have the necessary replacement parts to repair it."
"Well, looking won't hurt." Diana smiled, the action fading into a yawn which she tried to hide.
The bot narrowed his gaze a tad, leaning closer to Diana. "When was the last time you had a decent recharge?"
"Ah." She rubbed at her neck, trying to blink away her bleariness. "I'll be honest, I haven't had a good sleep since this whole thing started, since Knocks got hurt."
Ratchet nodded slightly. "Understandable, but you won't do Knock Out any good if you're too fatigued to function. Perhaps Nurse Darby can assist you, provide something to relax you?"
"I'll be okay." Diana smiled, moving to climb under the catwalk railing and down onto the bench that the welder rested on, inspecting the item. Before she could perform a thorough inspection, she found herself in Ratchet's palm, the Medic plucking her from the bench and turning to carry her back to the med bay Knock Out was in. "Hey!"
"The repairs can wait until tomorrow, you need to lie down before you fall down." He kept his hand steady, careful as he always was when carrying one of the humans who frequented the Autobot base. He came to an abrupt halt however, when they entered the med bay, blinking at Knock Out, who was sprawled out on his stomach on the floor. "Knock Out?"
"Knocks!" Diana squeaked, leaping from Ratchet's hand once the Autobot Medic lowered her, running over to the downed mech. "What happened? You tried to get up, didn't you!"
Knock Out only grumbled, lowering his face to the floor to hide his expression.
"Knock Out, your body has not fully repaired itself." Ratchet said, the commanding tone that Miko had named "medic mode" creeping into his voice. He knelt, taking one of the red mech's hands and sliding underneath his arm, using his shoulder to haul the mech upright.
"Yeah yeah." He mumbled, flinching as Ratchet helped him back into the berth. He promptly turned away from the Autobot once he was settled, back to pouting.
Ratchet only rolled his eyes, pointing down to Diana. "Both of you, rest. You're not allowed out of this room until you do so." With that the mech left, muttering to himself as he departed.
"Are you okay?" Diana murmured once they were alone, walking to the edge of the berth.
Knock Out leaned over a tad, lowering his left hand to the floor to help her up, depositing her on his chest and giving a small noise of contentment as she sat down. "Yeah, fine."
She sighed, crawling a bit closer to his face and leaning forwards, kissing his chin. "You shouldn't push yourself. You're not healed yet, and you're not eating."
He huffed in reply, bringing both his hands to his chest, cupping them around her smaller form.
"Knock Out, really. They're not going to hurt you, I trust them, and you trust me right?"
He made a small, childish, noise in response.
"You're not going to get better unless you work with Ratchet." She sighed, leaning down on his chest, nuzzling into the improvised embrace of his hands. "And, once you're better, we can go."
"Go where." He glanced down to her, a slight tone of suspicion in his voice.
"I don't know, it doesn't matter. As long as we're together, agreed?" Diana closed her eyes, a smile on her lips.
"Agreed." He nodded slightly, closing his eyes as well.
So, I may have gotten my brothers addicted to Transformers :D I got seasons 1&2 on blu-ray for Christmas, and I've been rewatching them. Brothers sat and watched them all with me, ahahaha! *wiggles arms and runs off*
Just a little chapter, show some evolution with Diana and the Autobots, develop some relationships!
{ And to answer a question, I'm an Aunty to a little girl. Her name is Roselyn. :) }