Author's Note: I KNOW I KNOW, I kind of just lost myself after the first chapter. I already have an ending planned but I don't know what to do before that. Plus, I wanted to see where the show was going since I was thinking of either sticking with the storyline or going a bit AU. So I'm sorry and hopefully some of you will stick around to read this. Anyways, enough with my babbling, here's the second chappie!

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers Prime but Keira is mine.

"So again, optics are eyes, servos are hands and aft is…"

Keira was only half-listening to what Knock Out was telling her, but she got the important bits…well, she assumed that they were important, it was hard to tell with Knock Out speaking as if he'd rather be doing anything but teaching her in the med bay with an unconscious giant in the same room.

Speaking of which…

While Knock Out was busy pointing out some other Cybertronian body part on his monitor, Keira stole another glance at the sleeping mech- which is a male Cybertronian while femme is a female Cybertronian, she recalled smugly- who, for the eighth time she had checked him, was still in his coma-like state, his breathing shallow. Keira couldn't help but wonder what exactly happened to the big guy for him to end up like that.

She took note of his huge frame. He was larger than any of the others she had encountered on the Nemesis – the Decepticon warship, she recalled again – so far. Then again, Knock Out did mention that he was their leader after all. As she continued to examine her patient, she almost didn't hear Knock Out call her attention.

"Ahem! I'd appreciate it if the human were to listen to the expert." The sportscar said.

Startled, Keira looked away from Megatron and back to Knock Out. "Sorry, I was just, you know, getting to know who I'll be working on." she said lamely.

Knock Out rolled his optics. "Right, of course you were. Well I'm sure that with what I've taught you, you're more than ready to start operating on him. Soon, you might be able to do repairs on every Vehicon that walks through the door."

Keira decided to ignore his gibe, fearing what he'll do if she said something snarky back. Instead, she decided to play safe and satisfy her curiosity by asking, "What happened to him exactly?"

Knock Out crossed his arms and leaned back on his console. "I wasn't here when the… incident happened. All I know is that he opened a space bridge, it worked and almost brought forth a whole army of reanimated Cybertronians. However, there was a huge explosion and the space bridge was destroyed just before they made it out. Starscream found our illustrious leader drifting in space in his current condition and brought him back."

Wait what?

"He survived an explosion? In space?" she asked disbelievingly.

She was surprised when he let out a sound that she thought was a chuckle. "It does seem a bit farfetched, doesn't it? But then again, the big M has survived far worse, or at least, that's what I've heard."

"And, you think that he can still be you know, fixed or whatever?"

Knock Out shrugged, checking Megatron's vitals on the monitor. "Maybe, maybe not. That's why we have to operate on him now don't we?"

As the doctor passed by her and made his way to Megatron, Keira followed, not sure herself if the Decepticon leader could be repaired. To her it seemed as if the tubes were the only things keeping him alive, as if by separating the connection of just one would end it all.

"Well then, now that we're done learning the basics, it's time for you to get some actual work done." Knock Out said, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Keira gulped. "You want me to work on him now?"

"I'll only let you examine him close-up; think of it as research. Besides, I wouldn't let you do anything that would cause permanent damage to him, Soundwave'll have my head."

Then Knock Out paused, as if he wasn't sure what to do next.

"What is it?" Keira asked.

"In order to examine him, you'll need to get a bit closer."

She shrugged, confused. "So? Why don't you carry me?"

"And touch you?! No, I don't think so."

"You expect me to climb up, then?" Keira looked for a way up, but the bed-rather berth- was too high and she doubted if Knock Out would let her climb up the console.

Thankfully Knock Out seemed to realize this too and, with a heavy sigh, he picked her up, holding her as far away form the rest of his body as possible.

She let out a small yelp when she was picked up but didn't say anything more. Then her teacher placed her to the right of the tube attached to Megatron's chest. She steadied herself, placing her hand on the tube for balance.

She felt herself move with the rise and fall of his chest as he cycled air. She was no doctor, but it seemed slow even for someone who wasn't human.

"Now then, as I've said before, you're here because I can't examine the extent of his injuries any further without causing more damage than necessary." Knock Out said.

Keira looked up at him and nodded. "Yeah, I'm here because I'm smaller than you, I get it."

He smirked. "Hmph, well, before you start, familiarize yourself. Get to know which injury is which." He sighed before continuing, "And for Primus' sake do not touch the big cable like things keeping him alive… that's the life support if you still don't-"

"I got it." she restrained herself from waving him off and saying anything further.

"Good, I'd hate to end this splendid partnership so soon. All right, if you don't have anymore questions, let's get started."

At some point while Keira was looking over Megatron's right arm, minding the fusion cannon, Knock Out had left the med bay saying that he had better things to do.

Keira realized it was nighttime and he probably had another street race to win.

And that was how she ended up alone with no one but the comatose Decepticon leader for company.

Her teacher hadn't left her much to do. All he said was, 'don't be stupid, don't leave the med bay and don't do anything that will make me cut you in half.'

Simple enough and easy to remember.

She had already seen much of his injuries by then, the scratches, the dents, and his armor wasn't as shiny as Knock Out's was; though she could still see her reflection; silly as it was, she took this time to check her hazelnut brown hair and tied it up into a ponytail.

Keira paused then, going over all her work, rather her 'research'. All that was left really was Megatron's faceplate and helm.

Knock Out didn't say I couldn't check the head, Keira mused as she climbed up from his right arm and up to his chest then she stopped just before his neck, not wanting to actually step all over his faceplate.

She sat down as she observed him, specifically all the scratches- scars probably – he had. Keira wondered where he got them from; he must've been in a lot of battles, or whatever they called it, to get all those.

Then she thought about his optics, if they were anything like Knock Out's, if they were the same shade of red or if they were a different color altogether.

All in all, she was curious, fascinated even, with him. She had been taken – kidnapped – by a sportscar that had probably been stalking her, just to fix him up.

"You must be a really awesome guy if they're going through all this trouble to get you back online." she said out loud, smiling. Can't people in comas sometimes hear others talking to them?

As expected, she didn't get a reply.

Instead, all she heard was the beeping of the machine next to him and the occasional hissing sounds coming from the life support system.

But for some reason, she continued talking anyway.

"So, I'm Keira, Keira Grayson. I'm here to fix you or else I think your doctor's going to dissect me or something." She knitted her eyebrows before adding, "then again, he's probably going to do that even if you're back on your feet...or whatever feet are called."

She shifted to sit more comfortably, she didn't think Knock Out would be coming back anytime soon. "And you're Megatron, apparently you're the leader of the Decepticons. Plus, you must be a total badass to survive that space bridge explosion."

Silence.

I'm bored, I can't help but talk to the only other person in the room, even if he can't say anything back.

Feeling a little awkward, she coughed. "You mind if I ask you a few questions? You don't have to answer them right away." she laughed. "Ok I'm sorry, I'm sorry. First question, were you anything before you became the Decepticon leader? Like, did you have a job or something?"

Keira let a few moments pass before speaking again. "Next, what about-"

"Are you actually talking to him?"

Keira jumped at the voice, turning around and seeing Knock Out smirking as he approached her.

The sportscar chuckled before he spoke. "May I ask why?"

"Why what?" she asked innocently.

"I have a buzzsaw remember?"

"…Ok, yeah I was talking to him. I got bored." she admitted.

Knock Out muttered 'fleshlings' under his breath before going to his monitor. Keira turned to face him. "Where'd you go anyway? Went off to find another street race?"

He kept his optics on the monitor in front of him. "Hmm, interesting, brain wave activity has spiked…"

Then he realized Keira had asked him a question and turned to her. "What? Oh, that's none of your business… Plus Starscream tracked me down when he checked the ground bridge logs."

Knock Out snapped his claws. "Which reminds me, the commander himself will be checking up on the patient soon. And I have one question for you, human." He took out some kind of tool before asking,

"How good are you at buffing?"

It was Kaon, and yet it wasn't.

Cybertron was restored, the Autobots were destroyed and yet, something was off. But what was it?

"Megatron, your reign of tyranny ends now."

The warlord shook his head, such questions could be answered later. For now…

"Why you continue to fight when your forces are defeated, I will never understand, Prime."

"One shall stand, and one shall fall."

Megatron took his blade out, and just as he expected, Prime fell quickly, while he came out with not even a single scratch on his armor.

He retracted his blade, and stared out at to take in his planet. And he grinned.

Everything is as it should be.

'Kei…ra Grrr…s…n'

Megatron raised an optic ridge. "What?"

'I'm…fix...something.'

The tyrant looked around, searching for the source of the voice. All he could tell was the voice was female. "Who are you?" he snarled.

'Kei…ra… fix…something. You're Me…gatron… badass.'

Megatron paused, taking the words in. It, rather she, had said 'fix'. Perhaps this was what would help him figure out what was off. That, and he wanted to find out what a badass was.

"Very well, I'll play along for now."

He swore he heard the voice laugh. 'Answer…questions. Anything before… Decepticon leader…?'

What was I before the Decepticons? "I was a gladiator, I've fought and won many battles while in the pits of Kaon."

'You must be a really awesome guy.'

Megatron smirked. "Anything else?"

'Space'

Space?

Then he froze. He remembered battling Prime, he remembered Prime was there to stop him from… something

Megatron growled, annoyed that he couldn't remember anything more. "What are you not telling me, voice?"

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry.'

He let out a long sigh. If he wanted answers, he would have to be patient with this… whatever she was.

"Megatron! I will not allow Cybertron to fall under your rule."

The Decepticon leader warmed up his fusion cannon. At least he would be kept entertained.

Author's Note: Yes, ok this idea actually came to me while I was a bit late while I was writing this so I basically had to change almost everything. It will make sense, you know, eventually. Anyways, leave a review and tell me what you think.