Torn Chapter 7

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Thank you to Princess of Dreams who keeps leaving such nice reviews! Please try out the story when life gives you robots and r&r for my friend! Has anyone realized that in the first or second chapter I said breakdown? That was a foreshadowing. :)

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I'm thinking that BreakDown will live but I am not certain.. ;)
KnockOut may have a bad history, but that does no mean he cannot become a good guy. I'm glad that you love my story!

If y'all want, I will write a chapter about what happens when two are bonded with more detail. Enjoy!

Outside the Base, Circuit Breaker's POV

"He loves me?" I shouted in my head.

I could see the longing in his optics. He wished for someone to hold, to love. I need to move on. Ohm was a long time ago though it only felt like months.

I lifted my gaze. Our face plates were just inches apart. He slowly leaned towards each other. His servo grasped mine. I leaned in just enough so our mouths were touching. We kissed for a half a klik before I jolted back.

It was all so awkward.

I ran inside and down the hall. I dashed through the main room, ignoring the strange looks I got. I quickly went into Ratchets room (since he still insisted on me staying in there) and face planted into my berth. I kissed a mech I'm not even in love with! Or am I? I was all confused. I had multiple emotions gushing all at once like a waterfall. Happiness, disappointment in myself, thrill, confusion, and sadness, all at once. It's a lot to handle. I heard the door to the room open. I did not look up as they walked over to me. I knew it is not Arcee, so who is it? I felt them sit down next to me.

"Circuit, are you alright?"

I heard Ratchets voice drift through my audio receptors.

"No," I said as I sat up. "I-I..."

I just broke down into tears. I seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Ratchet wrapped an arm around me and let me snuggle into his chasis. I could feel the steady, strong, and warm beat of his spark. It helped calm me down. I still felt confused when I pulled away from the hug but that was the only emotion.

"Thanks," I said.

"No problem," Ratchet said as he wiped the tears from my faceplates. "Do you want to talk?"

I took a deep breath. "I-I kissed KnockOut. I don't know why, I just did. I love him but I don't love him. I feel so confused. My life is so hectic now. I have my parents back, I lost someone I loved, two Decepticons joined the Autobots... I think I'm going crazy! Ugh! There I go ranting."

He listened intently throughout my rant.

"It's okay. Sometimes you need a rant. You're not going crazy I'm sure about that. It is a lot to take in at once. If you love someone, and they love you back, you should try your hardest. If KnockOut lays one servo on you without your permission, tell me and I will take care of him," he said gesturing to his collection on wrenches on the wall.

I laughed. "Ok. I feel a little better now. Thanks Hatchet. I have a question about bonding."

"Yes?"

"Why are they locked together for 13 joors?"

"It is a superstitious act. It is believed that being locked together will grant them a strong bond as there was 13 original Primes."

"That makes sense."

"Yes. I need to go back to the medbay. You should come too so I can check that dent."

"Please, can I skip one day?"

"Fine. Tomorrow I'll check it."

"Grrrr. Fine."

I watched Ratchet leave the room. I slumped back onto my berth. I laid there studying the ceiling. I heard some more footsteps come my way.

"What now Hatchet?"

"It's KnockOut."

I sat up so quickly I fell off of the berth. He dashed to my side and helped me up.

"You okay?"

"Yes," I said as I scooted away from him.

He sat down next to me, so I scooted even farther. He slid closer. I slid so far I fell off, again. I stayed in place and did not accept his waiting servo. KnockOut sat down on the floor across from me. I wrapped my arms around myself. He shifted his gaze towards me.

"Is your dent okay?"

I stared at him.

"I'm fine. Ratchet wants to check it every five minutes. He is letting me skip today but tomorrow he has to check it."

I turned my head away as he tensed.

"I, could check it, for you, if you want," he said hesitantly.

"No thank you." I shook my helm. It gave me a massive processor ache. I gently put a servo to my forehelm. KnockOut noticed my grimace.

"What's wrong?"

"Just a processor ache. Nothing to be concerned about."

"Are you sure?" He asked questioningly.

"Yes."

Never the less, KnockOut walked over to me and kneeled down. He carefully reached out to my helm. I sat still, unable move. Paralyzed like a snakes prey. He lightly touched it. I growled. He retracted his servos. KnockOut then slowly reached out again. He guided my helm to turn to the left. The red mech studied the dent. I felt the tingle the scan. I glared at him but he took no notice. He turned my helm towards him again as he put his servos on either side. I moved forward as he did the same. Our mouthplates just touched. I looked into his dark optics. I saw compassion and fire. I let myself melt into his arms.

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There will be some action soon. I promise!