AN: Wow. Two updates in as many days. I couldn't leave you guys hanging like that. Geez, for a Decepticon, I sure can act like an Autobot. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Autobot Base:

Knock Out's optics widened as Arcee pressed harder on his throat, actually penetrating the armor.

"How did you get in here?" Bulkhead demanded.

"What have you done with Ratchet?" Arcee pressed even harder, this time splitting the main fuel line lying just below the surface.

"Ease up and I'll tell you," Knock Out choked out through the raw energon leaking into his circuitry.

Arcee glanced at the other two, searching for denial or confirmation of his proposal. Bumblebee gave a slight nod, and Bulkhead narrowed his optics, but backed off. Arcee withdrew her blades, backing away from the medic.

"One: I think Ratchet and I got our GroundBridges confused," Knock Out's voice was broken and distorted because of the damage to his vocorder. "Two: I didn't do anything to him. We talked, that's all. And, also, I'm pretty sure he's having a worse time than me right now."

"You're saying Ratchet's on the Nemesis?" The femme looked more enraged than earlier. She knocked the medic to the ground, pinning him down with her blades once more. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now."

Knock Out tried to answer, but no sound came out.

"Arcee, you're crushing his vocorder," Bulkhead took a step closer.

"He's one of them," The blue Autobot didn't let up. "He's lying."

"Arcee, he's wounded," Bulkhead pressed. "You're going to kill him."

Bumblebee beeped quickly, repeating his comrade's warning more forcefully. He grabbed Arcee by the arm, restraining her from running the 'Decepticon' through.

Even though the weight on his throat had been lifted, Knock Out still couldn't speak. Only harsh, static-filled, groans escaped him. He used the wall to support himself as he clambered to his feet. As soon as he let go, he staggered to the ground again.

"Bulkhead, report." The screen across the room lit up.

"Optimus, I think you might want to come back to base now."

The Nemesis:

Ratchet was forced down on his knees before Megatron. The 'Leader of the Bucket-heads' as Knock Out had called him, looked rather annoyed at finding an Autobot on his warship.

"Ratchet, what a surprise."

"I wish I could say the same," the 'bot struggled to maintain his composure. Megatron was just too calm, too collected. Something wasn't right here.

"Soundwave, playback." Megatron turned to his communications officer.

Soundwave's screen flickered to life, the images showing something that no one should have known.

"Your 'fun' as you call it could've gotten you killed! What would I have done if you foolishly jumped into danger, and revealed your intentions to Megatron?"

"Find another double-agent."

Knock Out's sarcastic reply was cut off by the ending of the recording.

"How interesting to discover that a spy has been here almost the entire time, and I never knew. I am not pleased by this." Megatron turned back to face Ratchet once more. "Which is why I had Soundwave disrupt the GroundBridges, reversing the locations."

Ratchet stared in shock. If he was here, then Knock Out had to be at base. Not good. The others didn't know yet – he hadn't had a chance to tell them. And, even if Knock Out managed to let them know, there was almost no way they would believe him.

"Knock Out's an Autobot?" Breakdown sounded even more confused than usual. "But, that's not possible; he and I've known each other since the war started."

"Breakdown, if you've nothing useful to say, then I suggest you leave." Megatron gestured to the door, and Breakdown left.

"Now, where were we?"

Autobot Base:

They were talking. About him. More specifically, what to do with him.

"Prime, Knock Out is a Decepticon," The femme was clearly trying to convince Optimus Prime to 'get rid of him' as she'd so tactfully put it. "Why should we care?"

"He is injured and confused." Optimus dismissed her comment.

"Arcee, didn't you notice he never made one move for his weapons." Bulkhead wasn't exactly on Knock Out's side, but norwas he against him. "Not even when we attacked him."

Bumblebee chirped, casting a long look at the red medic. Pity flickered in the small mech's optics.

Knock Out glanced away. He didn't need pity – especially from another Autobot – he could fix himself, if only he had the right tools. Then he remembered the crushed medical kit he'd seen when he first found himself here. Leaning against the wall for support, he walked over and picked it up. Just his luck. All broken.

"What are you doing?" The Autobot behind him didn't sound hostile, just uncertain.

Knock Out whirled around to see Prime himself towering over him. He pointed to the tools, struggling to tell the huge 'bot what was wrong. He nearly choked on the energon that spilled out of the main fuel line. Clutching at the gash, he let go of the wall, sinking painfully to the ground.

"I understand." The Autobot leader helped the medic to his feet. "Bumblebee, fetch some of Ratchet's spare tools."

The scout hurried off, soon returning with a fully functional medical kit. He handed it to Optimus, who had steadied Knock Out while Bumblebee was gone.

"You can fix yourself, am I not correct?"

Knock Out nodded, wincing as a fresh wave of pain hit his processor. Optimus gave him the kit, keeping him from falling as he repaired himself.

Once he had finished, Knock Out tested his systems. They all worked fine now.

"So, why did you contact Ratchet?" Arcee sounded much more relaxed now.

"I-I needed his help." It wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't exactly the truth either.

"With what?"

"I don't think I can tell you."

Arcee was about to reply when the humans showed up.

"Um, what's a 'Con doing here?" Knock Out assumed the small voice belonged to the one called Miko.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Knock Out grumbled. Then he remembered one of the first things ratchet had told him about the Autobots' human friends: they were too curious for their own good. "GroundBridge mix-up."

"Cool!"

"Not cool," Said the youngest of the four – Raf, maybe. "If Knock Out's here, then Ratchet must be on the Decepticon warship."

That wasn't smart. Now that the attention was back to the matter of Ratchet's current location, the Autobots looked as angry as before.

"I suppose this isn't the best time to mention I'm one of you guys?"