This chapter was a bit shorter. Sorry. But thank you for such lovely reviews!
When Silence Is Loudest chapter 4
Rooting around in Soundwave's head was in Knockout's Top 5 situations he never ever wants to find himself in.
Which sadly enough he found himself in. (another in this specific list was losing Breakdown. And dealing with his sire in one of his moods. He probably would've turned out much worse without the symbiot his carrier had. Primus he missed that bird-like creature. And Breakdown.)
Oh yeah. He's rooting around in Soundwave's head.
Primus!
He carefully held the needle-point almost pen-like tool with several buttons on the side in his hand while he hovered over the communication officer's bared processor, which he was able to keep his hand for shaking, and looked at a computer screen with codes rolling past quickly.
At least he came up with a decent enough excuse to have Megatron out of the med-bay.
No need for him to know this was the first time he's ever performed this surgery.
For a moment, Knockout paused, and imagined Breakdown was there.
"You can do it Doc!"
"Of course I can." He replied arrogantly.
"I know, but a little stoking of ego is perfectly fine."
Knockout half tensed up; and half relaxed.
But he was extremely glad he kept his hand from shaking.
The automobile enthusiast kept readjusting and lightly tapping different parts of the bared processor looking for the right code.
Before Soundwave he didn't even know this sort of loyalty existed. Sometimes Knockout couldn't help but wonder if some obsession was involved.
'Now is not the time for thinking about Soundwave's loyalty!' he chided himself mentally.
Really, it's a wonder he hasn't been scrapped yet at this rate.
By Cybertron his needle point tool almost slipped.
'Focus!'
He wouldn't want to accidently delete something else beside the code doesn't he?
"Aha!"
Finally, he found it.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Careful not to move his hand, he pressed the lowest button on the tool, and the code disappeared.
Then both his tool and hand slipped. The tool slipped to an area of the processor that deals with everything in there, and his hand accidently pressed the bottom button.
All the codes (and everything) flew past the screen until they were a red blur in front of the purple-pink screen as they disappeared as Knockout stared at them in despair.
Then all that was left was the screen.
"Oh, frag." Was all the CMO could say.