A/N: Hello everyone! First of all, I want to thank the Guest that left the note that subspaces aren't really like a trunk or hallow space, so I'll refrain from calling Knockout's chest compartment a subspace from now on haha. My Transformers knowledge is still growing as I'm still fairly new-ish to the fandom so if I make anymore mistakes like that please feel free to point them out. But anyways, thank you all for leaving so many nice comments/faves etc., it truly makes my day whenever I go and check my messages on this story. I appreciate every single one of you guys reading this, so thank you all so much! I also want to apologize that this chapter is so short compared to the last one, but I'm planning for the next chapter to be longer than this one if it all goes well. Anyways, I won't keep you guys any longer, please enjoy this chapter! :)

More than anything, Knockout wanted Kelsey out of his chest cavity as soon as possible. He couldn't even walk down the Nemesis hallways without squirming as Kelsey pressed her fleshy skin against his insides. She felt so soft and squishy against his interior and he had to force himself not to shudder as several Vehicon drones walked past him. A couple of them gave him a few odd looks, but luckily none of them pressed him for any questions. Shaking his head lightly Knockout forced himself to walk down the Nemesis hallways, trying his hardest not to shiver at Kelsey's touch.

It's okay, I'm nearly there, Knockout thought to himself, turning around a corner which lead to his private berth room. Almost there…

"Greetings, doctor."

Knockout nearly leaked transmission fluid as his optics fell on the giant mech that stood before him, blocking him from his berth room.

"L-Lord Megatron!" spluttered Knockout frantically.

The Decepticon leader eyed him suspiciously, his eyes were glowing a vibrant purple from the Dark Energon that coursed through his veins.

"Knockout, Starscream has been telling me that you haven't been…feeling like yourself lately."

Scrap! Curse that high heeled seeker! Knockout thought bitterly, biting his lip in frustration. Now Megatron himself was skeptical of him.

"I'm not sure what you mean, my liege," answered Knockout in a rather calm manner.

"Are you sure you aren't feeling…comfortable?" growled Megatron, his violet eyes pulsating.

"Me? Of course, never better! Oh, don't listen to Starscream my lord, you know what he's like." Knockout laughed nervously.

Megatron narrowed his optics at the cherry mech. "Are you certain about that, dear doctor?"

Knockout nodded. "Of course, my liege."

Megatron loomed over Knockout's frame, his sharp metallic teeth glinting in the artificial lighting as he leaned in closer to him. Knockout edged back slightly as the larger mech stared him down, almost as if he was analyzing his body language.

"You look tense," said Megatron. "Are you absolutely sure that nothing is wrong?"

"No, nothing wrong with me my lord," answered Knockout. "I think Starscream might have a few screws loose, though."

A small, twisted grin spread across Megatron's facial features at hearing Knockout's comment on Starscream.

"Very well, doctor." Megatron said before turning away, striding down the Nemesis hallways.

Knockout wasted no time in entering his private berth room. He practically leaped inside the room and let out a huge sigh of relief as soon as he was inside. Once the doors had been sealed shut, he gracefully sat down on his berth, running a clawed servo over his helm.

"They're going to find out that I have a human sooner or later," muttered Knockout. "I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up."

He opened up his chest cavity, relived to get the tiny human out that was nestled inside. Knockout was rather surprised, however, when he saw that his human passenger had fallen asleep inside his chest cavity. Kelsey was curled up inside his chassis, her legs were tucked in towards her chest, and she was sleeping peacefully as if she was blissfully unaware of what was going on around her. Knockout wasn't entirely sure how to react at first seeing as he had never had a human fall asleep inside him before.

That would explain why she stopped wriggling after a while, he thought silently to himself, staring at the sleeping human with interest.

I suppose it's time to wake her up, he reached in a clawed servo inside his compartment, his servo now hovering above Kelsey's sleeping frame.

What am I waiting for? Just grab her!

But for some strange reason Knockout didn't jostle Kelsey from her sleep. Instead his servo lightly brushed over her hair, her blonde-brown locks spilling over the floor of his chest cavity like honey. He had no idea why but he couldn't bring himself to grab Kelsey. Maybe it was because she looked so peaceful, or perhaps he had had enough of holding organics for one day, but he couldn't understand his own actions. Why didn't he just pick her up? It wasn't like he cared about how she felt or anything, right?

Why am I hesitating? What's wrong with me?

Shaking his helm, he very carefully scooped Kelsey's sleeping form into his servo and gently pulled her out. He cradled her in his arms as his chest cavity closed. Kelsey didn't awaken from all of the movement much to his surprise, instead she turned over onto her side so that she was facing Knockout's chassis. Knockout could feel his cooling fans overworking as he watched Kelsey snuggle into his arms. He had no idea why he was feeling like this, considering he found humans to be utterly repulsive in every single way. But there was something different about Kelsey. She wasn't like the other humans that he had met, in fact, he found her rather entertaining and nice to have around. He had even been shocked that she had offered to buff his finish earlier that day. Despite this, however, he still found her fleshy-ness to be rather disgusting as most Cybertronians did with humans in general. There wasn't much he could change about that. He was even surprised with himself that he was allowing her to sleep in the crook of his arm against his chassis with her skin brushing against his metal plating. Glancing around his berth room, he looked for a place where Kelsey could rest. Despite how large the berth room was in comparison to the small human, there wasn't really a suitable place for her to sleep. He knew that letting her sleep on his own berth was completely out of the question, he would most likely squash her in his recharge state and the last thing he wanted was to scrape a flattened human off his finish.

Eventually his optics rested on the berth where Breakdown used to recharge on and he felt his spark pang at the memory of his former partner. Knockout wanted more than anything to bring Breakdown back somehow, but he knew that was impossible. Breakdown had been slaughtered at the vile servos of the treacherous former Decepticon, Airachnid, a femme that he wouldn't hesitate to slice or blast open the next chance he saw her. Not only that, but Breakdown had been butchered by the hands of MECH to top it all off. Bringing his thoughts back to the present moment, his optics gazed down at the resting human cradled in his arms and then back to Breakdown's berth. He didn't exactly like the idea of an organic resting in Breakdown's berth when his feelings for Breakdown still clung to his processor, the emotions were still very raw. Scanning the rest of his room, he finally decided that Kelsey could rest on a bench that hung directly above his own berth so that way he would be able to keep an optic on her in case she planned on escaping. Knockout softly deposited Kelsey onto the bench and watched as she turned over in her sleep at the movement. This didn't appear to be enough to wake her up, however, as she continued to sleep blissfully. Knockout decided to take this as a good opportunity to recharge, as it was getting rather late, and as much as he enjoyed night time racing he felt like he needed a good recharge after what had happened today. Not only had he had a run in with the Autobots, but now both Starscream and Megatron were highly suspicious of him. He would have to hide Kelsey better from now on – the only safe place for her seemed to be inside his chest cavity, as much as Knockout hated it, it was the only place where Starscream wouldn't go poking around. His thoughts were suddenly disturbed when he heard Kelsey's teeth chattering from up on her bench. He quickly sat up and his optics scanned over her small frame. She was shivering, quite violently, and he remembered that humans weren't quite as resistant to the cold as Cybertronians were. Grumbling under his breath about how fragile humans were, his optics rested on the backpack that Kelsey had brought back with her. For some reason, Knockout decided to open it, very carefully so that his giant clawed fingers wouldn't cut the fabric of the bag, and he rustled around inside until he discovered a human sized woven cloth made out of soft fabric.

What do humans call these things again? Quilts? Wait, no, that's something else…I think they're called blankets. Humans need them for warmth and comfort.

Knockout draped the plush blanket over Kelsey's trembling body and gradually her shivering subsided. He also managed to find a pillow inside her backpack and propped it underneath her head. Once he was satisfied that Kelsey was fine, he shifted into a comfortable lying down position on his berth to begin his recharge state. Closing his optics, he slowly began to feel his body drift into recharge.