A/N: Some people have asked me why I haven't made any Knock Out themed earrings yet. Well, the reasoning is simple...

THERE AIN'T NOBODY THAT GOTS RED FRIGGIN BEADS WHERE I LIVE.

*Clears throat* So I have to browse online for beads that look like it would be sorta Knock Out-y. Unless some of you want to link me to something majestic. That would be swell.

I'msorryIfailatlife. ; n ;

And yes, now that the craft fair has been canceled on me, I will try to do daily updates. Don't panic if I don't update one day though.

A long I-dunno-how-many-words chapter because I forgot I was only supposed to type 100 words. Pure talent, people. It also happens to be the 150th chapter, so w00t.

Beta: The amazing Everon Prime! Whoisnowmyunofficialcousin. CHECK OUT HER STUFF.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Prime, just the random OCs and plot rainbows I barf out.

Chapter 150: Points for Effort?

Knock Out was quite proud of himself.

As a mech whose paint job was rather attention grabbing, he found that it was surprisingly easy to tip-toe his way through the Nevada country-side and into the open desert landscape that hosted the duo's mountain-turned-base. Granted, he had a run in with an old couple in an ancient pickup truck and he was pretty sure that they had called the local authorities, but he had otherwise gone unnoticed. It really shouldn't have been so easy, considering he was minding where he stepped so that he didn't get any icky organic substances on him, and he went the entire way with his arms stuck straight out in front of him while his servos were cupped around the unconscious human femme.

He was not going to bring up what had happened when he bumped into a tree that hosted a family of bats – all three hundred of them – and he was going to pretend that he didn't panic for fear of damage to his paint job as they took to the air around him.

No, the Decepticon Medic was just going to march his after-burners up the mountain and scare the living scrap metal out of his easy-to-panic-slow-to-settle-down partner.

Because it was so worth hearing him squeal like a femme.

"Primus, Knock Out... You gave me a spark attack!" Breakdown half-shouted as he regained his composure, clutching his chassis as he attempted to keep himself from going into full-blown panic mode. "And where's the... Uh, guest?"

Rolling his optics and walking around the bulky mech, Knock Out began to examine the newly renovated hideaway. "Oh please. As your Medic, I say you're fine." After a moment's pause, he added. "And Soundwave is behind you."

Chuckling to himself as Breakdown whipped around noisily in search of the silent Communications Officer that wasn't actually there, Knock Out absently prodded at the femme in his servos while his gaze wandered. When their ship had crash landed, it took them nearly two Earth solar cycles to clear out most of the rubble so that they could actually leave, but there had been piles of rocks that they had ignored in favor of exploring the new planet. Now, it appeared that those piles of rubble had actually been hammered out into a makeshift table surrounded by boulders that he assumed were meant to be seats. Humming his approval, he ignored the now ranting Breakdown as he eyed the polished ship before giving it a short nod and looked around to what else had been done.

At first, nothing else caught his optic until he looked up, performing a double-take of astonishment. What in the...?

On the ceiling of the cavern, the Decepticon insignia was painted in dark red paint.

Sloppily.

Five points for effort though.