Hello, everyone. I hope you're ok.
So, this story is being rewritten cuz I wanted to use it for a sort of saga I have in mind, but there were serious continuity issues between the original fanfic and the new ones (Pedestals and Hunters and Preys)...
I hope those who liked the previous fic would like this one.
Warning: English isn't my mother language, so there might be some grammar issues ahead. Hopefully not as many as there used to be...
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Transformers franchise, nor its characters. It is a registered trademark of Hasbro.
PROLOGUE
A red bot was lying on his back, looking at his cell's grey ceiling, wondering when the Council would finally decide to call him to court. He has been incarcerated for over a year, already! Sighing, he remembered when he told the 'Bots that he wanted to join them…
Not that he could blame them for having doubts about him; after all, they were sworn enemies for so long that anyone with brains would be suspicious about his sudden 'change of heart'. Those guys probably saw right through him, as soon as he stated that he was 'joining the winning team'. Therefore why they didn't say anything against that human girl delivering a right punch to his face… Even afterwards, when he helped capturing Starscream, they doubted his ulterior motives. "Speaking of, I wonder what happened to him", he thought, arching an optic-ridge. There hadn't been any news about the commander ever since Unicron's defeat; half the returning Autobot law enforcers were currently trying to track him down, surveilling every inch of land for miles around. And, still, nothing.
Not that he actually cared. It was merely a thought to keep himself amused in his isolation; a little perk he should thank for to Bumblebee. When he was incarcerated, the former scout vouched for him, asking that the red surgeon wasn't locked with the rest of the apprehended Decepticons. The medic had to admit it: the idea of sharing an enclosed room with a bunch of warrior-class bots who now knew of him as a traitor didn't, exactly, appalled him ―especially, since the news of him attempting to join the Autobots, plus fighting alongside them, ran faster than he estimated; at this point, everyone knew about it.
Sighing again, the red bot slipped his legs off the bunk and, sitting with his elbows on his tights, dedicated a lazy look at the guards who were passing by his cell, checking on the prisoners. Part of him was hoping for one of them to come with news about his trial; he was just so tired of this ridiculous situation already! But, then, as usually happened whenever he considered his chances of being released, the surgeon started wondering what would come next; because he was now rejected by both 'Cons and 'Bots. And there was no way for the Neutrals to take him in… He was, forever more, known as Megatron's medic. "So… I basically just threw my entire life away… Awesome" growled, dropping his head, resigned. "How the frag did I end here?" Knock Out had long ago accepted to have reached rock bottom; problem was that he couldn't find a way to climb back out…
Finally, the red medic stood up and gave a few steps to stretch his legs. The guards passed again; one was now holding a new prisoner, leading him towards his cell.
No news for him…
One of the returning officers turned to check on him. The medic, arms crossed and hip cocked to the side, simply dedicated him a nod and an arched eyebrow; not that he got any sort of response. The enforcer simply kept walking; he just made sure that he was still there.
"Nothing new yet?" A bot called from across the hallway between the rows of cells. Knock Out, in his stellar-cycle there, got to know the orange and dark grey mech was a medic too; and that, like himself, he asked to be allowed to leave the Decepticons and join the Autobots. Not a very chatty guy, but, given the circumstances…
"No. You?"
"What do you think?" retorted the other, chuckling bitterly.
The surgeon smirked and chuckled bitterly too. Yup. They were probably forgotten by now… The 'Bots had bigger issues to deal with at the moment. There were big chances for them to be dealing with the rebuilding of the planet… Their home…
Pursing his lips, suddenly remembering something, Knock Out placed a hand over his chest before glance towards the hallway. Nor the guards, nor the other medic were looking at him at the moment. Seeing that he wasn't being watched, the red medic turned his back to the cell's door, while opening his chest-plates.
Unknown to anybody, he did manage to smuggle something from Earth; just a little memento of the only good thing that happened to him on that pitiful excuse of a planet…
He gazed at his little souvenir with affection…
It was a small stuffed animal, shaped as a fox…
A child's toy…
Hope you like this retelling. Let me know, please.
See ya!