Chapter 7

"Sir, we have been unable to locate Knockout."

"Then the most logical explanation for his disappearance would be that he is on this planet's surface, going for a drive."

Knockout onlined his optics, staring upward at his compartment's ceiling. As much as he wanted to, he refrained himself from getting off the hard floor, in case the vehicons or Shockwave heard him. He waited patiently for them to leave, lying uncomfortably on his back.

"It would be most logical for to begin your search for his life-signal."

"Yes sir!"

Knockout heard several pedefalls quicken and become fainter, but he did not hear the distinct heavy ones of a certain decepticon scientist. Knockout started to become nervous.

"Hmm..." The heavy pedefalls suddenly went near his secret place, making Knockout even more anxious. "I greatly question what has become of our medic. His disappearance is most... illogical." Knockout could hear the cybertronian cyclops wandering around and about the medical bay. "For a disappearance this long, his reason must be logical, or at least to him."

Eventually, the logic-obsessed seemed to bore of the bay, and slowly exited. Knockout finally relaxed, but waited a breem or two before he finally moved.

Scrap, how long had he been out for?

He got up slowly, joints creaking from being in an uncomfortable position for so long. Knockout stumbled over the console that displayed his secret camera's feed. Thankfully, everyone had left the area to look for him elsewhere. Knockout sighed. How would he explain to Lord Megatron where he had been? His brainstorming of excuses was soon interrupted by a muffled grunt from behind him.

The medic whipped around quickly, then realized he had forgotten about Breakdown. The mech was staring at him, with his good optic gleaming a venomous shade of violet, and his new optic glowing a brilliant sky-blue. Breakdown attempted to speak, but was unable to because of the mouthplate Knockout had secured to him.

The crimson mech cautiously approached Breakdown, feeling a mix of joy and fear. Breakdown stopped struggling against his restraints, and looked at the medic hopefully.

"Breakdown, is it really you?"

Unable to give a verbal response, the large white-and-blue mech nodded.

Knockout looked him in the optics, curious about their coloring. His replacement optic seemed to be working fine. and was the correct shade, but his normally golden optic was the color of a terracon's. The medic felt doubtful.

"Alright Breakdown, I'm going to remove your mouthplate, so don't you dare try to suck the energon out of me."

The medic walked over to Breakdown's head, and carefully removed the mouthplate. As soon as it came off, Knockout leaped back in fear.

Breakdown lifted his head, his terracon maw suddenly lashing out at the air before quickly transforming back into his normal glossa. Breakdown looked over at Knockout.

"Doc, I don't feel so good."

For the sake of the fic, Breakdown has retained the memories of when Silas controlled him and has corrupted/faulty memories of when he was a terracon.

Also a reminder that the origin of the idea of this fanfic can be found on my profile.