Title: Delusions
Summary: Knock Out refuses to accept that Breakdown is dead...
Warnings: Established character death, implied character death, mental instability, hints of necrophilia.
Author Notes: Dunno how much more I'm going to write for this, the inspiration for it has been lacking lately.

Finally finished polishing Breakdown, Knock Out smiled at the gleaming plating. "That's much better, Breakdown. You feel better too, don't you?" Putting the supplies away carefully, the medic then got up on the berth, sitting next to his assistant. "I miss the way you buff and polish me... But I can wait, we have to get you fully functioning again, dear Breakdown." He laid down, curling himself against the larger mech. "It might take a while, but we'll get everything fixed up." He moved Breakdown's arm, wrapping it around his waist, and couldn't stop the shudder than ran through his frame at the touch of cold metal. "Break?" He paused for a moment, then pressed himself against his partner's frame, shivering at the contact.

"We'll be alright, you'll be alright, everything's going to be fine." The mantra was repeated over and over again, until the metal warmed and the shivering stopped. "...I'm sorry Break, I'll fix this, it won't happen again, I promise. I'm not giving up on you, I swear." He nuzzled his partner's side. "I want to go driving with you once you're fully repaired. Just us, Break." He smiled softly, pressing a quick, chaste kiss against Breakdown's shoulder. "Not racing, just driving...just us, away from everyone else."