Epilogue

"It has come to my attention that your…activities have been detrimental to the morale of my troops."

Knock Out kept his optics on the floor of the bridge. If only to save his own plating, then yes, he could admit that perhaps he'd gone a bit overboard with the Vehicons-but now they knew better than to look at those videos of his Jack anymore.

'Damn cannon fodder should have kept their non-existent mouths shut.' Knock Out gripped. What was he supposed to do now? He had urges, violent and sexual, that had to be satisfied. At least until he could get the real Wheeljack to tear apart or have Jack back in his clutches.

"And," Knock Out shrank into himself, trying to look humble, "what punishment does my liege see fit to give me?"

Megatron glared down at him, and then he looked away in disgust. Being the only medic at least saved Knock Out from a beating. "You will desist torturing the drones. If you wish to have a plaything, then I suggest you find that pest." His optics darkened at the mention of Jack. "I have unfinished business with him as well."

Knock Out grounded his denta at the memory of Megatron's previous 'business' with Jack, but he made himself bow. "Of course. Though now that he has taken an alt-mode it would be more prudent to watch the skies. He very well wouldn't know about seeker habits, and is likelier to take flight because of his new instincts."

Megatron didn't reply, his gaze locked onto the screen of the ship. Without turning around, he said, "Dismissed."

Knock Out bowed once more and made a hasty exit less Megatron's mood take a turn for the worse. He kept his faceplate free of expression, but on the inside he couldn't help smiling. Thinking of Jack's new form made him…tingly.

'So many new places to touch.' Wings were very sensitive, and the added armour would give him new seams to play with. It was a pity though; Knock Out had liked the protoform look better. He glanced down at his servos; Jack still fit in his arms so perfectly though, his cries still such a beautiful sound to the audios, and his valve still so very tight.

Knock Out shuddered, lust crawling up his spinal strut. 'No, mustn't give in. Vehicons are off-limits.'

Well, that only gave him more motivation to have his Jack back. And once he did, he would make sure he'd never leave him again.

A/N: Brrr!

Okay, with that final bit of creepiness out of the way, I've finally got my thoughts in order for the next part of this 'series'. It's titled 'Fragments,' so be on the lookout if you're interested in reading it.