Street Racer Darling |:| Knockout X reader

Forever?

~Knockout's POV~ 

     It's been 4 days, and (Y/N) and I have done nothing but work. Me tending to Lord Megatron and other field duties, while she just works on cracking the codes. I don't talk to her, she doesn't talk to me, and we don't race anymore, though I do go out from time to time to just drive. It's nice not having her around, nagging me and insulting me like she does. One could say I'm being stubborn, but in all honestly, I'm just waiting for an apology. (Y/N) risked my life trying to get that stupid generator, and it really wasn't as important as she made it out to be. What's more is that I would have lived, most likely, but a human is so fragile, she wouldn't have lived through the crash. I was lucky enough to find traction when she rammed my gas peddle to the floor like a lunatic! 

     I will admit I do miss her from time to time, I refuse to give in when she herself is the reason for this silent battle between us. To be honest, I thought our little hint of a liking for each other would work out, but she's to focused on the adrenaline rush to care about the feelings of another apparently. So here I am, once again walking into a dead silent berthroom, a tiny shelf holding a tiny sleeping femme I thought I could love. Well, I thought correctly, but I also thought wrong. Who can love someone who only loves the adrenaline rush you can provide for them? 

         "Knockout," After four days, she finally speaks, well I'm not going to answer, "I know you're mad," No, I'm furious, "but give me a second chance. I promise to not put both of our lives in unnecessary danger." 

Something wasn't right. She might not have said anything for four days, but I know her voice, and it's not as metallic. 

     Taking away the covers of the tiny metal plate turned human bed, I found a recorder, (Y/N)'s voice coming straight from it. 

         "By now you have figured out this little deception, and know me well enough to know were to look next. I know you well too, so I know how much you like races, and your finish. Beat me there, and we'll talk faceplate to faceplate. See you there, Knockout." 

I wasn't going to back down from a challenge. 

     I found Soundwave at a computer, and a groundbridge disappear just as I walked in. Another appeared in front of me, and I leaped through it, seeing a lone car on the long stretch of highway once I was through. 

         "Don't test me femme." 

I transformed, driving after her. I knew where we were going. Where else would she go? I also knew of a shortcut through the sand and rocks. It might get my finish slightly nasty, but it would guarantee my win. 

     Soon I made it to the first place we met. It was empty. No race was being held here tonight, which I was glad of. Here I remembered, and here I waited, not having to wait long for (Y/N). She pulled up in a dark red 2003 Hennessey Dodge Viper Venom 650r, convertible, top up. I couldn't see inside, and waited longer for her to come out. Where she got the car was the least of my concerns right now, what I wanted was her to apologize, but she didn't come out. 

         "If you're not coming out then I'm leaving you here. The Decepticons will get along fine without you." 

I started to leave, but when I turned around, (Y/N)'s car started to transform. When I turned back around, I found a true Cybertronian femme in place of the Dodge. I assumed her to be an Autobot. 

         "Well, I guess you finally got what you wanted, what do you want for her safe return Bot?" 

         "Knockout, jumping to conclusions, but that's just another reason for me to love you, huh?"