Street Racer Darling |:| Knockout X reader

Problem? Naw, This is Fun and Games!

~Your POV~

     I was in my Cybertronian form, and couldn't see. Thankfully it was only Knockout covering my optics.

         "Come on, this is ridiculous," I said, "We need to get back!"

         "Just a little bit farther and we'll be there."

         "Yes but where is 'there' exactly? I hope you aren't planning something absolutely ridiculous, we both know how those plans turn out."

Knockout only chuckled, not removing his servos. It was awhile untl we stopped, and I could feel his unease. Another plan of his ruined, go figure.

         "Let's head back..."

         "Take your servos form my optics and then we'll go."

He did, and I saw the very Cybertronian we both loathed: Ratchet.

         "Huh, wonder what he's doing here."

Taking a step back, I hid behind a tree. Knockout wasn't getting the message, so I dragged him down next to me.

         "What are you doing?!" He whispered.

         "Going incognito, that's what."

     I made my way closer to the orange and white mech. He seemed to be talking to someone, but that said someone was hidden from my view. As I inched my way closer, I started to here the conversation rather clearly.

         "I just don't understand it Optimus. Our scanners picked up a distress signal right here."

         "Calm yourself Ratchet, we might be under surveilence."

         "If it was a trap wouldn't the Decepticons have ambushed us already?"

I wondered how I didn't see the big, red and blue Prime. Now he was like a burp in a symphony: overly obvious and hard to miss.

     I commed Soundwave, asking if any sort of distress signal had been put out to my coordinates, to which he gave a negative. That only meant one thing: M.E.C.H. Knockout explained the horrid human organization to me more than once, and how they would give anything to get their hands on one of his kind. I scanned the area for human lifeforms, and found nothing. I found this overly suspicious.

         "We must get out of here, Optimus, who knows whose watching..."

The medic's optics scanned over my hiding spot, but they didn't linger, so I assumed myself to be safe. Until Knockout scratched his own finish with a tree branch.

         "Primus not again!" He vented, giving away his relative location. Both Autobots came forward ever so slightly, Optimus' cannon's ready to fire. I saw the panic in Knockout's faceplate as I gave him a wink and a smirk. Soon I found myself stepping from the tree that gave me cover, revealing myself.

         "Who are you femme? And who do you ally with?" The old grump ordered. I didn't have a cybertronian name, and I haven't truly allied myself with the Decepticons, I just work with them.

         "I am nameless, and I'm neutral, though so far I've sided with the Decepticons. I could help both sides, but that depends on if you lower your cannons, and trust me."

         "It is hard to trust one of the opposite side." Ratchet glared.

         "Open your receptors genius! I said I'm neutral... You know what, you guys ain't even worth my time."