Street Racer Darling |:| Knockout X reader

Having fun with the Pharaohs

~Knockout's POV~

     I watched as (Y/N), well, Wildstryke, fell into recharge for the first time. Every once in awhile she would be startled by the lightning and thunder that sounded throughout the Nemesis, but she soon was recharging peacefully, curled up close to me as I stared. She looked so vulnerable, and fragile. So dainty and petite. Yet she could probably beat most of us on this ship, perhaps Megatron if she tried. She did nothing but astonish us all with what most assume to be bravery, though I know it to be a severe want. The want for adventure, that adrenaline rush she loves so much. The feeling of being free to do anything, and impervious to consequence. She makes the life of a Decepticon look like a piece of cake, yet so many suffer. How I wish Megatron hadn't ordered to go through the storm. He most likely is waiting right now, either for Wildstryke to announce her stay here, or, if he truly is that twisted, of which I have no doubt, for her to run to him like she did me, afraid and wanting comfort. Though I don't think he believes that she could be afraid of anything, so perhaps it was only a fleeting thought for him. Either way, it was cruel to trap her like this, not only on the Nemesis, but in her Cybertronian body. It still has the potential to harm her...

~(Y/N)'s POV~

     That night I experienced what it was like to sleep as a Cybertronian, or "recharge", as the Cybertronian term puts it. It's kind of like sleep, only... well... it's just different somehow. It can't quite be explained, it's something one has to experience to understand. But, odd mysteries aside, I could have cared less of what it felt like to sleep. It was when I woke up that I truly felt at peace.

     Onlining my optics, the first thing I saw was the cherry red finish of my Devil Car. He was holding me close to him as he recharged. I curled up into his chassis, smiling as I closed my optics again, wanting to recharge for just a bit longer. It felt as if we were one, or perhaps it was me still being sleepy, and my optics not quit focused as I tried to discern my red finish from his. Though at that moment I didn't really care. If we were truly destined to be one, then so be it, I wouldn't mind. As long as we were together forever, till death do us part. I started to wonder if Cybertronian marriages were anything like human ones, and if Knockout and I would last that long... Us being apart scared me... I don't know what I would do if our relationship suddenly fizzled out into nothingness... Or if someone else suddenly came into the picture...

     My waking nightmare disappeared as Knockout held me tighter. I looked up, seeing his bright red optics. He stared at me in concern.

         "Why are you crying?"

I hadn't even realized that I was, and wiped away energon tears.

         "Nothing," I coughed out, "Just... just a nightmare."

         "Mm, we should probably get up, and you need to change into your human form."

I snuggled into his chassis a bit more, "Can't we just stay like this for a little longer?"

Knockout chuckled, resting his helm on mine. I purred a bit when he said yes, and I stayed there, just listening to his spark-beat, the soft hum a lovely sound to my receptors.

     Of course, as much as I wanted to stay there forever, both of us had to get up. Me to change back to my human form, and him to get to work, what ever that was today. I waved goodbye as I trotted off to another room. I didn't think anything could ruin my day, until I ran into Megatron...

         "Oh, good morning." My smile had become forced now, and more formal.

         "Ah, Wildstryke, I had feared you took on that storm."