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Revealed Family

(This guy but black hair and no facial hair :] )

~(Y/N)'s POV~

     I was talking to my Dad... I found it hard to believe. But here he is, and nothing like I'd thought he'd be.

         "Cybertronians call me a Cyber-organic." The black haired man explained, he was a complete copy of Roman, or rather, Roman was a complete copy of him, "Though, I wasn't a result of the pairing of a Cybertronian and a human," He continued, "I told your mom... and the woman I had fallen in love with, ended up being an allusion."

I couldn't help but feel an amount of sorrow for the man.

         "Then what are you the result of?"

         "Knockout!" I elbowed him in his side, "You don't just ASK that!"

Dad chuckled.

         "It's fine," he assured, "I knew one of you would ask that question, well, except Roman... I'm glad you found someone (Y/N)."

While it was obvious he was changing the subject, Dad had a smile on his face, and I couldn't help but smile back, wrapping an arm around Knockout's.

         "More like I found her, Mr. (L/N)."

I jabbed Knockout, knowing that in reality, I kinda saved him.

         "Please, call me Scythe."

         "Dad," Roman started, "I think it would be wise to tell them..."

The older man sighed, and I knew he was debating on whether he should tell me or not as he stood outside his truck. We hadn't  bothered to go inside, though it was a nice day anyways.

         "I'm the result of a Cybertronian experiment, an illegal one at that. It was before the war had started on Cybertron, when I was fully developed, still haven't changed much except for a few grey hairs," he chuckled, "The scientist had found an unknown organic substance, and decided to use it for his own gain, but, doing it illegally resulted in very few volunteers to donate the living metal needed, so he used his own. He used me as a sort of spy, since no one knew about me, and I was small enough to fit in just about any vent or crack, sometimes I'd hitch a ride on someone's pede, but he didn't anticipate my natural human morals to have been a dominant trait." A short silence ensued as my father remembered his past, "I was supposed to deliver infected energon to one of the Autobot bases on Cybertron. It was only a small case, but when it comes to the Cybonic plague, a little bit can go a long ways." He stated darkly.

I had heard of this, and many cases had been logged in the Decepticon database, including the original tests... it was horrifying, but exciting, especially watching some of the recorded tests.

         "I had time until phase 3 was going to be initiated, so I decided to poke around. I was about to go through with my mission, that is, until I saw a femme walk by, but it wasn't her that stopped me... It was the sparkling in her arms..." He stopped for a moment, looking down at his hands, I recognized the look, I looked at my own like that after Roman's death, "I had already infected an entire ship, but it was only Autobot soldiers... I couldn't bring myself to do it, so I went back to my creator and told him why. He tried to destroy me but I escaped, and ended up here."

         "Do you know who it was?" Knockout asked, "Your creator?"

         "Well, I honestly thought you would have guessed by now, but uh... Shockwave."

At this my jaw dropped.

~Knockout's POV~

     Well that explains a lot... Her expertise in mechanics, computers... and chemicals, though mainly when it comes to cleaning supplies. Also the natural recklessness, and her curiosity... Maybe I should start watching my back more often...