Street Racer Darling |:| Knockout X reader

Oh Sweet Baby Mine

(Warning... just... read at your own discretion.)

~3rd POV~

     Arcee carried the panicking femme, being careful not to bump her as she did her best to stay awake.

         "We have a problem!" she said hurriedly, placing her on a medical berth, "The Sparkling's coming!"

         "It's a full week early!" Raf noted as he ran to the railing.

         "NOTED!" Wildstryke hollered angrily and she began to hold her helm from a huge ache that pounded in her processor. She breathed deeply, her cooling fans working overtime in order to keep her cooled down enough. Her systems blared many alarms, causing this pain as the Sparkling demanded the freedom of life.

         "We need Ratchet and Knockout." Arcee stated, but no one could contact them, and they certainly weren't going to ask Wildstryke for his comm number! Rafael then ran to his computer, opening it to a well known program he had not used since Soundwave took the Autobot Medic. He sent one message.

         :Sparkling is early. Medical help needed.:

         "They're on their way." He stated, a groundbridge appearing not seconds later with both medics rushing in.

     Knockout ignored the crowd as he raced to the struggling femme, a worried smile plastered to his faceplate.

         "Hey, a little ambitious are we?"

         "Sh-shut-up you cherry," she managed to grumble.

Ratchet ordered everyone out, knowing for sure that there would be no Decepticon activity to monitor during his time out of their clutches. The old mech quickly began to find his tools, which had been scattered, much to his panic.

         "Kn-Knockout... I-I'm fading..."

         "No, no, come on stay with me."

         "There's most likely a large amount of pressure, we need to release it," Ratchet hollered, though there was really no need.

         "Are you asking me to do that?"

         "Who else has a medical degree here?!"

         "This isn't my job!" Knockout defended, "This is technically the opposite of my job!"

         "SHUT UP! Both of you! I'm sure it's just like torture Knockout."

They agreed to disagree, for Wildstryke's sake.

     They continued to make sure she stayed awake as complication after complication reared their ugly heads. Too much pressure, she's fading, panic, the Sparkling won't move, there's not enough energon, the anaesthetic has worn off, the pain has worsened. Her optics flickered, and Knockout prayed to Primus she would make it, always sending her an assuring look, which made her smile, though these smiles were short lived.

         "This might not be my field of expertise but I don't think this should be going so horribly." Knockout breathed, his optics flickering to her processor activity, which would fluctuate but it always came back. He was scared he might lose her.

         "Her processor is fragile," Ratchet stated the obvious, "What did you expect?"

         "I expected that she wouldn't be sparked!" Knockout shot back, earning a glare from the older medic.

     The two continued, trying to keep Wildstryke awake, a constant fear arising ever more as her processor activity dropped more frequently the closer they were to the Sparkling being released. More complications. The energon was almost depleted, her reserves were drained, she no longer held her optics open. How could she when the pain forced them closed, and fatigue a demon that seemed to be winning. Knockout began to panic, asking her to open her optics over and over. She needs to, she has to, for him, for the sparkling. Wildstryke gasped, her optics flickering back on and her vitals shot up as a sudden adrenaline rush went through her systems. Ratchet hurried Knockout to help him, and the two, together, were successful in one thing, but uncertainty gripped the both of them.

     The red medic looked to his sparkmate, who was just as still as the sparkling he held. Just as silent, as unresponsive. He looked to her processor activity, that slowly ebbed, but they were still there... she was like a flickering candle, one blow and it was over. He watched as her vitals went down, lower, lower. He could do nothing... The energon storage was depleted... He looked to the Sparkling in his arms, just as still as his Sparkmate. Just as silent, as unresponsive.

     Ratchet took the Sparkling, going to inspect why it was so quiet, and Knockout let him, staring at his sparkmate as she lay there, silent, unresponsive. He heard the typing of Ratchet's digits, the absence of the joyous cry of the newborn, and Wildstryke's shallow breathing. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't do anything but wait, and watch, and stare. He was silent as his hope steadily declined when Ratchet said nothing, setting the Sparkling's body in a small cradle he had made in preparation.

         "I'm sorry, Knockout."

Ratchet sighed, and placed a metal top over the born, but lifeless Sparkling, it's spark being far too weak to endure the stress of the outside world. It had been extinguished.

     Knockout, lost in his grief, raced out of the Autobot base in his alt., leaving the rest of the team in pure confusion as they looked on, and then back to the main hanger, where Ratchet re-closed the door, as to not raise panic in the others.

         "Do you think?..." Raf's unfinished question was left with no answer as the others feared the worst. Even Jack and Ultra Magnus began to worry, despite their well known hate for the femme that everyone feared to be offlined. Raf felt hot tears want to fall, and climbed on top of Ravage, running off to be alone so no one would see him cry. He'd already lost one mom, his real mom due to an accident when Jasper was evacuated, and cried in front of everyone... he didn't want to cry in front of them a second time, and for the same reason of losing a mother figure. Wildstryke comforted him then, she can't now... His family was threatened, and already hit.

     He slowed Ravage down, not really knowing where he was, but he didn't care. The boy began to cry on the Cybercat's back.

         "I'm losing my family Ravage..." he sniffed, "I'm losing my family..."

The dark grey creature hummed in concern, it's metallic ears swiveling back. He then clicked, and looked up. Raf followed his gaze, and saw the stars, untouched by artificial light. A groundbridged appeared, and the 13 year old looked to it, seeing the welcome sight of a friend, a worried friend. A silent friend. 

(Don't worry, there's more to come my readers! The race isn't over just yet.)