Random Transformers Scrap!

Work Day Au Part 1

This is another AU...kill me.

So, Knockout and Nightstreak are a modern couple, living together in a modern house. They both work, Nightstreak is a baker, Knockout is, surprise surprise, a doctor. They are only girlfriend/boyfriend, like always.

Quick thing: This is inspired by a short fluff story that someone made for me, along with a fanart piece. IM SO SORRY BUT I CANT FIND THE ORIGINAL NOR WHO IT WAS WHO WROTE IT IM SO SO SORRY IF YOU WROTE IT, AND YOU WILL RECOGNIZE IT, PM AND I WILL GIVE YOU PROPER CREDIT.

ITS SO CUTE EEEEE--

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Sighing, Nightstreak tightened her hold on the cold smooth door handle, pausing reluctantly. She most definitely didn't want to go in, not after the day she had. Rude customers, burnt cookies, exploding bread, were it not for the 15 minute break she gave herself, she would have driven herself to absolute and complete insanity. She was forced to close down early after an elderly women insisted she do so after experiencing her nearly breaking down and collapsing. Now she stood, bag in hand, soaking by the pouring rain, shivering against the blowing rain, eyes slipping closed. Holding her breath, she pulled open the door and slipped inside.

The air inside made the outside seem like Miami. It was practically the artic inside, no surprise there; after being crammed in the stuffy stressful surgery room all day, Knockout needed a breath. Most days she didn't mind at all. Today it drove her insane, and only made her shiver more. Closing the door behind her softly, mostly because it was so freaking quiet she didn't want to disturb the peace, she let her purse drop to the floor, not even bothering to hang it up on the hook that awaited the heavy bag only a few feet away, and slumped back against the wall, resting her head and closing her eyes. Nah, she wasn't in the mood of walking over there and lifting it up. To be honest, she wasn't in the mood for anything. Sighing rather loudly, she straightened herself up; slumping only made her feel glummy. Slowly, she trudged past the kitchen, ignoring her usual pit stop at the refrigerator, and into the living room.

The first thing she noticed was the tv, playing a nature documentary on butterflies in Costa Rica, the volume low enough so the narrator's voice was a slurred mess. The second thing she noticed was Knockout, asleep on the couch, propped up against one of the arms, head resting in the corner between the back cushion and the arm. And not even the most horrendous of days could have contained her smile as she looked at him. A magenta blanked covered him halfway, hardly adding any cover, and his mouth hung a splinter open. Her smile unfaltering, she sighed. He looked so warm, so soft. Lucky... She so envied how he could just come home after work, and relax all he could. She, however, still had to clean herself up; she still wore her pale blue dress, with a white apron, riddled with stains of chocolate brown, vanilla ivory, pastery cream, and the occaisional energon candy blue. Her hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail, waving down her back, completely and utterly soaked with rain, but also full of crumbs and globs of frosting, dusted with powdered sugar. She felt absolutely miserable, her back was killing her, as were her feet. Walking around in high-heeled calf-high boots wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing. She hadn't had a time to sit down all day, with so many orders, with constant mixing, whisking, baking, and decorating. She knew she had to wash up, but...the blanket... it looked so welcoming. No....she couldn't...she had obligations...but...now that she thought about it, she and Knockout hadn't had time to really be alone together. The previous night, she had pulled an allnighter working on a wedding cake, and Knockout got called in to the hospital. It was this exaustion that nearly caused her to collapse in that moment. Oh, she needed rest. And she could so easily slip in...

Sighing with a sleepy yawn, she shuffled and quietly crawled up onto the couch, sitting upright right next to him. Slowly, she leaned her head up against the side of his chest. He was immediately warm, and OH did it feel good. Inhaling his scent, she curled her legs up onto the couch and snuggled under the blanket as best she could without moving it. Sighing contently, she sunk into his soft jacket, letting her body melt into the softness. Slowly, as not to wake him, her arms slithered around him, and she hugged it like a toddler would do with it's favorite stuffed animal. She didn't care that the rough leather of her boots scraped against her skin, most likely making her bleed. She didn't care that her wet hair brought chills to her body. She didn't care that the coloring on her dress stained her skin. She didn't care that her lungs began to hurt, most likely from the seeming inevitable cold she was to catch from the rain. She was just too tired to care.

Now, as the Author, I'm gonna stop you right there, because there's something that needs to make itself known.

This entire time, Knockout was not asleep. No, he was very much awake. It was a simple plan on his part; pretend to be asleep and gain a hug from his girl. He thought it was foolproof, on his part.

Turns out he wasn't accounting for her curling up asleep right next to him.He had seen her expression when she had walked in, and had guessed from the beginning that she had had a rough day. Soaking wet, clearly frustrated, he thought just as much. A glob of frosting decorated the tip of her nose, and slowly, he wiped it away with the tip of his finger, smiling warmly. The way she clung onto his arm was adorable, like it was a big fluffy teddy bear. He didn't want to wake her, knowing how horrible her day must have been. But, his doctor instincts got the best of him.

"Nightstreak...cupcake, you can't sleep wet. It's not healthy." She shifted in her position, murmuring something too softly to be understood, but remained asleep. Sighing, he sat up straighter, so that her head fell down to his lap. She let out a groan, before looking up at him, half-aleep.

"Wuddoyouwant?" She muttered.

"You have to go take a bath. You're gonna catch a cold." She let out a sign of unwillingness and collapsed back down.

"Idonwanna." Rolling his eyes, Knockout picked up a strand of her hair, shocked at how wet it actually was, and dangled it over her nose, brushing it softly and watching as it wrinkled slightly. Then....

"Fine, fine, I'm up, I'm up." He dropped the strand as she finally hoisted herself up into a sitting position, legs still curled to the side of her. Upon seeing her face, Knockout pursed his lips.

"Your cheeks are red."

"Are the-ah--ah--achoo!" She sneezed, a dainty little sneeze, only confirming his suspicions.

"You're catching a cold." His doctor side took over. "Warm bath, now. Get these wet clothes off." He stood up, and she followed. He grabbed her shohulders, and directed her towards the bathroom. "Ill bring you towels and warm clothes, don't stay in for too long." Pursing her lips with annoyance, she went to close the door, but was stopped as Knockout stuck his arm out.

"i-I should probably stay in here, j-just to be able to check on you." Nightstreak raised an eyebrow.

"Fine, but when I say turn and close your eyes, YOU DO IT."

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Part 2 coming soon.