[Accidental video | Shockwave's lab.]

[deadlydoctor]

[There’s a surprised scream as Knock Out jolts awake and activates his communicator by accident. Shockwave’s next to him, with the cortical cable that he pulled out of Knock Out’s head in hand.

The medic stares at him, and it takes a lot of willpower to not just growl questions at his superior. For the last week he was home, dealing with Predacons, Cylas and zombie terrorcons. He’s a bit on the edge and very confused.]

We need to talk about your bedside manners. Where am I?

[The Decepticon Scientist retracts his hand, taking the time to coil up the device and set it on a tool table next to him. The room around him was mostly dark, but there were several lights focused on Knockout. Looks like he was on some sort of table..]

[Wait - table. A medical table, with a screen displaying the medic's vital stats right next to him. All normal.]

You are in my laboratory. You were brought here shortly after becoming unconscious.

[In Knock Out’s opinion, ‘he’ and ‘Shockwave’s laboratory table’ are two things that should never get mixed. He quickly gets out of the table and puts some distance between him and the bigger Con.]

Oh, that’s great really. Very sweet of you to do…[Knock Out stares warily at the lights and then back at Shockwave with a forced smile.]…Whatever you were trying to do, I think I will leave you alone now. I wouldn’t dare to disturb you while creating more Predacons and the like; I've had enough Eldritch Abominations for a life time. Now if you excuse me…

[He moves to leave and the video cuts to black.]

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[shutupndrive]

[Having the small little gestures returned and that addition of that caress to his door wings is nice. Nicer than Smokescreen was expecting given the usual nature of their relationship..thing...whatever this was.

His optics dim a bit with a worried sort of gleam, the Autobot pulling back just a bit so he can meet Knock Out's gaze.]

You mean Megatron by that, don't you?

[deadlydoctor]

[Ey, Knock Out can be nice if he tries. He needs to feel like trying, though, and he only feels like that around certain people. Smokes's one of them.

There's a nod and a frown now but not directed at the blue mech.]

I know how to deal with the Big Bad Boss, I've been doing that for a long time. We only need to be more careful from now and perhaps try top kill each other in front of him from time to time. Yelling at each other might do the trick too.

[Knock Out gives him a smirk. A serious mech he is not.]

[shutupndrive]

I'm willing to do whatever we have to if it keeps you from getting slagged by the maniac, cherrybomb.

[The last thing he wants is to see the other hurt. He already knows that Bulkhead isn't thrilled with him about this but, at this point? He doesn't care.

He's..far too fond of Knock Out to care. Not that he's going to admit that of course.

And after a quiet moment, a small smirk appears.]

As long as these mock fights can lead to something else, I'm totally in.

[deadlydoctor]

What a sweet, caring, partner I got me. How did that happen? I don't do sweet and caring.

[Partner. He hasn't used that word in some time. Knock Out keeps acting pretty casual about the whole thing but the word is now there.]

You know how fight usually go. We get all riled up and then we need to get rid of the extra energy. Somehow. [Knock Out headbutted the other teasingly as he said that last word. Now, give him a proper 'welcome home' greeting, Smokescreen.]

[shutupndrive]

[Partner huh?

An optic ridge arches a bit but he just grins, doorwings twitching as the other headbutts him playfully. His engine gives a rev in return and he draws the other closer, optics narrowing as his grin melts into a smirk.]

Is that so? Well, I'm liking the sound of this more and more, cherrybomb~

[And then he's kissing the red Cybertronian, arms sliding around him a bit more snug-like as his engine gives another purr.]

[deadlydoctor]

[If Smokescreen calls him on it Knock Out will act like he never said anything. It's a good thing that the Autobot says nothing.

Knock out kissed him back eagerly, his engine revving lowly in response to the other mech. It's been months. And some really busy and bad ones for him, at that.

He pulls away after a few seconds, his smile more genuine.] That is a proper welcome.