Stay With Me

(Have you ever wondered how Knock Out and Breakdown first met? Me too! Here’s my take on their first meeting.)

(Summary: When a beautiful red medic appears to help him, Breakdown thinks he must be too good to be true. He sincerely hopes he’s wrong.)

(Warnings: None)

(AO3)

“Come on, Doc, you have to help me!”

“I don’t have to do anything,” the doctor (whose name Breakdown failed to recall) replied with no small amount of disdain, “In case you hadn’t noticed, you’re not the only patient here!”

“But what if the Autobots attack again! I can’t fight with this busted hammer!”

“Not my problem!”

“Please, Doc, I-”

“Look around you!” the doctor waved a servo at their surroundings, “There’s plenty in far worse shape than you!”

Breakdown glared but didn’t reply. Obviously he knew there were others in worse shape than he was. In just a cursory glance of the medical area, he could see one mech missing an entire leg, while another clutched at a wound in his chest leaking energon all over the floor. The Autobot attack had been swift; the unsuspecting Deception forces hadn’t stood a chance.

A scowl twisted Breakdown’s face as he remembered getting backed into a corner and fighting for his life. Two Autobots had been on him. He’d swung his hammer, feeling a savage glee as it collided with one of his attacker’s legs, sending them crashing to the ground.

“Seaspray!” his companion had cried out. Breakdown laughed at the anguish in his voice.

“Long live the Decepticons!” he’d called, before lunging for his target. The Autobot - who Breakdown now remembered as a sturdy green mech with maces for weapons - had turned toward him, a steely glint in his blue optics. In hindsight, Breakdown knew he shouldn’t have assumed the fight would be won so easily.

The green Autobot had brought his mace up in one swift movement. It cracked against Breakdown’s hammer, causing the whole mech’s frame to vibrate from the impact. Breakdown had fallen back, his hammer slamming into the ground. He didn’t need to look to know it was broken. As the green Autobot gathered up his friend and retreated, Breakdown had cradled his hammer to him, shocked to see it had split apart horizontally. He’d hastily grabbed the chunk that had broken off and tried to shove them back together, knowing it was pointless.

Shortly after, his commander had declared the battle lost and the Decepticon forces had retreated. Breakdown hated retreating.

The doctor’s voice brought him back to reality, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, there are lives that need saving.”

“When can you get to me?” Breakdown asked desperately.

“When we feel like it, though seeing as how you’ve been nothing but a nuisance since you came here, I don’t imagine it will be anytime soon.”

Breakdown gritted his teeth, “You little-”

“Guards!”

Within moments, two hulking Decepticons had him by the arms, and before Breakdown could so much as protest, he was thrown unceremoniously out into the hallway. The chunk of hammer he’d been carrying with him thudded to the floor beside him and he hastened to scoop it up as the medical room doors slammed shut behind him.

“Hey!” Breakdown cried, “Open the door!”

He slammed a fist into it, but it wouldn’t budge. He pummeled it again and again until, with a final defeated sigh, he simply rested his processor against it and closed his optics.

“Rough day?”

#Transformers #Transformers Prime #TFP #Breakdown #Knock Out #KOBD