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[Open] The worst is over now...?

WHO: Smokescreen and whoever finds him
WHERE: Near the lake in Alpha Trion's quadrant
WHEN After the events with him and Bulkhead having to kill Optimus.
WHAT: A certain rookie is overcome with grief.
WARNINGS: N/A

Smokescreen had fled.

He probably should have stayed near Bulkhead, stayed with his teammate and helped him with..well..everything but the rookie couldn't handle it. Having to offline Optimus, having to be there when it happened, it wasn't something that sat well with him.

At all.

His spark felt heavy and his mind was a mess, the young Autobot not knowing what else to do but flee. So he did, making a break for the only place he really felt safe on this odd version of Cybertron: Alpha Trion's quadrant. For what seemed like forever he just drove, going in circles and just trying to forget everything that had gone on but things were never that easy. The death of someone he admired, looked up to..it wasn't something easy to just shake off, no matter what war had taught him and eventually he'd worn himself out to the point that he barely managed to transform, sinking down to sit by the edge of the lake.

Smokescreen's doorwings were heavy on his back, hanging almost completely limp as he drew his legs up and wrapped his arms around them tightly. It was childish--he was acting like a sparkling doing this but he just couldn't help it.

Primus did it hurt.

He felt like an absolutely failure, a disgrace to the Autobots because he hadn't been able to do anything to help. Their Prime had needed them--needed him--and in the end, Optimus had died because they couldn't help him. A large part of Smokescreen wished that it had been him, wished that he could have just traded places and been the one to die. Optimus Prime..he was everything to them. He was their hope for the future really and now he was gone.

A shudder coursed through him and Smokescreen dropped his head, optics offlining as he hugged his legs closer to his chest. The same word kept repeating itself over and over in his head, drowning him in the unanswered question...

Why?

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Knock Out was trying to find a way out. He spoke to a few mechs qhen he arrived and he didn't really enjoy the news they gave him. Monsters? Glyphless people going insane? People that should stay dead coming back to life? Hm, this was not a place where he wanted to be.

Sadly, there were really no space-bridges available, or ships to use to free the planet no matter how much he looked for them everywhere. Frustrated, he drove until he ended in Alpha Trion's quadrant.

...And then he saw the other bot. He couldn't help but notice how pathetic he looked too. It cheered Knock Out immensely. They had unfinished business and Knock Out was going to take the opportunity to show Smokescreen just how much he enjoyed being stuck on a wall and how grateful he was to him for that.

He was going to show him with his prod. He hold the staff and shot at the Autobot from his position a few feet away from him. Either Smokescreen will get hit or he'll fall into the lake. It would be fun no matter the result.

His sensors alerted him to the presence of another, the recognition hitting him immediately. Optics lighting up, Smokescreen knew he didn't have time to move so he didn't the only thing he could do.

He activated the phase shifter.

The shot went right through him, giving the young bot a chance to get up on his feet, forcing himself to steel himself, fists clenched as he glared at the cherry red Decepticon.

"What the slag do you want?" he hissed, really not in the mood for this crap right now.

Knock Out blinked and then huffed in frustration, matching the glare with one of his own.

"You still have THAT!?" It was so totally cheating. He had to get himself one of those, it looked really practical. Knock Out hold the prod with his right and leaned against it. His left hand moved to rest on his hips that were cocked to one side in a more relaxed posture. No point on shoot him again if he couldn't even touch the guy.

"I noticed you sulking like a little scraplet and I thought I could come to say hello."

"I'm not a scraplet, you slagger," Smokescreen snapped, keeping the phase shifter even if Knock Out had relaxed. Why would he trust the other? That would be, like, suicide or something.

Because this was a 'Con they were talking about.

"You've said hello. Now leave. Why are you even here anyway?"

"There, there..don't say bad words in front of your elders, kiddo." All things considered the Autobots wasn't much younger than him but Knock Out didn't really care about fact as much as he cared about getting under the other mech skin.

A con that Smokescreen wronged. He will retaliate when the time comes.

"The question of the century, I would like to know that too. I was on Earth, watching Megatron and Starscream gloat about Optimus Prime's defeat and then out of the blue I woke up here."

Smokescreen's optics narrowed some and he sneered a bit.

"Aging yourself? Fitting, I guess, considering you look like slag," he shot back, not really in the mood to be harassed by this particular 'Con at the moment. His glare intensified a bit as the other continued, the rookie's expression melting from anger to annoyance.

"I meant in Alpha Trion's quadrant, slagger. I figured you had the same story as most of us--the whole, ending up here out of the blue thing. You're tainting Alpha Trion's area though with your disgusting personality," Smokescreen said in a bit of a huff, visibly bristling in a way as his doorwings lifted some.

"That's the best thing you can come up with?" If Knock Out was irritated (And he was) he was not showing it in front of the kid. It was almost cute the way Smokescreen got so easily riled up.

"It's a new free Cybertron, isn't it? At least that's what I've been told. I can do whatever I want and I can go anywhere my spark desires." Even more so now that he knew his Megatron wasn't here. "But sorry, did I interrupt your crying? Don't tell me you are like that because of Prime."

"Oh you want me to keep going? Because I can," the younger shot back right away, trying not to bristle more but, oh, yep, he was. There was just something about Knock Out that just irritated every inch of him. ~~Even if the other was attractive.~~

His fists clenched before he could stop them and it was only the thought of someone seeing--someone like Alpha Trion for example--that kept him from lunging at the other bot.

"Go slag off! Excuse me if I actually care about my leader, you pathetic excuse for a drag racer!"

Knock Out's grin just increased, not really feeling threatened.

"I could make you squirm again, you know. I would do it with great pleasure." Not having the rest of the Cons in this worlds was both a nuisance and a blessing, but for now he tried not to care about it.

"What if I really care?"

"Go. Away," Smokescreen said sharply, his glare intensifying. Primus why wouldn't Knock Out just leave him alone??

Well, there was one way to solve that.

He turned and started to stalk away, the phase shifter still activated because he really didn't trust the other not to try something, though he knew he had to watch his time with it. (Didn't want to burn it out too quickly after all.) He didn't bother to give a response to what the cherry red bot said as he started to leave, not caring for the fake emotions of a Decepticon.

Oh no no no, Knock Out hated being ignored. How did Smokescreen dare to give him the cold shoulder? Smokescreen was an Autobot, but it was also someone Knock Out knew from his world, it was someone familiar and he was not going to let him go so easily.

The red mech change into his alt mode and speeded up, driving right through Smokescreen.

"I thought you had more bearings than that, sparklet. How dissapointing."

"Wha--HEY!"

Smokescreen stumbled back slightly, weirded out by having someone drive through him, especially someone like Knock Out. A scowl appeared as he stood his ground, fists clenched at his sides as he glared after the red sports car.

"I have plenty of bearings, slagger, you just aren't worth the time of day!" he snapped, deactivating the phase shifter finally as he turned and transformed, immediately speeding off in the opposite direction.

Slagging con.

Knock out chuckled and made a few sharp turns before stopping, for a moment just staring at the other bot driving away.

Then he sped up to keep pace with Smokescreen and rammed his side.

Of course the other was going to follow him. That was just his sort of luck wasn't it?

Smokescreen resisted the urge to rant and berate the 'Con, wishing for a second that he hadn't deactivated the phase shifter as Knock Out came up on his side and made to ram him. Not about to let the other best him like that, the rookie kicked it up a notch, shooting forward just enough so that only his back bumper was knocked--

And that was easy enough to correct as he zigzagged just a bit before he was off again, making a sharp, drifting turn to make a break for the temple.

Knock you didn't try to pursue him again after the bump. It was nice to know that he was still there, somewhere. The Decepticon knew way to well what brooding could do to a mech.

He would purse him some other day, it was no fun on pestering when the other only wanted to hide. Knock Out sped up and turned to the opposite direction, driving away.

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[Open] The worst is over now...?

I apologize in advance, but I had to

xD Yessssssssss

のωの ♥♥♥ Ain't you happy Smokescreen? He remembers you!

Oh yeah. Thrilled. B|

Knock Out can tell.

They'll get along so well. BD ......Except not. cx

Best friends forever, clearly >D

Oh yes. Totally. xD

Adorable

KO, I love you. xD

asdhgsjhdads dthanksss ·///·

C:

のωの ♥♥♥

/snickersnorts

♥ You secretly enjoy the company, Smokscreen. Deep Deep Deep deep down there.