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WHO: Open to everyone if you want to interact with Knock Out but there's one private thread for Dead End and Rung
WHERE: The medbay, Solus Temple
WHEN: Anytime
WHAT: Knock Out's is working for once, if you ask him he will say its only to please his ~~sexy~~ lady FirstForged. He's checking on patients, treating your muse if he/she is the one injured, practicing an autopsy on one of the giant bugs (thanks Fracas for that).....the usual for a docbot.
WARNINGS: Snark, gossiping, sassy Cons at work...I will update if needed.

[The sooner he sets his own medbay the better, Knock Out thought, checking a datapad and looking around. However, Solus banned him from steali...borrowing the tools from the actual medbay, and he had to work there for the time being. There were way too many Autobots around for his own comfort. He would admit that not all of them were bad but trying to work with Ratchet being Ratchet was anything but easy. And watching Ambulon walk around with his paintjob falling apart made Knock Out's skin crawl. One day he will do something drastic about that. First Aid was easy to deal with, at least.

Knock Out was wondering why most of those tools had chew marks on them and made a mental now about asking ravage later. With his drill. The doctor sighed and moved on to the next patient.]

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Knock Out made himself busy until he was sure Dead End left Rung to go...somewhere, he was not sure where. Nor he knew if the other Con was going to get back anytime soon but he had to talk to Rung. He scared the acolytes away when they tried to check on the therapist because he didn't want anybody finding out what was going on between Rung and Dead End. The few people who knew, the better.

It's not like he cared. At all. He was looking after himself, as always. He just happen to find Rung easy to talk with, and Dead End fun to mock. That was all.

"They made quite the number on you, hm? You should be glad that you had such a great medic, I managed to save your arm." Always cheerful when he had to be, Knock Out moved close to Rung's berth.

Dead End had kissed him.

He really wasn't processing that well, his feelings all over the place about it, though he was mostly upset that the other wasn't there anymore, and he just..he just....

Primus why weren't things ever easy?

The sound of Knock Out's voice made Rung snap out of his thoughts, optics flickering as he focused on the medic, managing a small smile.

"Thank you for that, by the way. I appreciate everything you did for me," Rung said softly--sincerely, nodding to the other a bit since he was propped up some now.

"If you really appreciate it, then don't tell anybody." Knock Out enjoys being alive, you see, and fraternizing with Autobots is a NO NO for the Decepticons. Ask Dreadwing how that ended. "But by all means, keep praising my good work." Knock Out said in the end, softening the harsh tone of his first words.

"You still need to stay in the medbay for a few days, if not a whole week. Understood?" He had way too many experience dealing with stubborn mechs that leave before they were completely out of danger.

"I won't speak a word of it to anyone," Rung replied, his voice still laced with sincerity. While he himself didn't see the point in factions here in Haven, he respected that many others still held to those ideals and wasn't going to do something to put another in harm's way.

The therapist's expression fell a bit as he was instructed to stay in the med bay for much longer than he felt necessary, worried that he was just going to be taking up space and resources from others.

"I..are you certain that's necessary? I'll be alright back at my office--I mean, I do have a lot of work to do.." he murmured, also really needing some time to think about all of this stuff with Dead End.

"I figured you wouldn't, but better be safe than sorry." Rung seemed like a trustworthy mech, but Decepticon didn't trust anybody but themselves. Sometimes not even themselves. The medic could read defeated the expression in the other mech's face and almost sighed. It was common to go and try to get away from the medbay and its medics as soon as possible. Knock Out was used to it.

"Where's your office located? I guess I could make an exception. But under one condition..." Knock Out raised one clawed finger, making a point. "...you need a bodyguard. Someone who can look after you all day and who knows how to fight. I learned thanks to Squids that you have the bad habit of always getting almost killed." Knock Out smirks was a strange one. "I'll assign Dead End to your case."

"It's in Alpha Trion's quadrant, by the lake," he explained then paused as the medic mentioned one condition. "What--" Rung cut himself off as Knock Out when on and explained that the therapist needed a bodyguard, the smaller mech starting to shake his head because there was no way he wanted to burden someone else--

Only to freeze a bit as Dead End was mentioned.

His expression faltered before he could catch himself, a bit of a sad look there as his gaze fell to his hands and he began to wring them nervously.

"I'm..not..sure if that's a good idea."

"A nice place. And no 'but's', I'm the doctor here. " The Decepticon crossed his arms over his chest, studying the otehr mech's body language. He decided that it was better to go straight to the point.

"What happened between you two?"

Rung couldn't bring himself to look up at Knock Out, too upset with himself for the way he reacted towards Dead End, too upset with the fact that he hadn't tried to get the other to come back. He didn't want the other thinking he hadn't enjoyed it.

The entire thing had just been so unexpected was all..

"....He..kissed me," the therapist said softly, wringing his hands together again, a slight hitch to his voice.

Some other bot would have had pat Rung in the back and would have said some comforting words. That some other bot was not here and Knock Out was not very good at comforting. But he would be lying if he said that he didn't care at all about what was going on.

"Congratulations. I've heard those berths are perfect for ravishing each other. I can't tell you for sure, you will have to ask Wheeljack."

"I--that--I don't...he thinks..." Rung was flustered but he still managed to shake his head a bit, clenching his hands together tightly. "He thinks I'm upset with him, that I'm not happy with it. The only..thing about it that I'm not happy about is that he's my patient. I can't--this all..."

It was bad timing and an awkward situation, that was all.

"Why does he think that? You didn't kiss him back, I take it? You should have kissed him back." Knock Out said firmly, his tone not to be argued with.

He got into this mess as a joke, mostly Dead End's behavior amused him but now he was getting irritated at their absurdity. This is why he could never be a psychiatrist, ladies and gentlemen.

Rung frowned faintly, vents cycling heavily.

"I wanted to, trust me, I did. As much as I shouldn't let myself get attached to a patient, Dead End's--he's..." Different. Kind. A friend. Rung can't help but be drawn to him and just protect the other when he can. He finally glances up at Knock Out, noting the other's sort of..irritation?

Odd.

"He didn't give me a chance to explain myself though."

"Typical of Dead End to assume immediately that life hates him." Knock Out doesn't really know Dead End for long ibut he can already tell what sort of behaviors is typica when ii comes to the other Con.

"I am aware of how different he is, trust me." Knock Out huffed, not saying out loud that he was aware of Dead End particular diet but making it quite clear in his tone.

"All this has a really easy solution, just tell him that you can't be his therapist anymore, you are already compromised so just go on and tell him why."

"..He does have a bit of a dark outlook most of the time," Rung admitted quietly, not liking that fact but, well, it was the truth.

He's quiet as the other continues, what Knock Out saying something that the therapist himself had already considered. It was all just a matter of him getting up the nerve to do it and Dead End actually listening to everything he has to say before just assuming...

"I don't know if he'd listen to me right now," he murmured finally, looking back down at his hands. "He seemed rather upset--flustered--whatever you want to label it as."

"He is always upset. The more you wait, the worse it will get." Knock Out moves to check on Rung's shoulder. If he was there he might as well make himself look busy in case someone else decided to interrupt them and ask what where they talking about.

"Listen, you might get yourselves in a lot of trouble, if you decide to give this mess a try you need to be discrete about it." Again, it's not like he cares, okay? Decepticons are not allowed to care. He just doesn't want to have to clean the mess if someone kills you.

Flinching just a bit as Knock Out started to look his shoulder over, Rung sighed softly.

"I know, on both accounts. I wish more individuals here had the mindset I have but, unfortunately I'm just a bit too optimistic and hopeful I suppose," he admitted, well aware of his faults but that didn't stop him from hoping that maybe things would change.

Rung glanced at the other and his shoulder a bit, optics dim in a distant sort of way.

"...I don't Want anyone to do anything to him. That's my biggest fear."

"Mindsets are difficult to change, specially when someone's trying to kill you."

Knock Out ignored the flinch, he was used to that reaction. He was not a harsh medic, but mostly everyone thought he was and Knock Out liked that way, he had a reputation to maintain. Yet, he pressed down at the joins rather carefully, checking the cables underneath.

"No offense Rung but you look as easy to break as a chopstick and Dead End is a Decepticon. He knows how to fight. .

"Words are far more painful than physical harm," Rung said quietly, shaking his head a bit. "I can take the physical and verbal abuse, but I don't think Dead End could take the verbal. I have a feeling others will assume he's just using me and threaten him or, in general, just express their dislike of the relationship. I think that, in itself, may do more damage than anything else.

The red mech stopped and stared down at Rung, eyes flaring. Knock Out's usual demeanor, laid back and teasing, was completely gone. If Rung were paying attention he could have noticed the tension and anger rise in the air. There was a flash of red and white and the next second Knock Out's claws were closing around Rung's neck, not enough to cause high damage but enough to cut the energon flux, and enough to interfere with his vocalizer.

"Words are nothing, Rung. I know my kind, we don't take things lightly and we don't waste time or give second opportunities. Do you really want to know how painful is physical harm? If I decided to kill you know, who'd stop me? This is how Decepticons show dislike for a relationship because emotions are a weakness that should be eradicated. Tarn is from your world, you should know better."

Knock Out's voice was a low growl but he finally let Rung go, none too delicately.

Rung didn't even struggle. It wasn't the first time this had happened to him and while there was an initial flinch, he just stared at the other with the same dim optics. He understood where the other was coming from, he did, but as a therapist, he understood the other side as well.

The psychological damage that could be done to and individual.

When Knockout finally let go, Rung reached up to rub his throat, enter cycling quickly as the panick he'd learned so long ago to conceal eased and he looked at the medic, his own optics hardened a bit.

"I've had my head blown off. My arm taken off. My neck crushed by an angry patient. The list of injuries I've sustained in my line of work is immense so please don treat me like I have no idea what pain is," he said cooly, lowering his hand to rest it in his lap with its mate. "But in my line of work, you see what word can do. How much more damage they can cause. You tell Someone over and over that they're worthless and soon they start to believe it. You tell them that they're weak, then they are. A mind is just as easy to break as a body but harder to put back together. So while I see your point, doctor, please understand that there are more sides to causing someone pain and damaging them then what you can implement with your fists."

Knock Out had yet to make a sound. When Rung started to speak he went silent and then avoided his optics, staring down at his datapad as if to blame it for all that was wrong in the universe.

"Don't." He finally grated out, holding the datapat so tight that his claws were causing dents on metal of its back and the screen shattered. "I lived long enough under Megatron's command to know all the ways you can use to crush someone's self esteem." There was a brief, tense pause before the medic continued.

"My point still stands. Once you are dead and gone there's nothing that can be done, and then your partner has to live an eternity without you." Knock Out ended with a murmur, his right thumb brushing lightly over the cracked screen."

Interesting.

"And I've lived long enough to see horror after horror, Knockout," Rung murmured now, his anger easing away just a bit as his optics softened. "I can't even begin to fathom what your Version of Megatron does but I've seen first hand how the one from my universe operates and what he allows those in his command to do to bots."

Fortress Maximus. Springer. Twin Twist and Topspin. The list went on of the horrible things he'd seen in recently times alone.

"...Im sorry for your loss," the therapist added, vents cycling softly. Even if the medic didn say it directly about himself, it was obvious.

"You don't really want to know what he does. The only thing you need to know is that he is here."

To be honest, the Max-Overlord thing can't even be justified using Megatron. Overlord's cray cray and his mind's like a bag full of cats with rabies. And he enjoys it that way.

Knock Out looked up, staring warily at Rung, his usual determination held back.

Yeah, but it takes an equally crazy mofo to let individuls like that run free.

"...What was his name?" he asked, tilting his head slightly as he settled back on the berth. He wasn't sure how much the other would say, given his nature, but better to try and get him talking about it rather than trying to forget.

One should never let the memories of those they care about fade.

Megatron clearly is the worse papa ever, he can't control his kid's properly.

Knock out stared for a few more seconds and then...

...he hit Rung in the forehead with the datapad.

"The only doctor-patient relationship we are going to have here is the one with me as the doctor. Understood?" The carefree demeanor was back, and it could fool a less experienced. Probably not fool one that had psychology as his strong field, but this was how Knock Out coped with things.

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Let me know if this's okay, I would change it if not /o\

Tis fine with me!

Thanks hon ♥

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