Amnesiac (TFP X Cybertronian Reader)

    ~Time skip You're P.O.V~

  Waking up my helm spun. "Unn..." Where was I? What was this place? How had I gotten here?

  My systems came back online making me jump up from the berth I was laying on. Transforming I held my plasma guns out at the ready but... I was alone. Blinking my optics clear of the bright light stumbling back on the berth after an energon rush to the helm I felt sick. Shuttering my optics I... I tried to move again. Standing up on shaky but steadying peds pushing off the medical berth I was on I walked over to what seemed like a door.

   Becoming light helmed again I saw my energon supply was very low and my processor had emergency off lined to go into healing stasis. Something bad had happened but I didn't know what. I was forgetting something again. Feeling dizzy once more I leaned against a wall for support trying to get over the sudden nausea hitting me from all sides. Slowing down observing my surroundings I noticed tools everywhere with dried energon scattered here and there.

  This had to be a medic room... or a torture chamber. Either way I wanted out. NOW. 

 Hearing a click from the door I was walking too I stared as it opened seeing a mech walk in the med-bay/torture chamber. He was busy looking at a data pad and hadn't seen me making me freeze.

    "Alright the bot should still be in stasis... Comm you right back." He said before looking up locking optics with me. I did the only thing I could think of. I tackled him.

  ... I may of panicked.

   "What the?! Watch the paint!" The mech screamed thrashing violently under me. Keeping them pinned I tightened my grip.

   "Who are you?! Where am I?!" I demanded pointing my blaster at his facial plate as my spark pulse increased.

   "Okay. Woah. Woah. Doll calm down! I'm sorry. I'm sorry! Don't shoot! Look You woke up, you're in a new place. You're confused. Just please... calm down. Deep intake." Narrowing my optics I paused. Fine. Taking his advice I lett out a deep intake.

   "Okay fine. Calm. Where am I?" I demanded pointing my blaster back at his helm.

    "The Nemesis. You're safe doll. I'm Knockout." Stuttering my optics I looked over the mech beneath me. Knockout...?

  "Like what you see?" He mocked wiggling his optic ridges.

   "Knockout...?" I asked. That designation sounded oddly familiar on my glossa. I... I knew this mech. But he didn't seem to have any memory of me. Odd.

   "Don't wear the designation out. What's yours now that were answering each others questions." He asked red optics scanning my frame. I tilted my helm staring at him. Turning my blasters back to servos I shifted. 

   "I... I don't remember." I replied grip loosening as my optics became glossed over in old memories. What... what was my designation? Did I have one?

   "It'll come to ya doll. Now get off of me you're scratching my paint." He hissed. Getting off him he got up and brushed himself off. Extending a servo to me he tilted his helm towards the door. "Come on someone important wants to see you." He said compelling me to take his servo and follow him.

  ~Time skip~

  Walking down the halls of the Nemesis with Knockout he brought up idle chatter as I nodded not really listening. My processor ached as memories resurfaced images flashing across my optics but I was happy to start remembering things again. Even if it shocked me a little.

   "Ugh..." Suddenly stopping holding my helm I groaned loudly. My digits barley traced over small dents as I leaned against a wall feeling overwhelmed. Taking in some deep intakes I did what I could to cool down my systems. 

   "Are you okay? What's wrong?" Knockout stopped his chatter as he looked back at me, concern in his bright red optics. He crouched down touching my helm before feeling my pulse. "Your burning up." He observes. 

   "Yeah. Yeah it's fine. I'm fine just... just..." More flashes this time the sound of loud tires screeching bounced in my audio receptors like an old distant echo. "Sorry." I mumbled. He shook his helm.

   "It's fine. You're helms still healing. You're memory core is adjusting." Grabbing my arm he gently helped me back up. "Maybe I missed something in your scan. Do you want me to inform Megatron? Maybe we should go back and you should rest more." He suggests worried. More flashes, sounds, memories. They were stronger. More intense this time.

   'Knockout you won! You won!' A what sounded like a younger me shouted.

   'All thanks to you sweet spark give you're best bot a hug!' He yelled back squeezing me as he spun me.

   "... Knockout?" I murmured helm still spinning. Wait. I knew that designation. I knew Knockout! "Knockout?!" I suddenly asked looking up at the red mech optics wide.

   "Yes...?" He answered. "That's what I said my designation was." I hugged him tightly excited.

  "I remember! It's me (Y/N)!" He paused processing as he shuttered his optics.

   "(Y/N) but you off-lined... You're not dead? You're not dead!" Picking me up he spun me around laughing like he used to do at old races when he won.

   "It's so great to see you." I smiled looking up into his bright red optics. He smiled nuzzling into my neck cables chirping, beeping, and whirling. I laughed at the sensation smiling widely. It was Knockout!!!

   "Primus it's been so long." He muttered in my neck cables pulling away he suddenly pulled me close to his chest. "I thought I lost you..." He muttered tucking my helm under his chin.

  "I'm not going anywhere." I responded happily.

  'Knockout!' A loud voice yelled making me flinch. Who was that?

   "Frag..." Knockout cursed. Gripping your armour tightly he brought a lone digit to his audial. Clicking it he hummed.

   'Where are you and the bot?' I heard a mumbled voice on the other side of the line.

   "Just some last cycle adjustments." Knockout paused. "... Were on our way." He responded closing off the communication. 

   "Who was that?" I asked tilted my helm in curiousity. 

  "My boss. Come on he wants to meet you." Nodding I followed after him the air around us suddenly awkward and stressed before we locked optics and burst out laughing walking into a large room.

   Megatron's P.O.V

  They should have been here minutes ago. Huffing out a sign of irritation I commed him. After giving my orders I clicked my digits against my throne room chair in a bored matter. I had waited centuries I could wait a few more minutes. 

  Finally the door opened and there stood Knockout and the bot. (Y/N). I had missed them so much, would they remember me? It had been so long. The two walked in calmly both laughing. Annoyed I coughed loudly. They both stopped laughing the bot smiling widely as Knockout frowned. They looked up at me locking optics before their own widened. Did they...?

   I felt strong arms wrap around me.

   "M-megatronus...?" They barley whispered holding tight. I hugged them back their helm only coming up to my decepticon symbol. "You're online?" They whispered. "I thought..." They trailed off softly. I felt their frame shake against mine making my spark twitch. No don't cry. Holding them close I rub their spinal strut softly.

   "I'm still here. I'll always be here." I whispered to them stroking their helm. They, they... They did remember me. 

   "What about the others? Are they still...?" They asked afraid their helm resting against my chest making my spark thrum. "We've lost many but many more sparks still pulse." I said softly petting their helm. They nodded pulling away and I immediately missed the warmth that radiated off their frame.

   "So our Koan gladiator returns?" I asked joking. They looked up at me eye ridges scruntching up.

  "Gladiator...?" They asked.