"Please, can't I just do something nice for my new teammate?"

Knockout's voice was soothing and almost mockingly pleading. Having tried to take care of some minor injuries on you person without you asking for his help. The rest of team prime had, admittedly, accepted his presence in the base by now.

That doesn't mean you have to be happy a former enemy was waltzing around like he owned the place. He didn't even seem sorry for his actions, he just wanted to be on the "winning side" as he put it.

Now he was trying to put his grubby (but prestently clean) servos on you, when usually ratchet would be the one to patch you up.

"There isn't even a catch."