warning: I dont own anything! This is my sister's story, i just put her stuff on my account since we share one. ( we twins ;D ) Contains some yaoi later on. Each part is written to the point so that its not so long or too over descriptive or less descriptive( tell me if it is) DONT LIKE DONT READ! 8U

Chapter 1

"Seriously, Starscream, you need to take better care of yourself."A red medic 'con sighed. He was in a medical room argueing with the skinny Second-in Command, who was lying on a makeshift bed. Starscream had come in there an hour before, looking as if he had gotten pushed off a cliff or had been someone's punching bag.

"I am ok! How many times must I tell you? Your a great physician. I feel fine." Starscream insisted.

"I know that!" the medic hissed, referring to the 'great physician' part. " But you need to stop picking fights with Lord Megatron, Starscream."

"I'm no the one picking fights, Knockout. Megatron needs to just keep a cool helm instead of trying to release his pent-up engine heat on me." the skinny 'con growled.

"Still, try to be, eh, good from now on. I'm wasting my medicine on you. Not that it bothers me at all." Knockout added, hastily. Starscream just let out a disgruntaled growl.

"Suit yourself," he snarled, " I've got work to do." Starscream got off the bed painfully and limped out the doors, leaving a frustrated Knockout to gaze after him.

"That bot's got a malfunctioned CPU for a brain." said a voice.

"Everyone knows that." Knockout snorted. " But even so... Breakdown, do you mind if I ask a slightly small favor?"

" Go ahead." Breakdown formed from the shadows.

"See, it's like this..." Knockout began.

Knockout drove around silently, not showing a single expression, Breakdown beside him.

"Is this going to work?" Breakdown grunted. " Because if it doesn't, Megatron and Starscream will ruin your paint job yet again and rip out your optics." he complained, rubbing his face witha a hand sticking out from the trunk.

"Oh, quit whinning!" Knockout twitched his left mirror. " It will work." he insisted.

"Oook." Breakdown still wasn't convinced. Knockout rolled his optics and sighed with exasperation.

"What was the plan again?" Breakdown queried. " I just want to be sure."

Knockout gazed at him suspiciously. "We're supposed to go street racing WITHOUT Starscream's permission. Then, he is supposed to chase us in his anger. Then finally, Megatron should be watching to see that he can trust Strascream to set the 'cons in their place."

Breakdown cringed at the thought of Megatron being anywhere near him. " Ok. I just hope Megatron won't kill us for racing, regardless of what he saw Starscream do."

"PFFT." Knockout wanted to laugh but he kept his derma shut. " Oh, he wouldn't harm medics! Unless, he doesn't want what happened to him happen again with out my knowledge!" What 'happened' referred to when Megatron was hit with an illness that destroyed his mental state and caused him to roam around in his own mind, playing in his own dreams of destroying Optimus Prime. knockout had the antidote for this problem, except the Autobot, Bumblebee came and took the Antidote to Optimus, who was ill as well. He and Breakdown didn't have to fight for it back, for Bumblebee's mind was controlled by Megatron himself! Megatron had used BumbleBee as a servant to help Knockout get Megatrons CPU working again. It worked, after long hours of rebooting and recharging.

The bulky robot, Breakdown, sighed. " Riiiiiight."

" Breakdown, just trust me." Knockout pleaded.

Sighing, Breakdown shook his mirrors as if he was nodding his head. " Ok. I trust you."

Knockout smirked. " Street racing, here we come!"

"What nice cars!" a gothic male human smirked. "You here to race?"Neither Knockout nor Breakdown said a word, as not to give away that they were Sentian beings to a mere organic.

"Scared, eh?" The goth man took out a knuckle brace and scratched a deep cut through Knockout's finish. Knockout stared at the scratch through his mirror. The goth man sneered and got back in his truck.

"Hey, Knockout?" Breakdown whispered. " You ok?"

"Do I look ok?" Knockout hissed through his engines, making the organics near him jump back in surprise.

"Well,..."

"That fool! Scratch my finish would he?"Knockout fumed, interrupting Breakdown. Breakdown drove up beside Knockout.

"Don't worry, partner. We'll get him in the race." Breakdown replied calmly.

"Oh, we'll get him alright." Knockout growled.

Night was turning the earth dark as the race was about to start. Engines revved and bucked as their drivers held them steady until the light shown for the signal. The light blinked red. Then, with a loud" DING!" it turned green and the racers zoomed off, smoke flowing in their wake. Breakdown go ahead of Knockout taking the lead. Knockout stayed back until the goth organic flew past. With a flash of lights, Knockout caught up, bumping intot he rear of the truck. The man peered back and picked up the pace, moving ahead. Knockout sped up again and slammed into the flank of the truck, making it spin out and fly into a ditch. The organic crawled out of the overturned truck and moaned as he rubbed his head. from above, Knockout glowered down at the organic and his truck.

" You scratch me, I scratch you." Knockout's voice became deep and gruff as he snarled. He then turned and sped after Breakdown, unfortunately forgetting all about their plan.

Back at the base, Knockout stomped in angrily." Did you see what that organic did to my paint job?" He looked up to see Breakdown wide-opticed with dread.

"Knockout, the plan..." he choked out.

"What are you-" At that moment, realization hit him like a thunderclap. " Oh frag, I think we-"

"Where have you two been?" An angry shout snarled. With a inward groan, Knockout turned to face him. Breakdown let out a short " scrap" as Megatron followed behind Starscream.

"We were... street racing?" Breakdown whispered in a small voice.

"You were WHAT? Starscream yowled. " Are you insane? You have to ask for permission!"

"We were... trying to set something right." Knockout tried to explain.

Starscream took a few steps towards Knockout, stopping so close their dermas almost touched! " Do you know the penalty for disobeying me?" The skinny mech's voice purred.

" Well, you must understand," Knockout spoke fast and backed away as Starscream started walking towards him slowly again. " That organic ruined my paint job! And I'm not only an automobile, but also an automobile admirer!"

"Well, that organice isnt the only who is going to ruin your paint job!" Starscream took one hooked-clawed finger and moved it towards Knockout.

" Wait, that's not a joke!" Knockout spoke shakily. " Please, I won't do it again!"

" Too late!"

"NOOOOOOOOOO!"

Breakdown narrowed his yellow optics in pain as he watched Starscream tear at knockout's metal chasis.

Well thats the end of that chapter! pls R&R! also if there is something i need to improve on or if there is some advise you would like to give me, pls consider doing so, since this is my very first story ever on here.