A brother and Sister made not by energon and Blood (Scar and Blurr)

To put it more simple then my summary this is the story on how Blurr and Scar meet and how they became brother and sister. Only own my OCS.

First Meetings- Tuesday 24th March 2054

He watched her. Her brown hair had come lose for the messy bun she had tied it in for the day. Her blue eyes reminded him of the commander. He rose on his axels, as she walked past him, talking on her phone to one of her cousins.

"Tina he is a jerk and I would never have him in my life, beside the is the fact that I want nothing to do with him," Scar said, in clear annoyance as she looked at the half destroyed car in front of her.

Her eyes narrowed as she listened to her cousin and she sighed in slight annoyance. Her body language showed that she was annoyed as she moved her bangs away from her eyes.

"Tina I have work to do," she then said, before ending the call. "She doesn't take no for an answer."

Blurr watched as she took some pictures of the damage to his door wings, rear and front bumpers and the half torn off pieces of metal that littered his protoform. Scar ran a figure across the ruined, hardly identifying left door wing as she tried to identify the colour of the paint job that she could only see slivers of.

"Scar that car is a piece of crap girl," a male voice said behind the fourteen year old. "What you plan to do with it?"

"Fix it up," she said. "My uncle and auntie agreed that if I show that I can fix a car by myself I can go to the American University in four years' time. I choose this car as I think there is more to it than meets the eye."

Blurr's hidden optics widened as he looked at her. There should be no why she can realise that there was another living thing that was in the garage in Detroit. Her father had explained that to him as he was also searching for the missing maintains crew that disappeared fifty stellar cycles ago in this sector.

"Scar I know that you love a challenge but are you sure?" the man asked again.

"Bobby I am pretty sure," she replied, her tone showing confident and a hint of a challenge. "Please I want to fix this car."

"Okay just let me know if you want any help chick," Bobby said as he turned away, ignoring her protests at him calling her chick. "That paint job seems to be cobalt blue or along those lines. What you going to do about it?"

"Come to that when I got to it," she replied, smiling. "Thanks Bobby."

Scar looked back at the vehicle and sighed as this project was going to take some time to do. The parts wouldn't be cheap and the build of the car showed that it was a sports car and they were more expensive than any other car that was in Detroit. She sighed, rubbing a hand across her face as she went to get her overalls, and remove the twisted metal so that she could figure out their weight and how big they were.

Blurr watched her, as she changed and he scanned the area as he checked for any intruders in the small garage she was in. The blue overalls she wore, hide the red demine shorts she was wearing due to the summer heat. She left her purple vest top showing as she went to open the red toolbox on the work bench that was to her left.

"Right that's see what is under this hood," she said as she opened his damaged driver side and popped the catch that would allow her to see the engine fully in the half twisted hood.

The Futuristic Race Car watched her as she looked at the double high rise double pump engine that was located in his hood.

"Nice engine," she whispered. "This baby can go fast then. Hmm… but who would abandon a hot car like you I wonder?"

She gave a small laugh as she picked up a small crane that had chains at the tip that she placed around the engine and tightened the clamps so that she could lift it easier.

"I would be careful with that," an unknown voice said behind her.

Turning around Scar was met with an older teenager. His blue eye out did the shine in her own, and they seemed to glow as they looked at her. His un-kept blonde hair was swaying into his eyes as he tucked his hands into his jeans pockets. His jeans were light blue and had some black lines going down him. His leather jacket had a white vest top underneath that burgled out from the muscles of his chest and arms. Scar frowned, trying to stop her legs from turning into jelly as she looked at the person in front of her.

"What you mean by that?" she challenged. "You know something about this car I don't?"

"Yes I do believe that I know more about that vehicle behind you, miss," he replied back, calmly.

Scar narrowed her eyes at him in slight annoyance, before turning her back on him. Blurr smirked as his hologram went to rest on the work bench beside her tools.

"I think you need help with that," he stated as she turned to glare at him. "Heydon'tlookatmelikethat."

"Why you just speak like that?" she asked, titling her head a little. "You didn't do that before... what's your name?"

"Blurr or Brandon," he replied, shooting her a smile. "And what is your name young lady."

"Scar," she replied, "Why you here Brandon?"

"Just looking at that vehicle behind you," he replied back. "Nice car; where you get it from Scar?"

"The scrap yard was going to crush it for spare parts for something else until I saved it," she replied, as she tugged on one of the chains, not noticing the flash of pain that went across the boy's face behind her. "You gonna help or not?"

"Hmm I think this car needs saving from you," he half teased as he rested his hands over her own, and pulled them up. "May I?"

"You try anything than be warned," she threatened before she moved her hands and stepped away from him. "Go ahead then Brandon, show me what you got."

Blurr gave a smile as he removed his engine, as he deactivated some of his systems that were linked to his engine. He could feel Scar's eyes on him as she removed his door wing.

"Hey Scar who's your friend?" Bobby asked as he came to help the fourteen year old.

"This is Brandon and he is helping me with the car," Scar replied.

Bobby frowned as he analysed the autobot in front of him. Blurr watched him, looking for a threat that he might hold.

"I don't care if you try to burn down my garage but you hurt Scar and I and my buddies will hunt you down," Bobby threatened before he gave a smile. "Names Bobby ex coronel of the American army retried here and opened this garage which Scar and some of the lads hang out at."

"That's enough Bobby," Scar warned before Blurr talked.

"Pleasure to meet you sir," Blurr replied, seeing this man as his superior. "I won't harm Scar as her family are old friends of my brother."

Bobby gave a nod before he walked away into his office, giving Scar a looked before he disappeared.

"I'm guessing everyone is protective of you here," Blurr said as he removed his engine.

"I guess you can say that," Scar replied as she unscrewed some of the bolts that hold the door wing in place. "Who's your brother?"

"He was called Steven," Blurr replied. "He knew your mother I believe."

Scar gave a nod as she turned her head away from him, to hide the tears that had formed in her eyes. Blurr felt regret flow through his spark for reminding her of her mother. He had come to Earth when Scar was five and had seen the funeral before he was called back to Cybertron with Skyflight going with him.

"Sorry," Blurr said.

"It's okay Brandon I have to stop letting it bother me," Scar replied before she stood up and looked at the clock on the garage wall. "I think it's time for a break and for you to meet the rest of the lads. Mind you they are army officials or a couple of mates from school."

Blurr gave a nod before he followed her into the main area of the garage.