This is the first of my Similarities verse fics. I don't own the Transfomers, or Jason. But I do own my OC's Alice and Shortfuse.

Jason walked out of his and his sister's house with a box full of who-knows-what. He walked up to the gray Datsun in the driveway and placed the box on the ground. He opened the box to reveal cleaning supplies. "Brace yourself Blue, this may be a little cold." he then tilted his head thoughtfully. "What am I saying? It will be cold."

The car jolted as the water hit it. "Not that I don't appreciate the wash, but does the water have to be so cold? And another thing..." Bluestreak rambled.

Jason tuned him out because he didn't have the heart to tell him to shut up, nor was he in the mood to deal with having a feeling he'd be given the kicked puppy look if he did. After the initial douse, Jason grabbed a bucket filled it , and then used heat vision to heat it up (making sure no one was looking before hand). He grabbed a sponge and the cleaning solution. He began scrubbing the dirt and grime off and the solution bubbled as it was lathered on. Jason used the warmed water to wash away the froth. He grabbed a spray bottle and a soft cloth next.

"You're going to clean my windows too?" Bluestreak asked.

"Yes, but first I'm gonna wax you with my new type that I just made." Jason could almost see the mech's apprehension, and Jason had a feeling he'd just figured out this was the reson for the wash. "Don't worry, the worst that could happen is that you get to shiny and blind everyone." Jason said airily.

"If you're sure." Bluestreak mumbled.

Jason merely smiled and sprayed the wax from a misty nozzle so it would cover more on the hood. He spread it around with the cloth and did the same with the rest of the car until it shined like a diamond. He put the wax away and pulled out the window solution. "You know." he started as he squirted the back windows first. "I think you may even make 'Streaker and Tracks jealous."

Bluestreak laughed. "That'll be the day."

Jason smiled as he finished with the windshield and patted the hood. "There, all nice and shiny."

"You did a great job Jason." The mech commented. "You won't get mad if I tell where I got the wash right? Because I don't want to pressure you if they come asking for a wash and-"

"It's okay Blue, I swear." Jason toke the box back inside and he came back out with his backpack. He got into the driver seat. "Now, can you take me to the go-cart track? I really have a need for speed which I can't unleash on the road." he snickered.

Jason got out of the car and slung his pack over his shoulder. "Thanks for the ride, Blue."

"Uh, go-carting is all you're gonna do, right?" Bluestreak asked cautiously.

Jason smiled innocently. "Maybe."

"Well, as long as that's all you're gonna be doing." Bluestreak left with a nervous laugh.

Jason watched him leave, his innocent smile turning into an evil smirk as he pulled his personal creation out of his pack. Reboot, a miniature transformer he had brought to life. He watched it change from a large remote-control to a green and yellow mech that came up to his shin. Jason bent down to be on better ground. "I'll run distraction, you spring a go-cart."

The tiny mech saluted. "Got it, Boss-man." he then scurried away.

Jason went up to the counter where a blonde girl was working. Once she saw Jason, she blushed. "So," he drawled. "How much for a lap?" the girl turned bright red, let out an "Eep!" and fainted. Jason snickered. She must've been thinking of something else. he thought and saw Rebbot with one of the go-carts.

"Got the cart!" he cheered.

Jason put on his orange tinted goggles and sat in the seat. "Good job Reboot, extra energon later."

Reboot nodded and transformed back into his remote mode. Jason put the remote into his bag and started up the cart. He grinned and drove off through the traffic, the sounds of curses and profanities were like music to his ears. He felt the wind rushing through his hair, and the familiar siren...siren? Jason snapped his head back and saw the familiar white and blue interceptor. How the hell did they know so fast?' It toke him a second. 'It don't believe it, Blue sold me out.

"Pull over Jason!" Came Streetwise's voice.

"Not a chance!" Jason yelled as he drove through a more narrow lane and through an alley. "Ha! Street can't get me now!"

"Forget about me?" A voice above said.

"Or me?" Came a voice in front.

Jason looked up and saw a helicopter, and in front was a motorcycle. He scowled as he put on the brakes. "Blades, Groove." he acknowledged and heard Streetwise pull up in the back. He then heard to more vehicles block him on either side. "Well, well. First Aid and Hot Spot, all the Protectobots to rally me up? I'm flattered."

"Jason, why do you keep doing this?" Hot Spot asked exasperated.

"Doing what?" Jason asked innocently.

"Stunts like this." Blades said shortly.

"You'd swear he was related to the Stunticons." Groove muttered.

Jason frowned. "You know, you all don't have to keep supervision on me when I leave the Ark or my house."

"Well, we wouldn't if you didn't do stunts that endangered the humans." First Aid said placatingly.

Jason's frown deepened. "I don't want to hurt the humans, but it's so much fun."

"Can't you find some way to...drive around aimlessly so you're not a danger to anyone?" Streetwise questioned.

Jason shook his head. "Can't you all just go back to your Protectobotting while I find some field or forest to drive this go-cart in?"

"Jason." Hot Spot's voice got stern. "Did you steal that go-cart?"

"No, Reboot did." Jason said.

"Jason..."

"Alright, alright." Jason said holding up his hands. "I did tell Reboot to "borrow" it so i could have some high traffic fun."

"How about a compromise?" Groove said calmly. "You return the go-cart, and I'll let you drive me around until you get bored."

Jason stared for a moment. "Fine." He started it back up and drove away, and he could've sworn he saw the flash of a silver car.