Okay, I have no idea where this came from. Just a really random thought I guess... So this is a really short story. I'm still learning how to write expressively.

And no, I am underage and do not know what it's like to take driving lessons.

I do not own Transformers. (sinks into depression)

Driving License

"This is illogical. Why do humans follow these ridiculous rules?"

For average humans, the driving lesson booklet may be common sense. Red means stop, green means go, etc. Seems perfectly normal for anyone on this planet taking driving lessons.

But these particular beings are not of Earth.

At the moment, Ironhide, the weapon specialist of the Autobots is in the rec room with his companions, Ratchet, Bumblebee and Jazz. It has been just over 2 months since the Mission City battle. It had been a tough time for the Autobots, searching for a suitable location for their new base and helping the US government to delete all traces of the battle on the World Wide Web. Now that things had finally settled down, the 4 alien soldiers were using their holoforms to read their 'collection of printed pieces of organic matter stuck together' or in Earthling terms, books. They were the typical kind of booklets given to driving students to study.

"Why do we even have to learn all these? We know how to drive!" Bumblebee groaned. His holoform, sitting on his shoulder, yawned.

"Hmph, we've been 'driving' way before these primitive apes even learnt to walk."

A wrench came flying through the air and hit Ironhide's metallic head with a 'CLANG!!'.

"Watch your words, you aft. If Optimus hears you insulting the local creatures again-"

"You'll be in trouble."

Everyone in the room jumped and quickly stood, saluting their superior, their holoforms following suit. There at the door was none other than Optimus Prime himself. He always displayed eternal calmness and hardly seemed to lose his temper, but deep down inside, Ironhide knew he was fuming. Great.

Optimus gave the Cybertronian version of a sigh. "Ironhide, I understand you are frustrated at what we are doing, but Defence Secretary Keller has already told us before that in order to be able to drive freely in this country, we need our own driving licenses. And there is only one way for us to get it: by taking this 'driving examination'."

Before Ironhide could protest, Prime glared hard at Ironhide, quickly silencing him.

"Anyway, everyone do study well. Our written test is in 3 days." A chorus of groans fill the room as Optimus slowly makes his way out of the rec room. "Oh, and our practical examination is next week." He continued, disappearing into the hallway.

"Well, that's not so bad, right dudes?" Bumblebee whispered something into Jazz's audios before Jazz said "WHAT!? What do you mean we can't drive ourselves??"

Ironhide grumbled, "Is Optimus even studying himself?"

=The End=

I might consider continuing, see if I can get actual information on how driving exams are actually conducted. Remember, I'm still a newbie at actual story-writing. So easy on the flames, if any. I have a fear of fire...