Chapter 1

The sun was bright overhead. A shiny red racing car with a detailed paint job sped down the road at over 100 M.P.H. However, this was no ordinary car… this was Knock Out, Medic for the Decepticons. The engine purred as the Decepticon drove along. He was looking for any kind of release, being stuck on the Nemesis all day had just about made Knock Out's processor explode. Like always, the Decepticon took off without letting any of his comrades know. The vain vehicle 'Con wanted time to himself. He was itching for a race… or anything really to relieve himself of the boredom. "What does a 'Con have to do to get some entertainment around here?" He muttered to himself.

At that exact moment a two wheeler passed him. At first, Knock Out mistook the motorcycle for Arcee, but after closer inspection, saw that it wasn't the blue and pink Autobot. And Knock Out could tell that that was no holo projection on top of the bike. "Hmmmm… This just might be the entertainment I was looking for." Shifting gears, the 'Con sped after the motorcycle.

Looking into her side mirrors, a young woman spotted a really awesome sports car behind her. She remembered passing it as she drove down the road. Was this going to end up a race? The blood in the woman's veins pounded with excitement. Having recently moved here to Jasper, Nevada the woman was looking for something to do. Why she had moved here she had no idea. "Catch me if you can!" She shouted back at the car.

"Oh it is ON!" Knock Out responded with a purr. He floored it and he raced alongside the human and her bike. On second look the 'Con saw that the girl had tricked her bike out, obviously to make it go faster. A wild laugh escaped the woman as she twisted the throttle and zoomed away. Knock Out wasn't going to lose to a human. Activating his holo projection he rolled down the window, "Winner gets the spoils. If I win I get the bike. If you win… we get to have a little chat."

The woman grinned in her helmet. "Bring it on." The sports car was definitely a hot commodity and she definitely wanted to meet the driver if she won. However, she would be a little disappointed if she lost her bike. The woman had worked hard on it. "Say what is your name?" Knock Out asked.

Glancing over the woman responded. "Brittany. Brittany Sanderson. Afraid to lose to a girl?" Knock Out snorted. He wasn't afraid of anything and he put the pedal all the way to the floor and sped off again. Brittany was right after him. "See that up there?" She indicated a ridge just above them that they were heading to. "First one there is the winner." After that both human and 'Con were silent, focusing on their little race. Brittany wasn't going to lose to some hot shot boy just because he thought her bike was cool.

The turn was coming up and Knock Out prepared his signature move, gently nudge and win. Brittany noticed the change and put the break on really hard, causing Knock Out to lose control and spin. Brittany laughed and shot forward once more. She knew all the tricks. Knock Out was shocked. No one had ever done that before. Realizing that he was far behind he straightened up and sped forward once more. However, it was too late. Knock Out saw the girl get to the finish point and stop her bike. Taking off her helmet, Knock Out got to see her for the first time… and he felt… weird.

Brittany had long, raven black hair with bright blue eyes. She stared at Knock Out, "A deal is a deal. I win… are we going to meet or what?"

Knock Out hesitated. He hadn't actually intended for her to win. Not every human was all cozy with the thought that there were alien beings out there and at the sight of himself or Megatron or even Optimus Prime most people would panic. "Are you sure? If I show you, will you run?"

Brittany scoffed. "Oh please. I doubt there's anything that could scare me." She crossed her arms and tilted her body a certain way. By the All Spark! The human woman was turning him on! Knock Out hesitated for a moment more before shifting to his robot form. Looking down he saw a look of awe on the woman's face. "Y-you're not scared?"

"Why should I be?"

"I am from another planet. Usually people are terrified of my kind… good or evil." Knock Out eyed Brittany warily. Then she did something unexpected. The woman, with surprising agility, made her way up to his face. "Sorry. You give me a crick in my neck. My name is Brittany Sanderson. You are?"

Knock Out suddenly felt so vulnerable. A human who wasn't afraid of his kind? How would she feel if he told her the truth? "I am Knock Out, Medic to Lord Megatron, leader of the Decepticons."

Brittany tilted her head, "You mentioned good and evil amongst your kind. What side is the Decepticons?" Knock Out nearly blurted good, but he stopped himself. Why did he have the strange feeling he should tell her the truth? "The Decepticons are "evil."

"Ah. Well… no one's perfect."

Knock Out wheeled, "You're not fazed by this?"

"Why should I be? Ever since I was a little girl I always looked to the stars and wondered if there was other life out there besides us humans and if I would ever get the chance to see it before I died. I just never expected to see them before I hit thirty."

Knock Out was curious. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-six. Just turned it last month."

It was the beginning of June which made Brittany's birthday sometime in May. Knock Out definitely wanted to get to know this girl better. "I was wondering." He hesitated before continuing, "Would you be interested in going for a drive with me? Say… tomorrow night?"

Brittany's eyes lit up, "Sure! How about we meet here? This is a nice secluded area if you don't want to be found out. Are there others like you? I mean apart from this Megatron… Lord Megatron that is." Brittany blushed.

"Yes there are. The good Transformers are called Autobots. There are currently eight of them. Optimus Prime, the leader, Ratchet, the Medic, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Arcee, Smokescree, Wheeljack, and Ultra Magnus, the warriors."

Brittany climbed down and Knock Out transformed into a car again. Before he went anywhere though, he watched as Brittany fondly touched the paint job. She had not once scratched it and hadn't run away. "I have another question for you."

"Shoot."

"Will you tell anyone about our kind?"

Brittany looked away with a pained look and Knock Out quickly sputtered out, "I'm only asking because-"

"It's okay Knock Out. I grew up being bullied. I've always valued life and I knew that if I ever did meet aliens no one would believe me." She looked back at him, "If I did tell someone about you the only people who would most likely believe me one hundred percent were any government officials that knew about you."

"Ah. I am sorry about what you grew up with. I look forward to our drive tomorrow night." He purred to the girl. With a smile Brittany got on her bike and sped off, leaving her helmet behind. Knock Out tried to call out to her, but Brittany was now too far away. Oh well. Knock Out would bring it tomorrow night when they met again.