Burning Rubber
Transformers Fanfic (MxOFCxM)
A/N: Hey guys! No, I'm not dead even though I haven't been active for a while. Anyways, this will have mention of Mech and Mech pairing while I don't go into actual detail about their relationship if it's not your cup of tea, don't drink it. I'll drink it for you. My deepest apologies for having been inactive for so long. Lots of crap happened an all. Four failed adoptions and I got fired from my job. Life basically decided to throw me for a tail spin. But, I'm in an okay place now so onward! To the story! Enough with the blah blah crap. I will do my best to keep up with regular updates on this one as it is completely FINISHED!
The roar of engines echoed down the dark streets and one could practically taste the vicious excitement in the air. Especially seeing as it was an illegal drag racing competition and one that Ace had been coming to for the past four years.
No one had beaten her yet, for there were always a maybe, but looking at the competition, it would definitely not be today. Running her hands across the smooth steering wheel, Ace unconsciously crooned to her car, even if she knew it wasn't one of those nifty ass Transformers.
This car was still her baby and it was also her money maker and home, seeing as she had been homeless for the past two years, living out of her car.
Due to this, Ace traveled a lot and her car always drew appreciative glances, even from the law enforcement when they had a chance to admire it during the daylight.
She kept her tags blacked out when she raced so that they couldn't technically prove that it was her vehicle doing the racing and the deep purple of the car made it difficult to determine the actual color.
The light could hit it and it would look black, pass through a dim shadow and it could be dark blue or dark purple. Ace had worked damn hard on her car, every single piece of the car had been put together by her and slowly modified over the years.
Granted, Ace probably could have found a damn good paying job and gotten a house and settled into it but nothing beat the sound of her engine's roar.
The scream of tires on the pavement, the smell of burning rubber, and the rush of pure pleasure she got when she kicked her car into high gear.
No, she didn't think she would ever get a good paying job or even a house but there were plenty of places that she could shower at and she basically lived off fast food from her winnings.
Not that one could tell, with all the work and heavy lifting she did on her car she was quite toned for a twenty year old.
Keeping her eyes on the referee only, she ignored the taunts and cat calls, rolling up her window to reduce the drag.
These guys were new, a lot of them teenagers with rich parents but fuck, as long as the cops didn't scatter them early, she'd be able to get her winnings.
As the referee yelled for them to go, Ace's smile was manic as she stomped on the accelerator, her car gunning forwards with a ground shaking roar as she shot forwards.
Getting a feel of the road wasn't difficult, she would have to avoid a couple potholes but still, she'd raced on worse and she made sure not to lose her lead.
Nothing pissed her off more than a paid off referee, which was why she had taken to more aggressive means to stay so far ahead that no one could claim otherwise.
Not that she actively tried to harm the other drivers, she just made sure that there was no chance in hell that these little pansy ass boys would outgun her baby.
Within minutes, the race was over, seeing as Ace had crossed the finish line two minutes before everyone else and due to this, she merely took her winnings and drove off. She wasn't going to listen to people fawn over her car or try and offer her money for it, she didn't like anyone touching her car either.
So she merely avoided it, driving out further into the desert to count over her cash and keep a rather safe distance from civilization.
Spotting a boulder, Ace pulled up along side it, tucking her car into the place where it would provide the most shade when the sun came up before she began to count her winnings.
They hadn't skimped which was a shock but it would pay for her fuel costs, her food costs, and a new part that she had been wanting for her car for the past month.
It would also allow her to upgrade her mechanic kit that lay in the trunk of her car, granted the one she had now was far more professional than one could find even at a dealership. However, there were always better tools and better pieces to keep her car in top shape.
After relieving herself, Ace made sure to bury it with quite a bit of sand before she walked over to her car and stretched across the hood of it. Warmth from the engine coiled up around Ace, allowing her to stay quite comfortable even in the cool desert air as she looked up at the star-filled sky.
A sheen of metal caught her attention as the moon hit its zenith, as it always took her a while to come down from a race.
Curious, Ace sat up on the hood, trying to determine what it was by sight alone before sliding from the hood, the smooth metal feeling like a caress to her side before climbing in and turning on the lights.
A dusty and damaged Peterbilt shone in the light of her high beams before turning on her car and driving carefully in front of it.
Looking over the Peterbilt, she figured it would need a bit of work but otherwise, it was a damn beauty! Why anyone would leave such a vehicle out in the desert was beyond her seeing as she was twenty miles in.
Dread skittered up Ace's spine as the thought of the driver being dead inside crossed her mind but taking a breath she climbed onto the steps, knocking on the cab door.
"Hello? Anyone in there? Are you okay?"
Getting no answer after waiting for a few minutes, Ace gently tugged on the door that opened easily at her touch before she cautiously peeked inside, having grabbed her flashlight.
Sighing in relief at the empty cab, Ace looked over the near brand new interior, running her hand over the leather seat with an appreciative whistle.
"Damn, someone loved you big guy. Why'd they leave you out here in the desert?"
Trying to start the engine got a rumbled sputter but the electronics came on to reveal that this was one sophisticated big rig. It had to have cost someone hundreds of thousands of dollars and that insane bastard had left it out in the middle of the fucking desert.
A smile curved Ace's lips as she looked around the cab of the truck, her fingers gently tracing the roof and the inside of the cab,
"Oh well. Finders keepers I guess. I'll see if I can't get you fixed up in the morning big guy. Especially seeing as that tank of yours is showing full. Sweet dreams."
Patting the steering wheel carefully, Ace shut the big rig down completely, watching the electronics go dark before she gently closed the door and slid into her car, turning off the lights and rolling down the windows before she turned off her car.
Climbing into the back seat, Ace lay atop her sleeping bag, it was cool but it wasn't cold at least not yet and with the thoughts of how to repair the beautiful big rig in front of her dancing in her head, Ace slid into sleep.
Waking at dawn was an easy enough task especially seeing as the sun was so fucking bright, however she immediately got to work, blasting sand out of the workings of the big rig with a vacuum.
Whistling at the sight of that damn fine engine, Ace got to work, checking over for any damage, finding a bit deeper into the hood, she was actually able to get to work.