Disclaimer - I own none of the Transformers Prime/Beast Hunters characters. None of it! The only thing that's mine is my OC.
Summary: Hopefully you'll enjoy :). Set after Season 2s Darkest Hour. With the Autobots spread amongst the US, the Decepticons take it all too well and disperse out into earths other countries... What could go wrong?
Did I Ever Tell You The Story Of That Pretty Red Car Of Mine
Sulking out of the job centre once again, being told to wait countless amounts of months to get a reply from a manager or a company, only to say 'sorry we can't make room for your expertise' what a whole load of crap. The now hot English sun was beaming down, too bad I wasn't happy enough to enjoy it. When is it ever hot along here? I thought as I paced outside the city limits towards the sea-side, the only profession I had kept, was the fact I like cars. No. I love cars. But I wouldn't call theft of cars a profession, never been caught and managed to buy a small bungalow with a baron husk if a garage, I call it a garage its more like a warehouse, where I keep all the cars to be picked up by from the local gangs but before I sell 'em they're serviced, washed and took for a test drive. I love any type of cars, whether they were beefed up mustangs or a beauty of a sports car, they were lush. But next to none here, the UK, Great Britain, no half decent cars and only the people who could afford these flashy automobiles still couldn't afford to put the petrol or diesel in 'em.
"Lets see what we've got today then" I said aloud, not being the shady stealer but having cargo pants and a tank top on, my top half as going to burn and I could all most feel my skin pealing as the sun attacked my shoulders, better stand in the shade. Slouching down the wall and drifting off too sleep deliberately, the cameras didn't work and the traffic wardens could never be bothered to trek down that big bank, night time was my time. It must have been at least ten o'clock when I woke, the sea side got dark fast and the flickering lamps in their posts made me even happier to get to work. Not a soul was in sight, not even the dog walkers along the pier.
"Lets see what on the menu tonight" I stood up from my wall and started furthest first, VW polo, dashboard covered in paper and junk, wore down steering wheel and a child's seat in the back, "Not my type" wandering around to the next getting my magna light out.
"what we got here?" I whispered, a new 13 plated range rover, blacked out windows lovely thick wheels but a bad paint job "canny leather interior mate but not liking your paint" scanning around to see a Rolls Royce, beefed up and looking like it'd just got a wash.
"You owned by an old fart?" I said, shining my light into the car, white leather with wood, gleaming and with a box on the drivers seat "Or a spoilt brat looking to get a gal, nah you're a bait car" checking if my theory was right I checked the under carriage of the car, yep, correct again Taylor. It's not easy being a woman thief, I mean it's handy when your running away from male coppers but not when you get strip searched be 'em as my friend said, she wasn't subtle enough, that's why I sold my expertise to the highest bidder, never been caught and never planned to be. One more car a black vauxhall vectra, looks like my dads car, looking in and not seeing anything I like, I turn to walk back home and see a immaculate red looking sports car, no make badge, no number plate. Cop car? No they arn't as flashy nearly crapping myself thinking it was the cheese I slowly approached the car.
"You are a beauty, aren't you" I smirked, walking round it in disbelief I look at its back-end, slowly placing my hand on where a tailgate would be I walk while caressing the car and realised it'd been keyed. "Argh, mate man... What they done to you?" bending down to further inspect the cut, I can fix that. reaching for the door handle I pull expecting an alarm to go off, in this case I was not under any circumstances going to use my usual screwdriver to pry this baby open, squinting slightly in preparation for the alarm, the door just opened.
"I feel sorry for the guy who owns you mate" I looked in "Ah bollocks" I growled "left hand drive" going around the other side and sliding into the seat, gripping the wheel like this was my own car, stroking the dashboard and admiring the interior and looking onto the steering wheel to where I expected a jaguar sign or some other great make. Just a dodgy symbol, looked like a face of some sort but nah who cares.
"Don't think its right to be in love with a machine, but bud you are one beast of a mech" I smiled gripping the wheel hard "Lets see how fast you go" flooring the accelerator I shot out of the car park and got my phone out. Lets give Jacobs a bell.
"Jacobs! Mate! Your gonna be jelious of me. Ha ha" I was so happy about my accomplishment, I this was a bait car I don't care it goes fast! I pulled over as he spoke
"Why? You finally gonna not bottle a race" He replied
"Race?!" I exclaimed shifting in my seat, and I swear the engine roared on its own "Where and When, I'm gonna kick your arse mate" I got giddy
"Yeah Taylor, a race if you aint to chicken after your last crash?" I heard oooing, my last crash was further along the quayside please don't pick there "motorway near mine, ten minutes if you can make it, bye bye Taylor" I put the phone down.
"Right lets get gaan" I pulled away and blasted it towards Jacobs house, no doubt his mates had called theirs and it probably progressed into a official road race, these guys had so much authority they managed to shut the road. Pulling up near Jacobs lamborghini I put the window down and hang my arm out of it, looking at his pimped ride, LEDs and spinners what a waste of money. Not like me, if its fast it is, if its not its tuff.
"Finally you got a nice ride Taylor" Jacobs said "Sadie, if you please" Sadie Jacobs girlfriend who starts these races paced along, passed Jacobs and kissed him came over me and leaned in on the window.
"Nice to see you Cutter, too bad your car looks terrible" I heard a ear splitting screech as she walked away towards the middle of the road, looking out of the window realising the other side had been keyed, "What a..." I was drowned out by the car again growling with its fierce engine, It sounded pissed "What I would have done to stop her from doing that to you mate" I get called Cutter because Taylor is another way of spelling Tailor as in a person who cuts your hair, hence Cutter.
"Still talking to your cars Cutter?" That was Sean my old co-driver, tall red headed guy. "Apologies, I can't help you, it seems nice"
"That slag keyed my car! Im gonna run her over if she doesn't get out of the way quick enough, this guys pissed as well" I tapped the wheel becoming impatient.
"Guy? C'Mon Cutter its a car let it go, Its a race nothing more nothing less. No fate. No destiny. No guy. Good look anyways, its a partial drag but watch out for the sharp left turn at the top okay." Sean smiled and disappeared into the crowd. I was then joined by other gang members of who I know.
"Yareet like Cutta man" Jessmond "proppa belta yee got here like, argh man what a sickner it been keyed, how much he worth in dosh? and maybe yee as well" He shifted his cap
"Jessy! 'He' is not for sale, nor am I. If you's divent gaan Im'a run yous owa" The only to get through to them is if you speak in their dialect, lucky I was from around that area.
"Ah well, good luck Cutter mate" Jessy backed off as I put the window back up and now it was time to burn rubber
"Well mate, I promise you if we win this I'll fix your keyed metal, give you a wash, wax and even a shammy if your lucky" I promised as I stroked the dash.
"We're about to start the race of the century. In the souped-up lamb we have Jacobs!"the commentator exclaimed the whole crowd erupted in cheers and whistled as he revved his engine "And in the red we've got the returning Cutter!" I heard Sean and Jessy's crew cheer.
"That's reassuring" I sighed, but the engine of the red sports car loudened as if to cheer me up "Yeah I'm... We're in a race, and we're gonna win" I was confident and with my car seemingly enjoying its place on the track "So a boy racer?, lets do this."
"Right, ready your engines, I drop this you go!" Sadie shouted, she held a small handkerchief and waved it
"You ready to get beaten again Cutter!" Jacobs hollered in order to put me off, I ignored and kept my hand on the hand break ready to let rip on accelerator, Sadie dropped the cloth and we were away. Keeping the rev counter as high as it would go before I changed gear we were blasting along the road when Jacobs began to ram us. No you don't the steering wheel now had a mind of its own I was loosing speed.
"No, no, no, no, whats going on" I tried to turn the wheel but the car was not having it, I felt the seat belt tightening so that I had restricted movement in my arms, next thing I know, my vehicle pitted Jacobs lamborghini it spun several times before it landed wheels on the floor and the engine clicking. My seatbelt loosened as I regained control of the vehicle crossing the finish line in spectacular fashion, hand break turning and half spinning out of control. Taking my seatbelt off and hopping out of the car quickly.
"Sean!, look after my car!" Sprinting towards the wreckage I open the lambs door and checked if Jacobs was still alive, I got a pulse as he came around.
"You scraped my car, but that was revenge I'll accept that Cutter" he murmured and went to shake my hand, I took it and proceeded to help him out of his car.
"Do you want my maserati? Free of charge. Its your favorite colour" I joked
"Yeah I'll pick it up next week once I've got myself to the docs" He concluded, we shook hands once again as I wandered back towards my strange car, only to see Jessmond sitting in the drivers seat.
"Ya man get oot now!" I bellowed, grabbing Jessy by the collar I grab him and pull him out
"Easy Cutta like man, chill ya beans like" Jessy put his hands up "You did it, now yee gana gann yem"
"I" I argued and sat back in my seat and drove off back home, to my warehouse. Parking this beast of a car far from my other gems I get out and shut the door.
"Hey!" I kicked the front tire "You're not just a car I feel that, you didn't have to nearly kill him! Im going to fix you" I leaned backwards against my work bench "Who am I kidding I'm talking to a car, hell you cars look after me than any type of man ever could!" My stomach grumbled and I was hungry, thank god I had a fridge in the workshop, last nights ham salad yummy. Placing it on the bench I get the work on putting out my tools for tomorrows job, its like twelve now, go to bed now. Shaking awake and hearing sounds of clanging metal I slowly turn to see a metallic creature standing Upright.
"Well hello, Taylor" the thing vocalised, I couldn't stagger back anymore not even my mouth would gawk at the sight, "You do know how to drive... very well indeed" I spoke
"You..." Closing my eyes in disbelief I found my courage "You now my name, but I don't know yours?" I asked as I paced around this work of art, admiring 'his' curves and them nice eyes of his.
"Knock Out" he spoke, stoping as he seemed to be discontent
"Your metal, I know how you feel, look" I held my arms up towards the iron giant to show him my very old self harming scars, one long cut along my brachial artery along each arm. "Now that hurt" I smiled "So whats the grand story about your race" this Knock Out was happy to tell me the story of his great home, sounded nice apart from the fact they had abandoned it.
"Did I mention I'm a doctor" knock Out stylishly clenched his fist as I shuddered "Not particularly fond on doctors are we?" He walked over to the bombing chamber on the far side of the room and jolted when he saw the radiation sign.
"Don't put a bulb out, the uranium was cleared out of here years ago, please sit" I gestured. Man an alien. A hot alien. Red eyes and that symbol kept catching my eye. "So Knock Out what's that symbol mean? Tell me the truth because doctors always lie" He then went on about things called 'Autobots' and he belonged to a faction called 'Decepticons'.
"We take more... How you say... More rash actions" Knock Out still rubbed his keyed door... Arm
"You seem like a good baddie" I yawned "I'm going to do your make over now while I'm awake"
"I appreciate it but I must return to my ship" knock Out stood up
"No!, please. You kept your end of the bargain I'm going to keep mine, and if you're late take me with you and I'll have a chat with your superior" I went into my chest of draws and pulled out a contraption I made in electronics. "You either turn back into your car and I wash you or I use this then I wash you" I used a threatening tone
"Lord Megatron would crush you... What is that anyway?" Knock Out knelt down and beckoned for my mini EMP
"Don't touch that button on there, the blue one, it'll make it go off" I smiled and chucked my salad back into the fridge, got a jar out of blue liquid putting it behind my back
"A small EMP device powered by..." Knock Out looked at me
"This blue liquid, that's only one of a batch, got hundreds out back, they work wonders for disabling cop cars" I smiled once again as Knock Out looked shocked "You guys called it energon"
"Here catch" throwing the EMP I caught I perfectly with out it going off. putting things back in its places and conversing after I washed, waxed and shammied, I talked to Knock Out about the energon, it was like five in the morning but I was happy to help him.
"Will you come back for me Knock Out?" I asked climbing up onto the kiln, onto his arm and proceeding to his shoulder.
"Maybe... Like I said you do know how to handle a gear shift very well" Knock Out smirked, I laughed so hard "What's so funny?"
"That is very unsettling that your flirting with an alien" I leaned and kissed Knock Outs cold metal face and hopped back down onto the kiln, looking back up Knock Out looked distant.
"Knock Out? You Okay?" I stared up
"I must leave you, my dear Taylor... Soundwave open a bridge I'm coming home" He looked back at me and knelt down again as he extended his hand, I put my hand in his and smiled "Just remember, don't say anything. We'll meet again, we'll race together again"
"That your ride?" A green and blue swirling portal opened and Knock Out stood up and spoke up
"I'll miss you... My Taylor" That beautiful sporty car in my view then disappeared into that portal and poof he was gone, time too get some kip and wake up from this amazing dream.