I don't own transformers, even though the characters in here are up for debate and aren't named. Just something that has been sitting and stewing in my head for a while. The ending is up to you.

Crash

Engines thrums, as I zoom down the stretch. Faster, faster, just a bit farther and I'll be fine.

I running low on energy, having been driving for the past half hour. Trying to call the others earlier proved futile. They must have somehow fritzed all the comm. link signals in the area. And now I'm running, driving as fast as my wheels can carry me. Just a bit farther. My team mates will be here soon.

There's damages to my back end, crashing hurts. They rammed me once or twice earlier, but I got past them. All my pistons and axles ache. There's too much strain. Got to keep going.

I zip down the wet road and try not to slide. This rain makes it hard to see. Rain in the day isn't fun. Rain at night is awful. I can barely glimpse a few feet beyond my headlights. It doesn't help that one of them is partially shattered and only at half strength. Are they really still chasing me in this storm?

Motors behind me answers my unspoken question. I pour out a bit more speed to keep the distance between us from disappearing. My alt mode is made for speed. I just have to stay ahead.

Tires slide a little on crumbling pavement as I round a corner at one-twenty. I skid a bit more than I'm used to because of all the water on the ground. I'm done for if I end up in the grass on either side. My undercarriage is set too low for me to even attempt that escape. Just a little farther. I can make it. Fear fills me. I'm so tired and scared.

Thunder booms overhead and the wind shifts to pour more rain onto my windshield. A few drops creep into the large crack running diagonally across it and they leak into my interior. Cold. It's very cold and wet out here. Ahead is pitch dark, unable to be defined to what is ground and what is sky. It's all nothing but darkness.

An engine is way too close, just behind me. I try to shoot forward but another shows up. They're near my tail and staying the course, not letting me shake them off. They can't catch me. No! They won't catch me! Another bout of thunder and then lighting briefly lights up the world. There's a curve ahead. A sharp one. I can make it. The universe is nothing but darkness again as roars in the sky block out the sound of my pursuers for a second or two.

I can feel one try to edge up to me, but I slide over enough to avoid the shove. The corner should be here. There it is. My dim headlights reveal it even with all the rain in our views. I turn my wheels to curve, not too much or I might fishtail. I can do this. Drive. I can do this. Drive!

A shove. My back end slides and I brake with no good results. Suddenly I'm airborne without remembering how I got here.

Crash. Hurt pain wet cold pain It hurts pain Everything hurts wet dark so dark pain. Everything kaleidoscopes into a whirled up mess. A whine of an overused engine and rumblings overhead. Thunder booms. It's raining. Motors simmer as they stop. Seconds pass in the illumination of headlights. Then nothing as they turn and drive away.

Everything hurts I can't feel my back end anymore Pain

Black.

They come later, hours later. A set of burnt streaks on the road leads them, along with shards of thick glass and metal. At the curve in the pavement they find a twisted shattered wreck. The water from the sky has soaked everything and turned it to mud but now the thunder has stopped. It's only wet, cold and dark now.

"Get the medic." A simple statement filled with sadness and only a partial hope.

A nod of a head and a short conversation. The others are silent and don't show whether they are hopeful or not. Holding hope is like tempting fate. Best not to do in situations such as this.

And they wait, in the night at the side of the road, hoping they haven't lost another one.