A/N: This fic just popped in my head,it's the start of a series (hopefully).The Wrecker's race is featured in ajremix's story "What's wrong with a little Destruction", that story rocks!!

Disclaimer:I own nothing (slaggit!!)


Me,Grimlock….Scaredycat?!

Prowl grumbled as he stalked down the Orbital Hub's hallway.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that." said one of the mechs he was dragging along by their necks.

"Yeah, could you repeat that?" queried the other mech, the twin of the first.

"I was wondering what to do to you and Sideswipe for taking part in the Wreckers cocktail chaser tournament after you were expressly forbidden from participating." growled the irate officer.

"I've been thinking the same." revealed Ratchet. The medic was dragging Bumblebee and Hot Shot. "It'll take me at least a megacycle or one and a half to fix all the damage you idiots inflicted on yourselves!"

"Hey we were defending our honor Springer was saying his grandma had more speed than we did." slurred a Bumblebee who was still on the way down from the buzz only 10 shots of energon can create." Hey Grimlock, what's the rush?"

The Dinobot leader, who'd forced the other Autobots to flatten themselves against the wall to avoid his headlong rush, stopped panting.

"Elita mad at Grimlock. Me, Grimlock badass no suicidal. Me think me go find other Dinobots. Me got mission for Dinobots." said the mech his eyes darting around with what the other 'bots would've sworn was fear, real sparkfelt, honest to Primus fear.

"Yeah, the mission's to stay the frag away from Elita for the next hundred megacycles or so." Hot Shot stated with a straight face (as straight a face as he could manage) as the feared, aft ripping berserker leader of the Dinobots fled down the hallway.

The battle against laughter was won due to the sudden shock (and fear) of seeing the leader of the Autobot femmes come charging down the hall wielding, of all things, her sparkmate's axe.

"That's right Grimlock!! You better run!! It's bad enough you walk into our quarters without knocking, but then to say you're better than Optimus." she spluttered with sheer indignation. "When I'm through with you, you won't have the necessary equipment to prove it. Not that any femme would want anything to do with any part of you!!"

Optimus Prime appeared behind her, trying to calm his sparkmate down.

"'Lita you know how the Dinobots are, Grimlock didn't mean it I'm sure…" he stopped and raised his hands defensively as Elita turned towards him, bringing the axe dangerously close to a sensitive part of his assembly. "On the other hand maybe he does need a lesson in etiquette." he managed, sighing with relief as the femme turned around to continue her pursuit.

He glanced around and only then realized that there were witnesses to the little scene that had occurred. "Not a word… or else!!" he growled at the mechs, who all had varying degrees of shock, disapproval and amusement on their faceplates. He then followed his sparkmate in hopes of reducing the inevitable collateral damage that was sure to occur when Elita found her prey.