Disclaimer: I don't own anything, just my Oc.
Contains: Minor coarse language


It was dark at the excavation site. I slowly stood up and walked over to the big green mech. "He's a glutton for punishment." I said and energized my energon pod as Breakdown chuckled next to me. There was the sound of a ground bridge opening. I turned my head and saw the Autobots drive through and transform. Their lasers flashed around us and I could hear my assistant asking if we should stay and fight. "Mm.. Drive" I mumbled and sped off, or tried to. That femme's laser blasted the rock wall in front of me. I hit the brakes but my race tires didn't dig into the soft ground. With my side first I collided with the cliff wall and the rocks came tumbling down on me. "Graah!" I screamed and everything went black.


The engine roared into life. I snickered and tried the speed pedal. The red sports car lunged forward. "Wow!" I laughed. "You really are built for racing!" With a firm grip on the steering wheel I switched gears and inhaled deeply. "Here we go." I said and pressed the pedal to the floor.

The car sped out behind the barrels leaving hay floating in the air. With a couple of turns I made it out of the backyard and onto the road. I pulled back the emergency brake and made a racer's U-turn. I revved the engine and let the lap-meter reach its top before releasing the brake. The tires burned their marks on the road and like a lightning I passed the angry Greek man. From the rear mirror I saw him throwing stuff at me and giving me the finger.

The only thing that made me happier than speeding with a car, was speeding with a car I had got with honest ways. "Now, let's see what you can do..."

If someone would have been flying over the old mountain road by the rocky shore, all he would have seen was a red spot sucking in the sharp turns and emitting a cloud of dust and sand.

I laughed. My heart was beating itself out of my chest and my eyes were flickering with delight and thrill. Before scorching out of the last village, I had bought all the materials I needed to repair the devilish car. From one of my travels I could remember finding a good remote spot between two mountain cliffs some 20 km from my current location. It was an old lookout point with a small trail cabin and garage for long-way travelers, and hopefully had some tools for metalwork.

The roar of the engine cut off as I turned the key and removed it from the ignition. It shined gold with the evening sun. My thumb traced the engraved symbol on the side of the key. "Busy day, huh?" I sighed and stepped out of the car. For awhile I let the wind from the sea blow at my face as I took in the splendor in front of me. I was going to have a couple of long days ahead of me.

I rolled the car into the open garage and took out the stuff I had bought earlier, as well as my luggage I had picked up from my motel. To my utter disappointment, the house was in worse condition than it looked. "It appears that I have to sleep in the front seat..." I mumbled and threw my luggage next to the paint cans. "I just hope the heater is working..."

The morning came far too soon for my taste. Annoyed I stretched a bit just to hit my head, elbow and knee on various spots around the driver's seat. I grunted in pain and opened the door. "Phew... Well, I better get to work." I muttered, hit the radio on and stepped out to work on the body.

It took me most of the morning to sand away the old paint and small scratches. I continued by grinding and puffing the body and patching it up until it was as smooth as a beach pebble, if not smoother. The body had been streamlined and sleek, and even for my trained eye it was impossible to make out old scratches or dents.

The framework of the car truly amazed me, it was almost like there were no welding seams or metal bolts to hold the axles and main structure together. Luckily, besides the excellent frame, all of the tanks, pipes and metal bars were in tiptop condition. No rust at all. That meant that all I needed to check before doing the paint job was the electric circuits.

I popped up the hood. The engine took a good portion of the space provided. I leaned over and carefully traced my fingertips along the battery wires, spark-plugs, connectors and pumps. "Hmm... Interesting..." I mumbled. "The radiator is okay, so are the fuel pumps... It's almost like somebody just smashed the body..." I swiped some sweat from my forehead. "Well, easy job for me. I'll just switch the air filter and try out the engine to see if it leaks." But in the back of my head a small voice wondered: 'What was this car doing in a scrapheap car repair shop?'

With all of the electric work done, I sat down on the seat. I let my aching body to adjust to the softness of the leather before taking out the chrome key from my pocket. "The moment of truth." I put the key into the ignition and with a sharp intake, turned it. Nothing. I tried again. Silence. I kept bending the key until the wires gave an alarming snap. "Well, that's not good" I mumbled and whipped some of the escaped hair strands back behind my ear. With a sigh I thought, 'It's tomorrow's problem.'


'What happened?' I thought with all my statistics flashing telling me that I was operational and in alt-mode and that it was night time. "Graah!" I grunted in annoyance of the work I had to do with all the scratches from those damn lasers. I was about to transform when I felt something on my front seat. I moved my rear view mirror to get a better look. A small sleeping figure laid on my seat, her brown hair covering her face. 'Who is she?' I thought and took a look around my surroundings. 'And where am I?'


That's for chapter 2. :) I know that it takes far more time than just one day to repair a car but it goes with the story to get Knock Out active in a small period of time. I try to be fast with the next chapter. Comments and reviews are welcome.