Shut Up and Drive

Epps had had enough. The endless politics of alien liason bullcrap were giving him a head ache and the fact that the government had stopped NEST training for the last four days to argue about whether or not the autobots were really the US's alleys had caused Epp to send a fist through the wall.

"HAVEN'T THEY FIGURED IT OUT BY NOW?" He bellowed to no one particular. There were still 'Con's out there, up to who knew what, and they needed to be found and stopped. He stopped to pull his hand out of the plaster, briefly assessing that nothing was broken and wiping off the blood between his knuckles. The hanger was empty and that pissed off Epps even more-every solider, human and autobot, should be in here, making a fuss and demanding the right to fight. He was on the verge of sending his other fist into the wall when a rev of an engine echoed through the giant building.

"Rachet will not appreciate your tearing up your hands," a smooth metallic voice said.

"What's the point if I do? It's not like I'm going to need them any time soon!" Epps yelled at the silver corvette, whose engine revved warningly.

"You will need them if we are going to go for a drive." The driver's door opened and Epps paused for only a minute before climbing in.

"Where are we going?" He asked, as the door shut and locked behind him and the seat belt locked him in of it's own accord.

"Where ever you want, Epps. Just let the open road calm you down instead of tearing up your body. Rachet said that if I ever let you come into his medical bay again with so much as a broken bone, he would personally tell Optimus that I wasn't doing my job well enough and that you should receive a new guardian." The voice replied through the radio.

Epps took a deep breath. He would have to talk to Rachet about that later-there was no way he was going to go to war again-if the government would get their damn heads on straight-if Sideswipe wasn't at his side.

"Okay, fine." He sighed as he placed his hands on the steering wheel.

"Do. Not. Get. Your. Lubrications. On. My. Interior." Swipe threatened, but Epps picked up on the slightly playful tone as he guided the car out and accelerated, letting the engine soothe his irritation.

A/N: In my imagination, Epps is Sideswipes human charge. That's just how I see it. As always, reviews are appreciated.

xoxo, Belle