A Little Beat of Importance

It was now four days into repairs since Blair had picked up the Kenworth, its trailer, and the Porsche off the side of the road. Blair had spent a while telling her sister about the scenario with the jet and what it had done. Rachael was seriously surprised and understood why her sister had freaked out over the incident. Luckily no one had come around looking for the two vehicles . . . yet. Rachael and Blair had a hard time with their dad though. To their luck he didn't come home until

they had pretty much made the two look like it was a 'fender bender' and he didn't ask to many questions.

Blair had had it. Completely given out she just fell back in the cab seat. She had been working on the cab none stop for the past two half hours while her sister worked on the Porsche. The cab was really a wonder to her.

Unlike most commercial trucks that are, in this particular ones category, would have cloth or even leather material on its ceiling but this one was just metal. In the middle of the ceiling was what looked like a black metal box that could be open unless she was ten times stronger than she was now. She recalled removing the smoke stackes and looking at the roof. It was normal but she could tell that something was…different about it. Also, between the smokes stakes at the back of the cab was a large apartment that had no real purpose but to only make her curious as to what was underneath its closed tight frame.

"They're connected some how . . ." she thought, letting out a sigh.

Sitting up, Blair looked back behind the seats where there was practically no space. But she had this feeling in her gut that something was there, something important.

"Blair, you all right in there?" her sister called.

Blair scooted forward when her name was called. She moved until she was seating on the edge of the drivers seat; her feet hanging out of the cab.

"Yea. How far have you gotten?"

"Just got to redo the four on its hood and I'll be all done. Got to work some 'Rach magic' on it, ya know?" Rachael replied, giving her sister a thumbs-up. Blair just groaned and slapped her forehead.

Rachael looked back at the Porsche admiring her work. However, her satisfied look didn't last long. Blair caught the change in visage and walked up beside her sister.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing . . ." was Rachael's reply.

Blair knew other wise "You found something that doesn't 'fit' . . . didn't you?"

Rachael just nodded.

"All the things that are needed to make it run are there." she said, using her arms to point, "But they're like weird. It blows my mind."

Rachael paused in thought a moment before moving again.

"Have you looked under its hood?" she didn't wait to get answer from Blair, she just walked over to the car and lifted the hood. "It's like some type of geeks paradise. But I fixed it . . . fortunately" she added, rubbing the back of her head underneath her silver hair.

Blair leaned under the hood and examined it for herself. She was still amazed even if she had been looking at stuff like this for nearly four days now. Both of them could recognize what was what or at least what it was meant for. Everything that exsisted under these vehicles frames seemed like they were straight out of a science fiction movie or from Area 51. Looking around some more taking in every detail something caught her eyes.

"What's that?" she asked, pointing to a section that was glowing.

"Have no idea. But I get this strange feeling when I started working near it." Racheal replied, her eyes glowing bright green from the internal glow in the car. Blair's own eyes glowed with a golden light.

"Like there is something . . . important under it . . ." Blair added.

Rachael looked over at her sister in awe.

"Yea . . ." she said, looking back at the glow.

"How'd you know that?" Rachael asked, her voice sounding like it was miles away.

"I got this feeling when I was working in the truck cab. Not only that, I got this strange feeling that there was something ...ancient inside. That's the only way I can describe it." her sister said, looking back at the Kenworth.

"I didn't get that feeling . . ."

The two stood their for a while, lost in their own thoughts when Rachael suddenly spun.

"WAIT I almost forgot!" she exclaimed, snapping around

Blair jumped at the outburst before turning to watch her sisters run over to the counter excitedly.

"What is it Rach?"

"Just wait and see! It's so weird but so cool!" Rachael leaned forward and turned on the radio to a local radio station and began fiddling with the dial. "Now watch the glow." Rachael instructed. Blair looked down back under the hood in the direction of the glow, not sure what to expect.

"Ha!" cheered Rachael finding what she was looking for. After toying around with the radio dial for a few secounds she turned the sound up.

It didn't take neither of them long to figure out what song was playing;

. . . Working hard to get the fill,

everyone wants a thrill.

Playin' anything to roll the dice,

Just one more time.

Some will win, some will lose

Some were born to sing the blues

Oh, the movie never ends

It goes on and on and on!!

Blair watched in amazement as the glow increased and started radiating more making her fill warm all over. Rachael was still standing near the counter when she looked up, her head was bobbing to the beat and she was smiling.

Strangers waiting, up and down

the boulevard

Their shadows searching in the night

Streetlights people, living just to

find emotion.

Hiding, somewhere in the night.

Rachael turned the radio off as the song came to a close and then walked back over to her sister's side. Both looked down where the glow was now dimmed back to 'normal.'

"I swear this Porsche is out for my own heart." she said, smiling cheekily.

Blair rolled her eyes even though she kind of had the same feelings. Music, any type, was one thing they both agree on outside of the garage. "When did you discover this?" she asked.

"I got up early this morning remember?" came the still smiling reply.

"Yea"

"I started checking out the interior, found nothing wrong so I left the radio on so I didn't have to listen to silence and the tools. I decided to start back working on its turbo and hood." Rachael explained, looking down then back at her sister. "I had noticed the glow earlier but I saw how bright it was that time."

"Let me guess you got to wondering and found out that it was the music. . ." Blair finished, only to receive a glare from her sister.

"Yea pretty much. Ya know I hate it when you do that" Rachael retorted, annoyed at being cut off and crossing her arms.

Blair was obviously trying to hold back a smile, "Sorry."

Deciding to take her leave, Blair turned and walked over to where her tools had been left, intent on getting back to work.

"Well finish the four then see if the trailer needs repairs. I'm almost done with the cab interior. Then you can start fixing the interior items that need adjustments since that's your department." she said, hopping back in the cab.

While listening to her sisters instructions Rachael bent down and examined the tires of the Porsche.

"Kay" came Rachael's distracted reply, "Have you fixed its headlights?"

"Ow! Urm, yea last night" replied Blair, her voice a little mumbled.

Rachael closed the hood and made her way to the back to get a paint gun. Along the way she turned the radio back on. She had always thought that it was easier to work with a beat to help her flow. That and she thought the Porsche wouldn't mind.

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A/N:

Again thanks to Kyron and TheBlueOblivion on this one. Thanks!

I guess you can consider this one a song fic but thats your choice. If you don't know the song excert is by Journey so it belongs to them. I love me some Journey and the song is even in the right time fame; 1983 I think.

Well hope you like, if so please review, Please! and thanks to you all who have been!

Transformers and all related characters belong to HasTak, except Blair, Rachael, and the plot. The song belongs to Journey: Don's Stop Believin' just to let ya know.