Disclaimer: If I owned Transformers: Prime, the creators would possibly lock me up into a bouncy box and give me a straight jacket. So... this is why I don't own Transformers: Prime.
Warnings: Language, creepy evil Vechicons who really don't like it when Autobots drive away from them, ANGST!Mirage, RATCHET!RATCHET!RATCHET! and Myra being her typical, abnormal, amd random self.
Author's Note: First off, this is the LONGEST chapter in B, R, and PC at this moment. Will future chapters be longer? Probably. At this rate, this is only about a third into the story. Second, I hope you guys liked last chapter and judging by the messages from you guys, I can tell that you are eager to start reading some more! And third, if you guys have any questions regarding any of the characters, the story, and just want to drop a random "hello", just drop a message in my inbox or my co-author's, Topkicker26. We will be happy to answer... Without spoiling the story of course. So, without further ado, here's the long awaited Chapter Eight of Basketball, Robots, and Police Chases!
Bluestreak sighed. "I'm surprised you even opened the door."
Erica stared blankly at the boy in front her. "Jesse? What the hell are you doing here? I should really just call my foster dad since he's a cop and have you thrown out on the streets." She snapped angrily. Bluestreak's eyes went wide in panic as he threw his hands in the air, trying to calm the angry blonde down.
"Look, I know that last night looks bad. Believe me, it was stupid and I promise that I'll give you an explanation so please... just hear me out." Bluestreak rambled, hoping that his plea would work.
The blonde glared before sighing and stepped out of the house, closing the front door behind her. "Alright, you got a minute. I suggest that you use it wisely."
"I'm not exactly, entirely all what I'm made up to be... In fact, I'm not really who you think I am... I sorta had to get the flash-drive so I wouldn't get caught and pelted to death with wrenches." Bluestreak rambled, his eyes growing wide as Erica's face grew angrier.
Erica's eyes narrowed as she shook her head. "So you just admitted to sneaking your way behind my back, making me believe that you were actually being nice to me, AND stealing my flash drive?! What the hell gave you that right? I thought you were a GOOD GUY!" The blonde barked.
"I know it sounds bad, but you gotta believe me. I am a good guy! I didn't want to hurt you either. I just didn't want to be attacked by the Hatchet either." The holoform replied quickly.
Erica scoffed. "God, you're such an ass."
The sniper sighed and reached out to grab the blonde's arm. "Erica, please, just listen to me!" He cried as he caught her wrist.
The girl whipped her body around and scowled at him. She wrenched free of his grip and placed her hand on the door handle. "Too late! Your minute is up! Now go away!"
Bluestreak flinched and hunkered back in fear at the look in Erica's blue eyes. The holoform opened his mouth to speak but heard the rumbling of an engine nearby. He whirled his head around to see two cars by the corner, hiding in the shadows. Bluestreak looked up at Erica and then heard the engines rev louder behind him.
Vechicons. Oh joy, just what I needed. The sniper thought sarcastically.
The holoform sighed. "Look, I'll make you a deal. But you're gonna have to trust me. There's something that I need to show you. You let me do that and then I'll give you back your flash dive." Bluestreak said with a slump of his shoulders. Erica folded her arms over her chest and frowned.
"How do I know that I can trust you? I couldn't do it before."
Bluestreak exhaled loudly and ran a hand over his face. "Fine, don't trust me. Just come with me and I'll give you the flash drive."
Erica took a step back and placed a hand on the door knob. She looked at the holoform and glared. "Give me one reason why I should go with you." The blonde growled.
Bluestreak heard the engines rev again... Time to play a little game of cat and mouse, Autobot.
The holoform looked up to the skies and sent a quick prayer to the All-Spark. Well, I wonder how I'm gonna explain this to Prime... Hey Optimus you wanna know why I'm in a human jail cell? Oh, yeah I sorta kidnapped a human police officer's foster daughter and got arrested for nearly destroying the town of Jasper! Oh, I would be making Prowl very proud. Frustrated and slowly running out of patience, the Autobot sniper snatched Erica's wrist, clamping a hand over her mouth. The blonde tried to let out a scream and claw her way out of Bluestreak's grip but he was just too strong. Kinda nice to be a giant robot with super cool strength. Erica kicked and pawed at the holoform's arms, her cries muffled by the palm of his hand. Bluestreak dragged the girl towards his alt. mode and tossed the blonde into the passenger seat.
"WHAT THE - " Erica was cut off when Bluestreak slammed the door closed, and moved to the driver's side of the car and slipped in.
Then Erica completely lost her temper and exploded.
"WHAT THE HELL? Are you seriously thinking about kidnapping me right now!? I can easily start screaming really loud and get my foster dad out here with his gun in like two seconds unless you tell me what the HELL IS GOING ON!"
Bluestreak whirled his head, his eyes flashing a dark blue. Erica jolted when she saw the furious look on the holoform's face and shrunk back. The Autobot sniper's lips were curled into a snarl and his eyes were shifting to the back of the Mustang. He saw the purple and black cars slip out from behind the shadows and instantly Bluestreak knew that he was going to be in a deep load of trouble.
The sniper looked over at Erica. "I'll explain it all when we get back to base. But first, I need to get those creepy Decepticons off my tail and get you somewhere safe!" Bluestreak barked.
"Decepti-WHAT? What the freakin' hell are you talking ?" Bluestreak pointed a finger towards the back of the car. Erica's eyes went wide when she saw two sleek looking cars driving towards them. And yet, here she was sitting a car with a guy who ditched her and wearing only her pajamas... this night couldn't get any worse.
And that's when the two Decepticons decided to transform and scare the living crap out of Erica. The girl let out a screech when she saw the giant robots advancing to the Mustang. Bluestreak swore under his breath and gunned his own engine before ripping out of the neighborhood, leaving the Decepticons to follow behind him.
"Okay! OKAY OKAY! I believe you now, Jesse! I'm sorry I didn't earlier! Oh my God! What the hell were those things!?" Erica yelled as Bluestreak made a sharp turn. She clung tightly onto the seat and glanced over at the holoform.
"Decepticons. Evil robots that want to kill me and the entire human race. Why? I'm not sure. Their leader is a psychopath and is insane beyond a doubt! Oh and also my name isn't Jesse. It's Bluestreak. In fact, I'm not human... at all. I'm a robot like those two behind us!" Bluestreak rambled as Erica stared blankly at him.
The blonde leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes. "I'm dreaming..." She muttered. "I'm asleep right now and this is all a dream. I'm gonna wake up and this will be all gone."
As the girl opened her eyes, she realized that this definitely was not a dream. She peered out the window and did a double take when she saw a familiar form jogging down the street. "Wait, wait, wait! Stop here! That's Myra!" Erica rolled down the window and popped her head out.
"MYRA! MYRA! Damnit... HAWKEYE!"
The familiar dark-haired swimmer jumped in surprise saying something on the lines of '…shit! She turned around and saw the sight of the Mustang and her friend before jogging over to the blonde. Myra folded her arms over her chest and peered into the window, seeing Bluestreak with a sheepish grin on his lips. She sent him a glare and then turned to her blonde haired friend.
"Do I want to know why you're in a car with the same guy who ditched you by jumping out of your bedroom window? Or should I just ignore it all together?" Myra questioned, sarcastically.
Erica huffed and rolled her eyes. "God, sometimes I wonder why the hell I am still friends with you..." The blonde muttered with a shake of her head.
Myra smirked. "Because, I'm your favorite, remember?"
"Now isn't really the time, Myra." Erica scowled. "There are some crazy, psycho cars chasing us and I need you to get in the car NOW!"
"We got company. And they don't seem too happy about us speeding away like that." Bluestreak muttered with a sigh. He tapped the blonde on the arm. She turned to the holoform who was pointing to the back of the car. The basketball player groaned when she saw the two Vechicons advancing towards them.
"Myra... Just get in the freakin' CAR!"
"Why should I?!"
Erica simply pointed behind her. The dark-haired girl followed her friend's finger and stared at the racing cars that were now sporting cannons on their sides. She opened her mouth but closed it.
"MOVE IT!" She screeched, smacking her hand on the car door.
Bluestreak propped the door open on Erica's side and Myra instantly dove headfirst into the back seat. She flopped down on the leather seats and moved her feet out of the way before Bluestreak could slam the door shut. Erica looked through the rear-view mirror and bit her lip as the Vechicons appeared to be closer than before. She made the move to slap the holoform but only felt air. Myra popped her head from the back seat and two girls screamed as the engine was gunned to life and sped out of the neighborhood… With no driver.
"Would you two SHUT UP for just TWO SECONDS!? I'm TRYING TO DRIVE! And your screaming is NOT HELPING ME!"
Erica and Myra both exchanged looks of shock and panic at the voice that sounded oddly like Bluestreak's. The blonde gulped.
"Myra? Please tell me that you heard the creepy voice too?"
"You're damn right I did." The dark haired girl replied.
Erica swallowed thickly and sighed. "Please tell me that the disturbing voice coming from the car is you, Bluestreak..."
There was a sighing sound. "It's me. It's sort of a plus when you're a robot. You can talk through the radio and freak a lot of people out. That's always been my favorite." Bluestreak spoke with a slight chipper in his tone. Erica and Myra looked down at the radio and then back at each other in shock.
Myra let out a low whistle. "Man, I gotta get me a talking robot for a car." She murmured with a shake of her head Erica reached out to touch the radio but heard the sound of sirens coming from behind them. Erica and Myra whipped their heads around to look past the speeding Vechicons and saw another pair of purple and black cars swerving around the corner.
"Could this night get any worse?" Erica cried out.
The Autobot base was eerily quiet as Mirage finally pulled up in the main foyer. Though he was sure all the rest of the Bots were recharging, he still didn't take the chance of being seen or being caught in the action of sneaking back onto base. Therefore he had activated his cloaking device, which much to his surprise still worked.
Considering he really didn't want to deal with Prime or Ratchet right now, his first priority was getting back to his shared room with Bluestreak. But that was easier said than done. Even though no one would really see him, if they were awake that is, the recent injuries to both of his legs made it fragging hard to move quietly at all since they creaked and squealed at each step. Add the quiet cursing at random times and the base had quite the racket going on.
The spy made it halfway before he just had to stop due to the wracking pains up and down his abdomen. He gritted his dental plates as he leaned against the wall growling quietly to himself as one of his joints decided to groan very loudly. Please tell me that no one - He was interrupted by an irritated harrumph behind him. "You mind telling me why you're up so late, Mirage?"
Scrap. Knowing it was useless to stay invisible any longer; he decloaked and turned around to see a scowling Ratchet. "Well... you see I was - "
He was cut off as the medical officer stomped past, grabbing his arm and pulling him toward the med bay. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow..." Mirage protested all the way there.
"Oh, stop whining, youngling. You're lucky I'm not going to turn you into a toaster!"
After settling the red mech on one of the berths, Ratchet folded his arms across his chest and stared down at the assassin in front of him. Mirage had always been a trouble youngling, even when he first arrived at the base. The medic was actually starting to wish that he had Jazz to help him out... But knowing he was gone and would never come back…
"Mirage. I know that you've been a spy for a long time, but as your medic I expect you to tell me where your injuries came from. I suggest you start talking."
The red mech shuttered his optics and sighed. "I got in over my head Ratchet."
"Over your head? Is that your excuse?" Ratchet snapped. He opened his optics and stared at the floor not saying anything.
Ratchet sighed and rubbed his helm. "Primus, I wish you were here Jazz." The medic murmured.
"You and me both." Mirage muttered sadly.
Ratchet narrowed his optics at the spy. "Mirage, if you're not going to help me then I will remove you from active duty until you tell me the truth. No lies."
The younger mech winced then ran a hand over his facial plates sighing. "Knock Out and Shockwave."
Ratchet stood back in shock with his optics wide. "Both of them? Why didn't you call any back up, Mirage? That was a stupid rookie mistake and you know better!"
"No..." Mirage shook his head. "Okay, technically I got aft handed to me by Shockwave."
"Taking Shockwave on your own was even more foolish, Mirage! You could have gotten yourself killed." Ratchet growled, the medic showing signs of clear frustration. He shook his helm and ran a servo over his facial plating.
"That's the thing Ratchet..." Mirage looked up at him. "I didn't take him on my own."
"You had help?" Ratchet questioned. "Surely not from Knock Out. If that mech is good for anything it's running away and hiding." The medic spat.
"I... I thought the same thing for eons..." Mirage sighed, rubbing absently at his chest. "But... he did. He stood up to Shockwave and he paid the price."
The red and white medic quirked an optic ridge at this. "Mirage, is there something you're not telling me?"
There was a pained sigh. "Ratchet... Could you keep a secret?"
Confused, Ratchet slowly nodded. "As a medic, I am ordered to keep my patient's confidentiality. This only stays between us." Ratchet replied.
He took a deep breath and sighed. "... Alright... Knock Out's my older brother."
The medic stared at the spy in shock. "Mirage..." The red assassin just lowered his helm and clenched his fists. The younger Autobot said nothing. Ratchet stood up straighter. "Mirage. Look at me."
The spy looked back up with seething optics. "What? Afraid I'll turn traitor?" He spat angrily, his optics flashing with pain.
"I never said that." Ratchet scowled.
"Everybody else thinks that." Mirage countered, looking away. "You don't think I heard the whispers on Cybertron? I did!"
Time to stop with the angry medic and go for more of a sympathetic approach... "But I don't." Ratchet spoke softly. "Most of mechs and femmes who lived in the Towers were Decepticon sympathizers... You weren't. And your family wasn't either."
"Because I had firsthand experience with what they could do." Mirage shook his head trying to dissolve the memories that were starting to creep in his processor.
Ratchet sighed and leaned against the wall. "Alright, I'll make a deal with you. Since you answered my question about your injuries, I will answer any question you have."
There was a silence for a long while before he spoke up again. "Why didn't you save him?" His blue optics looked up at the older medic.
Ratchet opened his mouth to reply but closed it. He remembered what Mirage was talking about. He knew that the spy was angry at him. "Jazz gave me a direct order. I tried everything. But nothing could to convince him to stay alive, Mirage. He had Prowl, a great team of Autobots, and a temperamental spy who never gave in to orders. But Jazz..." The medic spoke softly before shaking his head. "Jazz simply told me that his time was up."
Again, there was that familiar sense of silence."... he was... always stubborn." Mirage finally replied quietly. "Never gave up on any mech, including me."
"I think he passed that trait onto you." Ratchet replied. "You are more like Jazz than you realize."
He snorted. "I pray I don't start talking like him."
Ratchet smirked and then placed a hand on Mirage's shoulder. "I think Optimus would be most thankful. And I included."
The spy managed to crack a smile. "Practically the entire base is thankful I don't have that trait."
"Yes well…" Ratchet started trying not to laugh at the mental image when an urgent message interrupted him.
"I'm in need of some backup here! I have Decepticons closing on my position! And they do not look to happy to see me!"
Mirage face palmed as he realize as to who it was. Why is it always me that has to save your sorry aft, Blue? Makes me wonder what…did he do now? He then looked up. "Hey Ratchet? How fast can you get my legs patched up?"
Meanwhile, Erica ran a hand through her hair and bit her lip. Myra glanced back at the four pursing Decepticons and then squinted when she saw flashing lights in the distance. The dark-haired girl's eyes grew wide. She tapped her friend on the shoulder and pointed to the advancing police cars. Erica opened her mouth to speak but heard her phone's shrill ring from her pajamas pocket. The blonde pulled out her iPhone and groaned at the screen: Brian Carson.
"After tonight, I am going to be grounded for the rest of my life, be locked away in my room and have bars on my window like Harry Potter." Erica murmured as she slid the screen to unlock and answered her phone.
"ERICA AVERY HOUSTON! GIVE ME ONE DAMN GOOD REASON WHY I AM NOT ISSUING AN AMBER ALERT ON YOU AND MYRA! TELL ME WHERE THE HELL YOU ARE AND I'LL ARREST THE GUY WHO KIDNAPPED YOU!"
The blonde began to mimic a fish and cringed at the sound of Brian's exploding tone. "Uhm... because I'm not really being kidnapped and I'm just being chased by evil robots who want to kill Bluestreak who also happens to be Jesse Blue." Erica spilled. Myra leaned her head forward and listened in on the conversation between her best friend and her foster father.
"I always knew you had a big imagination Erica, but don't you dare lie to me!"
"Brian! You have to believe me! I would never lie to you or Diana!" Erica cried out defensively. "Okay, I take that back! I did lie to you about getting a B on my Physics test! I got a D!" The blonde heard her foster father sigh on the other line. The girl waited a few moments for the man's voice to poke through the phone.
"I don't care if you got a D on that test. Now listen to me, if you're in some kind of trouble, it's okay. Just tell me where you are and I'll come get you. I've already gotten ten texts from Diana and she's worried about you, Erica. Just come home."
Erica bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes. Shakily, she whispered, "I can't. I'll call you when I can." and hung up. She shoved her iPhone into her pajama pants pocket and folded her arms over her chest as Bluestreak continued to speed through the empty streets. Myra leaned over to place a hand on her friend's shoulder but then heard another voice, this one with a slight accent, cut through the radio.
"Bluestreak? What the slag is going on? What did you do this time?!"
The sniper's voice rang out from the radio as the two girls listened on the conversation. "Okay, I can honestly say it wasn't my fault! But I got a couple of Cons on my tail and some humans chasing them!" Bluestreak rambled nervously.
"How did you get the Cons to chase you exactly?"
Bluestreak sighed. "Alright... I know it looks bad but I ... uh... sorta kidnapped Erica and Myra… And I found out Erica's dad is on the police force and is currently gaining up on the Cons..." He trailed off.
"Are you a fragging idiot?! Why did you expose yourself?!
"Technically, I didn't expose myself! They just happened to show up!"
"Whatever, just tell me that you're driving with the holoform... Wait, Blue, are you currently driving with no holoform?"
There was static before Bluestreak spoke again. "... No…"
"Ohhh... you are so lying."
"Fraggit! Just get your aft over here and help me out! We're partners Raj!"
"I'm not hearing the magic word in there…."
"Please get your aft over here to help me out before I turn you into scrap metal?"
"That wasn't so hard now was it?"
"Don't make me tell Lunarbolt about what happened with that femme cadet back on Cybertron."
"…I don't know what you're talking about…"
"Don't pretend you don't remember. I believe her name was… Siren? Wait, didn't she have a twin too? Primus, what was her name? Oh yeah... Serenade?"
There was a growl. "Shut up."
"Just help me out here and the sassy musical twin cadets will be no more."
"….Fine. But this is going on your tab!"
The spy's voice cut out from the radio as Erica and Myra began to burst out laughing. Erica nearly smacked her leg on the dashboard as Myra collapsed in the back seat, clutching her stomach. Out of the two girls and the Transformer, Bluestreak was the most confused.
"What? Why are you two laughing? Did I say something wrong?"
Erica snorted and tried to speak but only bubbled out more laughter. Myra was worse. Tears started to form at the corner of her eyes before she eventually calmed herself and sat up in the back seat. The dark-haired girl wiped her eyes and shook her head.
"'Sassy musical twin cadets'? God, what planet do you guys live on?" Myra giggled uncontrollably.
"Hey, can't blame me for coming up with something that quick! It was the only thing I could think of! Besides, you don't know how bad Mirage was back on Cybertron."
Myra snickered. "I see. So you're just jealous of him because he always got the girl!" She stopped and then went into another round of hysterical giggling. "Or girls in this case!"
Don't throw her out of the car. Don't throw her out of the car. DO NOT THROW HER OUT OF THE CAR!
Bluestreak had this persistent urge to throw the girl out of the Mustang and let her fend for herself, but he knew that Ratchet would possibly pelt him with wrenches as if it was a sport. Ratchet would get a gold medal in "Wrench Pelting" and smack the judges to oblivion if they didn't give him the medal either. Just as Bluestreak made another turn, he heard the screeching of tires coming from in front of him and watched as Mirage tore through the intersection. Erica glanced out of the window and watched as a flaming red car sped past them, heading towards the Decepticons and the police cars. There was no doubt that things were about to get really interesting...
"Alright! I'll keep these guys off your tail so you can get back to base! I'll comm. you when I get back! Oh, and make sure that Ratchet doesn't see you either... Good luck Blue!"
As Mirage's voice cut out of the radio, Bluestreak sped up a little bit more and headed towards the desert roads that led out of Jasper. Myra looked behind her and then gaped at the red car that was now being chased by the Vechicons and police cruisers.
"HOLY SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA! I knew it! I knew that freakin' car was stalking me! AND YOU didn't believe ME!" Myra shouted, pointing at 'Mirage's retreating form. Erica popped her head from over the seat and then let out a huff.
"Alright, alright, alright fine I believe you now!" Erica turned to the radio as Myra puffed out her chest with pride. The blonde looked out of the window and noticed that the moon had fully risen up into the sky. She smiled up at the moon and then leaned back into the seat. Erica brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knee-caps, resting her chin on her arms.
"So, where are you taking us?" She asked with her gaze on the radio.
"Back to base. With Mirage providing a distraction, I can get you two in the base and hopefully won't have to face the Hatchet's wrath before he gets back." Bluestreak explained as they traveled towards a large, rocky structure. He pulled off of the main road and made his way to the front of the structure and the two girls watched in awe as the solid looking rock face slid open like a pair of motion-activated doors.
Myra just laughed as the metal doors slid shut behind him. She looked around the Mustang to see lights leading the way towards an open room. "Man... I really need to get out more." She muttered as the Mustang was put into park. Erica heard the doors unlock and the two girls climbed out of the Mustang. Myra instantly went to the floor and pressed her face against the cold concrete.
"I never thought I would miss land so much." Myra murmured, snuggling her face into the ground. Erica pulled her friend up by her elbow and shook her head. The dark haired girl dusted off her pants and sent her friend a grin.
The two looked at one another before slowly turning around to examine their surroundings. As they looked around, Bluestreak finally shifted back from his alt. mode and rotated his shoulder, kinking out a few sore joints. After finishing that, he pulled out a small blue square from a compartment on his hip and then cleared his throat. Erica and Myra turned back to gape at the sight of Bluestreak's massive form. The mech knelt down to the two humans and held up the missing flash-drive in front of Erica's face. He sent the girl a sheepish looking grin.
"Heh, I sorta thought that you might want this back."
A/N: Now... after that wonderful update... let's just say that my hands are hurting, my brain is going to explode and that I am about to die from College Chemistry. I hope this chapter really makes you readers happy! My wonderful, sassy, and over-all amazing co-author and I put ALOT into this chapter. Believe me. We have the massive phone conversations and blisters on our thumbs to prove it. Also, DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!
