-Chapter 10-

A/N: We're gonna do a bit of a short time loop here, but you can still laugh at poor little Windcharger being pink yellow for a good portion of the beginning XD

Guest Starring: Blurr :D and Fasttrack!

Will you come out of there yet Windcharger? Seriously I'm tired of crawling through the vents just so I can grab my notes from my closet! And Trailbreaker's kicking me out since you're half a deca-cycle is up! Let me in!" Skids shouted as he pounded on the door to his and the Levitator's room, because no doubt about it, he had changed the override codes to the door so no one could get it unless they were able to get in through the ventilation shafts. Ever since they had somehow got past his sneaky poofy magnetic field and after endless joors of painting him it began to flake away slowly since it had no wax coating to keep it in place, though he was too embarrassed to show himself around the academy and he had locked himself away inside their dorm. And of course, orbit after orbit for the last half a deca-cycle, Skids has had to pull many stunts in get inside the room, most ways were more difficult than others though, however it had to be done. "If you let me in, I'll personal scrub you down!"

Well that's not a bad idea, just, I hope that paint's as easy to scrub as it is to flake...

The door slid open suddenly and Skids was pretty sure he had won that one expect for the fact of him literally falling right onto his rear end when a box of his notes and belongings was hurled at him and he had taken the hit straight to the chassis. The door was somehow slammed shut-which he didn't even know that was possible since it was a sliding automatic door-and once again, all the locks clicked loudly into place indicating that the door was no longer going to open up, especially anytime soon and he sighed loudly. Now he was out of ideas of how to get inside, but he really no longer needed to get in since he had all his stuff now, but that was besides the point. Windcharger was really taking the situation over dramatically, though he could understand that he was embarrassed about it, anyone of them would. Getting up he decided to say one last thing before he left.

"Well, anyways we're gonna head off to the race tracks later if you wanna come, Glitch was awesome about getting the tickets, ah well, see ya later." And with that he strolled of casually, his next destination was the library to get some more studying in before the high orbit's races began.

Windcharger had almost snapped the datapad he was holding in two that of course he had been reading for several reasons just to pass the time and also apparently no reason ever since he had locked himself in his dorm. He wasn't about to go out there until the joor was up when he could finally shower the damned paint off him and coat his old frame with a soothing wax and polish coating. But replacing the 'pad would be the least of his worries if he would to snap it, since the technology was so common that it was cheaper than purchasing a bottle of energon from a vending machine.

Were they really kidding me? What was this? Some sort of joke?! I just went a whole half a deca-cycle painted pink and yellow because I had lost the race! They're horrible...

But then again he did have to admit he had been cooped up in this small stuffy dorm for a whole half a deca-cycle. Maybe getting out for a little time of fresh air wouldn't hurt him. Shrugging it off as another thing to do on his list he threw the datapad into his box of junk in the corner before leaping off the berth and zooming into the washracks. Surely they wouldn't mind if he got himself cleaned up a joor early did they? Probably not. After all, Skids had just offered to scrub him down, but liek that was ever going to happen, he had magic magnetic force field to create servos to do all the work and cleaning for him...

Okay, maybe I should seriously stop using the my abilities for grooming purposes...Ah well it helps me focus! But then again...I do use it a lot more than just for grooming...

Shrugging, it didn't really matter anyways.

Skids was browsing over his notes once more when the datapad in his servos was slipped out and up from his reach from an invisible force and he looked over to his right where he saw a familiar red black figure walk in. Windcharger was grinning at him at he tossed around the datapad back and forth in his magnetic field expecting Skids to reach up and grab it, but the slightly shorter mech didn't even seem a little bugged about it in the slightest, but it was more than likely that he had already memorized all his stuff by now anyways. Just a few joors and he was good to go, but he still always keep his stuff around anyways. He really was a packrat-as Senator had stated-when it came to information withholding. But that was fine, information was a powerful valuable thing to keep around, and it always came in handy.

"Nice polish, very shiney." Skids commented and the taller of the two handed him back the datapad, this time in person inside of just hovering it down to him. He seemed to be filled with a lot more life than he had in awhile. His boring story wasn't really one that would make it into the history lessons that was for sure but then again, Windcharger was a secretive mech and his life was pretty dull considering that the most real exciting things he had done had majorly just happened to him over the course of the time before his life in the safe haven of the academy and also the crime they had solved, along with the shorten outbreak of the police department.

"Yeah, well I thought I'd need to be presentable for the races you know, even if we're just gonna go there and watch." Ah, so that's why he had cleaned up so nicely. Skids nodded in agreement and gave a shrug, thinking about that maybe he should get himself a nice coat of wax and smooth it down with some polish over it, but it wasn't like he was going to meet Nomimus Prime or something, maybe that was a bit too far, but a polish would do him nicely. His frame needed a bit of a touch up, its been awhile since the last. "So who's all going?"

"Its just going to be me, you and Glitch. Trailbreaker's visiting an old friend up in Helex and won't be back for awhile so, he's gonna miss out on the fun stuff." Skids explained as the Levitator took a seat next to him. Actually expecting more questions to be shot his way he was instead just handed a puzzle cube. The mech before him really hated those things when trying to solve them himself and always liked watching them be solved in return. Rolling his optics he took the puzzle and began to solve it slowly so he wouldn't go too fast for his friend. Just another average day for them.

The crowed roared out cheering that it was almost audio receptor splitting as the race had finally started. It was the one on one championships between two of the best racers out there to prove to the world who was the fastest there was and this meta-cycle's famous racers were none other than Blurr and Fasttrack. Blurr was the champion every meta-cycle, but sometimes even he took a break every now and then to see who else there was besides him, even though he did have a big self ego in him. The both of them were best friends of the sort and amazing in the racing circuits and probably the fastest there was to be, but everyone knew that unless Fasttrack was to somehow get luck, Blurr was going to win, after all, he was living proof to be the fastest Cybertronian out there. It was pure fact and he was only getting faster by each passing breem. But then again, racers like them were known to be a special; "breed" among Cybertronians since they sparks were able to handle that much speed and still progress on getting faster.

"I know that Blurr's gonna win this meta-cycle, so you might not want to bet with me." Glitch stated happily as he looked over the railing as the two zoomed by, his watch never leaving them as he recorded them. It had taken him a long time to get the credits he needed to buy a few tickets for the race and he was excited about it, something he didn't want to forget. Not to forget to mention that it was a multi lap race and it was rather interesting in how the obstacles would change and new ones would appear when each lap was completed by the two. And even though Blurr was obviously outrunning Fasttrack the red racer was hot on the blue mech's trail, he obviously wasn't going to let himself be outran that quickly or that soon into the race.

As the race continued on it was as if the crowd was going to smother the three mechs to death or fall to their doom as they were nearly being pushed over the railing. It wasn't the best feeling or position to be in and falling into the racing circuits would be a scary experience for anyone, no matter who they were. But this crowd didn't seem to care, whatever got them closer was all that seemed to matter and then Blurr passed the finish line to the final lap and fireworks blasted off into the sky and boomed. Now if only they could talk to them and maybe get an autograph of to, ha, like they were ever going to have that happen. VIP tickets were the most expensive so not many bots could afford them and those who could, well let's just say, they're broke after that for a very long time...

"Wow! That race was the best! I told you Blurr was gonna win!" Glitch shouted out prodly as he went over his videofeed once more, the lucky feed he had managed to record on a first hand basis without any problems. He was really lucky enough to get the last front row seats and film the whole thing and no doubt about it would he treasure the video forever. Lucky little bot, he deserved it since in reality he wasn't that lucky as a bot. As they headed out to the front door they were one of the very few who weren't trying to get to the racers' trailers for an interview or autograph but that's when they saw the two racers slip out of the shadows and head over to the door, they were looking around worrisome as if they were going to get trampled by a herd of fans, which wasn't a surprise. Those mechs were crazy about this stuff. "Oh hey look, Fasttrack and Blurr."

The two racers stopped dead in their tracks and carefully looked behind them with wide optics. They were honestly looked like they were hoping that no one would see and point them out so they could go sneak off instead of being overkilled by the paparazzi and crazed fans, but, better luck next time. However as they just continued to stare at the younger mech, tension rising up inside their fuel pumps they had expected the three of them to rush over and maybe even tackle them down-or at least try to-, but they just gave a little wave and was on their merry ways. Wait, what? They weren't going to go insane about getting something signed by them? Well that was an odd reaction...

"Um...So you mean you're not gonna...Ya know...That thing. The thing everyone else does?" Fasttrack asked and they just shrugged it off like it was nothing. Wow, whomever these guys are they've got a lot of manners and respect, very nice decent mechs. Unlike those fragging insane fans and newscasts...

"Nah, we're not exactly like those over obsessed fans, I mean yeah its cool to be talking to you two and all in person, but still. We're the settled type and we understand those who like to keep their space. Anyways, I advise you to take the back routes on seventy-nine if you're gonna go rush off or head off the The Circle unnoticed, not many mechs are back there and they tend to keep themselves to themselves." Skids advised as he drew out a map in the air for them and they nodded. Feeling a little responsible for such kindness Blurr walked over and handed him a small tablet.

"I know this probably doesn't mean much, but here, its one of my first racing metals." Blurr gave a wink. "Keep it, ya know, for being cool and all. Settle." Looking back at Fasttrack he nodded to the red mech and the two walked off casually like the conversation had never even happened. Handing the small tablet to Glitch his EM field puffed up with an excited smile and well, a lot. That was way better than from video feed he had captured on recording, this was something even better! An actual racing metal, and from Blurr to!

"Come on, I think we should get home before Glitch's head blows up or something." Windcharger suggested and they did just that, leading the one optic mech along since he was too busy focusing on his new treasure. Because honestly, he look like he was about to explode or die from happiness at the moment.