You know what? Screw Saturday, I'm posting this chapter NOW!

Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers unfortunately.

Warnings:some swearing.

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Chapter 27

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Josh laid there on his bed, watching the ceiling and constantly checking the time on his digital clock on the night stand. It was nine-thirty pm, meaning his siblings were asleep and his mother and father were getting ready for bed soon. The moment the door creaked to his parent's bedroom was heard, Josh stood up wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants with his socks and sneakers already on. He moved quietly towards the window and looked out at the bushes.

There were two small flashes of light, followed by eight flickering ones.

The young human turned and arranged his pillows to make it look like he was still lying in bed should one of his parents come to check on him. Then he opened his window slowly, grabbing his backpack and slowly climbing up and out the window. When his feet touched the solid earth below, he ran towards the bushes, scrambling not to wake up anyone in the house.

The click of a car door opening was heard.

Josh went to the passenger seat and climbed in.

"You get out of there all right?" Maximum whispered.

Josh leaned back against the seat, and nodded, "Yeah. My folks and siblings are in bed so I'm ready to get going. Did you get out all right?"

There was a clicking sound, indicating the switch in gears, "Yeah. My Dad went out for a bit, and my Mother won't know I'm gone by the time he checks on me and my sisters."

"So you ready to go then?" Josh asked, leaning back in the seat.

There a rumbled from Maxi's engine before he answered, "Yep."

Maximum backed out from behind the bush, focusing on get away from the house in order to take his attention away from the aching guilt he felt right now for deceiving his parents, friends and sisters. He drove around on to the main road and headed for the location Mitch had given him coordinates to through his location scanners.

Two young ones made their way to the race, with anxiety, and guilt in their hearts, but unwilling to back down from this challenge presented to them.

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Megatron sighed as he placed the tools away. He gently made sure the scalpels were placed correctly in their casing and he also made sure they were where no one could reach them. He had worked a late shift tonight and since he was the last one there, he was the one in charge of cleaning up the med. bay afterwards. It was an unspoken rule made by Ratchet.

The silver mech headed to exit the med. bay, but not before making sure he hadn't missed anything. He nodded in satisfaction that the med. bay was spic and span. He really didn't want to spend any more time here right now, not when he had the quarters to himself tonight. His three children were asleep right now, while his mate and Ultra Magnus had gone on a drive to catch up with each other since it's been centuries those two mechs had talked.

The silver flier took the elevator up to his quarters.

Once there, Megatron did a quick check on the three berth rooms his children resided in.

He checked on Silverbell first. He peaked in and saw her curled up and in deep, peaceful recharge under her dark heating blanket. Slowly, he close the door and let her remain undisturbed. He had checked her over today for malfunctions in her systems or any viruses that might have upset her tanks. Although the tests proved negative, he asked her to go into recharge early tonight.

Sweet dreams, my little princess, he sent quietly through the creator creation bond.

He went to the next room, Ultracia's. When he peeked in, he chuckled when he saw her in recharge with data-pads on her chest plate, one arm hanging limply off the berth as she snored softly. Her own cooling blanket was a twisted form around her, while her floor was littered with data-pads.

May your dreams be full of adventure and fun tonight, my adorable little bookworm, he whispered to her as well through the bond, a small smile forming on his face plates.

Then he went to Maximum's room. The mother stopped for a moment, hesitating when he reached to open the door. Something….something did not feel right.

He opened the door slightly, feeling unease as he looked through the darkened room. His optics settled on the bundle hidden under the berth covers. This caused Megatron to raise and optic ridge. Why was Maximum holding the covers over his helm?

He considered going over and tucking him into berth, but then simply shrugged it off. Maximum was almost an adult now. He could sleep anyway he wished after all he had done him and Optimus a favor. Why should he disturb his son's recharge because of some silly, little worry?

The silver mech sent a soft word of affection to the form on the berth, "May you only have a good dream tonight, my warrior.

The ex-warlord closed the door slowly. If he had stayed only a few moments longer, he would have seen Greystreak raise his helm from under the blanket at the strange noise that had woken him up from the click of the door. The canine took a moment to look around and make sure all was good, before returning to peaceful slumber. It wasn't every night his master allowed him to stay on the berth.

The sound of living engines and the latest motors known to humans reached Maximum's audios, sending a thrilling chill through his systems. The excitement tingled through him, even as he dropped off Josh and made sure he had a good location to watch him from above. His put his full holo-form on while he watched his human companion run off to hide in the bushes.

The race track was a cliff side, the rules being that the first one who reaches the top and then drives back down to the bottom first won the race. Maximum moved his holo-form to enter his alt. mode. He drove up towards the starting line, his window rolled down as he did so.

He heard a few jeers thrown his way however from random strangers in their pretty sports cars covered in flames, or lightning bolts, even some were pastel or neon colored, with all of them parked at the side. Whether they were spectators or joining in was beyond Maximum's care. The young mech then spotted the one whom he was racing tonight. He drove up beside the car.

"Well! If it ain't Josh's wittle friend! We were worried you wouldn't show up!" Mitch said from the driver's seat. The other young men were there as well, Mitch's friends to be exact. They sat on the hood of the young man's car and they didn't seem to worried.

Max narrowed his holo-form's eyes at the head bully, "Just don't burst in to tears when I see you coming in after me at the finish line, okay?" he revved his engine loudly at the human, jolting his cronies off the hood of the car.

The humans turned and ran towards the parked cars.

There was a small flash from the bushes about a few feet above the first ring that Maximum caught. He zoomed in and he smiled within his alt. mode when he saw Josh safely secured on the edge with a camera and his cell phone at the ready.

He twitched his mirror to indicate he saw.

"Racers!"

He almost jumped out of his wheels at the sudden announcement. Maximum used his mirror to find the source of the loud voice, his mirrors settling on a van behind him where there were speakers and equipment set up. It reminded him of one of those news vans he sees in movies.

"Tonight we have a new racer in against the unbeaten champion of the track! Give it up foooor Max!"

Maximum ignored the cheering from around him, as he rolled up his window and lowered the volume on his audio receptors. He honestly didn't want to be distracted from his focus. After all he had lied to his father and a commanding officer already, so he better make this race worth it.

"And let's give a warm welcome to the Champion of the Race track, Mitch Johnson!"

It was a good thing Maximum had close the windows and lowered his audio receptors otherwise they may have shorted out by the screams and shouts from the large crowd around him.

"Tonight, we'll see if this newbie is worthy of beating the undefeated champion by racing on the Ridge of Doom!"

The Ridge of Doom, is he serious?, Maximum thought to himself, giving a small huff at such a lame sounding nickname.

Right then a young girl walked in front of the two racers. In one of her hands, she held a brightly colored ribbon, and she stood there before the racers waiting for a signal of some sort. Maximum noticed as Mitch was eyeing her up and that caused the young mech to wish he windows were tinted black on the inside too at that moment.

He did NOT need to see that lecherous smirk on that idiot human's face.

"Racers, on your marks!"

Maximum immediately tensed to get ready, pulling back the joy-stick to get to the highest speed as possible.

"Get Set!"

The girls before them lifted the small flag like cloth, while both engines began to run. Maximum tensed, at the ready as he imagined all the times he and Blockade had raised. He just had to think of this at that, but the only difference was that this was for his pride and the pride of his friend.

"And…THEY'RE OFF!"

Maximum barely saw the girl wave the flag as he sped forwards and past her, causing the air to make her hair fly up. He drove as fast as he could, and smirked in his alt. mode at the fact he was already ahead of Mitch.

He felt that this was going to be easy…

Josh watched his best friend sped past Mitch from the starting line and he snickered a bit at that. If Mitch knew he was racing a giant robot from another alien planet, he would have thought twice before challenging him.

He watched from his perch, out of sight from everyone else. When Maxi wins this race, they could both go to school with their heads held high. Well, Josh could, Maxi would probably strut around the base for a while. Not that he could really blame him for that.

The young man reached into his backpack and drank a can of soda, caffeinated. He was not going to miss out on this moment no matter what time it was tonight.

Megatron looked up from the television when the door opened, watching an episode of the human television show NCIS, as one of the leader characters, Gibbs, hit DiNozzo, another leader character upside the head for some stupid remark.

Optimus and Magnus came sharing a laugh, and grinning as they entered. Megatron smirked at the two, as he turned off the screen and stood.

"Well, looks like you two had a nice ride," Megatron stated, walking over and greeting his bond-mate with a hug and a quick peck on the lips.

Prime grinned, "Yes, a very lovely evening for a drive, wouldn't you agree Magnus?"

"Yes Prime," Magnus looked around a moment in slight bafflement, "Where are your children? I would think Maximum would still be up since he was in charge of watching the complex."

"Ah, he's in recharge. I checked on the kids an hour ago, and when I saw him recharge, I didn't want to disturb him. You can go see him if you want Optimus," Megatron smiled, watching his mate nod, before walking towards their son's berth room.

Optimus opened the door slowly, before his optics settle on the form hidden under the covers. The Prime gave a gentle smile, his spark warming at the sight before he walked over and knelt beside the berth.

"Maximum…" he said softly, gently nudging the bundled form. He smiled when the figure stirred, "Listen, I am very glad you did the job I gave you….you have done well being in charge while your mother and I were otherwise focused and…..I am proud of you, my son…."

His voice trailed off when the covers slowly slid away. Prime blanched and stared in shock, his spark going suddenly cold when he saw that it was not Maximum under the covers, but none other than…..

"Greystreak?!" he shouted.

The canine yipped, before bolting off the berth and out of Maximum's quarters. Optimus stood up and exited the room, his pedes stomping out as he approached the other two mechs in the room. Greystreak was behind Magnus' pedes, shaking slightly when he sense the confusion and anger about to rise.

"Megatron, where is Maximum?" Optimus demanded, keeping his tone calm.

Megatron's optics widened, "I thought he was in bed."

"He's not. Greystreak was in it, hiding under the covers!" Optimus replied, optics glowering in anger.

Magnus seemed to stiffen. This caused the parents to look at him with raised optic ridges, while Greystreak looked up with a questioning tilt of his helm.

"Magnus?" Optimus asked softly.

The blue and red mech took in a deep breath, a shadow forming over his face plates, "I know where he went sir…."

The parents looked at each other, before returning their gazes to Magnus.

The Prime walked forwards, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Tell us where he is. Now."

Maximum smirked as he reached the top and turned back around to drive back towards the bottom. Mitch was close on his tail, but not enough to get past him and it filled Maximum with smugness at the fact it was probably driving the human crazy at not being able to pass him.

The young mech never felt so alive in his existence. No one could hold him back and no one could make him stop for once. There were no regulations, no boundaries, only the road ahead of him and the fact he was beating the human behind him.

The young mech laughed to himself as the thrill of it all took him over. When was the last time he and Blockade had felt the hard, flat road hard against their tires at their highest speed possible? To feel the pressure of the air against his metal, to be so completely focused and yet feel so completely free at the mere weightlessness of the speed he went at?

Maximum whooped at the sheer energy running through him, so enthralled in his euphoria that he forgot the other racer only just coming up beside him.

Mitch glared at the truck angrily. He could not lose. He could not and would not lose this racer to some loser! He was the fastest guy in town and to be beaten by some newbie wannabe who hung out with that music freak Darby kid? It would ruin everything, his pride, his reputation….!

He had to do something.

Right then, Mitch noticed the familiar turn before them before a smirk formed on his face. Unlike other racers, Mitch always made sure to practice on the locations where the races were held. He came to this peak every morning and night to practice turns and techniques.

He could tell Max was an amateur….

Mitch crept up behind Maximum, controlling his speed, as they came closer and closer to the turn….

Josh looked through his binoculars as he watched Max and Mitch come to the turn. There was a small metal barrier so that cars would know that there was a straight, clear drop on the other side. By what Josh could see, it was a deep drop from the turn coming up.

If Maximum wasn't careful…..

The human noticed then how Mitch seemed to be getting closer and closer to Maximum as they neared the edge. He looked between the two racers and the ridge, looking back and forth, before his eyes widened in realization as the front of Mitch's car went half way beside Maximum's back.

"MAX!"

SCREEEEEEEE! BONG CRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSHHK!

In about ten seconds flat, Josh watched, his scream gone unheard, as Mitch rammed into Maximum's side and sent him disappearing over the edge and breaking the barrier between the rose and the drop.

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CLIFFYYYYYYYY! (evil laughter)

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