Kenworth and the Porsche

It was still snowing outside and showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. It was already getting later in the afternoon but because of the overhead clouds, it seemed much later.

Blair sat in her worn out truck, its engine humming. The truck itself was larger then an average tow truck as it was a Mack. On its back was a heavy-duty cable and winch that Blair had attached to the wheels of the other semi in hopes of pulling it out. The Mack was a gift from a relative a year ago. Blair and Rachael sometimes used when customers asked if they would pick up their own large vehicles. Even though the two young women rather would work on nice cars and small 'show' trucks, sometimes even the classics, they would get a call to help fix up a heavy-duty vehicle. Besides, they brought in higher pay.

Blair pushed the switch forward and the cable snapped tight as it started to pull. She leaned her head out the window to watch the work and to make sure nothing went wrong. Being a mechanic has its benefits as she always says. "Come on you" demanded Blair as the wheels on her tow truck started to spin kicking up snow, frozen dirt and grass. With one more push of the pedal Blair watched as the semi started to come out of the ditch stubbornly. With a hard jerk, the stuck semi was freed and she knew that it was safe to tow to her garage.

"Now I just have to come back and get your trailer," she said as she rolled up the driver side window.

Driving around to the back of her house not far from it stood a large what she called a garage but in truth it was originally a warehouse that had once stored all kinds of equipment. Blair, Rachael, and their dad had spent the first year the old warehouse when they'd moved to Oregon for their new job.

Blair had been seventeen when they first moved to the west coast and Rachael had been a year younger. Their dad's line of work was diverse. He worked from modeling cars and anything that delt with vehicles and aircraft. Now he has two different jobs, one here and his side shop in Portland doing computer repairs. His primary job is at the airport, where he does several different tasks.

Following in her dad's footsteps; when Blair became of working age she opened up their auto repair garage. Even though they aren't professionals, Blair and her sister make good money; enough to keep everything going around their place and to pay for school. Blair has one more year of college until she gets her degree in mechanical engineering.

Blair leaned against one of the counters that lined the inside of the garage. She slung her heavy jacket over her shoulder and sighed. The red and blue truck that now sat parked in front of her was a pitiful mess. It had taken her longer than she would have like to get the trailer inside to.

Her diagnostics of the poor eighteen-wheeler -well actually seventeen since one was gone- was its left window sheild was gone and the right had only a small portion of the had survived. Its grill and right front side was in need of major repairs. New door too. It was in need of two new smoke stacks and new tires. All the wheels either needed replacing or a good work. Besides that a new paint job that was in order…and that was all she could tell on the outside.

"There is no telling what is wrong under its hood and underside. I'm glad we decided to finish those last two cars early" she thought aloud, running her hands through her brown and black hair "Well I hope who ever was inside of you got out okay."

Blair walked back over to the counter and sat down putting her feet on

the tool box underneath it. She put her elbow on her knee and her head

in her hand.

"Were do I start from here?" asking no one particular.

Blair sat like that for a while just looking over the truck after a few

minutes an idea popped into her head. A small smile crossed her face.

"I'm so going to get killed for this but might as well test my skills." she said, hopping down off the counter.

An hour past, Blair was no were to be seen unless you looked down under the semi. She was dressed in a navy blue overalls, with a bandana holding back her hair, and saftey glasses over her eyes as she worked on the axles of the truck. She had a toolbox nearby with some of the tools already scattered around the floor beside her. She had already started on the outside of the red truck, cleaning off the mud, snow, and ice as well as the grill, headlights, and all the glass windows. But she left that to work underneath and inside since she specialized more in that area. Rachael specialized in fixing up the interior. They both did the paint job. Blair like designing the little details. Racheal just liked to paint while she did most of the washing, sometimes her sister would help.

Suddenly the echo of the garage phone went off spoking her. She rolled out from under the semi, her back on a creeper. Getting up she jogged over to the phone and answered it

"Yea?" she asked.

"Blair, turn on the radio to channel fifteen call me back in a few if you here anything regarding are area"

"Why? What's happened" her gaze turned to the Kenworth

Blair heard her sister let out a sigh "There is a report I just heard about a reck. I only caught the end put it was around are area. I'm busy on this end so call me back at Roger's . . . ignoring customers." she hissed

There was a soft click as the line was severed. Blair let out another sigh at her sister and put the phone back on is hook. Knowing her sister it was something stupid but she complied to the quick message. Hopping off the counter she walked over to the end of the it and stopped

in front of the old radio. She pushed the 'on' button and switched it to the correct channel. Once the radio keyed in, she caught the dispatcher mid sentence.

" . . . all Portland and highway patrols units keep watch for a road side accident. Eighteen-wheeler with a large trailer on a secondary road. Don't suspect passangers. It's a category D43. The semi is a Kenworth K-100 type with a red cab and blue back end. The tralier has a blue band running down it." There was a click of silence then it click back on again "In the trailer is a racing type Porsche, with a blue racing strip with a four . . ."

Blair cut off the rest of the transmission as she realized what the guy was talking about. She had no idea what 'D43' meant, nor was she wanting to figure out, but she presumed it wasn't good. She ran to the back of the dented trailer and forced open the two doors. She peered inside and with a gasp, quickly shut them back.

"Oh crap" she thought.

Her face went another shade of white with realization. Blair turned toward the beat up Kenworth "What the hell have you gotten me into?!?!" she yelled loudly makeing her voice echo.

"They're going to think I had something to do with it if they find me" she thought aloud, putting her hand on her head with panic. "Then their going to say the reason why it still isn't outside is because of my conscience kicking in…"

She didn't hear the phone go off again.

"Great now I'm panicking." she sighed, slouching her shoulders.

ring ring

She went over to the phone and picked it up, regaining herself some what. "Did you get it?" came he sisters blank voice.

"Get your ass over here, NOW!!", Blair exclaimed slamming the phone down on its rack. She wanted to tell her sister what was going on in person.

The small side door handle to the garage started to turn and the door opened. The snow from outside started to flow in as a girl in a white heavy jacket and silver hair walked in. Rachael looked almost just like her sister. The differences were that she wasn't six foot but she was close though. Her hair use to be black but had sense been dyed silver. She was a bit girlier than her older sister but she still loved working on cars.

"God I hate the cold" she said with her teeth chattering

Brushing off the snow that had settled on her shoulders, Rachael stopped her whinnying when see saw what was parked in front of her. Not bothering to figure out even if her sister was inside -she usually was- she called for her.

"Blair?" she said, more of a whisper than an actual call.

The sound of small wheels started to just barely echo in the garage. Blair rolled out from under the semi and put the safety glasses down beside the toolbox. She leaned forward and held on to the edged of the truck, a small greeting grin crossed her face.

"Hey Rachael!" Blair said. She had a smudge of grease on her right cheek.

Rachael looked down at her sister, a blank look on her face.

"What is that doing here?" she asked, referring to the semi that is parked in the middle of the garage.

Blair stood and walked over to her sister's side. "Oh yea about that…" she started, a worried look on her face, "Rachael, it's that semi."

"WHAT?!"

"That's nothing, go look what I found in its trailer"

Rachael made a face at her sister and started walking toward the back of the garage were the trailer sat. On the way, she looked over the truck and the work her sister had already done. There was still a lot more that needed fixed. Getting to the back of the trailer Rachael slid the latches and opened the twin doors. It took her a few seconds for her mind to click as to what was inside.

"No way!" she exclaimed, gasping. "It's a freaking Porsche!" looking back around

the trailer to were her sister was standing.

As said, there was a white Porsche parked inside of trailer.

"Yea with a lot of work to be done on it," added Blair.

Rachael walked back over to her sister who was taking off her bandana and laying it in the open toolbox.

"So what do we do now?" she asked

"Go get parts and start fixing the Porsche." Blair answered, pulling out her key chain from her pocket. "My original planes were to fix them up as best we can then turn them in." she added, turning to look at the red Kenworth.

"That's a lot of work. We don't normally work on big vehicles like this." Rachael replied, taking off her jacket and putting it on the counter

"It's all the same. Go get your suit and start working. The less time their here the better." stated Blair as she walked over to the semi.

Rachael looked over the truck again and sighed, "You better be worth the trouble."

AN:

Oh my god this chapter means a lot. Special thanks several to TheBlueOblivion and Kyron I love them so much for being my editors for this chapter and pointing out changes that need to be, well changed. I hope that the changes come to their and of course you the readers likeing. I'm like so tense right now and have no idea why.

Oh and thanks Kyron i know what thoughs 'rolling boards' are called now. (grins)

Transformers and all related characters belong to HasTak, ecxcept Blair, Rachael and the other chracters i might have missed that are mine and the plot of course.

enjoy and pleas R&R. Thanks for the fans out their that have.