Wow, it's been a really long time since I've been on here…I AM SO SORRY!

I owe you guys and apology like 50 millions times over and even then it wouldn't be enough!!! Things have been REALLY busy while I've been away. You have no idea how much I've missed you all and working on this wonderful story. Unfortunately life got in the way of things, and although I've wanted to work on this, life takes the front seat.

And when life takes a front seat, stories go in the trunk…for like a year. And when that happens, ideas go down the drain into a dark abyss called the back of the head (and I lost all of my notes too, I banged my head a few times on my desk because I could not believe it).

I've had school crises, family matters, and just when I think summer is here, there are a bunch of things needed to be done. And when summer ends, college begins! Life is just plain rough on a girl…but I am returning, marks my words life!

I swear I have the most loyal fans in the world to be getting reviews even months after I am gone. When I read them even after all this time, I got tears in my eyes, really! You guys are the best!!! Your patience and love of the story really sparked my motivation again.

While I am busy with college and other things, I am going to try to keep the story going again, because I can't deny myself wanting to work on this any longer. Updates maybe slow, but the story will at least be moving. Thanks to all of you again and be patient with me a little longer while I get my writing legs back.

Thanks again…now, let's ride this crazy wave. ACCELERACERS WHOO HOO!

Disclaimer: I don't own Acceleracers…sadly

Thunk, thunk, tink, tink, tink, thunk…CRASH!

"Ouch, damn it!" Anna cursed as she stuck her now bleeding finger into her mouth, blood dripping in a small river. Although the action was far from sanitary, the finger having the traces of oil, it was the only action that came to mind. Anna was in the middle of fixing her ride, taking an internal beating from the last race. After turning off the engine, which had taken some time compared to 'starting' the car, she had kept true to her word and started fixing her car. Although on the outside it looked in pristine condition, the inside looked like something had exploded all over the place. Perhaps she had pushed the car too hard for its first race, but she won…well almost. The thought of loosing to the drones made her bite down on her finger, sending a metallic taste to fill the tip of her tongue. Wincing slightly from the pain, she turned her focus back onto her car. She picked the forgotten wrench off the ground and continued her work with a single hand.

Most of the drivers had all felt the same way as Anna had when she left, deciding to makes changes to their cars and to some that meant a new car entirely. The sounds of drills and wrenches vibrated off the walls as drivers worked diligently to prepare for the next race. Anna had found herself in a make shift garage area between the Metal Maniacs and Teku. Her car was in Metal Maniac territory, but most of the tools she had used belonged to the Teku (despite a few protests from Kurt). Drivers were working in complete silence, a mixture of concentrating on their cars and depression from losing the race.

Finding that the river had come to a stop, Anna found herself working with two hands again. Much to her displeasure, she couldn't remember the inside of a car as quickly as she wanted to. Everything had come so quickly to her before, and yet now her mind couldn't even conjure the image of a car's insides. The only images her memory would allow were those of neon green and black, of cold faces and even colder moves, of a girl that robots had called General. Anna felt a wave of frustration wash over her, pounding her hand into the hood of her car. Giving up on her car, she leaned quietly against the front and bowed her head in her hands with a sigh.

She was tried of all these evil memories that danced around her head since she woke up. To think a few hours ago she was actually a person, albeit probably an evil one, but a person with a past. Now she was a person who had nothing but a duffel bag filled with junk and a made up name. Oh, and the knowledge of a past civilization that created alternate dimensions that robotic beings raced in who are hell bent on world domination. And the fact that she could have possibly been a leader in their army.

Anna cast a gaze over to one of the exiting doors and sighed. GIG had not a few moments ago taken the left over scraps of drone into one of Dr. Tezla's computer rooms. The little, floating computer had hoped to study its brain, but that's not what Anna was thinking about. If the drone was anything like its leader, than he would remember Anna too. He had already called her by a name-HD-02, which meant perhaps she could get a few questions answered…?

"Yo, earth to Anna you home in there?"

Anna had jumped out of her skin and bashed her head on the hood of her car. Swaying lightly on her feet, she groaned as a hand steadied her right. She turned a steely glare onto the person that had interrupted her train of thought, only to soften seeing Vert standing there.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He chuckled lightly, and she smiled slightly, more so than all day anyway.

"It's alright; you just caught me in the middle of a thought. What's up?" She replied.

"You looked lost over here, thought maybe whatever happened in the Lightning Realm was happening again." He shifted himself to lean against her car, dropping the hood before doing so this time.

"No, no memories, just thoughts that's all. I haven't had a moment to catch my breath since I woke up." Anna stared out into the garage opening, slightly obscured by the holographic wheel set in the middle of the arena. Each person was doing something different to try and prepare themselves. Monkey had begun to fix other members cars, finding himself void of his own to fix, and had sprung underneath the hood of the Spine Buster. He was under the watchful eye of Wylde, hesitant in the first place to let someone else touch his ride. He glowered slightly at Monkey as he began to pry loose pieces of metal from underneath the hood. Karma had claimed the virtual racing track as her own, testing how well her fixed ride was doing. After each test, if it appeared unsatisfactory, she would tune it again and climb back in, repeating the cycle all over again. Kurt had his car lifted overhead, making modifications to the axis, standing with a slight limp to his legs. Stubbornly, he had removed the brace Lani had given to him refusing to give Anna another chance to tighten the contraption on him. Anna turned her eyes back to Vert, leaning casually against the hood of her car.

"Can I ask you a question?" Vert peered down at her with a curious glance and nodded his head. "How come you don't hate me like your friend Kurt does?" Vert blinked in surprised and settled more comfortably against the hood of the car. He wasn't surprised that she asked that question, considering all of the dirty looks sent her way over the course of the last few hours.

"I don't know you don't seem all that dangerous really. I think if you were faking with amnesia and had wanted to hurt us, you would have done so already. You pretty much had every chance in the Lightning Realm. Besides, I doubt a Drone would want to save a human driver, and you tried to save Kadeem from what I saw. I can't say I fully trust you, but you don't seem as bad as Kurt or the others are making you out to be. Just give it a little time, they'll come around." Anna smiled slightly at the boy. He was sweet, a little naïve, but sweet. Hearing his words gave her a tiny glimmer of hope that maybe all she was seeing wasn't everything about her.

"Thanks Vert, it's nice to hear someone around here doesn't hate me…not entirely." She added, causing Vert to chuckle a little. He liked Anna; she didn't call him a naïve boy like some of the other racers did for his young age. If anything she was kind of in the same boat, having to learn all of her driving skills all over again.

"My turn to ask you a question: why did you call Kadeem a friend?" Anna stare held a puzzled expression on her face, turning to meet his curious gaze.

"…Huh?"

"You know, earlier when we talked you called Kadeem a friend and yet you've hardly known the guy. So why'd you call him a friend?"

"…I don't know." Vert stared at her in mild shock.

"You don't?" Anna shook her head, causing strands of hair to whip behind her. Confused hazel eyes met curious and shocked cerulean blue in a staring contest.

"It just feels like I've met Kadeem before or… someone like him … I think it's because…I have a friend at home that's like him…she's…very kind… and likes to help people…hmmm." Anna stared off into the distance of the Acceledome, a thoughtful look on her face. She felt the hammering of her pulse and found herself anticipating the thought of a memory, a good memory for once. She could almost feel herself grip at the unconsciousness, before some sense of reality pulled her back. The feeling was gone as quick as it had come and Anna sighed in defeat. Vert saw the dejected look on her face and felt a stab of sympathy for the girl, who's only wish was to remember who she was.

"Anyway, where's your new car. I'd be amazed if you found a way to drive only half a car." Anna changed the subject quickly with a smile, as Vert mirrored with his own cheeky one. With the push of a button, Power Rage descended from a lift and settled on the concrete a few yards away from them in the Teku garage.

"It's not as cool as my Deora 2, but at least it gets the job done. Who knows, maybe it could beat this hunk of junk I'm sitting on." Vert patted her Cobra, earning a hard punch to the shoulder by Anna. The two found themselves in a sparring match of cars, claiming that there own was the better one.

A short distance away, Kurt was watching the scene unfold between his Teku counterpart and the Drone female. He didn't like the fact that Vert was getting so close to her, but he couldn't keep bailing the kid out of every trouble he found himself in. Kurt couldn't figure out the girl to save himself, let alone everyone else. One minute she appeared to be Drone material, with sharp skills and even sharper reflexes (his leg was still twitching from the experience). The next she appeared like a small child, lost and confused with the world.

His actions on his car slowed as watched the two under hawk like eyes. He couldn't stand to take his eyes off of her for a minute, afraid of missing the chance to watch her screw up and do something Drone like. Suddenly, Kurt found himself loosing his balance after shifting the weight off his bad foot, and felt the world come crashing down on him. His back landed against the pavement of the garage, the cackling of his brother not very far off. Wylde watched the scene unfold with his brother's fall, and he felt it served him right. The idiot had taken off his brace against Lani's command, but thanks to Anna's little display of rage in the hospital, Kurt was afraid to go anywhere near her with it on. Just thinking about the event made Wylde's mouth twitch into a smirk and he finally felt himself cackling at it all.

Anna and Vert found their attentions diverted from their witty battle to the fall of Kurt. Anna rolled her eyes and sighed heavily; if only the idiot would listen to people and not be so stubborn, perhaps he wouldn't have fallen. She didn't understand the mind set of Kurt at all, besides the fact that he seemed to hold a strong sense of hatred against her. The man was cold and quiet, a deadly combination in her mind that almost made him seem perfect to become a drone.

"You better go help your friend before he hurts himself any further." Anna pushed Vert in the general direction of Kurt as Vert stumbled forward. He turned back with a sly smile etched across his face from ear to ear.

"Or before you hurt him again, right Anna?" Vert winked at her and strode after Kurt. Anna found an embarrassed blush make away across her cheeks, but couldn't fight back the glee that threatened to take over her body.

So much for her little hospital fiasco being secret.

"Hey, need some help?" Vert offered a hand to Kurt, who stubbornly refused. He gathered the strength to climb up on one leg and hobble forward.

"No, I'm fine really." Kurt muttered between his teeth as pain shot along his left leg in small streams.

"You're in no condition to race Kurt; I doubt any of us are." Lani stepped down the platform from above that overlooked the entire garage. She jumped down next to Anna and peered at the weary faces of many racers. Tezla strode silently up to the railings, watching the frailty of his 'team', if you could call them that. He felt himself growing impatient with each passing minute, for each minute was another chance for the Drones to advance their plans.

"We have to be prepared for the next race; I cannot predict when the wheel will open next and we must do everything we can to stop the Drones." Tezla ordered as Kurt scowled at him.

"So we skip the next race and prepare later." Kurt sharply stated as Tezla stood defiant.

"The strange powers that you claimed the Drones possessed, I believe that it has something to do with complete each of the realms. The more realms we complete then the more we may be able to stop the Drones." Tezla proclaimed as a weary sigh escaped a few drivers (more particularly from Monkey).

"But the cars aren't ready and we're all exhausted." Anna was about to protest that she wasn't, when a steady bass line interrupted her thoughts. The musical beats bounced along the walls of the dome and vibrated the place to its core. Monkey stared to dance around the complex in an excited manor. Anna started to feel herself vibrate as the sound grew in volume, shaking the nerves along her arms and legs.

"That must be my ride. See I got in touch with Tork, and he is gonna get me out of this crazy place," Monkey ran up to Lani and Anna, giving each girl a dramatic kiss on the hand, "Ladies, parting is such sweet sorrow, but don't miss the Monkey man too much, I'll come visit." And with a waggle of his eyebrows, he ran toward the entrance that the drivers had originally entered through. Lani shrieked at the contact and ran to find the nearest rag available. Anna looked down at her hand disgusted as Wylde walked up to her with a bemused expression on his face. He watched as she held her hand at an arm's length, silently hoping her hand would run away.

"I would wash your hand if I were you, not knowing where his mouth has been." Wylde smugly commented as a panicked look crossed Anna's face as she wiped her hand against the side of her pants grumbling. She continued to shake her hand until she felt that some of the germs were gone.

"You need to put a leash on him." She barked as Wylde cackled again before sobering quickly. The bass line had gotten stronger, giving the faint impression of a techno drum line. He turned toward the entrance as vibrant colored lights filled the night time sky outside.

"That's not a Metal Maniac Monkey!" He called after his friend who turned back confused. Karma climbed out of her Chicane and smiled widely as she strode over to the forming group.

"Shirako." She called out loud as two cars came crashing through the virtual entrance Tezla had created. The front of the pack was lead by a shining white car, sides etched in blue and orange with the Teku insignia. The slick style of the truck ended with a six system stereo resting in the bed of the truck. Colored lights began to die down as the car came to a screeching halt in front of Lani and Dr. Tezla. The driver opened the passenger side door, to Anna's surprise as the driver stepped out for the first time. He was a tall man of Asian decent, navy blue waves of hair sticking out of his head. His ears were covered by a pair of white and orange head phones, as the dark hazel of his eyes were tinted by orange glasses similar to Kurt Wylde (let's hope this guy is sweeter than Kurt). With the flick of his computer wrist watch, the car died down to a steady rumble and bass.

"Yo, let's pump up the Bass Line." He grinned at his car, Vert practically running toward his closest friend. A few high fives and welcoming words were given to him by Karma and Vert, while Kurt was given a pair of crutches by Lani to go maneuver to him.

"You have no right to give away the location of the Acceledrome!" Tezla pointed an accusing finger at Monkey who was beginning to make his way back to the garage.

"Hey, I don't talk to Teku! Ask one of them." Monkey defended against the attack as he pushed Tezla's finger away from him, grumbling about his so called ride. Kurt hobbled behind the greasy Metal Maniac and stood as defiant as he could.

"I told him, because we need all the help we can get." Kurt replied as Tezla glared behind purple tinted glasses. Leave it to Kurt to make a mess of his operation…

"Look, what we're doing must not get beyond these walls."

"Why, what are you afraid of?" Kurt shot back suspiciously.

"…the Drones…hmm"

Following the entrance to the Bass Line, a bright gold car skidded right behind the reunited pair. The sides were chiseled with a black and neon blue dragon. Out stepped the leader of the Teku, Nolo, (although Anna had not known at the time) standing tall and furious. His long black hair framed an olive colored face, bringing out the fainted gold in his olive green eyes.

"No body beats the Teku you hear me!" He shouted against the walls of the dome as Anna winced slightly at his loud voice. Wylde had noticed her action and glowered slightly at the Teku, skulking over to him.

"You mean no body but the Metal Maniacs." Wylde prodded Nolo's chest and glowered in his face. Nolo returned the look perfectly and stood as tall as he could against Wylde's hulking frame of muscle.

"I mean no one." Wylde shrugged him off as his attention was caught by the roaring of an engine coming his way. This time he beamed, most likely because the engine belonged to his leader Tork. And sure enough, Tork's Hollowback came barreling down the way skidding right by Wylde and Monkey.

"Alright Tork let's leave a few broken hearts and get out of here." Monkey cheered as Tork stepped beside him.

"No way, after what you said happened to you and Taro, there is no way I'm leaving now. We're welded, which means we stay." Tork ordered, much to Monkey's protesting and whining with Anna's chucking.

"Guess he won't get to break a few hearts after all. Pity, guess that means Lani and I get to smack his face now right?" Anna commented off handedly to Wylde, who snickered in response. He won't mind watching Monkey get his butt handed to him, it could be fun. Of course it would have to wait until Tork and Nolo beat each other up, by the looks of things.

"Send this Maniac junk back to the scrap piles!" Nolo yelled in Tork's face, while Tork was silently being held back by Monkey. However, compared to Monkey's skinny frame, Tork easily pushed him aside and strode toward Nolo threateningly. Before Tork could make a move, the air was cut by a thick horn sound and the squealing of tires coming down the way.

"My God, exactly how many of you are there?!" Anna sighed exasperated, preparing herself for what she hoped to be the final disruption of the night. Already she was calculating a way to explain herself to the new arrivals. The Teku were a lost cause with Kurt lurking in the shadows (unless Vert got to them first, then she stood a fighting chance at making some new friends). The Metal Maniacs seemed her best bet of making friends and perhaps joining a team.

Metal doors along the side of the Acceledrome burst apart as a semi truck compacted with cars barreled through at an alarming speed. The truck came to a grinding halt after sliding a few feet and swaying to the sides. Anna peered at the faces of the Metal Maniacs, and was surprised to find that each held a look of shock. Anna glanced back, a bubbling feeling of panic swept through her veins. Let's hope he's friendly…

The driver's side door opened and out stepped the driver, causing Anna to turn whiter than a Teku car. Towering over six feet tall, the man was composed with more muscle than Wylde and the new Maniac combined. His flaming red hair and shocking blue eyes stood out against the rocker like look he was showing off. Each of his knuckles bore gloves with steel imprints, the right consisting of 'Pork' and the left 'Chop'. Monkey grinned sheepishly as he strode toward his best friend.

"You didn't have to come Pork Chop….YIPE!" Monkey found him being hauled into the air and dangling a few feet from the floor. Anna jumped back in surprise and a slight amount of fear at the power the man displayed. If what everyone was saying turned out to be true…and she was a Drone…it would be this man that ended her…or Kurt.

"Alright, who did this to you Monkey! They are going to PAY when I find them." Pork Chop growled as Monkey gulped.

"Stop throwing Monkey around Pork Chop." Tork commanded as Pork Chop grumbled, but obeyed. The sudden whirling of machinery brought everyone's attention behind them as Taro stumbled forward on a shaky leg. Although his body was tightly wrapped in braces, he still carried the air of cool individual that made everyone listen to him.

"Let's get even"

The ending was a little abrupt, but I couldn't come up with anything more… here was my thought process…("this one…no wait…that one…that sucks, try again…now…no……crap…)

This was mostly a filler to get the final Acceleracers characters in, so if it seems choppy I apologize.

As for my little contest years ago, yes many of you got it!

HD-02 stands for Human Driver Number 2; this would lead Anna to discover that there was a human driver before her coughKURTcough

As for those who got it, great, those who didn't well…try sneaking your idea in anyway ^^

Send it whatever you want, a story idea, and event you want to happen in this story, anything.

I love you guys, you're the best! -Catherine Takamoto