Chapter 8: Sideswipe

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers or any songs I may have used in this here fic.

Legend: Thoughts, "Speech", Lyrics.

Ack! Sorry guys! There were these tests in school and my plotbunny had to go through a major operation and I was distracted by new stories I started up… *dodges null ray blasts* AAAAH! Okay, okay! I'll try and make it up to you guys. Anyways, special thanks to darkpoisonivy, MiniAjax, crimsoneyedangel18, Cloud-Dancer103, DoctorWhoRulez, Galem, Sprit Kiss, icesong180, Crazymedic217, CountryDream14, Rebecca13787, Demigod Princessa of the Sea, ForgotMyName2Day, KeepingThemAtBay, LynxbyLynx and LittleEnglishLass for reviewing! I feel very happy with all you beautiful people's support! *sobs with joy* Anyways, read on! THANK YOU to Crazymedic217 and LittleEnglishLass for giving me the ideas for this chapter!

WARNING: This chapter may contain some slightly gross stuff near the middle or something… So if you're squeamish about snot, blood and other various bodily fluids this may not be for you.

Le announcement: After Hannah has her sugar rush she will immediately 'knock out' and go to sleep wherever she happens to be.

"Gah! What time is it?" I shot out of the… couch? I was already halfway to the door when I realized this strange occurrence. Why am I in the living room? The last thing I remember is tossing my wrench up in a tree before… oh. Looking out, I noticed that the sun was almost touching the horizon before my mind reminded me of the time and went into overdrive. "Oh, by the fluffiness of cotton candy! I still have two cars left to clean! Darn you sugar rush!" I frantically reached the door and was about to pull it open when a hand rested on my shoulder.

"Hannah, are you alright?" Uncle Will's concern-filled blue eyes gazed into mine.

"After I had my nap? Yeah, I am. Why wasn't I woken up?" I vexed at the fact that I had wasted precious daylight.

"Because you had not recharged sufficiently." Richard's voice coming out of nowhere shocked me and I jumped into my uncle's arms. "Relax youngling. It's just me." I glared at Richard half-heartedly as my uncle gently put me down.

"You're a whole lot heavier than you look. Lay off the cookies, fatso!" My uncle wheezed as I whacked his shoulder in indignation. Remembering something, I turned and thanked Uncle Will for carrying me back to the house. He looked at me blurrily, as if he didn't know what I was talking about before it dawned on him. Shaking his head, he said, "It wasn't me that carried you here. Jasper did."

I squeaked a little and suddenly, the room felt quite warm. Stuttering, I excused myself before quickly scooting out of the house.

"Sleek all the way. Nice… Your owner has good taste in cars." I crossed my arms and silently judged the Corvette. Out of all the cars, I'd say that this one comes in second in my ranking. The engine revved, as if the car was pleased at hearing a word of praise. I laughed. Like car, like owner. "Well then, let's begin." I gathered the buckets and began to fill them up.

Once I was done, I turned around to find the Corvette all the way on the other side of the field. I groaned in frustration before cupping my hands to my mouth and yelling, "I don't feel like having to repeat the episode that happened with the Beat so I will count to three. If you are not here by the end of my counting, I shall happily bring out my secret weapons. I am starting to count now."

"One…" The Corvette seemed to snort at my seemingly pathetic plan of getting it to cooperate.

"Two…" The entire body of the car began to shake, as if it was about to explode from laughter. Yeah, we'll see who gets the last laugh after this.

"Three. Time's up!" I dashed into the barn and picked up a couple of huge water guns before I ran back out filled them up with the mixture of car soap and ice-cold water, making sure it was mixed up very thoroughly. I laughed evilly and declared, "Your time of judgment has come, unrepentant Corvette. There will be no mercy!" I took aim and fired. A squeal from the radio had me laugh in triumph as I began to chase the car around the field, ruthlessly spritzing in again and again, with blast after blast of cold and soapy water. I was even worse this time because I was the hunter; not the hunted. Yells of "Bitch, get back here!", "I've got superpowers!" and "You better you little Jagabee!" were spouted out of my mouth as I pursued my quarry ceaselessly.

We went around and around the field and I was not ashamed to say that I was enjoying every last minute of my tormenting of the car. A little sadistic voice in my head urged me to move to the next level. I grinned like a maniac and dropped my weapon off near the hose.

"Since you're all soaped up, I'll just have to wash that gunk off you. Now how am I going to do that? Hmm… I know! How about this?" I swiftly picked up the hose, set the invisible crosshairs onto my target and released a blast of high pressured, freezing cold liquid. I cackled and stood on the spot, not having to move because of the long distance I could cover with the hose. Wherever the Corvette would speed to, my jet of water would follow.

"Mwahahahaha! Feel my fury! Bwahahahaha… eh?" The water from the hose stopped flowing. The Corvette was in front of me so…

I turned and found Sid at the tap, grinning like he had just won the lottery. He mouthed a "Good luck" at me before he sauntered back into the house. The Corvette's engine roared, raring to take revenge on me. I could almost feel the glare of the car as I slowly backed off.

"Easy boy, it was just meant for some harmless fun! I didn't know it would hurt you, princess." Bad move. Taunting the enemy when you're already at a disadvantage was a death wish. For every backwards step that I took, the Corvette crept forwards at twice the distance, closing the gap between us rather quickly.

All of a sudden, the car shot forwards.

I screamed and ran around the entire field, the Corvette chasing after me. I was a little out of it due to the sugar rush earlier and when I turned my head to look at my pursuer, I crashed right into a tree and landed on the ground, limbs spread like a starfish, slightly dazed from the impact. The branches shook, leaves drifting down gently. "Wha-" I was expecting something to happen, something that would possibly endanger my life. "Hey! I'm in the clear…"

This was when my wrench decided to reunite with me.

"OW!" I rubbed my head, wincing as my fingers brushed over the tender lump that was beginning to grow on the back of my skull. The offending tool had landed in my lap after banging me on the bonce, glinting slightly in the sunlight.

Something soon clicked and I seized the tool, holding it high above my head as I proceeded to dance the "Snoopy happy dance", something I had picked up from a friend in school. "I GOTS IT! THIS CALLS FOR CELEBRATION!"

Something bumped into me, causing me to flail my arms wildly as I landed on the ground. "You!" I growled as I noted that the Corvette was directly behind me. I stalked towards the car. As I was about to place a hand on it, my nose twitched, my eyes shut tightly and I gave an almighty sneeze.

"ACHOO!"

A girlish scream from the radio interrupted me as I was wiping my nose. "What…" I discovered that the Corvette had somehow made it to the other end of the field, body shaking and filling the air with the clank of metal. I quickly connected the dots and I smirked, a suitable punishment forming in my mind.

I whistled innocently, wandering towards the Corvette, taking my time. I felt a sneeze coming on and when I did sneeze, the hand that was not holding my wrench was coated with saliva and possibly teeming with germs. Better than I thought. I smirked. Placing said hand behind my back, I drew closer and closer until I slapped it onto the bonnet of the car.

It seemed to portray something akin to shock, followed by anger, followed by flat out panic and disgust. The vehicle backed up and screeched across the field like the devil himself was after him. In the middle of my evil laugh, I was unexpectedly tackled out of the blue, eyes covered by my assailant's hands as I heard the sound of sliding metal parts.

"Eww! The squishy human put germs on my gorgeous paintjob! Disgusting!"

I still couldn't see due to the fact that my eyes were forced shut. Wait… Was that Sid's voice? Damn, he really loves that Corvette of his.

"Sideswipe, stand down." Orion's voice came from somewhere above me. Wait… Above?

"You! Attacker! Let go before I call my uncle!" I poked the hand that was covering my eyes.

"But I am your uncle." Uncle Will's voice said from behind me.

"Good. Now can you let me go? I can't see!" I was getting rather uncomfortable with being unable to see exactly what was going on.

"Consider this revenge for what you were about to do to Burger Bear."

"I have a wrench with your name on it…" I threatened, raising my wrench to where I estimated his head would be located. The sound of sliding metal was heard once more.

"Alright! I'm letting you escape this time. Just you wait till I get you without a wrench…" He let go and I found myself face to face with the Peterbilt.

"Is there anyone else who heard something strange? It kinda sounded like metal parts sliding over each other… And what's a Sideswipe?" I scratched my head over the weirdness of the situation.

"Nope! Didn't hear anythin'! Never heard of a Sideswipe neither!"

"Heard nothin' 'cept fo' yo' ugly face!"

"Glitch! Ya take tha' back!"

I turned and found the twins wrestling on the ground behind me. Ron picked them up by the back of their collars and brought both their heads together.

"OW!"

"He started it!"

"No, it was you!"

"Why ya little…" Skipper dove at Mack, only to get caught in a headlock courtesy of Ron. Uncle Will just sighed and waved me off, signalling that I was to go back to work. I did so merrily, not wishing to get caught up in any ridiculous argument that the twins could think up.

After I had completely rewashed and dried the rather obstinate Corvette and cleared out the undercarriage (unfortunately, said Corvette refused to let me near him until I had washed my "infected" hand at least ten times), I had ended up with a few more bruises to add to my rapidly growing collection and a couple of new swear words to enhance my already large and often colorful vocabulary.

"Be thankful I was ordered to wash you. If I had a choice, I'd leave you there with those 'disgusting' germs on your paintjob." I said while using air quotes. The car radio let out a snort as I headed towards my dream car.

YEY! I am finally done with this chappie! But I is not satisfied with it… Only two more left to go! :D I'm sure you know who the last one is… (Hint: A genre of music…) Suggestions anyone? Love you all!