Disclaimer : I don't own it.
Note : Requested by hummergrey. I was reading one of their chapters when they mentioned run-on sentences were now edited out automatically on , so I've added dashes in between words to show the speed talking, and hopefully it will work. If not, I'll just have to write it normally and have readers use their imaginations, I guess. -.-'
NOTE 2 : Ok, so... I still have ideas, but my muse is all but gone for writing them at the moment. Slowly, my muse has been turning towards other stories I've got in the works, and I've finally lost it. That does not mean there will never be anymore (I have 3 more chapter complete for this fiction alone, and more ideas coming), it just means it might be a while before the next update.
Thank you all for being patient and sticking with me so long on this story. Your comments are all really appreciated. :)
(Normal POV)
Blurr raced down the hall, easily beating out the Corvettes, Jazz and even Bumblebee in their impromptu race. He skidded around the humans with surprising ease and speed, dashing down another hall and around a corner. Seeing Ratchet in the process of crossing the hall up ahead, he checked behind him and made out Suntstreaker right on his tail pipe. "Hah! Eat-my-dust-fragger!"
He sped up even more, dashing under Ratchet's foot as it was on it's way down, and hearing the squeal of brakes and Cybertronian cusses as the yellow 'Vette skidded to a stop just short of being stepped on.
"Fragging pit-spawned slaggers!" Ratchet cursed, and Blurr just managed to make it around a corner before a wrench hit where he'd been driving. "Watch where you're going! Someone's going to get killed!"
"Not-today!" Blurr cackled as he skidded to a stop in the main hangar and transformed quickly, ducking behind a parked C17 before spotting Bee, racing forward, and tackling the scout from behind, knocking the startled youngling over. "Bee! How-ya-doing??"
Watching the rambunctious speedster knock the little yellow scout over, Ironhide sighed heavily, before turning to watch as Ratchet walked over, looking irate. "Let me guess, Blurr?"
The medic growled. "We need to slow him down."
Wheeljack sauntered over, took a look at the situation, and hummed a little in thought. "That might just be possible. It could take some serious rewiring, but I might be able to...." He trailed off as he began thinking. "If you can get him into the med bay tonight, I think I can help you." Sending a data burst to Ratchet, he walked off, fine tuning his plan as he went.
Exchanging a look, Ratchet sent a copy of the data burst to Ironhide. They both went over it, and apparently seeing no real problems, they shruggd in unison. Then looking back out over the speedster, they both winced as Blurr collided with Prowl, knocking the second in command over and chattering away so fast, the humans were exchanging clueless looks.
"I don't see any real problems with it."
"What have we got to lose?" Ironhide rolled his optics at Ratchet, before huffing and stalking off.
Well, he honestly won't be called the 'speedster' anymore, when we're through with him. With a grim smirk, Ratchet walked away, leaving the poor SiC to take care of the speedster for the time being. Hopefully, this experiment won't blow up.
(Later)
Wheeljack looked over the plans once again, making sure everything was in order, before making his way towards the med bay. Ratchet had already commed him to let him know Blurr was ready and sedated, thinking he was just going for a usual checkup.
He had to roll his optics.
By this point, pretty much everyone knew not to trust when Ratchet called them for 'just a checkup'. Those who avoided his appointments before, fled to a whole other country when that time approached, now. Those who went along readily enough, ran for their sparks by this point.
As he entered the med bay, he raised an optic ridge at Ironhide and Jolt, who stood by nearby, before shaking his head and walking over. Ratchet already had the necessary panels open, and 'Jack simply grabbed up the tools before he began the process.
"You sure you know what you're doing?" Ironhide asked doubtfully.
Lifting his head, the scientist fixed the weapons specialist with a dry look. "If it wasn't for certain pranksters, I think we can all agree my most recent experiments would have been perfect successes." The smell of smoke reached his sensors, and he quickly looked back down, cursing and putting out a small electrical fire, then wincing and looking up at Ratchet, who was shaking his head. "That wasn't my fault."
Ironhide snorted, but a clang rang out through the room, and one dangerous look from the medic had him beating a hasty retreat.
Scoffing to himself, Whelljack grabbed a spare wire to replace the one that burnt, and continued on with his rewiring. When it came to adjusting the speed, he paused a moment, not entirely certain what to adjust it to. It was a simple calculation, but one he refused to admit he hadn't thought to make. He couldn't simply guess, either, as different mechs were automatically set to different speeds. Speeds that suited their frames and ranks.
"Problem?" Ratchet raised an optic ridge from his position across from Wheeljack.
Raising a hand, 'Jack began mentally running calculations in his processor, trying to pick the right speed. A moment later, and he entered the information into the unconscious mech's systems. Then he finished his work and pulled back. "Alright. Time to close him up. Then we can see how this works."
The medic's optics narrowed a moment, before he nodded and leaned forward, reaching for one of the panels. "Alright, but one question." Looking up, Ratchet frowned suspiciously. "Why don't you sound so sure?"
(The Next Day)
Bee whistled innocently as he wandered down the hall, smiling towards the twins, and grinning once they were out of sight. He waved excitedly towards Sam and Mikeala, watching as his humans wandered on, and then snickered quietly as he bypassed Optimus.
"O....k.....spilllll.....!"
The voice startled Bee, and he jumped, spinning and staring blankly at the blue bot behind him. Tilting his head a little, he raised an optic ridge.
"Yoouuurrrreeeee....hiiidddiiinnngggg......sooommmmeeeethiiiinnnnggg...."
The very very slow voice was unexpected, and from the look on his face, Blurr didn't notice a thing wrong.
'Ratchet? It's Bumblebee. I think something's wrong with Blurr.' The little scout blinked, the reason for his merriment fading from his processors as he took in the way Blurr unfolded his arms slowly, and began walking forward even slower.
'What makes you think that?'
Blinking a moment, Bumblebee frowned. 'He's....slow.'
'Oh, yes, Wheeljack rewired him to be slower. That's all.'
'No... He's...SLOW.' Backing up a step, Bumblebee's optics widened as he looked past Blurr and noticed smoking slithering out of one of the rooms. "Oh, hell no!" The voice clip was that of a male, and Bee took another step back. "Run, Forest, run!" he quickly transformed, as Blurr looked back, and took off. 'Hurry, Blurr!'
Blurr finally seemed to notice something was wrong, and began transforming. People actually stopped to stare as he went, Sam tilting his head to one side.
"Is it me, or is he...slow?"
"Just a little." Mikeala was able to actually follow specific gears as they shifted, and he winced, shaking her head to keep from getting hypnotized.
'Come on, Blurr! My grandbot could transform faster!' Bumblebee snickered as his engine revved excitedly. As the smoke got worse, he cursed again and took off. 'Every bot for themselves!'
'Waaaaaaiiiiiiiiiitttttttt!' Blurr finally finished transforming and began slowly cruising along the road, causing the humans to start laughing.
Suddenly, there was a loud explosion, and Wheeljack was sent flying out of the room down the hall, crashing into the wall and swearing violently as he lay there a moment. Looking up at the sound of squealing tires, he watched as a familiar yellow Camaro took off near at the speed of light. Then he took in the blue speedster sneaking off at a snail's pace, and tilted his head a little.
Well slag. I think I miscalculated. I'm gonna have to fix that. Another explosion sounded, and he ducked. After finding out who messed with my latest experiment. Growling a little, he slowly got up and stood at the entrance of his former lab, which was a blackened, smoking mess. With a sigh, he worked his way inside and got to work cleaning up.
Ironhide heard the explosion, and the only thing that kept him from rushing to the scene, was the shock of the extremely long call that sounded over internal communications, in Blurr's voice. He stood in the center of the hall, jumping out of the way just as a Camaro came roaring around the corner, and then staring blankly as Blurr followed incredibly slowly.
His lips trembled as he watched the Chevy twins circling him, taunting him as they went.
"Stoooooooooooppppppp...itttt..............!"
"What'cha gonna do, kick our afts?" Skids snickered.
Mudflap began to laugh. "We'll be older than Ironhide before he even gets his hands on us!"
Clearing his throat pointedly, Ironhide narrowed his optics at the twins, allowing his cannons to come out and whirrling them dangerously. "That, or I'll already have offlined you both."
They froze a second, before taking off quickly, leaving Blur to almost crawl away slowly, watching as humans walked by over twice as fast as he drove, and chuckling as the poor speedster cursed in Cybertronian. With a laugh, Ironhide shook his head, and turned away. 'Ratchet. You're gonna wanna fix Blurr. He's too slow now.'
'So I've heard.' Came the dry response, before there was a sigh. 'Keep an eye on him. I'm on the way.'
That shouldn't be hard.Rolling his optics, Ironhide leaned against the wall, watching as Blurr crawled along, keeping his optics on the slow poke. Nope. Not hard at all.
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