"Rather strange turn of events, but this seems like a fine decision."
In which the reader finds adventures with aliens and the author encourages it.
TRANSFORMERS PRIME | TFP
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Word Count: 1,300 Summary: You had taken a liking to human drag racing, though you never expected to run into an old friend while you were there.
She had been on earth for months, how she was able to evade both Autobot and Deception was a different matter on its own. However she must admit when she had first chosen the planet she had no knowledge that it had become the chosen destination to continue the war, but to be fear she had learned rather quickly. The femme had been quicker in disguising herself, but Y/N had always had a rather strong taste for the more dramatic things in life. Her alt-mode showed that off easily enough.
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Y/N was a rouge, more kindly known as a Cybertronian who worked for neither Decepticon or autobot. She knew there weren't many of them left out there, many either finally giving up and claiming a side or being true to the end and perishing the end of their spark. Decepticons were the ones to usually snuff the sparks of rouges, they found it as some kind of sport, because even if they weren't aligned with the Autobots they were just as bad because they weren't with them. Rouges were just another obstacle in the eyes of Decepticons, Y/N had found herself lucky to escape.
Still with a rather keen taste for the dramatic things that life happened to bring, it was only a matter of time before she found herself the joy of drag racing. It was a rather fascinating human event, although generally illegal she shrugged it off and didn't worry about it. Who was she to bother with human law? If only they knew, she wasn't bound by the same limits as the humans milling about her.
Many stopped to ogle at her (f/c) finish, the sleekness of her design, she knew she was beautiful. It only took one rev of her engine to show off just how much of a narcissist she had become. She could only laugh it off as she felt her spark pulsate with the excitement for the upcoming race. Sure it may have been a definite win, she always won, just the freedom it brought to race made her cooking fans kick in.
It was the sound of an engine revving challenging, that had her adjust her mirrors to see behind her. A shining cherry red Aston Martin pulling up beside her, if her had been in her bi-pedal mode she would've glared her optics at this competition. Though were they really competition, they would be eating her dust soon enough. Yet she found it brave that they thought they could have anything against her.
Soon it was getting closer for the race to start, and Y/N watched as the flag girl sauntered interest front of them. She raised the flag, and they could see her lips move but no one could hear anything over the sound of roaring engines.
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The flag was dropped, and before it could even hit the ground the racers were off. Y/N room the lead, laughing as she left the Aston Martin behind. The race was simple, a straight shot and then a turn around. She was shocked when she caught the flash of red fly past her, and then water was being sprayed onto her windshield. It had rained days previously, leaving behind random puddles. Oh now she was angry, her engine revving as she pushed herself to go faster. Soon enough the two were struggling to stay in line with each other, both came squealing as they forced themselves to turn a sharp left. Y/N barely missing being run off the road by the fiery racer, but she wasn't one to give up easily as she sped up.
The Aston Martin kept up easily, and Y/N couldn't help but be amazed. Soon they could see the flashing lights, the finish line. Y/N was pushing herself as far as she could, the other racer doing the same. She could feel the straining throughout her entire frame, she was not a loser. Then leaving behind the scent of burnt rubber, Y/N crossed the finish line. Yet neither of the racers stopped. Humans barely jumping out of the way in time as the two vehicles stayed locked in their race.
Neither stopped until they were far away from any prying eyes, and then the Aston Martin was transforming, the smirk on his faceplate was cocky. Though it didn't last long when a servo connected with the side of his helm as Y/N hit him.
"You traitor!" Her words were bitter as her e/c optics narrowed. With just one look Knock Out could see the anger that was fueling her actions, "After everything, you chose them!" Y/N raised her servo to punch the mech again, who in turn raised his arms in defense.
"I can explain. Please not the finish, please not the finish." He was muttering that last part more to himself as he squeezed his optics shut, only opening when Y/N's hit never came, "Hey!" He was taken off guard when she jabbed two digits into his optics.
Eventually after a bit more of eventful fighting, more so Y/N trying to mess up Knock Out's finish as much as she could. It enraged the mech to no end, but somewhere deep in his processor he knew he deserved it. When Y/N finally stopped beating him up, they were left in silence and tears had begun to fall down her face plate.
"You both said we'd be together forever, and you left me!" Y/N cried as she looked up at Knock Out, and he didn't think about it when he pulled the femme close to his frame.
"I know, I know sweetspark. We didn't have a choice, I couldn't let them find you too," Knock Out muttered as he held her, the promise had been broken. They had once been a trio, unbreakable, and unstoppable. Yet he had left her, both Breakdown and himself had abandoned her. There reason had been true, it had always been to protect her, but how would she ever come to know that? "If you don't mind me saying, you do put up one good race." Knock Out spoke up after awhile. Y/N pulled away, sniffling as she punched him.
"How did you even find me?" She questioned, the two bots had made themselves comfortable Y/N finding herself fascinated with intertwining their servos.
"I caught your signal the moment you entered earth's atmosphere, I just happened not to tell Megatron about it." Y/N shivered at the mention of the war lords name, resting her helm on Knock Out's shoulder.
"Do you have to go back?" She whispered, though she already knew the answer.
"How else am I going to tell Breakdown his number one femme is alive and well? I promise we'll all get out of here, and we'll be the unstoppable trio again. Still I would feel better if you didn't travel rouge anymore," Knockout stated as he began to bring up the thoughts that had taken over his processor, "It's far to dangerous on the Nemesis, I'm sure Optimus would accept you."
"You want me to become an autobot!?" Y/N questioned as she pushed away from Knock Out, the hurt was clear in her optics.
"It's the safest place to be, I promise it won't be for long. Breakdown and I will come for you when it's time." Knock Out pleaded, as he grabbed the sides of Y/N's helm, his optics pouring into her all the emotions he felt for her, "Just for a little while, for me."
