~Transformers x Readers~ (18+)

Smokescreen X Femme!Speed!Reader! Part 2

(c/m) = car model
(c/c) = car colour
(d/c) = design colour
(c/d) = car design
(a/b) = armor build
(h/c) = highlight colour
|_________________________|

(In part 1)
The two of them sat there chatting about something, getting a few laughs as well. Until the (c/c) (c/m) had to go.

"It was nice to talk to you...." she waited for Smokescreen to give his name.

"Huh? Oh right! Names Smokescreen"

"Hmm~ Suits you. Call me (y/n)" and with that, she sped off, covering Smokescreen in a thin layer of dust.

"Hey!!"

(Now)
After that encounter, Smokescreen knew he would meet her again, it was his destiny as he said. What also was his destiny was to get a lecture from Ratchet about overheating his engine and why it was the reason he was banned in the first place.

Smokescreen might of looked like he was listening, but really he was thinking about that last moment with (y/n), though he still didn't like that she covered him in dust.

"Smokescreen. Smokescreen!!"

"Huh, yeah Ratchet?" Smokescreen replied to the medic.

"Did you even hear what I said?" Ratchet didn't look too pleased, crossing his servos and puffing out his chassis.

"Oh course I was!"

"Repeat what I said" Ratchet waited for a response in which got a stupid answer.

"What I said" Smokescreen grinned goofily once hearing Ratchet sigh. "You told me to repeat what you said."

Ratchet dragged a servo over his faceplate in annoyance. "Honestly Smokescreen, what has gotten into you lately."

The rookie closed his optics, still grinning like an idiot. "I don't know, I met someone."

Ratchet looked unimpressed, though felt slightly curious, "And who would this 'someone' be?"

He shrugged and looked up at the medic, "She's called (y/n)" That name made Ratchet widen his optics and his arms slouched in disbelief.

"(Y/n)?, Are you sure?" Ratchet was at a loss, 'That femme hasn't been heard or seen since the war started'

"Yeah, (y/n). Why? You know her?" Smokescreen lost his grin as Ratchet made a face that seem to hint at Ratchet knowing who that was. Ratchet walked to the main computer and pulled a file up. The white, blue and red bot got off the berth and walked to Ratchet, taking a look at the file that the doctor brought up.

The file had the usual info, but the picture said otherwise. The picture showed a (a/c) femme with (d/c) (design) and (h/c) highlights, which matched the vehicle that was under said picture. The Cybertronian language that filled the whole right side of the profile showed basic info about the bot, nothing new there. "Wait, so that's who I met?" Smokescreen asked Ratchet with surprise in his voice and on his faceplates. The medic nodded.

"(y/n) was known across Cybertron as 'fastest femme online,' she lived up to that title and she even out speed the fastest flier." Ratchet sighed and read the profile, "She disappeared shortly after the war started, we all suspect that she left to not be forced by the Decepticons."

"Wow..." The rookie thought about the info that Ratchet just gave him, "Yet, here she is, on Earth." Said bot nodded, not looking away from the femme's profile that shows on the base computer. "It's no wonder she out sped me when I was on patrol, (y/n) challenged me and I couldn't help myself but to accept."

The medic closed the femme's profile and turned to Smokescreen. "Does she know that the war is here?" Ratchet asked.

"Don't think so, we talked as if there was no war." Smokescreen shrugged. Ratchet said no more as the computer picked up a signal. It was nether Autobot or Decepticon...