~(Y/N)'s POV~
"So... How come he never came to see me when I was away from Mom... He was safe from her, we both were." I had probably asked over a million questions, most of them being redirected to having to ask Dad, the man's whose face I have never seen.
"Well... that I don't have an answer to... The only reason why I know about your illegal habits is because of the memories that were downloaded into this body." Roman stated, cleaning a dirty dish from my meezly dinner of eggs and toast. He was always one to lessen my load. "I will admit, you were quite the hell raiser!" Despite the holoformic skin, I could hear his gears turn, literally, as he moved around, putting the slightly chipped dish in it's rightful cupboard.
"Yeah, still am! But, I'm not exactly 'Knockout' without my Devil Car." I shrugged, and Roman laughed.
"Devil Car?"
"Yep," I popped the 'P', "And he calls me his Street Racer Darling."
"Well it certainly fits!" my brother laughed again, and brought me outside, saying he wanted to see me as Wildstryke, which I had told him about earlier, along with any other tidbit of my adventures so far that he didn't know. I showed him the psychic patch, and how it worked, then opened my optics, their bright red still there. It was the only thing I couldn't bring myself to change. I blocked the water fall for him as I stepped out.
"So this is the Cybertronian you," Roman admired, "Well at least you're not short anymore!" He gafawed, and I scoffed.
"Shut it... I'm actually still short by Cybertronian standards."
"Naw, you're alright." Roman assured, his black hair slightly ruffled from the breeze that had started to pick up.
"Well... how much time you got on your fake skin?"
"Another 20 minutes. Why?"
I devilish grin graced my faceplate, and I transformed.
"HOLY SCRAP! YOU'RE A VIPER?!"
"Frag yeah man! Though I still miss my old Mustang!"
"Knockout's one lucky mech."
"You're one lucky brother. You still remember our calling?"
"Boogity Boogity Boogity!"
"LET'S GO RACING BOYS!"
Like lightening we were off, and in town in less than five minutes. I knew there was a good racing site that started in 10 minutes, so we were making good time already.
I rolled in, and spectators marveled at the new comer. Drivers came, and either admired my (F/C) and (SecondF/C) finish, or cursed at it as they realized how screwed they were. I found a parking space, and let Roman out so he could stretch his legs. I started to regret that choice as many a woman came and admired his 16 year old self. To my surprise, he turned them all away, claiming that he was only there for his sister, and that I could beat them in any contest of beauty.
"You know, I don't think cars count in any beauty pageant." I whispered.
"You know, I highly doubt Knockout became your boyfriend just because you could race." He whispered back, and I felt my cooling fans kick in, but I quickly shut them off as the call for the first race was announced. Bets were made, rules were set, and many prepared to break them as engines started to shake the ground, the air, once temperate, now hot with the burning of fuel and NOS mixing together. I waited for the race to start, the strong grip of my brother's servos on my steering wheel.
"What's the matter Roman? Chickening out?" I snickered.
"No! Just a little nervous... and a bit rusty at my driving skills."
"Idiot, hands off, I'm driving!"
He quickly put his hands to his side, and I took off as soon as the gun was fired, leaving nothing but dust to show that I was there. I heard Roman's cries of fear turn to excitement as he started to tell me to go faster, though I was already hitting 170, with only one car close behind. I climbed higher, and raced around a barrel, gaining more momentum as I tried to lose the guy behind me, but he always seemed to know what I would do. I tried to lose him in a patch work of debris, but only succeeded in almost popping my tire.
"This guys getting on my circuits," I growled, making a hard right.
"Y-you know... I only have 8 minutes left...Maybe we should just leave now..."
"No way! I never leave a race!"
I continued, and, as was expected, won, though we had to collect the money and quickly leave, since there was only 3 minutes before Roman's holoformic skin disappeared.
"Uh... (Y/N)... the same car's following right behind us..."
I turned my mirror, and saw the front of said car, no plates, and darkened windows. Might be M.E.C.H., but it might be a Cybertronian as well... the dust from the road covered their paint job.
"Hang on... I'm going to a secluded area."
Turning, I drove as if nothing was amiss, and found an old parking lot, unused for years, the trees more than enough to hide it. I parked, and watched as our pursuer pulled up in front of us.
For awhile, nothing happened, all was silent, until Roman stuck his head out my door, only one minute until his disguise became non-existent.
"Who in the Pit are you?!" He hollered.
If I could have whacked him upside the head, I would have.
"Someone who made a mistake... sorry if I had alarmed you."
They started to leave. And then it clicked.
"KNOCKOUT!"
He stopped, and I transformed, careful not to step on Roman.
"Knockout?"
He transformed, his finish dusty, but he didn't seem to care as he slowly made his way toward me. I saw the astonishment in his optics, and the pure confusion as he looked down at the supposed human beside me. It was another few minutes before he spoke, Roman's skin now gone.
"You..." He tried to think of what to say, "You look good."
"Dude, try harder." Roman chastised as he scratched the back of his helm, "You found her after a week and two days, and you're the reason she left, yet all you say is 'you look good'?"
I kicked him gently, just enough to make him stumble. Yes, I was mad, still am slightly, but I now realize Knockout lied to ensure my safety.
"Uh..." Knockout was floundering with what to say again, obviously hating the fact that he was more or less called out.
"I forgive you," startled, he looked up, "I'm sorry for... for saying what I said before leaving. Megatron probably told you."
"Yeah... that didn't stop me from looking for you though..." He smiled, and I ran to him, wanting a hug, of which he happily gave as I cried into his chassis, seeing the bright red again as my energon tears fell.
"How long have you been looking for me anyway?" I wiped the energon tears from my faceplate.
"An entire week, I started as soon as I was able to leave the Nemesis. Soundwave has been covering for me."
Soundwave, always there to lend a servo.
"Hello! Other mech here!" Roman called, and I giggled, finding his tiny grey self to look rather funny just standing there.
"Sorry. Knockout, this is-"
"That's my experiment..."
"Rude." Roman stated, servos to his hips.
"While you may be right, you are also slightly wrong. Knockout," I started again, "This, is Roman, my brother.
"Long story short," Roman explained, knowing Knockout to have many a question running through his processor, "The accumulated memories of me, resulted in my own spark being attracted to this patch work of human and Cybertronian technology. By the way, I've got a message from the other side, told me not to say it until both you two were together." Just to make sure we both were paying attention, Roman, being the little scrap heap he is, cleared his voice box, cracked his knuckles, and even shook his helm, until I yelled at him to get on with it. "Breakdown says he misses the both of you, and that he's fine."
At this, I fell to my knee plates, and cried, Knockout kneeling, and rubbing gentle circles on my backplates as he too cried a little, though most of his tears were held back by his pride. I could tell he still felt the same as me: Joyful, but also, sad.
(WOOHOO! And yet the father is still out of the picture! Mwahahahaha! Thank you so much for waiting, and reading, though I know some of my chapters or rather cringy. XD Thanks for the support! Love ya'll!)