Hey guys, I am sooooooooooooo SORRY. I've been so busy with freakin band camp that the thought of exercise just killed me. Hints the title of this chapter.

PLEASE! Find in within your beautiful souls (if you have one) to cut me some slack with this chapter since im no good with... er racing.

Enjoy!~

Blurr was shoved into the rail, making his armor scrape into the metal creating sparks. He gritted his denta, trying to push back before he was squished and trampled by the other racers.

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*Ladies and gentle mechs, the race is under way and it seems that Lightningbolt has taken the lead with Laserrod right behind. Battling for the third position, is Blurr and Dragstrip. However, it seems as though Dragstrip is challenging Blurr right from the start.*

Winterbloom unconsciously latched onto both Megatrons and Optimus's servos, in fear for her son who was being attacked.

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"What the frag!" Blurr growled over the wind, shoving Dragstrip over but the yellow, orange bot came back, nailing Blurr in his side making him falter for a second.

At speeds like this, one slip, could mean near termination.

{:Blurr fall back towards the rear!:} Ironhide barked. {:Careful though, you got 3 mechs behind ya getting ready to pass.:}

Blurrs vents heaved as he started to slow down slightly, allowing Dragstrip to claim the 3rd spot.

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*It seems as though that battle was short lived as Blurr falls towards the back of the pack.*

"This looks like a strategy Ironhide would use." Optimus muttered, watching the racers with intense optics.

*The racers are now on the first obstacles stretch.*

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From above the race track, Soundwave controlled the lights and music to the whole stadium. He watched with a small smirk, knowing that Blurr would win. There was just something about it, something that reminded him that his brother would win no matter what.

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Blurr ran behind the pack, everything seemed to move in slow motion as he watched the racers in front of him.

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{:How you holding up?: } Knockout commed from the pit over looking Blurr's statistics.

{:Fine. I'm done being at the rear of the pack.:}

Ironhide stepped beside the doctor, smirking. {:Then go after them mech!:}

{:With pleasure:}

"That boy's got some spunk." Sideswipe laughed, looking at the giant screen in the middle of the track monitoring the racers positions.

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Blurr took a deep ventilation before surging forwards, jumping over hurtles. Each was taller than him by at least 6 feet.

Suddenly, he had to jump over a fallen mech who tripped, skidding onto the pavement. Bits of armor flew up and one sliced in between Bluurs armor seems, tearing into his protoform.

"Gahhhh!!!!" Blurr bit his lip behind his mask, the pain flaring into his processor as he finished the hurdle part of the track.

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*Oh, it seems that Dicer has missed the hurtle. Lightningbolt and Dragstrip are now fighting for first as Blurr has quickly made his way from last, to fourth and still surging.*

Winterbloom flinched, earning the curious optic of Megatron. "Are you alright?" That of course brought Optimus's attention.

"I-I don't know... I-" She bit her lip plating. "I think Blurr's hurt."

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Blurr surged energon through his systems, trying to ignore the growing pain in his leg as he jumped from broken track to broken track like the others. He was now, thankfully in 3rd, Dragstrip in front of him.

"Well look at this! Seems like the slow aft actually knows how to run!" Dragstrip sneared.

Blurr growled as they just passed the 2nd part of the track and were now in the fighting stage. Suddenly a servo lunged out aiming for Blurr's helm.

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Winterbloom stood up watching with horror as Dragstrip began to attack her son.

"He'll be alright." Megatron tried to ease her growing concern.

"How is this a race? A race is where you just run! Not this." Winterbloom was in a full blown rage. Her son was hurt, and there was nothing she could do.

A large servo suddenly rested on her shoulder causing her to look back, seeing Optimus's peaceful face. "Have faith in him."

With that, Winterbloom sat back down.

:Mother.: Soundwave quietly spoke through the bond, surprising her because he rarely used it. :Blurr...... Will be fine.:

Winterbloom smiled towards the giant box in the middle of the race track, :He will...wont he?: She answered, knowing that her son, was strong.

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Blurr was attacked from the front and rear, quick servos and peds smashing into him as he tried to not fall. 'These are Dragstrips friends.' Blurr glared to the mech in front of him, targeting Lightningbolt.

{:Blurr!:} Ironhide shouted.

{:I know!:} He suddenly pushed 3/4 of his energon reserves into his legs, propelling himself forwards, dodging the hits and running past Dragstrip and Lightningbolt towards the finish line.

{:That a mech!:} He heard the team cheer over the comm as he ran with his all towards the end. The crowd roared in his audio receptors, the light dancing erratically. This... was what he dreamed of.

*Oh! It looks like Lightningbolt is down! Taken out by Dragstrip.*

Blurr looked to the screen, watching as Dragstrip tripped her. Her form sent smashing into the ground, armor ripping off and her frame sent doing summer saults.

Blurr felt pain ripple all over his body. He couldn't move as he laid on the track, awaiting for the medics to cart him off to his cell where his owner would no doubt punish him for his mistake. He was tripped, perpously too. An illegal move in any race, but it seemed as though everyone turned a blind optic.

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Blurr remembered Optimus. His tall form hovering above him, like a wall protecting someone from a storm. "Take him the the scrap heap!"

Blurr whimpered slightly. This meant termination. His end.

"No!" He heard the baritone voice of Optimus. "I will take him."

Why?... Blurr was what they called, broken......

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"No life is insignificant. Each and every one is precious." Blurr repeated the words to himself, slowing to a stop.

*What is this? Blurr has suddenly stopped in the middle of the race track!*

The audience whispered as Dragstrip passed Blurr, dashing to the finish line followed by other bots, Blurr still standing still.

From above, Soundwave was surprised with the outcome.

{:Blurr, what are you doing?:} Ironhide and Sideswipe roared over the comm.

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Winterbloom stood with the two leaders of Cybertron, watching with concerned optics.

"What in the pit is he doing?" Megatron asked, Optimus humming with thought.

Winterbloom smiled, seeing him run back towards the fallen femme on the track. "He's being kind." She answered.

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Blurr stopped before Lightningbolt, kneeling on the ground.

"Why did you stop? You could've won." She gasped out between breaths of pain, glaring at Blurr.

"I could've, but I chose not to." He answered, hooking his arms under her knees and back, lifting her up gently. She began to protest but stayed silent as Blurr started to run towards the finish line.

"You are the strangest mech I've ever met." She muttered into his chassis.

Blurr smiled behind his mask, "well.....I have quite a past so I've heard.

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"He lost for a femme!!" Sunstreaker shouted but was stopped when he and the rest of the team, heard the shouts coming from the crowd.

"What the frag?" Ironhide leaned out of their pit, hearing many Cybertronians chant.

BLURR, BLURR, BLURR!

"Haven't you heard, Blurr's a gentle mech, rescuing the damsel in distress." Knockout smirked.

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After the race, all the racers gathered in their appropriate winning positions on a podium. Dragstrip, being a glory hound, gained almost all the attention, but the bigger news anchors, focused on Blurr.

He was asked many questions. Some, Why did you turn to go back for Lightningbolt? Why didn't you want to win? Blurr answered them all with relatively the same answer. "Because it felt like the right thing to do."

That day, Blurr earned the nick name, The Blue Knight.

As he chatted with his team, Ironhide and the crew, Blurr over heard the conversation Dragstrip was having with a reporter.

"Races should only be for mechs, not femmes. They have no right to be on the track. They should just stay home!"

Blurr immediately turned at that, stomping towards the mech.

"She deserved what she got." Dragstrip laughed, and Blurrs anger suddenly surged where he wanted nothing more than to slag the fragger to scrap. Just as Blurr was raising his servo to strike, a purple one grasped his, forcibly turning him around.

:S-Soundwave? What are you doing!?: Blurr raged through the bond.

:If you attack, you will be kicked out of the race for years to come.: He rep00lied.

:But the fragger-:

Suddenly, Dragstrip was sent falling on his aft in front of the cameras followed by him sputtering in a fit of rage, demanding to know who tripped him.

Blurr looked down to see the secret tentacle of soundwave, silently and stealthily slipping back under his armor. Blurr smiled with hidden victory as his older brother lead him back to his team and to his mother, was was running.... at him full speed.

"Blurr!" Winterbloom engulfed him in a tight hug. Blurr, hugging her back with just as much force. "I'm so proud of you." She said, pulling back to cup his face, watching as he retracted his visor and mask.

"You raised me to be the best I could be." He answered with a wide smile.

"Drinks are on me mechs." Knockout cheered. "And, beautiful femmes." He nodded to Winterbloom making her smile.

Though they didn't win the race, they won something grater. Blurr stood above all and a final glance to Lightningbolt, said it all.

He....wanted to see her again.

And that's it. The next chapters gonna be called Honor. A NEW SPARKLING WILL BE BORN?!?!?!?