~(Y/N)'s POV~ 

     It's official, and everyone on the Nemesis knows it. Knockout and I are inseperable. We go on missions together, race together, work together. In all honesty, it's the exact same way it was before we weren't "Official". The only difference is the flirting. It's more frequent, and annoys the hell out of Starscream! 

         "Would you two PLEASE be serious for once?!" 

         "We are being serious, just not about whatever we were talking about two seconds ago... what was it again?" 

Knockout snickered as I played with the tips of my hair innocently. I knew what we were talking about. That stupid generator had been collecting dust until now. The stupid thing had been demolished for parts to build a new canon. 

         "Look Screamer-" 

         "Would you stop calling me that?!" 

         "Yeah, when you stop acting like a whiny 2 year old! Now, we can't even start putting the darn thing together until I find the blueprints. Sadly the image is lost, some sort of data corrosion pretty much shattered it, but the steps are here, somewhere..." 

         "And when do you plan on finding them?"

I made a 180 turn, looking at the computer that became my entire life. Okay that's a lie, Knockout became my entire life. Anywho, As I looked, the symbols that I learned to understand swept past the screen, some large, others not, and some just a distraction to the real information imbedded in the codes. Apparently I was staring at the screen for a long time because Starscream cleared his voicebox. 

         "I'll find them when I find them," I turned back around, pointer finger rubbing my chin in thought, "In the meantime, you can just sit back, relax and fail to gain everyone's allegiance." 

He hated how I saw right through him. No amount of armour and metal plating would be able to hide his true intentions. I had informed Knockout of my little thought, and he basically said that he kinda knew. Now we both make fun of his failures and how's he's so desperate. 

         "Look here you piece of flesh-" 

         "Are you just realizing that I'm made of flesh? How disappointing!" I pouted, earning a growl from Strascream and a hidden chuckle from Knockout. 

     The stiletto wearing Con left with a huff, leaving me with my Devil Car. We only looked at each other mischievously. 

         "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked in his lovely voice, it sounded like silk to me. 

         "Boogidy Boogidy Boogidy..." 

         "Let's go racing boys." 

     Soon we found ourselves in the same arena we met Tyson, and demolished his car. I got a chance to peek inside the arena we fought, and saw his precious prize, stolen from me years ago. I couldn't help but smile as I found him again, many guys surrounding him and his new car. It was black, again, like his soul. 

         "Well well, look who decided to get a knew set of wheels! You should really pick more durable cars for me to trash, it's no fun when they're so fragile!" I smiled, hearing Knockout snicker as we both watched Tyson's face turn red with anger, "Careful, don't want to blow circuit." 

         "Alright fine, if you want a fight, I'll give you a fight. Straight-away match, the first to blow their engine loses." 

         "What do ya think Knockout?" I whispered to his radio. 

         "Bring it on." 

I told Tyson that we had a deal, and soon rolled up to the starting line. 

     The heat from the sand and the sun would be trouble for Tyson, but not for us. His new car was obviously worn down from use and abuse, he must have been desperate to steal a car like that. 

         "ON YOUR MARK!" 

         "You got this one Knockout?" 

         "GET SET!" 

         "You know it Darling!" 

         "GO!" 

We sped off into the distance, leaving Tyson to eat our dust. I watched behind us as he floundered in the sand, trying to gain some sort of grip. That only put more stress on his engine. 

         "How you holding Knockout?" 

         "You mean besides the sand in my undercarriage?" 

         "OH MY PRIMUS! YES, BESIDES THE SAND IN YOUR UNDERCARRIAGE!" 

         "I'm doing fine." 

Why does he have to know how to get on my nerves so well? 

     We ran in a straight line for quite some time, until a loud BOOM was heard behind us. Knockout turned around to see an overly flustered Tyson jump from his car as the fire consumed it. I honestly didn't expect THAT to happen! When we got close enough, I rolled down Knockout's window. 

         "Hey, you know you're supposed to smoke us, not yourself, right?" 

He only glared, his once perfectly tan face now slightly charred and full of smoke and ash from his car. Knockout and I drove back, collected whatever money there was for us, and continued our day racing and enjoying life. Sadly, we couldn't enjoy it for long. 

         "You cheated!" 

It was the Frenchy from my first race with Knockout all over again. How can you cheat when the race is about the stamina of the car? 

         "Sorry to burst your bubble Tyson, but you can't cheat in a race like that." I said, leaning against Knockout's trunk.

The boy just glared at me, and demanded a rematch. I told him'no' and started to leave, tapping on Knockout's hood to tell him I wanted to go, getting bored of the competition, or rather, the lack of.

         "DON'T YOU WALK AWAY LIKE WHEN YOU LEFT BUSTER!"

         "How DARE you bring up his name as if I was the one who betrayed him! I left because I had no car, and Buster was going to kick me out anyways. You knew the rules as well as I did; No car, no family. I spared myself the humiliation of getting yelled at after thinking I had found the perfect family for me! YOU were his closest friend, YOU chose to follow some HARLOT and betray him, YOU," I stopped for breath, speaking low, and more menacing than I ever thought I ever could, "You, tore the brakes from his car right before his last race. Not only did you kill innocent people, but you murdered Buster, the only man I called family."

         "Oh boo-hoo," he hissed, "You have no evidence, and soon, no car. You remember why I took your car, don't you? To swat a pesky insect out of my way. You were hot on my heels, so what else to do then to kick the dog that was about to make it's move and bite them? Our pasts are past, and I live in the future. Race me again, just like old times."

         "Your future is in the asylum, so I suggest you get that white jacket back on, just don't trip on the straps when you get in the state van, Bullet."

     He flinched at the old racing name. Bullet, the Speeding Bullet. Everyone in Buster's crew had a name associated with a fire arm of some sort. Calliber, Magnum, 22. , Torpedo; Buster being the head of the entire crew, was given the name Sniper. I was the odd one out. Tyson wanted the title of 'the odd one out'. He wanted to be called The Doctor', always wearing a white coat to prove it. But once the rumors came around, the public gave him the name of 'Speeding Bullet'. I came around 3 years afterward, already with the name 'Blue Butterfly'. Buster found me with no crew, and took me in.

         "My name, is 'The Black Mamba'." I could smell his breath he was so close to my face. I no longer had to look up either. We stared at each other for a very long time, until the cherry red car behind me revved his engine.

         "I have to go, duty calls." My voice was low, dripping with the hate I wanted to shove in his face.

         "Running away again?"

         "No, unlike you I know when to stop, when to continue, and when to avenge an old friend."

A got in Knockout's driver's seat.

         "And now is not the time."

     Closing Knockout's door, a little harder than I had intended, we sped off toward the Nemesis, our home. For a very long time, we were silent, the only noise coming from Knockout's engine as we sped down the highway. The arena was quite a few miles away from the war ship, and we had a very long time to talk when driving toward the arena, but now there was only silence. I had hoped that this silence would last until we arrived at our destination, but that wasn't to be.

         "You sure have a mysterious past," Knockout commented, "Feel like telling a story?"

I sighed.

         "There's no getting out of this is there?"

         "Afraid not Darling. Now spill it."

Sighing for another time, I made it short and sweet.

         "I found a family, Buster was the leader of the racing crew, Tyson was his best friend and ended up with some harlot whose name I've forced myself to forget. Later Tyson killed Buster for his spot in the family, only to find that without Buster, no one would stay. That aft took my car two days before Buster's death, making sure I wouldn't be able to follow him and unveil his plans."

Knockout was silent for a few moments, until:

         "No, I want the whole story, not just the highlights. From the very beginning, to the end."

         "Ugh! Why is this so important?!"

         "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU YOU IMBECILE!"

I stared at his radio in shock. I knew he loved me, and I loved him back, but I never expected it to be a reason to want to know my past. Like Tyson said, the past is past.

         "Now, tell me from the VERY beginning."

For awhile I stared off into the distance in silence. Before Knockout could yell at me again, I started my story, from the very beginning.

         "I was born into a broken family, my Sire was never around, and my Carrier beat me for the simplest of things, saying that it 'made up for my dead-beat father'. Once I was 16 I left to take on the world without my mother. She never missed me. Once I left I found her with a third husband holding her hand, a 'Happily Ever-after' in her future. I stole most of my acumulated money to feed myself, though I took odd jobs from time to time. When I was 18 I found work at an autobody shop. That's where I found the world of street racing. My boss often had odd calls to the back, and I followed once. Of course I was caught, and instead of threatening to call the cops, I told my boss that I wanted to join."

I stopped, making sure Knockout was still listening. If he wasn't I was going to offline him. Thankfully he was, voicing a small 'uh-huh' from his radio. I went on.

         "I flew up the ranks of the illegal world. From simple errand girl to top notch dealer and bargainer, also knowing a few simple tricks to make a false paper look authentic. I learned welding, painting, cleaning, as you know, and some of the simplest of things. Later I made enough money to buy my own car, though I bought it legally. My boss helped me spruce up the old Mustang, and soon had it matching my personality. Then I was bubbly, and overly friendly with just about everyone. A little of that showed itself back up when I met you." 

Knockout chuckled. I loved his chuckle. 

         "Afterward I started racing, I won a few here and there, but never became overly popular... Until the day I met Buster. That was the day I won my first No Rules match. They said I flew over my opponent as graceful as a butterfly in my blue Mustang. I can still remember crushing the Ferrari under my wheels. Oh how the screams of the driver rack my mind today as he watched his beautiful, sleek car get turned to scrap. I loved every second of it! When I had won, and was about to leave, Buster came around wanting my name. Of course I was still only a kid then, so my mind went instantly to 'stranger danger'. He asked me if I wanted to be in his crew, and like the little aft I am, I simply said 'what's in it for me?' He just laughed, and when he said 'family' I couldn't help but tell him 'okay'. I was with them for quite some time. Buster became my father figure, I didn't want a mother figure, so I never opened up to any of the girls there, though there was only three." 

         "I've only had to deal with one so far, how could you handle three?" 

I laughed, knowing the moody two-wheeler to be quite a handful when in the way. 

         "In case you haven't noticed, I happen to be a femme too.~" 

I put a finger to his steering wheel, another good time to flirt. He gave no response, so I just continued with the story, slightly disappointed.

         "Anyway, Tyson was his best friend at the time, practically inseperable, but after I came along, he started acting strange. He wouldn't race with us as often, he'd be distant and often head off on his own. Once I followed him, and only once. I saw him go straight to a rival's house, his little Harlot waiting for him outside. I didn't need to see anything else, so I drove away. I wondered if I should tell Buster, but I didn't want to without evidence. I started investigating, and started to get something after awhile, but Tyson was on to me. He must have found out because he stole my car, though I didn't know at the time. I left Buster and his crew, finding out the two days later that he, and several others, died in a freak accident. I knew it was Tyson, but the paper said 'brake failure'. I decided to erase my past afterward. The Blue Butterfly was no more. I stayed an innocent bystander for about three years, until I met you. I think  you know the rest." 

         "What did we do together again?" 

I hit his door slightly, the both of us laughing as we made our way to the Nemesis. 

         "Oh, I don't know, something about winning near 20 races now, including one match to the death." 

It was silent for another minute or two as we passed sand and rock, one lone bird flying high over the clouds that dotted the sky. 

         "How about we forget the past? You obviously aren't what you used to be, and Tyson is just a jerk with no life." 

That had to be the understatement of the era. 

         "Let's just think about the future, and have fun in the present." 

I agreed, soon drifting into a deep recharge. 

(Backstories. I love 'em! Hope you guys loved the chapter! I know at this point I won't get any comments, but thank you for the votes! I'm so glad this book had become so popular! Perhaps it will be my next hit (besides my BATIM fanfic of course, that one just exploded!) Thank you for everything! Love ya'll!)