Universe: G1 of course XD
Characters: Jazz, Bumblebee, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Prowl, and Optimus Prime.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Transformers Foul Language
Plot: What if the four fastest Autobots raced?
A/N: Sorry for errors in grammar and such. I don't ever bother to check XP

The rec room was fairly empty. Many bots just grabbed their energon, attending to their shifts. There were a few scuffle marks planted on the ground as it was morning and the Autobot army was just beginning to awaken. This particular morning, however, brought the fastest Autobots together which rarely occurred.

The four Autobots sat in chairs around a table, huddled. They each had a cube of energon, the amount of energon left differed among them. They were each playing cards. Sideswipe usually brought them as he was trying to outsmart Smokescreen, so practiced with them. He had a game planned with the blue winged bot later and he intended on They didn't seem to mind helping anyway. Well...helping wouldn't be the exact term. Jazz wanted to show off. Sunstreaker grew more frustrated each round so he kept promising to make his brother 'sorry' (he didn't). And Bumblebee just wanted to play. They were very occupied and having a grand old time until one of them got an idea. Which eventually led them to their dimise...

"'Ey ya mechs got shifts today?" Jazz piped up as he placed his card down. His pedes had stopped tapping the floor, indicating his internal music playing inside his helm has stopped. Bumblebee placed down his card right after him.

"Nope, don't have a shift until tomorrow afternoon," Bumblebee stated proudly although his focus never leaving his cards.

"No," Sunstreaker said simply before he took a swing of his cube. He set his card down on the table once he finished.

"I do later, Prowls still after me ever since I pulled that last prank." He huffed. "That mech can't let things go, can he?"

"You messed with Teletran 1." Jazz told him simply, all three of the members looking at Sideswipe with a deadpan look. Sideswipe scoffed.

"Whatever, It's either sixteen hundred hours or fifteen... I'll have to check. Why? What's going through your processor?" Sideswipe asked as he trumped them all and then began collecting their cards. A common card game Spike had shown Smokescreen which Smokescreen taught Sideswipe.

"Well we don't get ta hang out often and ah was just thinkin' maybe we do somethin'." Jazz shrugged.

"We are. We're playing cards so I can beat Smokescreen." Sideswipe piped up as he began shuffling the cards on the table.

"I don't know...Jazz is right. This is getting a little boring." Bumblebee shrugged as he leaned back in the chair. His digit tapping against the side of his cube.

"How about ah lil' competition?"

"Again," Sideswipe's optics glanced up. "We are. We're playing cards so I can beat Smokescreen."

"Nah, mech. Ya not gettin' it." Jazz shook his helm, grabbing his cube and taking a few sips.

"Well, you're not exactly telling us what you mean." Sunstreaker rose an optic ridge. Jazz began to smile in a giddy sense. He set down his cube as he looked up at the golden warrior.

"What about we figure out who's actually tha fastest?" Jazz proposed. He received no response. Jazz smirked at their blank looks.

"Wait, what?" Sideswipe asked with a blink of confusion. "Where did this come from?"

"Ahm sayin' mechs, we all know we tha fastest Autobots 'ere but who's faster than tha fastest Autobot?" Jazz beamed with delight.

"You..." Bumblebee blinked. "You want us to race?" Jazz threw up his servos in surrender.

"Ah didn't say ya had ta. Ah just sayin' we haven't got it settled yet and since ya ain't busy..." Jazz shrugged as he placed down his offer. Sideswipe looked to his brother as he placed the cards together in one stack.

"That," Sideswipe paused, his optics flashing as he began to grow intrigued. "Doesn't sound that bad actually." he agreed slowly with a nod.

"I'm in, but only to show you losers that this race is idiotic because I'll be winning," Sunstreaker told them firmly. His optics were sharp as he looked to the smaller bots in front of him.

Bumblebee snorted.

"And you believe that?"

"I know it." Sunstreaker scoffed. Sideswipe smirked in amusement at the two.

"Something to say, Sideswipe?" Sunstreaker challenged with narrowed optics.

"I just think it's funny how you both think you can beat me at my own game." He shrugged, his smirk twitching, anxious to grow wider.

"Your game?" Jazz laughed. "Ah don't think so, mech." He grinned widely. His visor was bright as his lips twitched growing glee.

"Well duh, I practically have a sign taped to my fore-helm saying I'm pure speed. Have you seen the amount of tickets I recieve?"

"Naturally. Ah send em to Prowl." Jazz dipped his helm. "Ah talk ta Prowl about pathetic they are compared ta what they could be."

"You think you can beat me Jazz?" Sideswipe snorted as he placed the cards into his subspace.

"Oh I know," Jazz remarked. "So ah am correct if ah assume we racin' today?" Jazz asked with a smug grin.

"This is a little ridiculous." Bumblebees raised his servos. "Let's think about this for a second, don't we need Primes permission before we just...you know," Bumblebee spoke up carefully. His optics bouncing between the three mechs. "Run off?" He finished.

Sunstreaker faked a cough, his servo muffling his comment, "Chicken." Bumblebee returned a glare.

"Nah, he won't even know we're gone." Sideswipe cheekily amended.

"Are you sure about that? You know how Optimus is with his crew..." Bumblebee pointed out as he shifted in his chair.

"Oh I'm positive, he has official meetings all day with Wheeljack and the others. Something about putting a security sensor around Teletran," Sideswipe said with absolute boredom as he shrugged. Jazz looked to the red mech with surprise.

"Hold on ah nano-sec, how do you know that?" Jazz demanded with a hint of radiance. Sideswipe held up a finger.

"A magician never reveals their secret," he pointed out. A smug expression across his features.

"You need to stop watching human reality television shows." Sunstreaker shook his helm. His optics giving a roll of annoyance.

"What? I just snooped around a little, so what? Jazz would know," Sideswipe shrugged. Jazz gave him a unamused look. Sideswipe gave him a cheeky smile then turned into a cocky smirk. "Besides, by the time Prowl figures out something's up, you guys will be caught cause you'll be too slow."

"Actually he'll catch you t-," Bumblebee began softly but it was ignored through Jazzs intrupption.

"Oh alright," Jazz laughed. "Let's make ah bet then." He leaned forward, intertwining his digits and laying his servos on the table.

"Now we're talking." Sunstreaker leaned forward in anticipation.

"Ah bet 15 credits Sideswipe will at least come in third." Jazz started, slapping a servo on the table.

"15? Is that all I'm worth?" Sideswipe huffed in mock hurt. "Wow, I might as well be the same price for human gum."

"How do you even know about that?" Bumblebee asked knitting his optic ridges together.

"Long story," Sideswipe waved a servo. Bumblebee blinked but let it go. Although still very confused.

"I agree with him. We should bump it up. Make it more exhilarating." Sunstreaker nodded.

"Wow, big words coming from Sunny," Sideswipe snickered. Sunstreaker swiftly smacked him upside the helm."250 credits say I win."

"Straight to the ego," Jazz nodded his helm as he made a mental note of the bet Sunstreaker laid down. Sunstreaker sent him a threatening glare. Jazz ignored it.

"So, is the sweet Bumblebee gonna make a bet? Or are you not going to bother?" Sideswipe provoked smugly. Bumblebee frowned.

"I can make a bet-"

"Yeah?"

"But, I'm choosing not to." Bumblebee gave to.

"Aww, that's right. He's too innocent." Sideswipe shrugged. Jazz watched the exchange with mild intrest.

"I'm not a sparkling, Sideswipe." Bumblebee leveled a glare. "Just I don't want to." Bumblebee shrugged.

"Why? Think your going to lose?" Sideswipe pushed, his upper frame leaning forward with challenge. Bumblebee's bright baby blue optics flashed with growing annoyance.

"Unlike you, I keep my credits saved for things more important." Bumblebee snapped.

"This isn't?" Sideswipe scoffed.

"Fine, 10 credits." Bumblebee threw up his servo in irratation. Sunstreaker looked to Sideswipe but Sideswipe wasn't done yet.

"10? That's it?" He asked, suprise written across his faceplates.

"I already don't want to bet, Sideswipe. Back off." Bumblebee crossed his arms, forming defensive body language. Sideswipe read it clearly but chose to ignore the signs.

"Fine,"

"Besides if you do win then how will it do me any favor?" Bumblebee snapped with confused optics. His mouth forming a deep frown.

"Ey now, dat's enough. This is just friendly competition guys."

"Leave it to Sideswipe to make it something it isn't." Sunstreaker noted under his breath. Sideswipe mocked him silently. Sunstreaker smacked him again.

"Would you stop doing that!?"

"Would you stop being an idiot?" Sunstreaker retorted as he faced his brother. Jazz rubbed his forehelm.

"Primus,"

...

Sideswipe, being the overdramatic, was stretching his calves as he waited for Jazz to acumpilate a race track for them.

Bumblebee merely stared at the road, contemplating if this race was really worth it. His bet had suddenly moved from 10 to 345. Despair was settling within his tanks.

"I can't believe I have to give 345 to each of you just because I don't win," he groaned.

"Relax, Bee. Have some fun!" Sideswipe smiled from his stretching. Bumblebee scrunched up his face in dissatisfaction.

"This isn't a way to have fun."

"Yes it is." Sideswipe paused for a moment in his popping and pulling to look at Bumblebee seriously. "You need to have confidence and," he pointed to the small yellow bot. "You need to loosen up. What's got you so tense anyway?"

Bumblebee crossed his arms as he sighed. "It's silly."

Sideswipe rose an optic ridge. "But it's clearly bothering you." He pointed out. Bumblebee shifted silently.

"There hasn't been a lot of Decepticon sightings or activity lately, I'm just worried their planning something big." He mumbled. Sideswipe hummed.

"That does some to be a concern around here." Sideswipe tapped his chin thoughtfully before looking back to a nervous Bumblebee. "But you can't let your worries get in the way of having fun. You should know this better than any of us do, your always cheerful. " Sideswipe smiled, setting a servo on his shoulder. "It's going to be fine."

"I guess 345 credits isn't as bad as it could be..."

"Not really," Sideswipe tilted his helm slightly.

"You could have worse. You could be offlined." Sunstreaker wore a nice smirk across his features. His arms were crossed. His optics looked out to the horizon, his engine already rumbling.

"Primus, what are ya mechlin's tryin' to teach Bee here!?" Jazz groaned, facepalming from off to the side. "Cancel that negativity and let's get the race started!"

"I take it you have the track set up?" Sideswipe peered over. Jazz began to smirk.

"Ah thought about it...the Witwickys and back?" Jazzs visor brightened.

Bumblebee cleared his throat before letting a confident smile cross his features. "Bring it,"

...

The four Autobots barely made it 5 minutes into their race before getting pulled over. The twins were hesitant but after Jazzs persuasion that they could continue after they deal with the officers.

Engines came to a rumbling stop. An officer stepped out of the drivers seat and adjusted his hat before making his way over to the first car in front of him. Once he reached Sunstreakers window, he tapped against the glass. The officer turned to look over then realized no one was in the drivers seat. The officer stepped back in shock.

"What in the world is-?" The officer was cut off as Sunstreaker transformed.

"Did you just touch my glass with your greasy fingers?" Sunstreaker began to snarl. He crouched down and glared at the man. The officer blinked before chuckling.

"Oh yer one of them Autobots, aren't you?" The officer laughed. The other bots transformed and Jazz stepped forward.

"Yes sir, that's us. Can we help ya officer?" He asked kindly. The officer stared in amazement at the four before shaking his head, clearing away his surprise.

"Yes, actually you can. Do you know fast you four were going?" He asked looking to the red bot in almost disgust. Sideswipe winced. He must have quite the reputation back at the city's station.

"Um...faster than Jazz?" He offered weakly. Jazz snorted quietly.

"No, you were going almost 215 mph."

"Whoa, I think that's a record Sunny" Sideswipe looked to his brother. "Or have we gone higher?"

Sunstreaker glared at the use of the nickname but crossed his arms. "I'm pretty sure we've gone higher."

"You think this is funny huh?" The officer crossed his arms, unimpressed. "I think I'll see your lisence and registration, please."

The four bots gaped at the human.

"You ought to be out of your mind!" Sunstreaker snapped.

"We are the car dumbaft." Sideswipe crossed his arms in return to the man.

"Twins!" Jazz warned, silencing the two. "I'm sorry officer but ya must be mistaken. We can't have those things if we are the car." He frowned.

"Are you citizens here?" The officer asked with a slow smirk.

"Uh, I think so." Bumblebee piped in. "Didn't Prime make us ones?" He questioned under his breath. Jazz shrugged.

"Ah dunno."

"Well if you are citizens then you gotta have these things. So I'll be turning you four in for speeding and having no lisence."

"What!?" Sunstreaker crouched real low to the officer. "You can't arrest us four just cause we don't have no slagging papers you fleshbags care about."

"Are you sure about that? I think I can add resisting arrest to that list." The officer raised an eyebrow. "Not sure if your leader, or whatever, would like that too much."

"The glitch knows we aren't citizens!" Sideswipe gawked. Sunstreaker snarled in anger as he stood and reeled back his pede.

"Why you son of a-."

...

The time was eleven hundred hours when Optimus Prime had finished his third meeting. The exhausted stumbling bot had entered his office and collapsed onto his chair. His upper frame leaned forward and he placed his helm into his servos as he groaned. The bot was drained. Cybertronians are used to long days but meetings with the science department (and Red Alert) always made it seem like it was longer. Optimus Prime was looking forward to a nice cube after a few datapads needing his signature. Before he could reach for a single datapad, his comm pinged. Optimus sighed and answered.

"Optimus here." He spoke into his comm and picked the datapad up carefully.

"I am not disturbing you sir, am I?" Came his SIC's voice. His tone was very disturbed and very displeased.

"Go ahead, Prowl." Optimus spoke with a bit of regret. He hoped it wasn't nothing critical hearing his friends tone.

"Are you currently at your office? I...I must speak with you privately." Prowl spoke hesitantly. Optimus frowned and put his datapad down.

"Of course. What is the matter?" He asked, his concern growing. "Has something happened?"

"I believe it's best if I were to inform you of the situation, as the humans would put it, face to face. I'll be there in a moment." Prowl ended the comm. Optimus sat frozen in confusion yet worry. It was the middle of the day and most Autobots got anxious and grumpy by now. Most would cause fights around this time of day, but it was very rare Optimus had to come to address the issue himself.

Optimus tried to backtrack to Prowls tone. He sounded very worn yet annoyed but also confused. Optimus wanted to groan. He hoped the twins hadn't done something stupid. The commander was not in the mood to deal with them after the meetings. Although Prowl usually had a good grip for their consequences, why was this being reported to him?

Optimus figured he should just stop thinking of a logical answer and just wait.

It did not last long.

Apparently Prowl had been in a rush as well. The doors opened swiftly and Prowl took long strides to his desk.

"You are needed to sign release papers." He spoke with a frown. His doorwings were low in aggravation and his optics were sharp.

Optimus didn't stop himself from raising his optic ridge in confusion. "Release papers?"

"That is correct."

"Care to elaborate?" Optimus asked, looking up to his SIC. His engine rumbling softly as he was growing more and more concerned but also very annoyed. And his patient wearing thin.

"I'll read you the police report," Prowl looked down and lifted the release papers up. "I'll skip parts just to keep it short, 'Subject A, B, C, and D have reached 145 mph over the speed limit at 0902. Officer Raider and Officer Grant have managed to pull over the Subjects but Subject C (gold) began to complain to the Officers, kicking one of the Officers squad cars. Subject D (yellow) and Subject A (white) began to stop the situation from worsening. Subject B (red) did not help the situation by laughing in amusement and threatened he would', I quote,
'win the race while you sorry afts can eat my afterburner dust.'
Subject B (red) then transformed into his car mode and began circling donuts around the Officers and the subjects making taunts before driving off. The Officers began shouting their request that they would cooperate while they got another Officer to chase him down. Subject C (gold) ignored all demands and told the Officers to, I quote,
'go frag yourselves, I'm not wasting time here to lose a bet of 250', then transformed and drove off after Subject B. Subject A (white) began apologizing for the inconvenience but the Officers were blatantly put, ticked." Prowl looked to Optimus who's optics were wide.

"He said that!?" Optimus rose from his chair in pure frustration. "So if those two ran off, why do I need to sign police papers?"

Prowl submitted a sigh. He returned his gaze to the paper and continued. "Subject D (yellow) began frantically shouting in fear and Subject A began to try to calm him. The Officers called for back up to stop the Subjects B and C. By 0919 A helicopter was sent after many attempts by five squad cars for the Subjects to pull over. Subject B (red) proceeded to shout taunts while Subject C (gold) told them what they could go do to one another so they could finish their 'race'. The helicopter airdropped a spike strip approximately 200 yards in front of the subjects. Subjects ran over the spikes and began loosing control. Subject B (red) transformed while still reaching 167 mph and stumbled into a building. Subject C (gold) continued to drive and hit a fire hydrant, causing a leak to flow into the city. By 0923 the city square began to flood. The Officers began their arrest of all four subjects and called the city's Firefighters to stop the flooding.'" Prowl ended. Optimus was groaning and rubbing his helm.

"You have got to be kidding me." He muttered under breath.

"I do not kid." Prowl said. "Now, release papers?" He questioned. Optimus looked up with a pointed look.

"No Prowl, I think I'm going to give them a little visit, then maybe I'll sign release papers." He spoke darkly and began exiting his office. Prowl blinked but nodded.

"As you wish, Prime." He followed him in step out the door. Although his steps weren't as forceful as the Commanders. Prowl wondered if how hot Optimus was becoming from his anger, the floor might melt under his pedes. As Prowl felt as though it could happen under his pedes too.

...

Optimus Prime stared through the bars while Sunstreaker glared.

"Are you going to let us out or not?" The golden warrior growled under his breath.

"I have half a mind to keep you four there!" Optimus Prime finally snapped. His optics looked over each and every one of them with disappointment.

Bumblebee winced off to the side. Jazz laid a comforting servo on his shoulder.

"I expected this behavior from younglings but this...this is unacceptable! Cursing to human officers, racing without my consent, and even kicking a humans car! Sunstreaker, what were you thinking!?" Optimus crossed his arms in anger. Sunstreaker grumbled under his breath and looked away. "And you," he spoke lowly as he looked to Sideswipe. "You are still on probation from the last stunt you pulled." He narrowed his optics.

Sideswipe groaned and sat on the floor. "Prime, we really didn't mean this to happen. We just were racing and then it all went..." Sideswipe trailed off as Optimus didn't seem very interested in his excuse. "Shutting up."

Optimus shook his helm as he tried to calm down. An awkward silence hung.

"I expected better from you Bumblebee. You know this isn't tolerable." Prime spoke with a sigh finally. Bumblebee felt guilt wash over his spark.

"I'm sorry Optimus..." He mumbled.

Prowl stepped forward with narrowed optics. "I want to know who's idea this was this instant." He demanded cooly.

There was no answer.

"Well?" Prowl pressed.

"We ain't snitches, Prowl." Sideswipe huffed as he flicked a piece of rumble off his arm. Prowl hummed and looked to Optimus who remained silent with a  stern gaze.

"If you won't tell me that then why did you argue with the officer?" Prowl placed his servos on his hips.

"Because he said we weren't citizens just cause we didn't have a lisence and registration!" Sideswipe threw up his servos. "It was stupid!"

"Exactly! We're Autobots, we save these fleshlings all the time and we ain't citizens just cause we don't have any papers that say so?!" Sunstreaker sneered as he leaned against the wall.

"What are you talking about?" Prowl blinked in confusion. "Of course you're citizens! Optimus and I made sure of it as soon as we found out humans had traffic laws." Prowl explained.

Jazzs jaw dropped. " How come ah ain't hear about it!?" Jazz frowned, very displeased.

"You did. I placed a datapad on your desk about it. Don't you remember reading it?" Prowl questioned as he raised an optic ridge.

Jazz felt embrassment overcome him as glares were whipped his way.

"Uh...sure, Prowl. Sure ah do." He rubbed his helm sheepishly.

Prowl clenched his fists. "Getting to matter at hand, all four of you will be serving the next month in the brig when you are not completing patrols or missions. But for today I figured I should give you a break from the brig since you have been serving it here."

Jazz grimaced. "Ah don't like the sound of that..."

"You should be thanking me honestly since in the brig at the base, you are not allowed to talk to one another. So for today, you are to assist Ratchet in cleaning his medbay." Prowl informed them.

"Were slagging dead mechs,"

Bumblebee whined and rubbed his faceplate. "I knew this was a bad idea! I told you guys but no one listens to poor ole innocent Bumblebee!" He huffed as he glared at Sideswipe.

"If it makes you feel better I'll cancel the bets." Sideswipe shrugged. Sunstreaker glared darkly at his twin.

"I don't think so, I want my credits, Sideswipe." He growled.

Sideswipe leaned his helm back against the cool wall. "Sorry Sunshine, but the race was intruppted, remember? It doesn't actually count so I can't give you that 250."

Jazz sighed and riased his servo like a child in a classroom as Sunstreaker snarled in annoyance and slowly approached his brother in a threatening manner.

Sideswipe gulped and slid away from the wall as his brother glared.

"What is it, Jazz?" Optimus released a heavy vent as he pulled his servo away from his forehelm.

"Can ah get ah separate brig?" He asked eyeing the twins as Sideswipe ran for his life while Sunstreaker chased him down.

A/N: Welp, there's no clear answer when it's comes to those four racing. Hope you enjoyed! :)