^I love this art of Sideswipe! All credit to the artist of this piece because I can't draw!!^

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Your Pov
Your razor sharp twin katanas slice clear through the tree in front of you as the other Autobots work on clearing a space.
The others had decided to start a large fire in Denny's scrap yard, and you were given the task of getting enough wood.

The fire is going to be Cybertronian size, so Denny and Russel can't do anything to help other than point out large rocks to make a barrier around the fire.
So there you are. In the woods with your best friend, while Grimlock, Bumblebee, Drift, the minicons and Strongarm clear an area.

"I think that's enough Y/n."
Sideswipe startles you as he drops from the tree you were about to cut down next.
"Primus Sides! Don't do that!" You smack him upside the helm lightly and he pulls away with a yelp.

"What did I do?"
Instead of answering the bright red bot, you gather the cut wood on the platform.
"Help me get this back to the scrap yard Sides." You lift one end, and while still rubbing his helm, Sideswipe lifts the other to help you.

In no time at all, the two of you are back at the scrap yard and are dumping the cut wood in the already big pile.
"This wood pile is bigger than our house!" Russel exclaims as he and Denny try to push the wood into a more organised pile.

Drift and his minicons start taking wood from the pile and organizing it in the large rock-lined circle in the cleared out space in the yard.

With a sigh, you collapse to the ground and tune your radio to listen to music while waiting.
Sideswipe drops down beside you with an exaggerated groan and lays his helm on your legs.
"I'm beat!"

You shove him off with the intention to come up with a sarcastic reply when a song you reconise comes on a radio.
The first song you heard when you arrived on earth.

"Hey is that the song Warriors by the group of human singers who call themselves Imagine Dragons?" Sideswipe perks up at the song and he moves to sit behind you, leaning against your back.

With a sigh, you don't move away from him, instead, turning up the music on your radio.
Sideswipe hums along to the music surprisingly quietly while tapping his digits on his leg, but before you can tell him to stop, the song is over.

Switching off your radio, the two of you sit in silence as you watch the other bots and the humans finish the intricate design of the wood tower in the fire pit.

You lean back against your best friend with a sigh and allow the natural heat of his chassis warm you as the one sun of earth sets behind you.
"Hey Y/-" "Y/n!" Sideswipe is cut off as Russel runs over to us.
"We need you to do something! Dad's girlfriend (just pretend for the sake of the story) is coming over and dad wants to propose! Can you distract her until we're all done setting up?"

Your optics widen in surprise.
Denny is going to ask her to be his sparkmate?! "Of course I'll help!"

Third person view
The f/c femme jumped up and without her realising it, Sideswipe had started to move to grab her servo, but was too late and she was already halfway across the clearing with Russel on her shoulder as he told her what had to be done.

With a sigh, Sideswipe stands up and beckons over Slipstream and Jetstorm.
"Hey guys, can you help me with something?"

Your Pov
As you and Dallas (name of Denny's soon to be fiancée) sit on a large rock overlooking a beautiful lake in the woods, you start to feel as though someone is watching you.

Dallas changes the subject to medical related jobs close by, and without her noticing, you manage to scan the surrounding trees with your optics to check for any dangers.

Spotting a bit of purple that sticks out like a sore thumb in the green foliage, you instinctively move your servos to the swords sheathed on your back.
"Dallas. We're being watched." You speak lowly and she quiets at your words.

"Decepticons?" Her voice quivers and she stands up to move closer to you.

"Maybe. But we need to get out of here. Now." Transforming into a v/c (ground vehicle of your choice), you open your driver side door and Dallas jumps in just as the con Fracture and his minibots step out of the woods.

"We know that it's you Y/n."
"Yeah! Why don't you come out to play?" The minicons puff out their chests as they strut towards you, amd you can feel Dallas quivering in fear as you slide the seatbelt securely around her.

"Stop trying to impress me and get them!"

"Hold on. This might get a bit bumpy but I'll keep you safe." Your tires screech as you shoot forwards away from the cons and towards the scrapyard. Entering the heavily wooded area, your smaller frame is able to pass through trees that Fracture isn't,  and before long, only his minicons can follow you before he has to transform to bi-pedle mode to get through the dense trees.

Soon, you leave the minicons behind, your strong engine easily overpowering their small ones. Cutting onto a trail, you speed up as you look through the review mirror and spot Fracture in his alt-mode gaining quickly.

"Faster Y/n!" Dallas is a quivering mess on your front seat now, and you inwardly shudder at the thought of dealing with any human fluids in your interior.

"I'm going as fast as my engine will let me! There! The scrap yard!" Spotting the wall, you manage to speed up even more and transform. Grabbing Dallas in your hand, you run up a tilted tree and leap over the wall.

You knock over a tower of cars, but it's of little concern.

"Y/n?! Dallas?! This wasn't part of the plan!" Russel appears at the noise along with The minicons and Sideswipe.

"Fracture and his minicons. I had to get Dallas to safety. Hurry and get her inside till we're sure it's safe." You set Dallas gently on the ground and she waves a thanks as she stumbles towards the trailer. Seeing her, Denny runs after her, his preparing for his speech forgotten.

"Y/n? Are you ok?" Bumblebee and the other bots appear one by one, and you nod your head while your cooling fans kick on.

"Yes I'm fine. Just a chase. I'm not hurt." You turn around to scan the top of the wall for any sign of Fracture or his minicons, and when you are unable to see them, you finally relax and turn back to Bee.

"Sorry for messing up the plan.." You look to the ground in disappointment.

Feeling a servos on your shoulderpads, you look up to see Strongarm.
"It's ok. You were protecting Dallas. Shes safe and you're safe.  Thats all that matters." She sends you a warm smile and you can't help but grin back at the blue and white femme.

"Thanks Strongarm."
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"Why is Drift clinging to Grimlock exactly?"
"I was not clinging to him. I was simply checking to see if his shoulder armor was working well enough."

CRASH

A loud sound draws all of your attention, and you all look over to where it originated from.
One of Fractures minicons is rubbing his helm where he fell on it as the other looks up at the wall.

Behind you, a muffled scream draws your attention, and your helm whips around.

"Y/n?" Sideswipe takes a step closer to you as the others easily capture the protesting minicons and lock them in containment cells.

A laugh sounds from outside the walls. Multiple laughs.
That sounds like Thunderhoof, Steeljaw, Chopshot, Springload and Lockjaw!

Immediately, Bumblebee orders you to watch the humans as he and the others leave the scrap yard to go after the cons.
Sideswipe winks at you with a smirk before dashing out with a battle cry, the others close behind
The door slides shut on its own once the last Autobot leaves, and you can hear their confused voices.

"Y/n! It's a trap! It's only voice recordings! Be careful!" Sideswipe yells from the outside and you remember the muffled scream from before.

Transforming quietly into your alt mode, you drive around the exterior of the scrap yard, before slowly making your way to the middle. Keeping your headlights off, you watch as Fracture's now-released minicons tie a struggling Denny and Russel to a shelf.

"Come out come out wherever you are human. I won't hurt you...much." Fracture's voice rings out around the scrap yard, and you swivel your attention to a small shape behind you.

You transform as quietly as possible and hold one digit over a surprised Dallas's mouth in case she were to scream.

"Y/n.. what are we supposed to do?" She voice is hushed as she crouches behind a shelf beside you.

"I need a disguise. And your help. "
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"Time to put on your war paint. "

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Up next- War paint (Sideswipe) Part 2