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♚;;— "Your title is ROYAL Engineer. Don't question me."
☢ ;;— At first Wheeljack distractedly nodded, attention very much glued to the holographic blueprint displayed before him. One servo paused as the words finally registered and the engineer looked up in confusion, servo still hovering over the blueprint.
“Wait, what? Title? Since when do I get a title? And why royal…?”
He wasn’t a royal anything, if you asked him.
;†; Darkstorm looked as touched as she felt. She was so used to weathering sicknesses on her own or working hard despite them. But having someone want to help her? Well, she didn’t know what to say.
She beamed as she fully opened the door and stepped aside. “Wheeljack, you are far too kind to me. Thank you.” She began to slowly make her way back to her berth. The room was starting to spin again and she didn’t want to faint in front of him. “I do hope you’re careful though. I’d feel terribly guilty if you became ill on my account.”
☢ ;;— Wheeljack followed her inside with a hidden smile, happy his visit was welcomed. It was often a little difficult to find the free time to be social, but he’d deliberating set aside his workload for the joor.
“I should be fine. I’m pretty resistant to most stuff. I’ve been told it might be a chronic case of the crazies keeping everything else at bay!” His optics were bright as he chuckled at his own odd humor. He made sure she got back to her berth without mishap before he found a place to sit himself.
“Did you want that energon now, or should I leave it somewhere for later?”
12 and 19
12. What was your last dream about?
“I’m not sure actually. I usually don’t remember them.“ Which might because he never got enough recharge, and when he did, his systems shut down so completely, there just wasn’t processing power for it to spare.
“I think the last dream I remember was sort of weird. Something about being a turbo fox and a space ship and saving the universe.”
19. How do you feel about spark bonding?
“In general? I think it’s a special connection that bots are lucky to share. How many people do you meet in a lifetime that you would share everything with like that? If I were to find someone…” he trailed off and shook his helm, a soft vent leaving him.
“Let’s just say I’ve been rather unlucky in that department.”
”Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”
;†; Bleary, dull crimson optics hesitantly onlined. Hearing a soft knock on the door to her quarters, she righted herself before gasping and holding onto her helm. All right, perhaps that was a bit too quick. She waited until the room stopped spinning enough for her to navigate properly before clumsily padding towards the door. She opened it a crack before smiling.
“Wheeljack, what a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you?”
☢ ;;— “Actually, I was hoping I could do something for you.” The poor femme looked worse for the wear, and he sincerely hoped he hadn’t woken her from any rest she clearly needed.
“I heard you weren’t feeling well, so I thought maybe you’d like company and some warm energon.” He’d brought some low-grade with him, with a couple of additives he’d gotten from Flatline that should help her deal with whatever virus had taken to her systems.
♚;;— Wheeljack’s shifting field was enough to set Starscream’s systems back online; as a result, he powered up more quickly than was necessary, optics flashing online in a sudden flare of red. Wing joints tightened and flared, arching his back away from the table ever-so-subtly, before the Seeker blearily blinked down at the engineer.
“Why, hello there~” he murmured through a smirk, before sudden pangs flared from being in such an uncomfortable position all recharge cycle long. Vents gusted out still air in one large rush; unless Starscream managed to find rest again later, he would be in for a long, sore, grumpy day.
His arm retracted from around Wheeljack for him to rub at his temples. “As good as an idea as it sounds at the time, do remind me not to recharge on a table ever again.”
☢ ;;— Well, that solved his problem of how to wake the Seeker. He unwound his arms from around his waist to allow him to stretch more fully, optics doing a wonderful job of looking everywhere but at him. It was embarrassing, yes, but part of him wondered why he was this flustered over it.
Was it because it was Starscream? Or was it just his proximity? Both? He was acting like a new build with a- Maybe it would be better if he didn’t think on it too hard.
Wheeljack nodded mutely, winglets taut behind him. He didn’t quite trust himself to speak yet, at least not without giving away his embarrassment. He wasn’t all that sure he’d done a good job at it, what with his stiff frame and messy field. Primus knew what the Seeker would make of him.
“Yeah... tables aren’t all that great. I would know from experience!” There. Words. Coherent words with no stutter even. though the following laugh was a little too shaky for his tastes.
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17. What would your ideal partner be like?
Given the start of their day, the question made him squirm a little. It was just a simple question, and Starscream was probably aiming to make him embarrassed again since he seemed to enjoy it so much.
“Er, I’ve never really thought about it? I mean, I have, but not a whole lot. I guess the important thing for me is someone willing to put up with me? Inventing is my life, and I put a lot of time and effort into it. As long as someone’s willing to accept that and doesn’t mind me going on and on about it… Everything else can be worked out.”
Someone who didn’t mind his more cuddly-nature would be nice, too, but he omitted that in an attempt to save some of his dignity.
38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without recharge?
“…well… much longer than any medic would recommend, let’s just leave it at that.”
52. Favorite way to have your energon?
“Warmed, with a little bit of tungsten thrown in.”
74. Are you ticklish?
“No. No, really. I’m not.” His voice was firm, but his winglets had risen in telltale alarm at seeing this question.
76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?
“Uh, well, I was the head of engineering for the Autobots, and counted as an officer because of it. Didn’t really do much authoritating, though… Too busy anticipating what we need and making sure we had it when we needed it.”
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☢ ;;— << I can most certainly try at the very least. >>
☢ ;;— A quiet knock sounded at Darkstorm’s quarters. He’d opted for the gentle rapping over the more charring chime having heard the femme was suffering from some sort of virus. Hopefully she wasn’t too under the weather for a visit, but even if she was, he could at least wish her well.
“Darkstorm? It’s Wheljack.”
Get to Know Me Uncomfortably Well (modified for TF)
1. What is your name?
2. How old are you?
3. Where are you from?
4. Who is your patron Prime?
5. What is your favorite color?
6. What's your lucky number?
7. Do you have any pets?
8. Where are you from?
9. How tall are you?
10. What frame class are you?
11. How many paint jobs have you gone through?
12. What was your last dream about?
13. What are you good at doing?
14. Do you have any unusual abilities?
15. Favorite song?
16. Favorite movie?
17. What would your ideal partner be like?
18. Do you want to serve as a mentor?
19. How do you feel about spark bonding?
20. Are you religious?
21. Have you ever been to the hospital?
22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?
23. Have you ever met any celebrities?
24. Which is better, an oil bath or a hot waxing?
25. What color is your paint right now?
26. What are you most known for?
27. What would you actually prefer to be most known for?
28. What type of music do you like?
29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?
30. Do you use pillows as a borrowed Earth convenience?
31. What position do you usually recharge in?
32. How big is your living space?
33. How often do you have to refuel?
34. Have you ever fired a gun?
35. Have you ever tried archery?
36. Favorite clean word?
37. Favorite swear word?
38. What's the longest you've ever gone without recharge?
39. Do you have any scars?
40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?
41. Are you a good liar?
42. Are you a good judge of character?
43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?
44. Do you have a strong accent?
45. What is your favorite accent?
46. What is your personality type?
47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?
48. Can you curl your glossa?
49. How were you created?
50. Left or right handed?
51. Are you scared of spiderbots?
52. Favorite way to have your energon?
53. What's your alt mode?
54. Are you a clean or messy bot?
55. Most used phrase?
56. Most used word?
57. Are you a stickler for keeping up outward appearances?
58. Do you have much of an ego?
59. Are your dentae jagged or flat?
60. Do you talk to yourself?
61. Do you sing to yourself?
62. Are you a good singer?
63. Biggest fear?
64. Are you a gossip?
65. Best dramatic holovid you've seen?
66. Do you have light, average, or heavy armor?
67. Can you name every major city-state on Cybertron?
68. Current work duties?
69. Extrovert or Introvert?
70. Have you ever considered an aquatic alt mode?
71. What makes you nervous?
72. Are you scared of the dark?
73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?
74. Are you ticklish?
75. Have you ever started a rumor?
76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?
77. Did you ever defy any rules meant to safeguard newbuilds?
78. Have you ever done questionable substances?
79. Who was your first real crush?
80. How many modifications do you have?
81. What is your idle fidget?
82. How fast can you type?
83. What's your top speed?
84. Do you have biolights, and if so, in what color?
85. What color are your optics?
86. Do you have any allergies?
87. Do you keep a journal?
88. Do you know Primal Vernacular?
89. Do you like your age?
90. What makes you angry?
91. Do you like your designation?
92. Have you ever been to a planet other than Earth or Cybertron?
93. Would you mentor a newbuild (or raise a sparkling)?
94. What are your strengths?
95. What are your weaknesses?
96. How do you feel about Minicons?
97. Have you suffered any unusually notable injuries?
98. Do you collect anything?
99. Horizontal or tilted berth?
100. What do you keep in your quarters?
♚;;— When Wheeljack wakes, he will be confronted by the lightly-sleeping form of Starscream, optics shuttered and offline, with an arm wrapped around Wheeljack's frame. If asked, his excuse would be that he was keeping Wheeljack from slipping off and onto the floor.
☢ ;;—Wheeljack didn’t immediately process who he was snuggled up against. Just that he wasn’t alone for once and he was entirely too comfortable to be bothered forcing his systems to online all at once. He let them come up naturally, arms tightening around the other as he allowed himself to just be for a moment. He was a tactile mech at spark, and it was only now that he realized just how much he’d been missing the companionable touch of someone close.
It was as his higher processes finally sorted themselves out that he realized just who he was leaning so comfortably into: Starscream. For a moment, he sat there frozen, seeing but unbelieving. How- when- why? Slowly it came back to him as his now rested mind pieced it together, unhindered by the exhaustion and strain he’d been under the previous cycle.
This was not a situation he ever expected to be in. Why hadn’t Starscream dumped him a berth somewhere and been done with it? Or more importantly, actually, why had he decided sitting in Wheeljack’s lap and proclaiming himself a gift had been a good idea? Unbidden, the embarrassment of the entire situation hit him at once.
He’d used the Seeker as a pillow. He’d told him, to his face, that he was comfy and warm. He was still currently clinging to the mech - though now it was in mortified fear that if he moved he’d wake him up.
So there he sat, a lapful of recharging Seeker, while he tried in vain to think of a way to wake him up before he became too much of a flustered mess to string a sentence together.
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♚;;— Starscream couldn’t help but chuckle at that, briefly meeting Wheeljack’s gaze before the white-finned helm ducked back down.
“Among other things, yes,” Starscream murmured. It was beyond him as to how Wheeljack saw his frame as comfortable – it was specifically designed to be flashy and untouchable, with sharp angles and sweeps of plating that while attracting the optic, also deterred the servo from ever approaching– unless allowed by its owner, of course.
Starscream was not one to enjoy most physical contact, after all.
The grey helm tilted to the side, watching the engineer – how could he be so at ease around the jet? Wheeljack knew what he had done during the war, what he was capable of even now, and yet the white mech allowed himself to display this amount of vulnerability… It was nearly unthinkable to Starscream.
Maybe that was what drew him in.
☢ ;;— Wheeljack did know what Starscream had done, and what he was capable of, but some part of him also recognized that the Seeker meant him no harm. It was a conundrum his conscious mind couldn’t quite rationalize, and he certainly couldn’t puzzle it out in his current state. He was operating on mostly instinct and he simply did not feel any threat.
Maybe that was why he felt the need to give the Seeker a second chance even when logic dictated he should have never even tried in the first place. Maybe all he needed was someone to actually believe in him for him to break out of the mold everyone placed him in. Why should he change when no one ever let him try?
Thoughts growing fuzzier as his systems tried to slide into recharge, he fought it off a bit longer. “Comfy and warm,” he added in reply, a quite laugh escaping him. Something of the situation demanded he take notice of it, but he was just too tired to even try.
He’d figure it out later.
“Yeah, totally! I was just there, actually. Mirage needed medical attention now that we’re off the shuttle,” he nodded. The only reason he was here was because he knew that Mirage was stabilizing. And he wanted to see Wheeljack.
“I’m not sure how long I’ll be here… but I assume I’ll be going back to the Lost Light eventually. I mean…” There was a slight bounce to his step as he walked. “I am CMO now. I can’t stay away forever.”
☢ ;;— Concern colored his field at the mention of Mirage needing medical attention. “Is he all right? Nothing happened on the way back to Cybertron, did it?”
His concern, while still there, was soon overshadowed by his surprise over First Aid’s following news. “CMO? I- I’m happy for you, Aid. Congratulations! I’m guessing Ratchet finally stepped down?“
Primus, he was so out of touch with everything. He hoped the stubborn medic had finally given the reins up willingly. It was too easy to see him fighting it nut and bolt, though. He had been for a while. If anyone needed a break, Ratchet had needed one vorn ago.
And if there was any mech that could fill that spot, well, he was standing there right beside him.
“I mean… it’s never calm. But Ratchet is back on board. I came here with a few others… But I don’t know too much about what’s going on. I figure they need a medic, though. Otherwise I wouldn’t have been sent.”
☢ ;;— Wheeljack nodded, shuffling his way deeper into the Lab with Aid in tow. “Flatline could use another experienced medic around. He’s been kinda frazzled lately. Think we all have been. Just bad timing and everything suddenly needing attention.”
What was that human saying?
When it rained it poured? Something like that.
♚;;— Oh, but Wheeljack most certainly wasn’t dreaming. For now, Starscream would let it pass. Later….. Well, that was another story entirely.
“You may,” Starscream replied. He settled back further against the table, elbows resting on the edge of the flat surface as he watched Wheeljack’s still half-asleep form struggle to understand what was happening– before apparently giving up entirely. The Seeker’s right servo raised from its perch to touch the white mech – it hovered hesitantly over Wheeljack’s exhausted frame, before he sighed heavily and withdrew.
“I’m not exactly what one would consider comfortable, as it were,” he mused a moment later.
☢ ;;— Wheeljack glanced up at him briefly, a short noise of disagreement leaving him before his helm was pillowed right back on his chest. It went without saying that the Seeker was the only thing currently keeping him up right.
It wasn’t a bad place to be, he decided a moment later. That was a rather surreal thought, but he was too tired to figure out why it should bother him. Despite his claim otherwise, Starscream was comfortable. And warm.
Wheeljack’s optics shuttered of their own accord, and his verbal reply was half mumbled, “Liar.”
“I wondered if I would find you here,” First Aid said, beaming. “Surprise! I was sent here to help with what’s been going on.”
☢ ;;— Wheeljack hadn’t been told beforehand at all, but it was the sort of surprise he liked best: a happy surprise. Belatedly realizing he was blocking the entryway, he stepped aside and waved the medic in. It was more of a mess than it usually was, but he’d been busy almost nonstop.
“We can use all the help we can get, honestly. Though... won’t the Lost Light be missing you? Did things calm down on board? I mean, they must have if they let you go.” He was rambling. It took him a moment to realize it and he stopped with a sheepish look before asking simply, “How have you been?”
