Standing Wheeljack

All Explosions Are 100% Accidental‼️

[wheeljack-standing]

<Step into the Lab! Wait- no, stop don't touch that-!>

<Phew! Uhm- Oh- yes! I'm Wheeljack, the great scientist of the Autobots! I lead most discoveries with experiments and do-hickes! I even made the Dino-Bots! And I've also created the shrink ray and--OH! Pardon me, I think I can hear something sizzling-- >

Tag System:

Wheeljack’s Tags

#Data Logs - Wheeljack talking!

#Lab Hand: (character) - wheeljack interacting with others!

#theorizing - ask answering!

#Wheeljack standing - what it says on the tin!

#Lab clean-up - the consequences of wheeljack's experimental actions.

Mod’s Tags

#peer review: Sol - mod/ooc posts!

#lab hand: moonie - whenever the blog breaks and I need moonie to fix it...

Other Standing Blogs:

Work in progress list to be added.

Mod Intro:

hello! Call me Sol

they/it/he/neos, get silly with it.

I am not a professional in any fields that wheeljack is. If I mess up science stuff then we're blaming it on cartoon logic. Wheeljack has dinosaurs for children.

Boundaries

No NSFW (Light flirty comments are fine but nothing that goes into an sexual encounter)

No Discourse (keep politics away from the robot roleplay)

No LGBTQ+ Hate (and we mean ALL hate)

No Racism (AND no xenophobia)

No Misogyny or Hate Crime of any Gender (including general and directed transphobia such as: transmisogyny, transandrophobia, exorsexism, and so on and so forth)

No Generative AI Is To Be Used On This Blog. (No scrapping to train c.ai, no using ai generated images*, no using ChatGPT to write out questions and replies for you.)

*I do, however, understand it is getting much harder and harder to spot. In that case, it'll be a more gentle reminder since it wasn't intentional. Additionally, PLEASE tell me too if I make a mistake with that rule!

Divider Credits: BOOM! POW!

shout out to @moon-shr00m for decorating this blog for me!!

[first-aid-standing]

< Heyyy, kiddo. >

-⚙️🛠️

-Oh, frag..-

…

H-Hello, sire. Do you need something.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< Ah, yeah, heh... >

< How uh. How are ya holding up? I got busy, couldn't check in. >

[first-aid-standing]

Busy, huh.?

I..I’ve been much better.

I’m still isolating. I can’t really remember the last time I left my room..

Is there a reason you decided to contact me now, sire?

[wheeljack-standing]

*"wanted to give a proper goodbye and its not your fault you inherented your questionable taste from me and im sorry for abandoning you but dont worry ratchets back"*

< That's good! Being better, not isolating. >

< Your siblings haven't visted yet? Anyone? >

< I... just... finally had some time to myself. And wanted to see how you were. If you're okay. >

[first-aid-standing]

..No. None of my siblings have come to see me.

But..some of my friends have. Like, Blades and Cyclonus.

A-Also..my boyfriend.

And, uh.. I’m not totally okay. I’m alive, I guess..

[wheeljack-standing]

< They... haven't...? >

< Aid that's not-- >

< Boyfriend, huh? I didn't know you were... Ah- What's he like? >

[first-aid-standing]

It’s- It’s new. We haven’t been together long.

But, he..he’s really good to me, sire. He’s been there for me more than anyone..

I just- I need to tell you something about him, though, okay.?

Please don’t be mad..

He- Vortex..is a Decepticon.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< Huh. How 'bout that. >

[first-aid-standing]

Can- Can you please say more than that.?

I..I know cross faction relationships aren’t the best thing right now, but..I love him, sire.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... I don't know what else to say here, Aid. >

< Oh, my little spark, I'm so sorry. >

[first-aid-standing]

…

*Sob.*

S-Sire.. I’ve been so scared..

[wheeljack-standing]

< I know, I know. >

< I'm headed down there. >

< Where did I put that tarp... >

< Tell me more about him, in the mean time? >

[first-aid-standing]

Y-You’re coming.?

…

-I look horrible..-

O-Okay..

Vortex..is the best thing in my life. He’s so sweet and protective, like my own personal guardian.

T-Tex can have violent tendencies, but..he keeps it at bay for me.

We met when he needed his servo reattached. He came to me for help, actually. Heh..

A-And when I told him that I love him, he nearly cried..

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... Right. Right. > *there is shuffling on the other side as Wheeljack grabs what he needs.*

< Mhm... >

*he stops his rummaging for a moment. He's... honestly not sure what to think.*

< ... >

< He really makes you happy, doesn't he? >

[first-aid-standing]

Yes. Yes, he does, sire.

…

A-And, while we’re on the topic of relationships..

-Should I.? ..Yeah.-

I, uhm. I’ve heard..about you and a..mech.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< I... don't think I know what you're talking about. >

[first-aid-standing]

…

-Liar.-

O-Okay.

Well, how far are you.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< I grabbed what I needed, I'll be there in just a minute. >

*True to his word, for once, Wheeljack arrives at the door, knocking twice before putting in the access code and walking in, holding some travel cubes of energon and a plastic tarp slung over his shoulder.*

< Hey, ki--. >

< Oh. >

[first-aid-standing]

*Aid is scrambling to tidy up his hab just a little—he’s been too depressed and weak to keep things clean—when Wheeljack enters. They slowly turn to face their sire, allowing him to see the extent of the rust.*

Sire..

Y-Yeah, I know. It’s- it’s bad.

[wheeljack-standing]

< Aid. >

< Why didn't you tell me? I'm not a medic but I could've-- >

*he shakes his helm, sighing.*

*he properly enters the room, placing all the cubes but one on the nearest clear space, and walking over to the slaabe.* < C'mere, sit. You haven't refueled much, have you? >

[first-aid-standing]

I-I thought I was going to fix this myself. I didn’t want help.

-Especially not yours..-

*Aid listens, stiffly walking over to his slab and sitting down with a wince. The wheeze of their vents is all too noticeable.*

Mm.. No, I haven’t.

Blades had to, uh, surgically remove my mask because..it was stuck from the rust.

I-I couldn’t retract it without risking getting rust particles in my internal systems, so I just..starved..for a while.

[wheeljack-standing]

*the one time I'm not glad you're more like Ratchet.*

< C'mon. Have a drink. > *He hands them the cube, unfolding the tarp.*

*He fidgets with the plastic edge.* < I'm sorry. I... > *it's probably not worth much, but,* < I'm here now. >

*he waves out the rest of the make-shift blanket. He hesitates, but ultimately wraps it around First Aid's shoulders.*

[first-aid-standing]

Okay..

*Aid gingerly accepts the cube with his good hand, holding it extra tight to make up for not being able to use his left hand.*

Thank you.

*They then look away as they raise the cube to their lips to take a modest sip.*

*Aid freezes at the sudden feeling of plastic on him, the light of his optics flickering behind his visor to gaze back over at Wheeljack. They quietly stare in confusion while continuing to sip at the energon.*

-Why is she doing all of this.? Is something wrong? He doesn’t usually..care..so much.-

Sire, I-

-What do I even say here without coming off rude.?-

Nevermind..

[wheeljack-standing]

*Wheeljack doesn't meet their gaze, but notices him tensing. As much as she wants to do more, he settles for placing his servo on their back.*

*Say something.*

< Look, I... >

< When it comes to... him... > *I can't say anything of use.*

< I won't... stop you. This is your choice. And I'll respect it. Just-- stay careful. Please. Your a smart kid, Aid. Listen to yourself. If it feels wrong, or not what you signed up for, you don't owe him anything. If it feels right... hold on as long as you can. >

[first-aid-standing]

*First Aid stops drinking the moment Wheeljack places a hand on his back. The gesture shifts the tone of the conversation—this is serious.*

Sire, Tex wouldn’t do anything to wrong me. You should see him with me. He’s so caring and loving..

B-But, don’t worry. I know when I need to set boundaries or stop things as a whole.

I’ll be okay. I promise.

[wheeljack-standing]

*He unpauses the second half of his venting cycle. They begin rubbing what they hope is comforting circles into Aid's back.*

< Good. That's good. >

< Just know that... it's not your fault. >

[first-aid-standing]

*First Aid exhales deeply, his vents stuttering with the effort, before finishing himself to finish the cube. They’re nauseous and confused, but they can’t run away from this—not now.*

Not my fault.?

You..You keep saying and doing things that I just can’t understand, mum.

[wheeljack-standing]

*Zir servo freezes.*

< Yeah, you... You can't control him, Aid. Whatever he gets up to, you... It's not... >

*His vocalizer glitches on her words. Primus, why does this have to be so hard?*

< Just-- Don't think about it too hard. You wouldn't wanna be me, heh? > *It internally winces at that.*

[first-aid-standing]

*First Aid shakily places the cube down while going completely silent to listen to Wheeljack’s..explanation. She’s still confusing them, but they don’t want to push zem.*

I know I can’t completely control Vortex. He’s done things I don’t agree with, and we’ve talked about it, but he-

-He just has a way with words that keeps me from fighting too hard. I love it..-

*Sigh.*

No, I don’t..

*First Aid flinches once he realises what he just said, but he doesn’t backpedal or even speak at all. They know shutting up and looking away is the best thing they can do around their parent.*

[wheeljack-standing]

*Wheeljack gently removes the servo fully. Not too fast, incase his kid still needs it.*

*But none of its kids have needed it in a long time.*

< Good. >

< You shouldn't. >

[first-aid-standing]

*First Aid’s jaw tenses as Wheeljack’s hand pulls away. They feel horrible, but the truth just slipped out.*

I-I’m sorry..

It’s just hard to talk to basically anyone, right now, especially you. We..We haven’t spent time together in so long..

I don’t know how to behave around you, anymore.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< You're right. I wish we had more time together. >

< But we didn't. >

< That's not your fault either. >

[first-aid-standing]

*First Aid turns his head away from Wheeljack the moment he feels his lip start to quiver. They can’t cry, not in front of her.*

…

M-Maybe when I’m better.? We could see each other more, then?

[wheeljack-standing]

*Wheeljack is quiet for a long, moment. Lost, as always, in her own millions of thoughts.*

*I hope so.*

< Maybe. We'll see. >

< But, you have to promise to get better first. >

[first-aid-standing]

< Heyyy, kiddo. >

-⚙️🛠️

-Oh, frag..-

…

H-Hello, sire. Do you need something.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< Ah, yeah, heh... >

< How uh. How are ya holding up? I got busy, couldn't check in. >

[first-aid-standing]

Busy, huh.?

I..I’ve been much better.

I’m still isolating. I can’t really remember the last time I left my room..

Is there a reason you decided to contact me now, sire?

[wheeljack-standing]

*"wanted to give a proper goodbye and its not your fault you inherented your questionable taste from me and im sorry for abandoning you but dont worry ratchets back"*

< That's good! Being better, not isolating. >

< Your siblings haven't visted yet? Anyone? >

< I... just... finally had some time to myself. And wanted to see how you were. If you're okay. >

[first-aid-standing]

..No. None of my siblings have come to see me.

But..some of my friends have. Like, Blades and Cyclonus.

A-Also..my boyfriend.

And, uh.. I’m not totally okay. I’m alive, I guess..

[wheeljack-standing]

< They... haven't...? >

< Aid that's not-- >

< Boyfriend, huh? I didn't know you were... Ah- What's he like? >

[first-aid-standing]

It’s- It’s new. We haven’t been together long.

But, he..he’s really good to me, sire. He’s been there for me more than anyone..

I just- I need to tell you something about him, though, okay.?

Please don’t be mad..

He- Vortex..is a Decepticon.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< Huh. How 'bout that. >

[first-aid-standing]

Can- Can you please say more than that.?

I..I know cross faction relationships aren’t the best thing right now, but..I love him, sire.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... I don't know what else to say here, Aid. >

< Oh, my little spark, I'm so sorry. >

[first-aid-standing]

…

*Sob.*

S-Sire.. I’ve been so scared..

[wheeljack-standing]

< I know, I know. >

< I'm headed down there. >

< Where did I put that tarp... >

< Tell me more about him, in the mean time? >

[first-aid-standing]

Y-You’re coming.?

…

-I look horrible..-

O-Okay..

Vortex..is the best thing in my life. He’s so sweet and protective, like my own personal guardian.

T-Tex can have violent tendencies, but..he keeps it at bay for me.

We met when he needed his servo reattached. He came to me for help, actually. Heh..

A-And when I told him that I love him, he nearly cried..

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... Right. Right. > *there is shuffling on the other side as Wheeljack grabs what he needs.*

< Mhm... >

*he stops his rummaging for a moment. He's... honestly not sure what to think.*

< ... >

< He really makes you happy, doesn't he? >

[first-aid-standing]

Yes. Yes, he does, sire.

…

A-And, while we’re on the topic of relationships..

-Should I.? ..Yeah.-

I, uhm. I’ve heard..about you and a..mech.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< I... don't think I know what you're talking about. >

[first-aid-standing]

…

-Liar.-

O-Okay.

Well, how far are you.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< I grabbed what I needed, I'll be there in just a minute. >

*True to his word, for once, Wheeljack arrives at the door, knocking twice before putting in the access code and walking in, holding some travel cubes of energon and a plastic tarp slung over his shoulder.*

< Hey, ki--. >

< Oh. >

[first-aid-standing]

*Aid is scrambling to tidy up his hab just a little—he’s been too depressed and weak to keep things clean—when Wheeljack enters. They slowly turn to face their sire, allowing him to see the extent of the rust.*

Sire..

Y-Yeah, I know. It’s- it’s bad.

[wheeljack-standing]

< Aid. >

< Why didn't you tell me? I'm not a medic but I could've-- >

*he shakes his helm, sighing.*

*he properly enters the room, placing all the cubes but one on the nearest clear space, and walking over to the slaabe.* < C'mere, sit. You haven't refueled much, have you? >

[first-aid-standing]

I-I thought I was going to fix this myself. I didn’t want help.

-Especially not yours..-

*Aid listens, stiffly walking over to his slab and sitting down with a wince. The wheeze of their vents is all too noticeable.*

Mm.. No, I haven’t.

Blades had to, uh, surgically remove my mask because..it was stuck from the rust.

I-I couldn’t retract it without risking getting rust particles in my internal systems, so I just..starved..for a while.

[wheeljack-standing]

*the one time I'm not glad you're more like Ratchet.*

< C'mon. Have a drink. > *He hands them the cube, unfolding the tarp.*

*He fidgets with the plastic edge.* < I'm sorry. I... > *it's probably not worth much, but,* < I'm here now. >

*he waves out the rest of the make-shift blanket. He hesitates, but ultimately wraps it around First Aid's shoulders.*

[first-aid-standing]

Okay..

*Aid gingerly accepts the cube with his good hand, holding it extra tight to make up for not being able to use his left hand.*

Thank you.

*They then look away as they raise the cube to their lips to take a modest sip.*

*Aid freezes at the sudden feeling of plastic on him, the light of his optics flickering behind his visor to gaze back over at Wheeljack. They quietly stare in confusion while continuing to sip at the energon.*

-Why is she doing all of this.? Is something wrong? He doesn’t usually..care..so much.-

Sire, I-

-What do I even say here without coming off rude.?-

Nevermind..

[wheeljack-standing]

*Wheeljack doesn't meet their gaze, but notices him tensing. As much as she wants to do more, he settles for placing his servo on their back.*

*Say something.*

< Look, I... >

< When it comes to... him... > *I can't say anything of use.*

< I won't... stop you. This is your choice. And I'll respect it. Just-- stay careful. Please. Your a smart kid, Aid. Listen to yourself. If it feels wrong, or not what you signed up for, you don't owe him anything. If it feels right... hold on as long as you can. >

[first-aid-standing]

*First Aid stops drinking the moment Wheeljack places a hand on his back. The gesture shifts the tone of the conversation—this is serious.*

Sire, Tex wouldn’t do anything to wrong me. You should see him with me. He’s so caring and loving..

B-But, don’t worry. I know when I need to set boundaries or stop things as a whole.

I’ll be okay. I promise.

[wheeljack-standing]

*He unpauses the second half of his venting cycle. They begin rubbing what they hope is comforting circles into Aid's back.*

< Good. That's good. >

< Just know that... it's not your fault. >

[first-aid-standing]

*First Aid exhales deeply, his vents stuttering with the effort, before finishing himself to finish the cube. They’re nauseous and confused, but they can’t run away from this—not now.*

Not my fault.?

You..You keep saying and doing things that I just can’t understand, mum.

[wheeljack-standing]

*Zir servo freezes.*

< Yeah, you... You can't control him, Aid. Whatever he gets up to, you... It's not... >

*His vocalizer glitches on her words. Primus, why does this have to be so hard?*

< Just-- Don't think about it too hard. You wouldn't wanna be me, heh? > *It internally winces at that.*

[first-aid-standing]

*First Aid shakily places the cube down while going completely silent to listen to Wheeljack’s..explanation. She’s still confusing them, but they don’t want to push zem.*

I know I can’t completely control Vortex. He’s done things I don’t agree with, and we’ve talked about it, but he-

-He just has a way with words that keeps me from fighting too hard. I love it..-

*Sigh.*

No, I don’t..

*First Aid flinches once he realises what he just said, but he doesn’t backpedal or even speak at all. They know shutting up and looking away is the best thing they can do around their parent.*

[wheeljack-standing]

*Wheeljack gently removes the servo fully. Not too fast, incase his kid still needs it.*

*But none of its kids have needed it in a long time.*

< Good. >

< You shouldn't. >

[first-aid-standing]

*First Aid’s jaw tenses as Wheeljack’s hand pulls away. They feel horrible, but the truth just slipped out.*

I-I’m sorry..

It’s just hard to talk to basically anyone, right now, especially you. We..We haven’t spent time together in so long..

I don’t know how to behave around you, anymore.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< You're right. I wish we had more time together. >

< But we didn't. >

< That's not your fault either. >

[first-aid-standing]

< Heyyy, kiddo. >

-⚙️🛠️

-Oh, frag..-

…

H-Hello, sire. Do you need something.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< Ah, yeah, heh... >

< How uh. How are ya holding up? I got busy, couldn't check in. >

[first-aid-standing]

Busy, huh.?

I..I’ve been much better.

I’m still isolating. I can’t really remember the last time I left my room..

Is there a reason you decided to contact me now, sire?

[wheeljack-standing]

*"wanted to give a proper goodbye and its not your fault you inherented your questionable taste from me and im sorry for abandoning you but dont worry ratchets back"*

< That's good! Being better, not isolating. >

< Your siblings haven't visted yet? Anyone? >

< I... just... finally had some time to myself. And wanted to see how you were. If you're okay. >

[first-aid-standing]

..No. None of my siblings have come to see me.

But..some of my friends have. Like, Blades and Cyclonus.

A-Also..my boyfriend.

And, uh.. I’m not totally okay. I’m alive, I guess..

[wheeljack-standing]

< They... haven't...? >

< Aid that's not-- >

< Boyfriend, huh? I didn't know you were... Ah- What's he like? >

[first-aid-standing]

It’s- It’s new. We haven’t been together long.

But, he..he’s really good to me, sire. He’s been there for me more than anyone..

I just- I need to tell you something about him, though, okay.?

Please don’t be mad..

He- Vortex..is a Decepticon.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< Huh. How 'bout that. >

[first-aid-standing]

Can- Can you please say more than that.?

I..I know cross faction relationships aren’t the best thing right now, but..I love him, sire.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... I don't know what else to say here, Aid. >

< Oh, my little spark, I'm so sorry. >

[first-aid-standing]

…

*Sob.*

S-Sire.. I’ve been so scared..

[wheeljack-standing]

< I know, I know. >

< I'm headed down there. >

< Where did I put that tarp... >

< Tell me more about him, in the mean time? >

[first-aid-standing]

Y-You’re coming.?

…

-I look horrible..-

O-Okay..

Vortex..is the best thing in my life. He’s so sweet and protective, like my own personal guardian.

T-Tex can have violent tendencies, but..he keeps it at bay for me.

We met when he needed his servo reattached. He came to me for help, actually. Heh..

A-And when I told him that I love him, he nearly cried..

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... Right. Right. > *there is shuffling on the other side as Wheeljack grabs what he needs.*

< Mhm... >

*he stops his rummaging for a moment. He's... honestly not sure what to think.*

< ... >

< He really makes you happy, doesn't he? >

[first-aid-standing]

Yes. Yes, he does, sire.

…

A-And, while we’re on the topic of relationships..

-Should I.? ..Yeah.-

I, uhm. I’ve heard..about you and a..mech.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< I... don't think I know what you're talking about. >

[first-aid-standing]

…

-Liar.-

O-Okay.

Well, how far are you.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< I grabbed what I needed, I'll be there in just a minute. >

*True to his word, for once, Wheeljack arrives at the door, knocking twice before putting in the access code and walking in, holding some travel cubes of energon and a plastic tarp slung over his shoulder.*

< Hey, ki--. >

< Oh. >

[first-aid-standing]

*Aid is scrambling to tidy up his hab just a little—he’s been too depressed and weak to keep things clean—when Wheeljack enters. They slowly turn to face their sire, allowing him to see the extent of the rust.*

Sire..

Y-Yeah, I know. It’s- it’s bad.

[wheeljack-standing]

< Aid. >

< Why didn't you tell me? I'm not a medic but I could've-- >

*he shakes his helm, sighing.*

*he properly enters the room, placing all the cubes but one on the nearest clear space, and walking over to the slaabe.* < C'mere, sit. You haven't refueled much, have you? >

[first-aid-standing]

I-I thought I was going to fix this myself. I didn’t want help.

-Especially not yours..-

*Aid listens, stiffly walking over to his slab and sitting down with a wince. The wheeze of their vents is all too noticeable.*

Mm.. No, I haven’t.

Blades had to, uh, surgically remove my mask because..it was stuck from the rust.

I-I couldn’t retract it without risking getting rust particles in my internal systems, so I just..starved..for a while.

[wheeljack-standing]

*the one time I'm not glad you're more like Ratchet.*

< C'mon. Have a drink. > *He hands them the cube, unfolding the tarp.*

*He fidgets with the plastic edge.* < I'm sorry. I... > *it's probably not worth much, but,* < I'm here now. >

*he waves out the rest of the make-shift blanket. He hesitates, but ultimately wraps it around First Aid's shoulders.*

[first-aid-standing]

Okay..

*Aid gingerly accepts the cube with his good hand, holding it extra tight to make up for not being able to use his left hand.*

Thank you.

*They then look away as they raise the cube to their lips to take a modest sip.*

*Aid freezes at the sudden feeling of plastic on him, the light of his optics flickering behind his visor to gaze back over at Wheeljack. They quietly stare in confusion while continuing to sip at the energon.*

-Why is she doing all of this.? Is something wrong? He doesn’t usually..care..so much.-

Sire, I-

-What do I even say here without coming off rude.?-

Nevermind..

[wheeljack-standing]

*Wheeljack doesn't meet their gaze, but notices him tensing. As much as she wants to do more, he settles for placing his servo on their back.*

*Say something.*

< Look, I... >

< When it comes to... him... > *I can't say anything of use.*

< I won't... stop you. This is your choice. And I'll respect it. Just-- stay careful. Please. Your a smart kid, Aid. Listen to yourself. If it feels wrong, or not what you signed up for, you don't owe him anything. If it feels right... hold on as long as you can. >

[first-aid-standing]

*First Aid stops drinking the moment Wheeljack places a hand on his back. The gesture shifts the tone of the conversation—this is serious.*

Sire, Tex wouldn’t do anything to wrong me. You should see him with me. He’s so caring and loving..

B-But, don’t worry. I know when I need to set boundaries or stop things as a whole.

I’ll be okay. I promise.

[wheeljack-standing]

*He unpauses the second half of his venting cycle. They begin rubbing what they hope is comforting circles into Aid's back.*

< Good. That's good. >

< Just know that... it's not your fault. >

[first-aid-standing]

*First Aid exhales deeply, his vents stuttering with the effort, before finishing himself to finish the cube. They’re nauseous and confused, but they can’t run away from this—not now.*

Not my fault.?

You..You keep saying and doing things that I just can’t understand, mum.

[wheeljack-standing]

*Zir servo freezes.*

< Yeah, you... You can't control him, Aid. Whatever he gets up to, you... It's not... >

*His vocalizer glitches on her words. Primus, why does this have to be so hard?*

< Just-- Don't think about it too hard. You wouldn't wanna be me, heh? > *It internally winces at that.*

[first-aid-standing]

*First Aid shakily places the cube down while going completely silent to listen to Wheeljack’s..explanation. She’s still confusing them, but they don’t want to push zem.*

I know I can’t completely control Vortex. He’s done things I don’t agree with, and we’ve talked about it, but he-

-He just has a way with words that keeps me from fighting too hard. I love it..-

*Sigh.*

No, I don’t..

*First Aid flinches once he realises what he just said, but he doesn’t backpedal or even speak at all. They know shutting up and looking away is the best thing they can do around their parent.*

[wheeljack-standing]

*Wheeljack gently removes the servo fully. Not too fast, incase his kid still needs it.*

*But none of its kids have needed it in a long time.*

< Good. >

< You shouldn't. >

[first-aid-standing]

< Heyyy, kiddo. >

-⚙️🛠️

-Oh, frag..-

…

H-Hello, sire. Do you need something.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< Ah, yeah, heh... >

< How uh. How are ya holding up? I got busy, couldn't check in. >

[first-aid-standing]

Busy, huh.?

I..I’ve been much better.

I’m still isolating. I can’t really remember the last time I left my room..

Is there a reason you decided to contact me now, sire?

[wheeljack-standing]

*"wanted to give a proper goodbye and its not your fault you inherented your questionable taste from me and im sorry for abandoning you but dont worry ratchets back"*

< That's good! Being better, not isolating. >

< Your siblings haven't visted yet? Anyone? >

< I... just... finally had some time to myself. And wanted to see how you were. If you're okay. >

[first-aid-standing]

..No. None of my siblings have come to see me.

But..some of my friends have. Like, Blades and Cyclonus.

A-Also..my boyfriend.

And, uh.. I’m not totally okay. I’m alive, I guess..

[wheeljack-standing]

< They... haven't...? >

< Aid that's not-- >

< Boyfriend, huh? I didn't know you were... Ah- What's he like? >

[first-aid-standing]

It’s- It’s new. We haven’t been together long.

But, he..he’s really good to me, sire. He’s been there for me more than anyone..

I just- I need to tell you something about him, though, okay.?

Please don’t be mad..

He- Vortex..is a Decepticon.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< Huh. How 'bout that. >

[first-aid-standing]

Can- Can you please say more than that.?

I..I know cross faction relationships aren’t the best thing right now, but..I love him, sire.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... I don't know what else to say here, Aid. >

< Oh, my little spark, I'm so sorry. >

[first-aid-standing]

…

*Sob.*

S-Sire.. I’ve been so scared..

[wheeljack-standing]

< I know, I know. >

< I'm headed down there. >

< Where did I put that tarp... >

< Tell me more about him, in the mean time? >

[first-aid-standing]

Y-You’re coming.?

…

-I look horrible..-

O-Okay..

Vortex..is the best thing in my life. He’s so sweet and protective, like my own personal guardian.

T-Tex can have violent tendencies, but..he keeps it at bay for me.

We met when he needed his servo reattached. He came to me for help, actually. Heh..

A-And when I told him that I love him, he nearly cried..

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... Right. Right. > *there is shuffling on the other side as Wheeljack grabs what he needs.*

< Mhm... >

*he stops his rummaging for a moment. He's... honestly not sure what to think.*

< ... >

< He really makes you happy, doesn't he? >

[first-aid-standing]

Yes. Yes, he does, sire.

…

A-And, while we’re on the topic of relationships..

-Should I.? ..Yeah.-

I, uhm. I’ve heard..about you and a..mech.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< I... don't think I know what you're talking about. >

[first-aid-standing]

…

-Liar.-

O-Okay.

Well, how far are you.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< I grabbed what I needed, I'll be there in just a minute. >

*True to his word, for once, Wheeljack arrives at the door, knocking twice before putting in the access code and walking in, holding some travel cubes of energon and a plastic tarp slung over his shoulder.*

< Hey, ki--. >

< Oh. >

[first-aid-standing]

*Aid is scrambling to tidy up his hab just a little—he’s been too depressed and weak to keep things clean—when Wheeljack enters. They slowly turn to face their sire, allowing him to see the extent of the rust.*

Sire..

Y-Yeah, I know. It’s- it’s bad.

[wheeljack-standing]

< Aid. >

< Why didn't you tell me? I'm not a medic but I could've-- >

*he shakes his helm, sighing.*

*he properly enters the room, placing all the cubes but one on the nearest clear space, and walking over to the slaabe.* < C'mere, sit. You haven't refueled much, have you? >

[first-aid-standing]

I-I thought I was going to fix this myself. I didn’t want help.

-Especially not yours..-

*Aid listens, stiffly walking over to his slab and sitting down with a wince. The wheeze of their vents is all too noticeable.*

Mm.. No, I haven’t.

Blades had to, uh, surgically remove my mask because..it was stuck from the rust.

I-I couldn’t retract it without risking getting rust particles in my internal systems, so I just..starved..for a while.

[wheeljack-standing]

*the one time I'm not glad you're more like Ratchet.*

< C'mon. Have a drink. > *He hands them the cube, unfolding the tarp.*

*He fidgets with the plastic edge.* < I'm sorry. I... > *it's probably not worth much, but,* < I'm here now. >

*he waves out the rest of the make-shift blanket. He hesitates, but ultimately wraps it around First Aid's shoulders.*

[first-aid-standing]

Okay..

*Aid gingerly accepts the cube with his good hand, holding it extra tight to make up for not being able to use his left hand.*

Thank you.

*They then look away as they raise the cube to their lips to take a modest sip.*

*Aid freezes at the sudden feeling of plastic on him, the light of his optics flickering behind his visor to gaze back over at Wheeljack. They quietly stare in confusion while continuing to sip at the energon.*

-Why is she doing all of this.? Is something wrong? He doesn’t usually..care..so much.-

Sire, I-

-What do I even say here without coming off rude.?-

Nevermind..

[wheeljack-standing]

*Wheeljack doesn't meet their gaze, but notices him tensing. As much as she wants to do more, he settles for placing his servo on their back.*

*Say something.*

< Look, I... >

< When it comes to... him... > *I can't say anything of use.*

< I won't... stop you. This is your choice. And I'll respect it. Just-- stay careful. Please. Your a smart kid, Aid. Listen to yourself. If it feels wrong, or not what you signed up for, you don't owe him anything. If it feels right... hold on as long as you can. >

[first-aid-standing]

*First Aid stops drinking the moment Wheeljack places a hand on his back. The gesture shifts the tone of the conversation—this is serious.*

Sire, Tex wouldn’t do anything to wrong me. You should see him with me. He’s so caring and loving..

B-But, don’t worry. I know when I need to set boundaries or stop things as a whole.

I’ll be okay. I promise.

[wheeljack-standing]

*He unpauses the second half of his venting cycle. They begin rubbing what they hope is comforting circles into Aid's back.*

< Good. That's good. >

< Just know that... it's not your fault. >

[first-aid-standing]

*First Aid exhales deeply, his vents stuttering with the effort, before finishing himself to finish the cube. They’re nauseous and confused, but they can’t run away from this—not now.*

Not my fault.?

You..You keep saying and doing things that I just can’t understand, mum.

[wheeljack-standing]

*Zir servo freezes.*

< Yeah, you... You can't control him, Aid. Whatever he gets up to, you... It's not... >

*His vocalizer glitches on her words. Primus, why does this have to be so hard?*

< Just-- Don't think about it too hard. You wouldn't wanna be me, heh? > *It internally winces at that.*

[first-aid-standing]

< Heyyy, kiddo. >

-⚙️🛠️

-Oh, frag..-

…

H-Hello, sire. Do you need something.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< Ah, yeah, heh... >

< How uh. How are ya holding up? I got busy, couldn't check in. >

[first-aid-standing]

Busy, huh.?

I..I’ve been much better.

I’m still isolating. I can’t really remember the last time I left my room..

Is there a reason you decided to contact me now, sire?

[wheeljack-standing]

*"wanted to give a proper goodbye and its not your fault you inherented your questionable taste from me and im sorry for abandoning you but dont worry ratchets back"*

< That's good! Being better, not isolating. >

< Your siblings haven't visted yet? Anyone? >

< I... just... finally had some time to myself. And wanted to see how you were. If you're okay. >

[first-aid-standing]

..No. None of my siblings have come to see me.

But..some of my friends have. Like, Blades and Cyclonus.

A-Also..my boyfriend.

And, uh.. I’m not totally okay. I’m alive, I guess..

[wheeljack-standing]

< They... haven't...? >

< Aid that's not-- >

< Boyfriend, huh? I didn't know you were... Ah- What's he like? >

[first-aid-standing]

It’s- It’s new. We haven’t been together long.

But, he..he’s really good to me, sire. He’s been there for me more than anyone..

I just- I need to tell you something about him, though, okay.?

Please don’t be mad..

He- Vortex..is a Decepticon.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< Huh. How 'bout that. >

[first-aid-standing]

Can- Can you please say more than that.?

I..I know cross faction relationships aren’t the best thing right now, but..I love him, sire.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... I don't know what else to say here, Aid. >

< Oh, my little spark, I'm so sorry. >

[first-aid-standing]

…

*Sob.*

S-Sire.. I’ve been so scared..

[wheeljack-standing]

< I know, I know. >

< I'm headed down there. >

< Where did I put that tarp... >

< Tell me more about him, in the mean time? >

[first-aid-standing]

Y-You’re coming.?

…

-I look horrible..-

O-Okay..

Vortex..is the best thing in my life. He’s so sweet and protective, like my own personal guardian.

T-Tex can have violent tendencies, but..he keeps it at bay for me.

We met when he needed his servo reattached. He came to me for help, actually. Heh..

A-And when I told him that I love him, he nearly cried..

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... Right. Right. > *there is shuffling on the other side as Wheeljack grabs what he needs.*

< Mhm... >

*he stops his rummaging for a moment. He's... honestly not sure what to think.*

< ... >

< He really makes you happy, doesn't he? >

[first-aid-standing]

Yes. Yes, he does, sire.

…

A-And, while we’re on the topic of relationships..

-Should I.? ..Yeah.-

I, uhm. I’ve heard..about you and a..mech.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< I... don't think I know what you're talking about. >

[first-aid-standing]

…

-Liar.-

O-Okay.

Well, how far are you.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< I grabbed what I needed, I'll be there in just a minute. >

*True to his word, for once, Wheeljack arrives at the door, knocking twice before putting in the access code and walking in, holding some travel cubes of energon and a plastic tarp slung over his shoulder.*

< Hey, ki--. >

< Oh. >

[first-aid-standing]

*Aid is scrambling to tidy up his hab just a little—he’s been too depressed and weak to keep things clean—when Wheeljack enters. They slowly turn to face their sire, allowing him to see the extent of the rust.*

Sire..

Y-Yeah, I know. It’s- it’s bad.

[wheeljack-standing]

< Aid. >

< Why didn't you tell me? I'm not a medic but I could've-- >

*he shakes his helm, sighing.*

*he properly enters the room, placing all the cubes but one on the nearest clear space, and walking over to the slaabe.* < C'mere, sit. You haven't refueled much, have you? >

[first-aid-standing]

I-I thought I was going to fix this myself. I didn’t want help.

-Especially not yours..-

*Aid listens, stiffly walking over to his slab and sitting down with a wince. The wheeze of their vents is all too noticeable.*

Mm.. No, I haven’t.

Blades had to, uh, surgically remove my mask because..it was stuck from the rust.

I-I couldn’t retract it without risking getting rust particles in my internal systems, so I just..starved..for a while.

[wheeljack-standing]

*the one time I'm not glad you're more like Ratchet.*

< C'mon. Have a drink. > *He hands them the cube, unfolding the tarp.*

*He fidgets with the plastic edge.* < I'm sorry. I... > *it's probably not worth much, but,* < I'm here now. >

*he waves out the rest of the make-shift blanket. He hesitates, but ultimately wraps it around First Aid's shoulders.*

[first-aid-standing]

Okay..

*Aid gingerly accepts the cube with his good hand, holding it extra tight to make up for not being able to use his left hand.*

Thank you.

*They then look away as they raise the cube to their lips to take a modest sip.*

*Aid freezes at the sudden feeling of plastic on him, the light of his optics flickering behind his visor to gaze back over at Wheeljack. They quietly stare in confusion while continuing to sip at the energon.*

-Why is she doing all of this.? Is something wrong? He doesn’t usually..care..so much.-

Sire, I-

-What do I even say here without coming off rude.?-

Nevermind..

[wheeljack-standing]

*Wheeljack doesn't meet their gaze, but notices him tensing. As much as she wants to do more, he settles for placing his servo on their back.*

*Say something.*

< Look, I... >

< When it comes to... him... > *I can't say anything of use.*

< I won't... stop you. This is your choice. And I'll respect it. Just-- stay careful. Please. Your a smart kid, Aid. Listen to yourself. If it feels wrong, or not what you signed up for, you don't owe him anything. If it feels right... hold on as long as you can. >

[first-aid-standing]

*First Aid stops drinking the moment Wheeljack places a hand on his back. The gesture shifts the tone of the conversation—this is serious.*

Sire, Tex wouldn’t do anything to wrong me. You should see him with me. He’s so caring and loving..

B-But, don’t worry. I know when I need to set boundaries or stop things as a whole.

I’ll be okay. I promise.

[wheeljack-standing]

*He unpauses the second half of his venting cycle. They begin rubbing what they hope is comforting circles into Aid's back.*

< Good. That's good. >

< Just know that... it's not your fault. >

[wheeljack-standing]

[first-aid-standing]

< Heyyy, kiddo. >

-⚙️🛠️

-Oh, frag..-

…

H-Hello, sire. Do you need something.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< Ah, yeah, heh... >

< How uh. How are ya holding up? I got busy, couldn't check in. >

[first-aid-standing]

Busy, huh.?

I..I’ve been much better.

I’m still isolating. I can’t really remember the last time I left my room..

Is there a reason you decided to contact me now, sire?

[wheeljack-standing]

*"wanted to give a proper goodbye and its not your fault you inherented your questionable taste from me and im sorry for abandoning you but dont worry ratchets back"*

< That's good! Being better, not isolating. >

< Your siblings haven't visted yet? Anyone? >

< I... just... finally had some time to myself. And wanted to see how you were. If you're okay. >

[first-aid-standing]

..No. None of my siblings have come to see me.

But..some of my friends have. Like, Blades and Cyclonus.

A-Also..my boyfriend.

And, uh.. I’m not totally okay. I’m alive, I guess..

[wheeljack-standing]

< They... haven't...? >

< Aid that's not-- >

< Boyfriend, huh? I didn't know you were... Ah- What's he like? >

[first-aid-standing]

It’s- It’s new. We haven’t been together long.

But, he..he’s really good to me, sire. He’s been there for me more than anyone..

I just- I need to tell you something about him, though, okay.?

Please don’t be mad..

He- Vortex..is a Decepticon.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< Huh. How 'bout that. >

[first-aid-standing]

Can- Can you please say more than that.?

I..I know cross faction relationships aren’t the best thing right now, but..I love him, sire.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... I don't know what else to say here, Aid. >

< Oh, my little spark, I'm so sorry. >

[first-aid-standing]

…

*Sob.*

S-Sire.. I’ve been so scared..

[wheeljack-standing]

< I know, I know. >

< I'm headed down there. >

< Where did I put that tarp... >

< Tell me more about him, in the mean time? >

[first-aid-standing]

Y-You’re coming.?

…

-I look horrible..-

O-Okay..

Vortex..is the best thing in my life. He’s so sweet and protective, like my own personal guardian.

T-Tex can have violent tendencies, but..he keeps it at bay for me.

We met when he needed his servo reattached. He came to me for help, actually. Heh..

A-And when I told him that I love him, he nearly cried..

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... Right. Right. > *there is shuffling on the other side as Wheeljack grabs what he needs.*

< Mhm... >

*he stops his rummaging for a moment. He's... honestly not sure what to think.*

< ... >

< He really makes you happy, doesn't he? >

[first-aid-standing]

Yes. Yes, he does, sire.

…

A-And, while we’re on the topic of relationships..

-Should I.? ..Yeah.-

I, uhm. I’ve heard..about you and a..mech.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< I... don't think I know what you're talking about. >

[first-aid-standing]

…

-Liar.-

O-Okay.

Well, how far are you.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< I grabbed what I needed, I'll be there in just a minute. >

*True to his word, for once, Wheeljack arrives at the door, knocking twice before putting in the access code and walking in, holding some travel cubes of energon and a plastic tarp slung over his shoulder.*

< Hey, ki--. >

< Oh. >

[first-aid-standing]

*Aid is scrambling to tidy up his hab just a little—he’s been too depressed and weak to keep things clean—when Wheeljack enters. They slowly turn to face their sire, allowing him to see the extent of the rust.*

Sire..

Y-Yeah, I know. It’s- it’s bad.

[wheeljack-standing]

< Aid. >

< Why didn't you tell me? I'm not a medic but I could've-- >

*he shakes his helm, sighing.*

*he properly enters the room, placing all the cubes but one on the nearest clear space, and walking over to the slaabe.* < C'mere, sit. You haven't refueled much, have you? >

[first-aid-standing]

I-I thought I was going to fix this myself. I didn’t want help.

-Especially not yours..-

*Aid listens, stiffly walking over to his slab and sitting down with a wince. The wheeze of their vents is all too noticeable.*

Mm.. No, I haven’t.

Blades had to, uh, surgically remove my mask because..it was stuck from the rust.

I-I couldn’t retract it without risking getting rust particles in my internal systems, so I just..starved..for a while.

[wheeljack-standing]

*the one time I'm not glad you're more like Ratchet.*

< C'mon. Have a drink. > *He hands them the cube, unfolding the tarp.*

*He fidgets with the plastic edge.* < I'm sorry. I... > *it's probably not worth much, but,* < I'm here now. >

*he waves out the rest of the make-shift blanket. He hesitates, but ultimately wraps it around First Aid's shoulders.*

[first-aid-standing]

Okay..

*Aid gingerly accepts the cube with his good hand, holding it extra tight to make up for not being able to use his left hand.*

Thank you.

*They then look away as they raise the cube to their lips to take a modest sip.*

*Aid freezes at the sudden feeling of plastic on him, the light of his optics flickering behind his visor to gaze back over at Wheeljack. They quietly stare in confusion while continuing to sip at the energon.*

-Why is she doing all of this.? Is something wrong? He doesn’t usually..care..so much.-

Sire, I-

-What do I even say here without coming off rude.?-

Nevermind..

[wheeljack-standing]

*Wheeljack doesn't meet their gaze, but notices him tensing. As much as she wants to do more, he settles for placing his servo on their back.*

*Say something.*

< Look, I... >

< When it comes to... him... > *I can't say anything of use.*

< I won't... stop you. This is your choice. And I'll respect it. Just-- stay careful. Please. Your a smart kid, Aid. Listen to yourself. If it feels wrong, or not what you signed up for, you don't owe him anything. If it feels right... hold on as long as you can. >

[first-aid-standing]

< Heyyy, kiddo. >

-⚙️🛠️

-Oh, frag..-

…

H-Hello, sire. Do you need something.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< Ah, yeah, heh... >

< How uh. How are ya holding up? I got busy, couldn't check in. >

[first-aid-standing]

Busy, huh.?

I..I’ve been much better.

I’m still isolating. I can’t really remember the last time I left my room..

Is there a reason you decided to contact me now, sire?

[wheeljack-standing]

*"wanted to give a proper goodbye and its not your fault you inherented your questionable taste from me and im sorry for abandoning you but dont worry ratchets back"*

< That's good! Being better, not isolating. >

< Your siblings haven't visted yet? Anyone? >

< I... just... finally had some time to myself. And wanted to see how you were. If you're okay. >

[first-aid-standing]

..No. None of my siblings have come to see me.

But..some of my friends have. Like, Blades and Cyclonus.

A-Also..my boyfriend.

And, uh.. I’m not totally okay. I’m alive, I guess..

[wheeljack-standing]

< They... haven't...? >

< Aid that's not-- >

< Boyfriend, huh? I didn't know you were... Ah- What's he like? >

[first-aid-standing]

It’s- It’s new. We haven’t been together long.

But, he..he’s really good to me, sire. He’s been there for me more than anyone..

I just- I need to tell you something about him, though, okay.?

Please don’t be mad..

He- Vortex..is a Decepticon.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< Huh. How 'bout that. >

[first-aid-standing]

Can- Can you please say more than that.?

I..I know cross faction relationships aren’t the best thing right now, but..I love him, sire.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... I don't know what else to say here, Aid. >

< Oh, my little spark, I'm so sorry. >

[first-aid-standing]

…

*Sob.*

S-Sire.. I’ve been so scared..

[wheeljack-standing]

< I know, I know. >

< I'm headed down there. >

< Where did I put that tarp... >

< Tell me more about him, in the mean time? >

[first-aid-standing]

Y-You’re coming.?

…

-I look horrible..-

O-Okay..

Vortex..is the best thing in my life. He’s so sweet and protective, like my own personal guardian.

T-Tex can have violent tendencies, but..he keeps it at bay for me.

We met when he needed his servo reattached. He came to me for help, actually. Heh..

A-And when I told him that I love him, he nearly cried..

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... Right. Right. > *there is shuffling on the other side as Wheeljack grabs what he needs.*

< Mhm... >

*he stops his rummaging for a moment. He's... honestly not sure what to think.*

< ... >

< He really makes you happy, doesn't he? >

[first-aid-standing]

Yes. Yes, he does, sire.

…

A-And, while we’re on the topic of relationships..

-Should I.? ..Yeah.-

I, uhm. I’ve heard..about you and a..mech.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< I... don't think I know what you're talking about. >

[first-aid-standing]

…

-Liar.-

O-Okay.

Well, how far are you.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< I grabbed what I needed, I'll be there in just a minute. >

*True to his word, for once, Wheeljack arrives at the door, knocking twice before putting in the access code and walking in, holding some travel cubes of energon and a plastic tarp slung over his shoulder.*

< Hey, ki--. >

< Oh. >

[first-aid-standing]

*Aid is scrambling to tidy up his hab just a little—he’s been too depressed and weak to keep things clean—when Wheeljack enters. They slowly turn to face their sire, allowing him to see the extent of the rust.*

Sire..

Y-Yeah, I know. It’s- it’s bad.

[wheeljack-standing]

< Aid. >

< Why didn't you tell me? I'm not a medic but I could've-- >

*he shakes his helm, sighing.*

*he properly enters the room, placing all the cubes but one on the nearest clear space, and walking over to the slaabe.* < C'mere, sit. You haven't refueled much, have you? >

[first-aid-standing]

I-I thought I was going to fix this myself. I didn’t want help.

-Especially not yours..-

*Aid listens, stiffly walking over to his slab and sitting down with a wince. The wheeze of their vents is all too noticeable.*

Mm.. No, I haven’t.

Blades had to, uh, surgically remove my mask because..it was stuck from the rust.

I-I couldn’t retract it without risking getting rust particles in my internal systems, so I just..starved..for a while.

[wheeljack-standing]

*the one time I'm not glad you're more like Ratchet.*

< C'mon. Have a drink. > *He hands them the cube, unfolding the tarp.*

*He fidgets with the plastic edge.* < I'm sorry. I... > *it's probably not worth much, but,* < I'm here now. >

*he waves out the rest of the make-shift blanket. He hesitates, but ultimately wraps it around First Aid's shoulders.*

[first-aid-standing]

< Heyyy, kiddo. >

-⚙️🛠️

-Oh, frag..-

…

H-Hello, sire. Do you need something.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< Ah, yeah, heh... >

< How uh. How are ya holding up? I got busy, couldn't check in. >

[first-aid-standing]

Busy, huh.?

I..I’ve been much better.

I’m still isolating. I can’t really remember the last time I left my room..

Is there a reason you decided to contact me now, sire?

[wheeljack-standing]

*"wanted to give a proper goodbye and its not your fault you inherented your questionable taste from me and im sorry for abandoning you but dont worry ratchets back"*

< That's good! Being better, not isolating. >

< Your siblings haven't visted yet? Anyone? >

< I... just... finally had some time to myself. And wanted to see how you were. If you're okay. >

[first-aid-standing]

..No. None of my siblings have come to see me.

But..some of my friends have. Like, Blades and Cyclonus.

A-Also..my boyfriend.

And, uh.. I’m not totally okay. I’m alive, I guess..

[wheeljack-standing]

< They... haven't...? >

< Aid that's not-- >

< Boyfriend, huh? I didn't know you were... Ah- What's he like? >

[first-aid-standing]

It’s- It’s new. We haven’t been together long.

But, he..he’s really good to me, sire. He’s been there for me more than anyone..

I just- I need to tell you something about him, though, okay.?

Please don’t be mad..

He- Vortex..is a Decepticon.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< Huh. How 'bout that. >

[first-aid-standing]

Can- Can you please say more than that.?

I..I know cross faction relationships aren’t the best thing right now, but..I love him, sire.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... I don't know what else to say here, Aid. >

< Oh, my little spark, I'm so sorry. >

[first-aid-standing]

…

*Sob.*

S-Sire.. I’ve been so scared..

[wheeljack-standing]

< I know, I know. >

< I'm headed down there. >

< Where did I put that tarp... >

< Tell me more about him, in the mean time? >

[first-aid-standing]

Y-You’re coming.?

…

-I look horrible..-

O-Okay..

Vortex..is the best thing in my life. He’s so sweet and protective, like my own personal guardian.

T-Tex can have violent tendencies, but..he keeps it at bay for me.

We met when he needed his servo reattached. He came to me for help, actually. Heh..

A-And when I told him that I love him, he nearly cried..

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... Right. Right. > *there is shuffling on the other side as Wheeljack grabs what he needs.*

< Mhm... >

*he stops his rummaging for a moment. He's... honestly not sure what to think.*

< ... >

< He really makes you happy, doesn't he? >

[first-aid-standing]

Yes. Yes, he does, sire.

…

A-And, while we’re on the topic of relationships..

-Should I.? ..Yeah.-

I, uhm. I’ve heard..about you and a..mech.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< I... don't think I know what you're talking about. >

[first-aid-standing]

…

-Liar.-

O-Okay.

Well, how far are you.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< I grabbed what I needed, I'll be there in just a minute. >

*True to his word, for once, Wheeljack arrives at the door, knocking twice before putting in the access code and walking in, holding some travel cubes of energon and a plastic tarp slung over his shoulder.*

< Hey, ki--. >

< Oh. >

[first-aid-standing]

*Aid is scrambling to tidy up his hab just a little—he’s been too depressed and weak to keep things clean—when Wheeljack enters. They slowly turn to face their sire, allowing him to see the extent of the rust.*

Sire..

Y-Yeah, I know. It’s- it’s bad.

[wheeljack-standing]

< Aid. >

< Why didn't you tell me? I'm not a medic but I could've-- >

*he shakes his helm, sighing.*

*he properly enters the room, placing all the cubes but one on the nearest clear space, and walking over to the slaabe.* < C'mere, sit. You haven't refueled much, have you? >

[first-aid-standing]

< Heyyy, kiddo. >

-⚙️🛠️

-Oh, frag..-

…

H-Hello, sire. Do you need something.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< Ah, yeah, heh... >

< How uh. How are ya holding up? I got busy, couldn't check in. >

[first-aid-standing]

Busy, huh.?

I..I’ve been much better.

I’m still isolating. I can’t really remember the last time I left my room..

Is there a reason you decided to contact me now, sire?

[wheeljack-standing]

*"wanted to give a proper goodbye and its not your fault you inherented your questionable taste from me and im sorry for abandoning you but dont worry ratchets back"*

< That's good! Being better, not isolating. >

< Your siblings haven't visted yet? Anyone? >

< I... just... finally had some time to myself. And wanted to see how you were. If you're okay. >

[first-aid-standing]

..No. None of my siblings have come to see me.

But..some of my friends have. Like, Blades and Cyclonus.

A-Also..my boyfriend.

And, uh.. I’m not totally okay. I’m alive, I guess..

[wheeljack-standing]

< They... haven't...? >

< Aid that's not-- >

< Boyfriend, huh? I didn't know you were... Ah- What's he like? >

[first-aid-standing]

It’s- It’s new. We haven’t been together long.

But, he..he’s really good to me, sire. He’s been there for me more than anyone..

I just- I need to tell you something about him, though, okay.?

Please don’t be mad..

He- Vortex..is a Decepticon.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< Huh. How 'bout that. >

[first-aid-standing]

Can- Can you please say more than that.?

I..I know cross faction relationships aren’t the best thing right now, but..I love him, sire.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... I don't know what else to say here, Aid. >

< Oh, my little spark, I'm so sorry. >

[first-aid-standing]

…

*Sob.*

S-Sire.. I’ve been so scared..

[wheeljack-standing]

< I know, I know. >

< I'm headed down there. >

< Where did I put that tarp... >

< Tell me more about him, in the mean time? >

[first-aid-standing]

Y-You’re coming.?

…

-I look horrible..-

O-Okay..

Vortex..is the best thing in my life. He’s so sweet and protective, like my own personal guardian.

T-Tex can have violent tendencies, but..he keeps it at bay for me.

We met when he needed his servo reattached. He came to me for help, actually. Heh..

A-And when I told him that I love him, he nearly cried..

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... Right. Right. > *there is shuffling on the other side as Wheeljack grabs what he needs.*

< Mhm... >

*he stops his rummaging for a moment. He's... honestly not sure what to think.*

< ... >

< He really makes you happy, doesn't he? >

[first-aid-standing]

Yes. Yes, he does, sire.

…

A-And, while we’re on the topic of relationships..

-Should I.? ..Yeah.-

I, uhm. I’ve heard..about you and a..mech.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< I... don't think I know what you're talking about. >

[first-aid-standing]

…

-Liar.-

O-Okay.

Well, how far are you.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< I grabbed what I needed, I'll be there in just a minute. >

*True to his word, for once, Wheeljack arrives at the door, knocking twice before putting in the access code and walking in, holding some travel cubes of energon and a plastic tarp slung over his shoulder.*

< Hey, ki--. >

< Oh. >

[first-aid-standing]

< Heyyy, kiddo. >

-⚙️🛠️

-Oh, frag..-

…

H-Hello, sire. Do you need something.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< Ah, yeah, heh... >

< How uh. How are ya holding up? I got busy, couldn't check in. >

[first-aid-standing]

Busy, huh.?

I..I’ve been much better.

I’m still isolating. I can’t really remember the last time I left my room..

Is there a reason you decided to contact me now, sire?

[wheeljack-standing]

*"wanted to give a proper goodbye and its not your fault you inherented your questionable taste from me and im sorry for abandoning you but dont worry ratchets back"*

< That's good! Being better, not isolating. >

< Your siblings haven't visted yet? Anyone? >

< I... just... finally had some time to myself. And wanted to see how you were. If you're okay. >

[first-aid-standing]

..No. None of my siblings have come to see me.

But..some of my friends have. Like, Blades and Cyclonus.

A-Also..my boyfriend.

And, uh.. I’m not totally okay. I’m alive, I guess..

[wheeljack-standing]

< They... haven't...? >

< Aid that's not-- >

< Boyfriend, huh? I didn't know you were... Ah- What's he like? >

[first-aid-standing]

It’s- It’s new. We haven’t been together long.

But, he..he’s really good to me, sire. He’s been there for me more than anyone..

I just- I need to tell you something about him, though, okay.?

Please don’t be mad..

He- Vortex..is a Decepticon.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< Huh. How 'bout that. >

[first-aid-standing]

Can- Can you please say more than that.?

I..I know cross faction relationships aren’t the best thing right now, but..I love him, sire.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... I don't know what else to say here, Aid. >

< Oh, my little spark, I'm so sorry. >

[first-aid-standing]

…

*Sob.*

S-Sire.. I’ve been so scared..

[wheeljack-standing]

< I know, I know. >

< I'm headed down there. >

< Where did I put that tarp... >

< Tell me more about him, in the mean time? >

[first-aid-standing]

Y-You’re coming.?

…

-I look horrible..-

O-Okay..

Vortex..is the best thing in my life. He’s so sweet and protective, like my own personal guardian.

T-Tex can have violent tendencies, but..he keeps it at bay for me.

We met when he needed his servo reattached. He came to me for help, actually. Heh..

A-And when I told him that I love him, he nearly cried..

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... Right. Right. > *there is shuffling on the other side as Wheeljack grabs what he needs.*

< Mhm... >

*he stops his rummaging for a moment. He's... honestly not sure what to think.*

< ... >

< He really makes you happy, doesn't he? >

[first-aid-standing]

Yes. Yes, he does, sire.

…

A-And, while we’re on the topic of relationships..

-Should I.? ..Yeah.-

I, uhm. I’ve heard..about you and a..mech.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< I... don't think I know what you're talking about. >

[first-aid-standing]

< Heyyy, kiddo. >

-⚙️🛠️

-Oh, frag..-

…

H-Hello, sire. Do you need something.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< Ah, yeah, heh... >

< How uh. How are ya holding up? I got busy, couldn't check in. >

[first-aid-standing]

Busy, huh.?

I..I’ve been much better.

I’m still isolating. I can’t really remember the last time I left my room..

Is there a reason you decided to contact me now, sire?

[wheeljack-standing]

*"wanted to give a proper goodbye and its not your fault you inherented your questionable taste from me and im sorry for abandoning you but dont worry ratchets back"*

< That's good! Being better, not isolating. >

< Your siblings haven't visted yet? Anyone? >

< I... just... finally had some time to myself. And wanted to see how you were. If you're okay. >

[first-aid-standing]

..No. None of my siblings have come to see me.

But..some of my friends have. Like, Blades and Cyclonus.

A-Also..my boyfriend.

And, uh.. I’m not totally okay. I’m alive, I guess..

[wheeljack-standing]

< They... haven't...? >

< Aid that's not-- >

< Boyfriend, huh? I didn't know you were... Ah- What's he like? >

[first-aid-standing]

It’s- It’s new. We haven’t been together long.

But, he..he’s really good to me, sire. He’s been there for me more than anyone..

I just- I need to tell you something about him, though, okay.?

Please don’t be mad..

He- Vortex..is a Decepticon.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< Huh. How 'bout that. >

[first-aid-standing]

Can- Can you please say more than that.?

I..I know cross faction relationships aren’t the best thing right now, but..I love him, sire.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... I don't know what else to say here, Aid. >

< Oh, my little spark, I'm so sorry. >

[first-aid-standing]

…

*Sob.*

S-Sire.. I’ve been so scared..

[wheeljack-standing]

< I know, I know. >

< I'm headed down there. >

< Where did I put that tarp... >

< Tell me more about him, in the mean time? >

[first-aid-standing]

Y-You’re coming.?

…

-I look horrible..-

O-Okay..

Vortex..is the best thing in my life. He’s so sweet and protective, like my own personal guardian.

T-Tex can have violent tendencies, but..he keeps it at bay for me.

We met when he needed his servo reattached. He came to me for help, actually. Heh..

A-And when I told him that I love him, he nearly cried..

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... Right. Right. > *there is shuffling on the other side as Wheeljack grabs what he needs.*

< Mhm... >

*he stops his rummaging for a moment. He's... honestly not sure what to think.*

< ... >

< He really makes you happy, doesn't he? >

[first-aid-standing]

< Heyyy, kiddo. >

-⚙️🛠️

-Oh, frag..-

…

H-Hello, sire. Do you need something.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< Ah, yeah, heh... >

< How uh. How are ya holding up? I got busy, couldn't check in. >

[first-aid-standing]

Busy, huh.?

I..I’ve been much better.

I’m still isolating. I can’t really remember the last time I left my room..

Is there a reason you decided to contact me now, sire?

[wheeljack-standing]

*"wanted to give a proper goodbye and its not your fault you inherented your questionable taste from me and im sorry for abandoning you but dont worry ratchets back"*

< That's good! Being better, not isolating. >

< Your siblings haven't visted yet? Anyone? >

< I... just... finally had some time to myself. And wanted to see how you were. If you're okay. >

[first-aid-standing]

..No. None of my siblings have come to see me.

But..some of my friends have. Like, Blades and Cyclonus.

A-Also..my boyfriend.

And, uh.. I’m not totally okay. I’m alive, I guess..

[wheeljack-standing]

< They... haven't...? >

< Aid that's not-- >

< Boyfriend, huh? I didn't know you were... Ah- What's he like? >

[first-aid-standing]

It’s- It’s new. We haven’t been together long.

But, he..he’s really good to me, sire. He’s been there for me more than anyone..

I just- I need to tell you something about him, though, okay.?

Please don’t be mad..

He- Vortex..is a Decepticon.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< Huh. How 'bout that. >

[first-aid-standing]

Can- Can you please say more than that.?

I..I know cross faction relationships aren’t the best thing right now, but..I love him, sire.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... I don't know what else to say here, Aid. >

< Oh, my little spark, I'm so sorry. >

[first-aid-standing]

…

*Sob.*

S-Sire.. I’ve been so scared..

[wheeljack-standing]

< I know, I know. >

< I'm headed down there. >

< Where did I put that tarp... >

< Tell me more about him, in the mean time? >

[first-aid-standing]

< Heyyy, kiddo. >

-⚙️🛠️

-Oh, frag..-

…

H-Hello, sire. Do you need something.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< Ah, yeah, heh... >

< How uh. How are ya holding up? I got busy, couldn't check in. >

[first-aid-standing]

Busy, huh.?

I..I’ve been much better.

I’m still isolating. I can’t really remember the last time I left my room..

Is there a reason you decided to contact me now, sire?

[wheeljack-standing]

*"wanted to give a proper goodbye and its not your fault you inherented your questionable taste from me and im sorry for abandoning you but dont worry ratchets back"*

< That's good! Being better, not isolating. >

< Your siblings haven't visted yet? Anyone? >

< I... just... finally had some time to myself. And wanted to see how you were. If you're okay. >

[first-aid-standing]

..No. None of my siblings have come to see me.

But..some of my friends have. Like, Blades and Cyclonus.

A-Also..my boyfriend.

And, uh.. I’m not totally okay. I’m alive, I guess..

[wheeljack-standing]

< They... haven't...? >

< Aid that's not-- >

< Boyfriend, huh? I didn't know you were... Ah- What's he like? >

[first-aid-standing]

It’s- It’s new. We haven’t been together long.

But, he..he’s really good to me, sire. He’s been there for me more than anyone..

I just- I need to tell you something about him, though, okay.?

Please don’t be mad..

He- Vortex..is a Decepticon.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< Huh. How 'bout that. >

[first-aid-standing]

Can- Can you please say more than that.?

I..I know cross faction relationships aren’t the best thing right now, but..I love him, sire.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... I don't know what else to say here, Aid. >

< Oh, my little spark, I'm so sorry. >

[first-aid-standing]

< Heyyy, kiddo. >

-⚙️🛠️

-Oh, frag..-

…

H-Hello, sire. Do you need something.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< Ah, yeah, heh... >

< How uh. How are ya holding up? I got busy, couldn't check in. >

[first-aid-standing]

Busy, huh.?

I..I’ve been much better.

I’m still isolating. I can’t really remember the last time I left my room..

Is there a reason you decided to contact me now, sire?

[wheeljack-standing]

*"wanted to give a proper goodbye and its not your fault you inherented your questionable taste from me and im sorry for abandoning you but dont worry ratchets back"*

< That's good! Being better, not isolating. >

< Your siblings haven't visted yet? Anyone? >

< I... just... finally had some time to myself. And wanted to see how you were. If you're okay. >

[first-aid-standing]

..No. None of my siblings have come to see me.

But..some of my friends have. Like, Blades and Cyclonus.

A-Also..my boyfriend.

And, uh.. I’m not totally okay. I’m alive, I guess..

[wheeljack-standing]

< They... haven't...? >

< Aid that's not-- >

< Boyfriend, huh? I didn't know you were... Ah- What's he like? >

[first-aid-standing]

It’s- It’s new. We haven’t been together long.

But, he..he’s really good to me, sire. He’s been there for me more than anyone..

I just- I need to tell you something about him, though, okay.?

Please don’t be mad..

He- Vortex..is a Decepticon.

[wheeljack-standing]

< ... >

< Huh. How 'bout that. >

[first-aid-standing]

< Heyyy, kiddo. >

-⚙️🛠️

-Oh, frag..-

…

H-Hello, sire. Do you need something.?

[wheeljack-standing]

< Ah, yeah, heh... >

< How uh. How are ya holding up? I got busy, couldn't check in. >

[first-aid-standing]

Busy, huh.?

I..I’ve been much better.

I’m still isolating. I can’t really remember the last time I left my room..

Is there a reason you decided to contact me now, sire?

[wheeljack-standing]

*"wanted to give a proper goodbye and its not your fault you inherented your questionable taste from me and im sorry for abandoning you but dont worry ratchets back"*

< That's good! Being better, not isolating. >

< Your siblings haven't visted yet? Anyone? >

< I... just... finally had some time to myself. And wanted to see how you were. If you're okay. >

[first-aid-standing]

..No. None of my siblings have come to see me.

But..some of my friends have. Like, Blades and Cyclonus.

A-Also..my boyfriend.

And, uh.. I’m not totally okay. I’m alive, I guess..

[wheeljack-standing]

< They... haven't...? >

< Aid that's not-- >

< Boyfriend, huh? I didn't know you were... Ah- What's he like? >