Transformers Prime: Project Predacon

"Bonding" Time

"You know, 'Screen. Maybe she doesn't want you climbing on her, ever think of that?" He called to the bot that was crawling all over me. I felt his movement stop, and he murmured something I didn't catch.  

"You're just fine, Smokescreen. I don't mind."  He waited a few seconds before moving around again, this time handling me carefully, as if not to make me angry or aggravated.  

"Jackie, come on over here. She's not that bad."  Wheeljack scowled, not bothering to take another step forward.  

"The other one tried to kill us, Bulk. You think I'm gonna respect this one just because it's different?" I could feel his anger directed to me and I understood why he disliked me but I couldn’t help but get a little offended. I raised my tail slightly, opening my jaws to reveal my sparkling row of sharp teeth.  

"Wheeljack, she's way smarter than the other one, he wasn't very smart. There's no need to be judgemental, you haven't even met her yet." Wheeljack started forward, rolling his optics and grumbling the entire time. He stopped in front of me, giving me a sour look.  

"Hi, Wheeljack. Nice to meet you." He was quick to speak and his tongue was sharp with sarcasm. I studied him, he actually wasn't very bad looking. I quickly imprinted his bio-signature and searched my data banks for any history on him. I found some, actually, I found a lot.  

"You, are a war hero." I paused, shifting through the information before stumbling upon the list of deceased Wreckers that were on his team.  

"And most of your friends are dead or lost in battle. My deepest condolences, Wheeljack." I bowed my head slightly, showing my respect for someone so highly ranked and then left with nothing. I saw a distinct change in his attitude, he seemed to stand up taller, holding himself proudly, but I also saw his expression harden and I knew he didn’t want to talk about it. He gave me one last look before stomping away back to the abandoned Decepticon warship. As soon as he was out of earshot Bulkhead began to explain.  

"That's kind've a sensitive topic for Jackie, he doesn't like to talk about it much. Anyway, how did you know that? Not a lot of bots know much about Wheeljack's past, except for me, of course." Bulkhead seemed very curious, so I explained.  

"It was in my databanks. And I did a little searching through his to verify it, I didn’t want to be saying something that wasn’t true." I explained. Bulkhead leaned back slightly, rocking on his heels.  

"I wouldn’t do that again if I were you, however you did it. What Jackie know's is a secret, he doesn’t like things getting out about stuff he knows." I hummed in response, making sure to take note of what Bulkhead had pointed out. Smokescreen continued to prod around and I laid my head back onto the dry sand, enjoying its warmth. I closed my optics, dozing off slightly.  

"So. . . do you remember anything? From that night, I mean? I heard Arcee ask suddenly. She seemed reluctant to talk about the subject, but I decided to give her the best answer I had. I took my time, mostly because it was way more dramatic, and because I was having strange little flashbacks.  

"All I remember. . . Is Shockwave." There was a small inaudible gasp, and the sparkling on my back stopped moving then jumped off of me, as if trying to show off.  

"Shockwave? I thought you guys said he was dead." There was an awkward silence, Arcee responded with a crack in her voice.  

"So did. . . we. Are you sure it was him? Optimus will want to know this, it's not good that he's still alive." I hummed again to acknowledge her, movement meeting my ears.  

"I'll tell 'em, and go talk to Jackie, try to reason with him. You don't really seem as bad as he thinks." I felt the vibrations in the sand I lay in as he walked away, intending to alert Optimus of Shockwave's fake death. I sighed a little, relaxing again before feeling Smokescreen's small arms start pulling him up on me again. Arcee eventually became comfortable enough around me to actually lean up against me, taking a small, well needed nap herself. Smokescreen kept himself quiet, not wanting to disturb either of us. I lay there for a few hours, Arcee had yet to wake up and Smokescreen had fallen asleep, his energy gone and causing his body to crash.  

That's when a familiar, strange smelled filled my system. 

***Hi, me again. Of course, wonderful cliffhanger. I'm doing good with those, right? I hope so. I dunno, I feel like you guys expect more from me but I dunno what it is becuase you don't tell me so I'm feeling a little lost, I guess. Okay, I'd like a bit of feedback, if you do happen to read this, I'd like it if you commented what you think is going to happen in the next few chapters, or the whole story in general. I just feel like I'm getting a little predictable, so if you told me what you think I'll do next then maybe I can try to tweak things up a bit and make it a little more unpredictable. So yeah, hope you guys liked!! 

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