Transformers: Oneshots (REQUESTS OPEN)

Back into the world || Wheeljack X femme

I simply turned my head away, watching a group of mechs who were betting on who could could make the most friends here, and actually stay in contact with them.

Then I felt something slam on the table. I looked up again. Clearly this guy wanted to pick a fight. He was rambling on about me killing this and that, destroying, blah blah blah.

I simply stood up, tilting my helm down to look at the mech. I extended my wings from their retracted position which allowed me to sit. Their large size made me look even taller and larger than I already was, compared to this mech and his friend. His 'friend' shook his head and backed off. I could tell he wasn't scared. He just didn't want to be involved.

The blue and yellow mech growled under his breath, looking up at me. "Come on, take that mask of yours off and give me a real fight!" He messily swung a servo to punch me, but he was drunk, and clearly since the war he hadn't done any fighting.

I easily caught his servo in my own, holding his fist. I held on, not letting go as he tried to break free. Slowly I found myself squeezing, giving into the urges which made me a decepticon. But my optics glanced up, seeing a new group come in. A bunch of wreckers. I let go of the mech, who quickly held his servo up to his chassis in pain.

I shoved past him and went to leave, but a servo grabbed my arm. I spun around, transforming my servo into a sword and preparing to slice the mechs helm off. But I quickly jumped back - recognizing Wheeljack.

"Woah, I mean no harm!" he chuckled, lifting his servos innocently. "N/n, how you been?"

"Don't call me that."

"Fine Sunshine," he turned around to look at the other wreckers, who were waiting for him. Wheeljack waved them off, signaling them to not wait on him. "Can I get you anything?"

I was about to say no, but the wrecker led me over to the bar. "Watcha want?" I just stared at him blankly. "Okay, one high-grade and one medium," he ordered. He gave me the medium, and I hesitantly took it. I removed my face mask and took a sip.

"So. When'd you get outta Grindcore?"

I set down my drink, looking at the cube. "Today. Two mega-cycles ago."

Wheeljack's optics widened. "And you're here? Alone? Come on, you gotta celebrate! See friends, party!"

I smirked sourly. "I know I was only a part of team prime a little after you joined, but you had to have noticed that I don't 'party.'" I put air quotes around 'party' with my digits.

Wheeljack shrugged, taking a drink. "Well, what are you planning on doing now?"

I also shrugged, looking down and tracing a digit along the bar counter. "Dunno. Maybe I'll get a ship and fly out into the stars." I stopped talking. That was all I had planned after all. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Well, there's gotta be more than that!" Wheeljack playfully punched my shoulder plate, and I looked down at where he touched me before looking down at him. "Come on Sunshine, I'm curious!"

I sighed. "That's all. I can't do anything that has even a chance of being violent. I'll just end up tearing someones wires out, and shoving them down their best friends throat."

Wheeljack laughed, then spoke reassuringly. "Well, what about your inventions? You used to do some engineering, right?"

I looked at him, lifting an optic ridge. I then extending my digits to grab a cube someone had dropped across the room, bringing it over. I then ejected one of my throwing stars, firing it at a dartboard on the opposite walls.

Wheeljack just stared at the cube, then the dartboard. "Point taken."

All my 'inventions' had been used to harm others. And on top of that, they all required immense pain on my part. Not exactly a good past time.

"Look Wheeljack, I appreciate you trying to be a friend. But we aren't. And even if we were, you wouldn't be able to help. I've only ever enjoyed two things in life: killing and inventing. Both of which result in death, and me going back behind bars."

Wheeljack looked down. It seemed he was thinking about something. He then looked up. "We both know I'm a wrecker. Right?"

"Right."

"So naturally I'd do wrecker-type stuff after the war?"

"Yep."

"Nah. It got boring. You know what I did? I became a scientist."

I stared at him. What?

"Really. Half my inventions don't work, and the other half end in fiery explosions. But it's fun. I enjoy it." Wheeljack pointed back to the other wreckers who were all goofing around. "Those guys are my buddies. Always will be. Especially Bulk. But I'm more than just a wrecker."

I looked at him, confused. Wheeljack? A scientist? I finished my drink, then smiled ever so slightly at the wrecker. "Thanks Wheeljack," I then stood up and put my servo on his shoulderplate before leaving the bar, leaving macadams. "See you around, Sunshine!"