This is my very first fanfiction that I'm putting on here so I'm sorry if any of the characters are OOC. ('out of character' if you don't already know that)
The main pairing is StarscreamxKnockout.
Friendship only pairing is KnockoutxArcee (sorry to burst any bubbles)
WheeljackxArcee later.
SoundwavexBumblebee much later.
Some G1 characters will be added as I go.
I tried catching every little Cybertronian term so there might be a few human terms that made their way in.
Enjoy~
With the revival of the now vibrant blue planet Cybertron came the tedious job of cleaning its streets and repairing the slightly damaged buildings; destroying the ones that are too far damaged to be repaired. Seven out of the eight Autobots that had ended the war on Earth went to their home planet to do this job, knowing that it would take many years before it was fully restored.
In time, with the help of other Autobots showing up to speed up the process, that day will come.
Months had passed and the Autobots had their base of operations, which happened to be the first building that they restored; not the one that Megatron had restored though. The second building was a small Hotel that just so happened to be close by.
They needed a place to recharge now didn't they.
Many buildings in the area were restored but were all still vacant. From shops, to homes, to even a factory that refines Energon so its consumable. Everything was going smoothly.
*BOOOOOM!*
Arcee had shielded her face from the flying debris with an arm, coughing lightly as some dust entered her systems. She removed her arm and squinted her optics to try and see through the cloud of dust.
"Wheeljack!" she called. "Wheeljack, are you alright?"
She waited a few seconds and as the dust cleared, her optics grew wider and wider. The building that was right there in front of her was leveled to the ground.
A surge of panic shot through her and she bolted into the pile of debris, "Wheeljack!"
She moved some slabs of metal around, trying to see if she could spot any sign of him, calling his name as she went. Just as she was about to check a different spot, she heard movement to her left before she saw it.
She turned her helm and watched as a giant sheet of metal fell over and Wheeljack's helm and arm poked out. He coughed and grinned in her direction, resting his chin in the palm of his servo.
"Well, that didn't go as planned."
Yeah... smooth.
"Something's wrong."
"What do you mean, wrong?"
"Arcee and Wheeljack aren't back yet for break," Bumblebee looked at Smokescreen, who was sitting beside him on a few crates.
"Maybe Wheeljack finally pulled the moves on her," a voice behind them said.
They turned around and looked up at a few crates that were stacked behind them, seeing a small white and black mech lounging up there with a cup of energon.
Smokescreen grinned, "You think so?"
The mech shrugged, "Maybe," he said into his cub, taking a sip from it. He stopped and looked up, rolling onto his front to look pass some buildings, "Speak of them and they shall arrive."
Both Bumblebee and Smokescreen were confused until they looked over in the direction that the mech was looking. Sure enough, Wheeljack and Arcee were making their way over to them. Wheeljack was limping and had his arm across Arcee's shoulders. Both were covered in dust.
Smokescreen immediately stood up, "Wh-what happened to you two?"
"Whoa, whoa, my mech, let them sit down first," the mech up on the crates sat up and looked over at the two as Arcee helped Wheeljack to sit down. He rested his elbow on his knee, resting his chin in the palm of his servo, "Let me guess, you blew up another building."
Wheeljack laughed, "You got it spot on."
"But you got hurt this time," Bumblebee said, eying Wheeljack's leg that was leaking a bit of energon.
Arcee shook her helm while she checked the damage on his leg, "Apparently the bomb wasn't set right."
"I guess I accidentally set it for ten seconds and not one minute."
The mech on the crates laughed, "Same old Jackie."
Arcee looked up and over at the white and black mech, "Jazz, do you know where Knockout is?"
Jazz frowned, "He's in his quarters."
"Still?" Smokescreen said, being surprised. "He's been in there for a week now, when's that decepticreep going to come out?"
Arcee gave the rookie a disapproving look, "Smokescreen."
He flinched.
"What have I told you?" Arcee added.
He sighed, "That he's not a Decepticon anymore so I should drop the name calling."
Wheeljack and Jazz were snickering, trying to prevent from laughing. Smokescreen glared at them both.
Arcee smiled, "Good," she said then went back to looking at the wound.
Smokescreen waited a few seconds then ex-vented, "You want me to go get him don't you."
"That would be nice, thank-you."
He didn't say anything more and began walking towards the Hotel. That's when Wheeljack and Jazz burst out laughing.
Bumblebee frowned, quickly got up and ran after him, "Wait up Smokescreen, I'll come with you!"
The two were still laughing until there was a yelp and the sound of metal hitting metal. The laughing stopped abruptly and both Wheeljack and Arcee looked over at Jazz but he wasn't where he was. They soon watched him come out from behind the crates, rubbing his helm and lower back.
"I warned you about sitting up there," Arcee smiled.
Jazz waved a servo at her, "Yea, yea."
Wheeljack couldn't help but snicker.