A/N Well, with Transformers prime ended, I was left with not only a deep love of all the characters, but also a large curiosity of some of those who had no real back story.
And I must admit, this line of the fandom had me skeptical at first, and my main complaint was Wheeljack. I had argued up and down when I first heard of his role that he was a thinker, not a fighter. However, I was soon eating my own words as I found him a wonderful character that was so intriguingly complex that it seemed almost a crime to not cover his story. And well, as many of my watchers know, I do have OCs ( However, NO OCs will be playing any big role in this) and while cowriting with a dear friend of mine, my head cannon for how Wheeljack went from the lovable scientist to the hard as nails Wrecker came to refinement. While my friend knows the back story, I found it pestering me to not use this opportunity to explore not only Wheeljack, but also Bulkhead, Breakdown, and others who have flitted around the stage of transformers Prime, but have avoided the spotlight.
And YES! I support the ridiculously odd/ rare pairing of Wheeljack and Minerva! (mind you, a Minerva more like animated minus the obsessive fangirling over Ratchet :3 )

Disclaimer: Hasbro owns Transformers

In the peak of the golden age, the science community of Cybertron blossomed. Mechs and femmes alike who were placed and suited for science reveled in the discoveries they made. The uptick had caused a flourishing boom that sustained the planet for many a deca-vorn in peace. However, the days of peaceful theories and space exploration were behind the scientists of the era now. For some, they remembered the exiting of the golden years and would sometimes glance back through the eons via their memory banks, emitting a bitter-sweet sigh like a love gone but not forgotten. Others, would only stand by, running calculations or composing journals and just imagine it. What would it be like? To not go to work everyday and hear about what was going on in the world? About this Miner-turned-gladiator, Megatronus, or Megatron that was rallying a war cry across Kaon? What would it be like to not see neighbors, friends, and once in awhile colleagues leave and enlist in either the newly minted Autobot or Decepticon groups? And what of this new voice to the Autobots, Orion Pax? Or...was it Optimus Prime now? Perceptor really didn't know what to make of the news broadcast he was seeing on the holovid. Something about Megatron declaring war on the social classes of Cybertron and saying something paraphrased as the Council and the caste-system were flawed.

With a mild frown of bewilderment, the red and grey mech turned to one of his colleagues who seemed more wrapped up in the broadcast. "Skyfire, would you mind lowering the volume just a bit?"

Skyfire seemed to jolt out of deep thoughts as he faced the other mech. "Oh, of course Perceptor." The primarily white mech made a motion with his hand, and the volume dropped a few decibles. The large seeker looked back to his associate and one of two dear friends. "Forgive me, I find this social turbulance to be fascinating." He paused, before his voice wavered a micro-inch. "If not concerning..."

Perceptor smiled reassuringly. "Do not fret. There have been periods of social unrest before and there will in all logical assumption be social unrest again in the future. However, I highly doubt anything will come of this." He turned back to his tachyon microscope. "In all probability, things will calm down soon enough."

The lab in Crystal city was a typical Science lab on a typical day. It was a large, silvery-white room with microscopes for Perceptor to study Quantum Circuits, plenty of containment fields and holoscanners for Skyfire to study specimens he had collected on many an exploration Journey-though the kind and gentle giant would always return them to where they had been found- and drafting tables for the design of inventions. Something the red mech's dearest friend took so much love in.

Aside from a typical work lab, it was also a pretty typical day. Perceptor had looked around amongst the beautiful iridescent structures of Crystal city and smiled to himself. They glittered in full majesty not unlike pillars of stunning rock called diamond Skyfire had once brought back from a far away planet. Mechs and femmes walked among these formations, often discussing the newest discoveries or the finer points of philosophical debate; the light would refract in the prisms that the city was constructed of and beam down upon those who did walk by, showering them in a glimmering assortment of multicolored hues that reflected in turn off of the well polished armor of the citizens. It was a gorgeous sight, one Perceptor enjoyed as he walked to work, often stopping to cycle a vent of serenity as he made his way past crystal gardens and glimmering energon streams under the clear sidewalk to the lab he adored so much. Perceptor would always arrive first, unless Skyfire was working on a very important project, and then his best friend would come in for the day if he had succeeded in going home for the night. Normally, the red mech would find him asleep at his desk, having succumbed to fatigue from working so hard for so long. The mech was an absolute genius, and Perceptor had never seen another mech who harbored such a joy and passion for science.

Skyfire nodded, a small smile played on his lips before it vanished. "He is running later than usual today, even warranting the circumstances." He tilted his helm a bit, his optic ridges raising in worry. "Do you suppose he's alright?"

Perceptor looked up towards the clock. Half past ten; indeed, he was running very late by his standards. "I'm sure he is well. Perhaps it has something to do with his home life. Starting a family unit is a large step."

Skyfire smiled, before looking down to his documentation datapad on the specimens of Morphobots he had recently discovered on Ji-too. "Indeed, but if anymech deserves such a wonderful and loving sparkmate, it's him. I'm still highly pleased to hear of the news."
Perceptor looked back up again and nodded, a very sincere and sweet smile gracing his features. "Yes, truly he and Minerva will make excellent parents. I do hope they will be with spark soon." He chuckled. "The bond he and Minerva share is still very young, but anyone can see it is a match made in the Allspark." Wheeljack had fell in love with a Scientist from another lab named Minerva. She wanted to study medicine and new treatment therapies. In particular, something called a CR chamber...

The inner door beeped, catching the two scientist's attentions. A faint swoosh was heard as the outer door opened, and then the inner opened, revealing a white, red, and green mech who appeared to be on top of the world.

"Good Morning Perceptor, Good morning Skyfire." The mech greeted cheerily, his audio fins glowing a warm and happy yellow in time to his speech as he walked by with a spring in his step.

Skyfire smiled. "Good morning Wheeljack." The larger white mech said as the Scientist engineer nearly skipped to the energon dispenser to grab a quick refuel. "We were starting to grow a tad concerned about your absence. I trust all is well?"

The mech smiled as he looked away from the energon dispenser. "Everything is the best it can be!" Wheeljack said, his optics dancing and seeming as jovial as the blinking lights on the side of his helm. "The reason I was out was because Minerva and I went to the clinic today for her scheduled check-in."

Perceptor snapped up, a very eager and near ecstatic looked trying and failing miserably to be restrained. "And?" He asked hurriedly.
Wheeljack smirked, looking between the two before he clapped his hands once and squeezed them together in eagerness. "Everything is one hundred percent perfect!" The Scientist's chest seemed to puff out just a nano-fibre with pride. "We, are going to be parents!"

The other two scientists suddenly mirrored Wheeljack's vibrant and happy beam. "Oh that is wonderful, wonderful news Wheeljack!" Perceptor exclaimed.

"Indeed, my many sparkfelt congratulations." Skyfire said. "Do you know the gender?"

Wheeljack shook his helm. "Nope. We're keeping it a surprise." He chuckled happily. "Oh boy oh boy, I must say I can barely wait! Minerva and I have dreamed of this before we were bonded, and now our dream is finally coming true!"

The red mech walked over and placed a hand on the others' shoulder. "I am sure you will make an exceptional parent."

The white mech smiled a wider smile. The white red and green mech looked like he was about to explode from sheer and unrestrained joy. "I do hope so." He said before looking over to his work station. "Alright, enough chit-chat on my end. I still have to finish this." The mech walked over to his holo-drafting table and proceeded to type in an encrypted passcode. The screen hummed and flickered ice blue before a few files appeared, all encrypted individually.

Skyfire looked over. "Pray tell, are you ever going to tell us what exactly you are designing Wheeljack?"

With a chuckle, the mech in question turned around and waggled a finger. "Not quite yet Skyfire. I'll let you in when it's done." He turned back to the board, smiling softly. "This can help so many in not only the scientific community, but also the entire race." The mech then sat down and picked up a strange looking gizmo. "I just need to fix this flux capacitor..." Pulling a set of energon tools out of the desk's subspace, the mech dove into his work helm-first with an impassioned gusto. He chuckled. "Hopefully, it won't go Kaboom in my face again."

A/N Well, I hope you like this idea! :)

Oh, and to all those who follow me for other stories, new stuff is coming soon!