Author's Note: Basically, this story is set a few years after Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. In this story, all the Transformers are human and most of the Autobots spend the majority of their time in the NEST base with other NEST operatives. Annabelle is William Lennox's daughter and is around five or six in this story. I've drawn what Wheelie looks like in this fic here:

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I've added more character and emotion to him rather than him just being comic relief. Okay, enough of my rambling! Go on, read it- it's not as horrid as it sounds.

She didn't like it when all of the grown-ups were busy.

Mommy was out buying groceries.
Daddy was doing NEST-related work with Optimus.
Ironhide was resisting the urge to toss Skids and Mudflap through a window.
Ratchet was fixing up Bumblebee, after he'd gotten into a little bit of trouble- which he insisted that he hadn't started or caused.

In the background, Annabelle could hear the twins attempting to get their rap CD's back from Ironhide, who had confiscated them in the first place for being too innapropriate for Annabelle's virgin ears. The pleading didn't seem to work, as she soon heard the sound of machinery breaking and Ironhide's voice saying "LISTEN TO THE FRAGGING THINGS NOW!" Another new curse word to add to her ever-growing list.

A different noise reached her ears, one of snoring and sleep-filled mumbling. A smile spread across her face, once again filled with hope that someone might be able to entertain her. As she reached the couch, the girl was dissapointed to see a certain blue-haired Autobot sound asleep on the furniture- mouth agape. She wasn't entirely sure why, but neither of her parents or Ironhide wanted her hanging around Wheelie- just like they did with the twins. She assumed it had something to do with the words they used.

"Wheelie?" Placing a small hand on his shoulder, she nudged him carefully. He didn't wake up. With both hands, she repeated the action. Same result. Taking a deep breath, she attempted to wake him up again- this time succesfully. "Wheelie!" The young girl shouted, causing the ex-Decepticon to jump up and fall off the couch, screaming in alarm.

"I'M INNOCENT!" The Autobot shrieked, covering his face with his arms as he curled into the fetal position on the floor. Giggling, Annabelle looked down at the teenager, finding him goofy. After hearing her laughter, he uncovered his face and frowned at her and got back up on the couch, glaring down at her with his bright red eyes. "Oh, ya think that scarin' the livin' spark outta me is funny, do ya?" He grumbled, crossing his arms to show that he meant business. However, the girl just kept grinning up at him, and even nodded in agreement with a laugh. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh it up, sparkling. Now let me recharge, allright?" He grumbled, laying down and rolling over so that his back was turned to her, though his arms were still crossed.

"D'you wanna play with me?" She asked politely, poking him on the shoulder lightly.

"No." Was the brief, irritated reply. Annabelle frowned, putting her hands on her hips, as she had seen her mother do when she was upset- as if Wheelie could see her and would give in at the sight of her pouting. However, he couldn't and she was the one to cave in, and began to whine.

"Come on." She pleaded, tugging the sleeve of his shirt.

"No." Wheelie reapeated flatly, seemingly unphased by all of this annoyance.

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"Pretty please with sugar on top?"

"I said "no", damnit!" The Autobot finnaly snapped, sitting back up and furiously glaring at her. Annabelle looked at him blankly for a moment or two, before droplets of water began to well up in her eyes and she started to cry- and loudly at that. At this, Wheelie began to panic- Ironhide was sure to offline him if he heard her crying! "Oh slag! C'mon, don't start leaking! I didn't mean it! Allright, I'll play with ya, just stop crying!" He pleaded with her, crouching down to her eye level. Almost immediately, as if on cue, Annabelle grinned up at him and grabbed his wrist. "Okay! First, I'll show you all my painting from school, 'kay?" She proceeded to drag him out to the kitchen, and Wheelie was confused. What the Hell had just happened here?