Sooo….Yeah. I have…no excuse whatsoever for the fact that I haven't at all for a long time. No excuse at all. I just haven't had the will to write anything. But most of all this is just to get back into the swing now that school is letting up on the stress and to prove I'm not dead to a certain someone who emailed me. Yeah, they emailed me to ask if I was dead. If I didn't reply I don't know how they'd know if I was off' or not, but I'll leave the details up to them.
Disclaimer: I don't own crap. However one day I shall claim Wheeljack in the name of me.
Ratchet gripped the welding torch, glaring at the offending party that stood in the Med Bay's entrance. He wondered absently if it was worth reattaching whatever it was that had been blown off this time, since it would surely be missing in the next few days once more.
It had been bad enough when Red Alert had come to Earth. True, Red wasn't as bad as he could be, and it was probably just a onetime episode, but the mech could still be more annoying than Sideswipe at times. Sure, Red was at times referred to as the Security Nazi…but Wheeljack had arrived on Earth. Wheeljack. Just the name brought back memories, all of which were just as frustrating as they were now.
Sam and Leo had at first been ecstatic to learn that the bot often dealt with explosions. Their enthusiasm damped when they realized that the explosions weren't on purpose, and they had run in terror after the first experiment that had involved them volunteering to help. Wheeljack had been delighted, as he had never seen a human before, and so started almost immediately to play with Earth's current technology. Naturally his lab was avoided with an almost religious fervor.
In the first week Ratchet had reattached Wheeljack's: both arms (twice), his right leg, three major power lines, an optic, and his head. All of the injuries came with an…interesting story of explanation for the mishap. Most fascinating was the one about his head, which involved a modified leaf blower and a spatula.
Red Alert was rigorously trying to reign in 'Jack's experiments for fear that the Decepticons may attack after one of Wheeljack's many defective inventions exploded for the fifth time. However, when the Decepticons had found out 'Jack was here, they had definitely become more cautious. Even amongst the 'Cons Wheeljack was renowned for his inventions, regardless of whether they worked correctly or not.
Before Ratchet's optics was an example of when those inventions did not work. Wheeljack was being held out in front of Optimus, Bumblebee standing next to the Prime holding a pair of legs, and Prowl behind both, more than likely holding more of the mad scientist. For the moment, Wheeljack was just a limbless torso that vaguely reminded of a mannequin used in human stores. Except that those mannequins usually don't look like they just survived a nuclear explosion. Both of the lights on either side of Wheeljack's helm were hanging limply by mere wires and swung to and fro as Optimus carried him to a medical berth.
Ratchet surged air through his vents in a heavy sigh and set the torch down before he threw it at the limbless wonder. "Wheeljack…do I really want to know?" At that moment Sam, who had followed the macabre parade down the way to the med bay finally caught up. "Hey Ratchet, do you know where my Xbox 360 is?" Wheeljack did his best to wiggle to the side of the berth as to look at the little human. "Actually, I took it to see how the insides worked and if I could make it better." A horrified look came over Sam's face. "Oh God 'Jack, pease don't say…" Bee nodded grimly at his charge. Sam's eyes teared up ever so slightly and he ran back down the hallway.
Wheeljack the Wonder Stump sighed and shook his helm. "Poor little Xbox; it was going so well until I turned it back on."
I didn't really have any inspiration for this. I just realized I had to prove I was among the living and started to put my pencil to paper.
P.S. I bet you can't tell who is one of my absolute favorites from the G1 series.