Author's Note: So, I love Wheeljack. Yup. Shameless Wheeljack fan. He needs more love.
*squee* He's adorable! And eccentric! And explosive! And an engineer! (that's totally not my dream job, no...)
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. I would love to own Wheeljack, though. (fangirl, what fangirl? where?)
The scientist took one last look at his notes before sighing a very world weary sigh. It was the kind of sigh that belonged to scientists and mathematicians: the sigh that said something along the lines of 'why does this equation hate me?'
Another sigh. A glance around the cluttered room. The walls were covered in shelves that in turn were covered in junk. Now to the scientist this 'junk' might actually look like something that one day could be useful. To the casual observer however it looked like well... Junk.
Yet another sigh. The sound of a chair scrapping along the floor as it's pushed back. The scientist rubbed a hand over his eyes. Another glance around the dimly lit room.
"This... Is getting no where..." The scientist stood up, grabbed some sheets of paper off the desk, and walked over to a particularly large shadow. "Have a good night, buddy." He patted the shadowy figure. "Maybe we'll get further." Yawn. "Tomorrow..." And with that the scientist left into a brightly lit hallway, closing the door firmly on his way out.
A minute later, exactly, two bright glowing blue orbs appeared a good twenty feet off the ground. The orbs moved shiftily around checking out their environment. When they detected no life signs the orbs lowered slightly.
"Hmmm..." Two oddly shaped panels of glass lit up at the sound. A... head was the only way it could be described. There was defiantly eye-like things (that is what the 'orbs' were) and something that looked almost like a nose, but it got covered up halfway by something that almost looked like a mask. The oddly shaped panels of glass were situated on either side of the 'head' where the ears would normally be. The rest of the head was shaped roughly like a helmet with three ridges on the top. It was hard to tell what color its face was because the light of the fins dyed everything blue.
The thing moved forward, towards the desk. The dim desk light that the scientist had 'forgotten' to turn off still eliminated the papers strewn across it's surface.
"Hmmm..." Again the panel-ear-things flashed at the sound. The thing leaned in closer to the notes to better see the scribbles thrown across the papers.
"Tch. No." A pencil was grabbed carefully between two huge fingers and the thing started to cross out parts of the equation and write new things in their place. This continued on for hours as the thing moved through all of the many papers on the desk. By the end all the work, all of the papers were neatly stacked in a corner with many revisions to the equations on their surfaces.
A satisfied huff. The thing turned to lamp. "Tch." And the lamp turned off, plunging the lab into darkness.
The scientist turned on all the overhead lights of the lab, casting everything into sharp contrasts. In one corner, the closest to the door, stood a white and grey robot with green and red accents. Its optics were dim, its frame relaxed. The scientist smiled. He turned back to his desk and as he suspected, it was organized and the light had been turned off.
"Thanks, Elf."
Super cookie for the person who gets the 'elf' reference.
Not what you were expecting, eh?
I have no clue where this came from by the way, I just had an image of 'Jack leaning over a human sized desk scribbling on little papers and saying "Tch." Heh, yeah, my brain is weird.
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