Where All Dreams Come True

Author's Foreword:

As you may or may not know, C.M.D. and me talk a lot, bounce off ideas, have fun and among other things help each other explore new areas of transformers fandom.

One day, I passed her one of my fics. Leaving it on a cliff-hanger, I have dared her to guess what will happen next, if she does - I write a free commission for her and if she doesn't - she gets to write one for me. Guess what happened!

Since we constantly torture Wheeljack x Ratchet, she asked me to write a fanfic with that pairing:

"Wheeljack x Ratchet, don't care, just make it happen"

Weren't her exact words buuuut something along the lines of!

When I first began working on this, I honestly thought it would be a 4-5 page fanfic ... I have underestimated my passion for writing ... again ...

So from a 4-5 page piece it turned into ... well ... a lot more than that ... I would give you the exact count but I would very much prefer to keep all of you guessing! Ha!

I will try to post a chapter every week, sometime during the weekends, this should last me quite a while for posting material!

Let's see, things you should know about this:

-I started off rather early in their lives, thought it would add more effect if instead of presumed history we have in the cartoon I would actually write the history

-I tried making the dialog so that it is possible to say who is saying what but I am afraid at times it can get confusing ... well ... not for me but for you guys ... sorry in advance

-as you will notice, there are some characters that you may not be familiar with, more about them in "Author's Notes" section"

-I attempted leaving some hints as to what happens in later chapters, not too many of them and some of them are faint so don't get frustrated if you don't see them

-I am working on my own version of Wheeljack accent along with others who do not speak like Ratchet or Smokescreen or Prowl or Optimus Prime who pronounce full words

-a few other things I am probably forgetting ...

-this doesn't really follow the established cannon

-this whole fanfic is completed and there will be some extra stuff in the end

Chapter 1

"Eager to meet the newest addition to the science team personally selected by Optimus Prime?"

"Eh, uh-huh, shu'eh."

"You don't sound all that enthusiastic. I'm sure Smokescreen's excited."

"'Course he is! Now he won' be the only one teh he'eh Huffeh whine all the freakin' time."

"Do not worry; you will be sharing quarters only temporarily, it will only be for fifty decacycles."

"A lot can explode in 50 decacycles …" the engineer mumbled to himself.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Nope, nothin'."

"Right, so, one of the things I wanted to talk to you about are the 'accidents' …"

"What accidents?"

"The explosions …"

"Oh, those accidents …"

"Yes, please, try to keep them to a minimum. The guy is the best surgeon we could find and we really need more medical personnel."

"Uh-huh, shu'eh I'll try."

"Great! That is all I am asking!"

"While I'm at it, why don' yeh tell Tracks …"

"Already had a talk with him not to sleep around … three times …"

"… Cliffjumpeh …"

"I don't think it ever helps, he thought I was settling in a Decepticon and proceeded to call me a traitor."

"… lambotwins …"

"They are up to something … again …"

"Warpath?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

"… Jazz …"

"Is baking an energon pie."

"… Blasteh …"

"Can't guarantee he won't play stupid songs."

"… Bluestreak …"

"Verbally abused each other, he didn't mind much."

"… Smokescreen …"

"Brought up daddy issues I supposedly have."

"… Red Alert …"

"Freaked out, set up more hidden cameras, tightened up the security, stayed in his room ever since, crumpled in a corner with a bag over his head."

"Oh? I'm last? Savin' the best fer last, huh, Prowl? Guess yer memories aren't fully back still?"

"Bits and pieces are coming back, thank you for asking. I will talk to Tracks again, then I will come back to you and then I will talk to Ironhide about where to put his brother's stuff."

"Eh, wait, brotheh?"

"Yes, brother."

"Yeh mean it's Ratchet?"

"You heard about him?"

"Oh, I heard of him all right' …"

"Can I believe you to decrease the amount of 'accidents'?"

"Yeh can believe whateveh yeh want …"

"Pass oveh he'eh!"

"No! Don't give it to Wheeljack! It will explode!"

"I'll make yer face explode, Prowl!"

"Blam! Over here! Kaboom!"

"Oi! I was wide open! What's this slag, Smokescreen?"

"We don't want to lose another ball!"

"The Wheelman kicks the slag out of balls!"

"I'll show yeh ball kickin' yeh excuse fer a sound system!"

"Kablam!"

"Ergh, yer know what, screw yeh guys, I'm goin' back to mah lab!"

"Bye, Wheeljaccident! Nghe nghe nghe nghe …"

"Shut up, Huffeh."

"Blam! Boom!"

"Urgh," the little inventor angrily walked to the corner, pissed at his classmates, kicking garbage cans unfortunate enough to get in his way, "fraggin' dumbafts, I'll show them accidentsooooow! My foot!"

"Had another accident?"

"FRAG OFF!"

"Hey, come on, guys," a white mech ran onto the field to join the kids in their game, "give him some space! You don't want to be caught in the kill zone, do you?"

"I WILL FRAGGIN' SHOW YEH KILL ZONE!" the middle schooler opened up his chest compartment and took out a huge rocket launcher.

"HOLY CYBERTRON!"

"HOW THE SLAG …"

"RUN!"

"Make my day, bitches," the young engineer aimed the gun to the center of the playing field, "eat my cryo-shot!"

When he pushed the trigger, however, the weapon made a clinky sound.

"What the …" a few astroseconds later he finally broke the silence, looking at his contraption. Sliding it off his shoulder to take a closer look at it, the mech tapped on the frame, "… that wasn' supposed teh happen."

"No," Ratchet said putting his hands on his hips, "it did what it was supposed to do."

"What?"

"Malfunction."

"Haahaahaa!"

"Blam!"

"Haha!"

"Sh-sh-shut up!"

"Hey, Wheeljack, you gonna cry? Nghe nghe nghe nghe …"

"Wheeljack's gonna cryyy! Wheeljack's gonna cryyyy!"

"Shut up!"

"Loser! Loser!" Everybody began chanting. "Loser! Loser!"

"I'LL FRAGGIN' SHOW YEH FRAGGEHS!" On the verge of tears, the youngling threw the gun to the ground and after making another clink sound, it violently exploded in his face, throwing him back to the other end of the street, "AAAAAAHHHH!"

"Oh, dear!"

"Help! Somebody help!"

"Someone call the teachers!"

"Wheeljack? Wheeljack!" Ratchet sprinted through the cloud of smoke and burning debris, finally finding a sizeable hole in the building, at the bottom of which was the accident prone inventor, "Wheeljack!"

"Ooohh, shit." He was slowly coming back online. "What the frag was that? Was it my alarm clock? Is it time fer school? Khe, khe, wait, what the frag happened?"

"Wheeljack!"

"Wha … oooooh," finally the middleschooler got up and slowly walked out of the damaged structure, limping, tripping and almost falling, pieces of him breaking off, "frag that hurts!"

"Here, let me help …," the white transformer reached out to help.

"DON' TOUCH ME!" The engineer slapped away his hand, now crawling out of the hole. "DON' YEH EVER COME ANYWHE'EH NEAH ME!"

"Wheeljack! Are you all right?" The rest of the kids caught up and a crowd was beginning to form. "What happened?"

"Yeh aftholes happened!"

"Let us take you to a doctor!"

"FRAG OFF! ALL OF YEH!"

"Wheeljack! Your arm!"

"Wha'?," he looked at where his right arm used to be only to see that it was no longer there, "what the …"

At last realizing what happened to it, the inventor said nothing else but quickly began limping away, grunting from pain as more scrap detached itself from his body and fell to the ground, coolant beginning to flow down his cheeks.

"Wh-Wheeljack!" Ratchet ran up to him and tried grabbing the damaged youngling by the arm but with little to no resistance it fell off, "…"

"Ho, slag …"

"Blam …"

"I don't think limbs are supposed to do that …"

"Satisfied?" The now servoless robot looked at Ratchet. "Happy, 're we?"

"Wheeljack …"

"See yeh."

"Somebody call an ambulance!" A few of the grown ups walked up to him. "That kid needs medical attention!"

"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" Completely disregarding the acute, stinging and numbing pain that made the middleschooler shiver, he hurried away, disappearing around the corner.

"Wheeljack!," the little transformer was banging on the door, where the poor inventor supposedly lived, "Wheeljack!"

Silence was his only answer.

It came to Ratchet as a surprise to find out that Wheeljack lived in the completely run-down, poor, damaged apartment complex in the middle of nowhere with dozens of homeless, beggars and very shady characters roaming the streets, considering that he attended one of the most prestigious schools in all of Iacon.

"Wheeljack! I know you are in there! Open up!"

"Kid," a gray Autobot stuck his head out of one of the lower apartments, reeking of alcohol, "What yah screaming for? Yah know what time it is?"

"Um, yes, it is noon."

"Wait, what? It's noon?" The oldbot began freaking out. "Since when?"

"Um, since a few astroseconds."

"Eh, slag it," he looked at the empty bottle and threw it into the depths of his apartment, "Whad'ya want, kid?"

"This is Wheeljack's place, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"Did he come back home yesterday?"

"Uh-huh."

"Did he leave?"

"Uh-huh."

"Do you know where he is?"

"Who?"

"Wheeljack."

"Who's Wheeljack?"

"Oh, come on!"

"Hey! What's with all this racket?" Suddenly, a winged femmebot pushed her elder out of the doorway. "Kup! Why aren't you packing and you, what the slag is your problem?"

"I-I-I-I am sorry …"

"Ergh, come on! The kid just needs a little help!"

"I will give him all the help he needs square in his face with my freaking fist …"

"I am going, I am going, I am going …" The mech named Kup quickly retreated back into his home.

"So, what's a twerp like you doing in a shitty place like this?"

"I, eh, um …"

"Eh, sorry," her whole attitude randomly changed, "not a good week. My name is Esmeral, what's yours?"

"R-r-Ratchet."

"Pleased to meet you." They shook hands. "Are you looking for Wheeljack?"

"Yes! Where is he?"

"I think I heard something explode in his apartment last night …"

"So he is home?"

"I am not sure, some of his inventions set off when he is in school sometimes."

"That's, um, safe?"

"Well, police tried coming in but got scared when he whooped out a carnivorous datapad that jumped on them …"

"That's, um, not dangerous at all …"

"Then they tried getting the army in …"

"What?"

"They were shipped back in pieces …"

"WHAT?"

"They don't come here anymore, in fact they circle the complex."

"That's, um, disturbing …"

"I am not sure where he is now, I don't live here so I wouldn't know …"

"Esmeral! Would you be so kind and help me pack my bags?"

"Be right there, Kup!"

"Is he your dad?"

"No, I am volunteering, helping out the elderly."

"Ah."

"Well, I gotta go, I hope you find your friend."

"Um, thanks. Good luck with your stuff?"

"Thank you! Bye!"

Standing there for another couple of kliks, Ratchet wrote something down on a piece of paper, taped it to the door and slowly made his way from the danky old building.

"Class," Alpha Trion stood at the head of the room with a very serious look on his face accompanied by a mech and two police officers, "Would someone mind explaining to me what happened yesterday in the school yard?"

"What's there to get? The little runts ruined my shop! Just whip all of them!"

"Dear sir," the teacher turned to the shopkeeper, "hitting children is against the policy and methods we use here …"

"Oh, well, that is just freaking nice, isn't it? How does that help my shop?"

"I most certainly hope that my students will be responsible enough to step up not just for the damage to your property but also for the explosion that happened in broad daylight on the street." The oldbot faced his younglings. "Now, whoever was responsible for this, please stand up."

A dead silence befell; nobody dared to make a sound or let alone move a muscle, not even the outside world provided a single noise for clicks.

"Huh, I guess your teaching techniques are not as good as you thought."

"I am very disappointed with all of you. I will take full responsibility."

"But it was those kids!"

"And during school hours I am in charge of them. Speaking of which, isn't someone here missing?"

Everyone anxiously exchanged nervous looks, too scared to say anything whatsoever.

"I will give you all one more chance, if nobody steps up, I will be forced to punish you all."

"It was Ratchet, Smokescreen, Warpath, Prowl, Blaster and Huffer!" Starscream jumped off his seat, "I saw them near the explosion! Do I get extra marks?"

"There are your little culprits!"

"Hold on. Is this true?"

Suddenly, the door was kicked wide open as Wheeljack barged in, to several kids' amazement with two new make-shift servos and a somewhat repaired frame, only a second later noticing the two policemen:

"Hey, what 're Mopey and Crybaby doin' he'eh?"

"Wheeljack?" Surprising everyone further, the law-enforcers made a few frightened steps back, putting their servos in front of them as if defending themselves. "Didn't we have a call today?"

"Yeah, a very important call, um, really far away from, here …"

"Yeahwell, wegottago, okthankyoubyebye!" The partners quickly made their way out of the school through the windows.

"Wheeljack!" Ratchet got off his chair and ran up to the young engineer. "Are you all right?"

"Get outta my way," he pushed the white middleschooler off to the side and proceeded to his seat way in the back of the classroom, sitting down and putting his feet on the desk top.

"… Wheeljack …"

"Ratchet, sit down. Wheeljack, why are you late? Is something wrong?"

"My alarm clock didn' work propehly, sorry."

"You mean it didn't explode in your face?" Starscream smugly smiled, leaning back on his chair only to be ignored by everyone.

"Ah, I, uh, see. Well, you are probably wondering why we had police here …"

"At long last decided teh get an education?"

"No, an explosion caused by our students has destroyed this hardworking mech's shop. Would you know who caused this?"

"Ah, yeah, that was me."

"Well, there you have it! Now punish him!"

"Wait!," Ratchet intervened again, "He didn't do it! I did it!"

"Is this true?"

"Yes!"

"No." the young inventor callously said as if none of this had anything to do with him.

"Who cares? Punish them! I demand compensation!"

"We were responsible too!"

"I told you that they did it! When do I get my extra marks?"

"Smokescreen? Prowl? Warpath? Blaster? Is this true?"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Affirmative."

"No."

"Wheeljack, why do you say no?"

"Stop undermining me!," the little seeker screeched.

"'Cause it was all me, these afts had nothin' teh do with it."

"I see. My dear mech," Alpha Trion turned to the damaged party, "Would you consider it to be compensation if Wheeljack helped you fix your wall?"

"Ergh, fine. At least he got some mettle in him."

"All right, Let's go. Where's yer shop?"

"What, now?"

"Yeh ain't getting' any money jus' by standin' 'round, 're yeh?"

"We will come too!"

"They are trying to skip!" The flyer banged his hand on the desk.

"No," the teacher stopped them with a wave of a hand, "Wheeljack has confessed, exams are coming up, you all need to study."

"… but …"

"No buts. Wheeljack, it will be all right if you do not attend classes to the end of the week."

It was grueling, it was devastating, it was horrible, the whole day ever since the inventive middleschooler left the class to repair the banged up shop was filled with a sense of betrayal and demoralization.

Finally, it came to an end.

Ratchet along with a few other of his friends wanted to come see how their classmate was doing so they all headed to the shop in grave silence.

"I leave the store for ten kliks, for just ten kliks unattended, and this happens! Young mechs these days!"

"Uh-huh …" the young Autobot wasn't even listening to him, just nodding and agreeing with whatever he was saying while pouring cement into the holes in the floor, "Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh …"

"I got a family to feed! I got taxes to pay! Business has been dying out!"

"… uh-huh, damn that sucks, uh-huh, right …"

"Back in my days we would give such bad kids a good whooping on the aft!"

"… uh-huh, sure, uh-huh …"

"I guess I have to give you credit for coming clean without any hesitation; that is admirable in you."

"… uh-huh, right, of course, uh-huh …"

"You are not even listening, are you?"

"… de'eh Cybertron, I didn' know that …"

"Wheeljack!" Ratchet, Smokescreen, Prowl, Blaster and Warpath stood just outside the store. "Hey, Wheeljack!"

"Friends of yours?"

"I don' have any friends."

"They threw you under the bus?"

"Nope, we neveh were friends teh begin with." With the last word, the youngling angrily put down the cement filler on the floor, got on his knees and began polishing the floor.

"Wheeljack!"

"They want to talk to you …"

"Im' workin'."

"You can take a break, you know …"

"Lateh, not tired yet."

"Wheeljack!"

"Well, it would be rude of me to refuse customers …"

"Yer candy shop, yeh do whateveh yeh want."

"Come in, welcome! Feel free to browse, careful, we are currently doing some renovations."

"Wheeljack!"

Completely ignoring them, the middleschooler continued with the repairs.

"I am sorry."

"We are all sorry."

He concentrated on his task as if there was nobody else in the spacious facility.

"Sir, I'm done polishin' the floor, when'll the materials arrive fer the wall?"

"They should be here in about a cycle or two. Why don't you take a break?"

"Don' feel like it," he shot a glance to the five kids, "I'll get started on yer shelves."

"Um, kid, they are all in pieces."

"Gimme twen'y clicks, gonna be good as new."

"My son Swindle already sold them for wall plating."

"Then I'll go check fer any damage in the basement."

"I already had someone take care of that. Kid, relax, you completed an entire construction team's work in just 6 cycles! Go outside, play with your friends for a little."

"Like I said," Wheeljack shot a glance at the five youngsters and proceeded to the exit, "I don' have any friends. I'll be back in two cycles."

"Come back tomorrow, it will get dark soon."

"… uh-huh, shueh, why not …"

"Now, what did you guys do?" The shopkeeper turned to his five customers. "I tried asking him but he said he was just experimenting with something. I want to hear the real story."

"We, um …"

"We kinda …"

"… made, eh …"

"… we kinda made, um .."

"Blam! Fun of him!"

"You boys should be ashamed of yourselves."

"We are! We came here to see if there is anything we can do to make it up to him!"

"And you."

"And you!"

"Zing! Damn right!"

"The stuff we did wasn't all that cool."

"Well, now that is an attitude I want to see from young mechs such as yourselves. There is not much you can do for me but if you really want to repent, you should go to your friend Wheeljack … and buy Sour Vector Sigma Keys with 2 new flavors of energon chips at 5.99 a pack, limited time offer, batteries not included, each sold separately."

"Um, batteries?"

"Not included."

Author's Notes:

As I have mentioned earlier, there are some characters that you may not be aware of. The one I remember in this chapter is Esmeral, she is from Victory manga, wife to Deathsaurus. You can always look her up on google or something, she is a cannon character. I thought it would be fun to throw in a few barely known characters.

It is not really a long way to go but do remember that with each chapter we get closer and closer to the end!

Don't forget to leave reviews! Hope you like it so far, more will come!

I dedicate this fanfic to Crescent-Moon-Demon with whom I have tons of fun!

... yes ... she read it and reviewed it ... (thanks dude!)

I want to leave this off with this note: dreams do come true.