The Wrecker

Chapter one: What I do best

Wheeljack X Prowl

I am making Wheeljack more of a Military type mech in this very much like he was seen in Transformers Prime. This would be movie continuum for the most part. this rabbit has been nibbling at my neck and I just want it to stop so here it is...

I feel it radiate through me. The shockwaves from the blast beat down on my systems and temporarily take me offline. I'm rebooting in a fog and can't seem to hear anything, my audios are shot and my words sound like a muffled scream in my processor. I roll slightly to my left side from my back and my fist clutches the dirt below. Digging my digits in I pull the large section of sod from it's rooted place and try to pull myself up, but I fumble falling to the ground.

I open my optics, or try but they are so heavy and it's hard to make out what's around me. I've survived and it's Primus' will that I have.

"Wheeljack!" Prowl screams from my left and in the muffle of my audios I make it out. I nod and wave a hand it's all I can do right now. "Primus Jackie!" He's beside me in an instant and I push him off with a groan. A beat before he rebounds back to my side rolling me back over. His hands are grasping under my main torso plate. He's holding the lines that flow from my spark chamber in his hands. He's keeping me from bleeding out. "MEDIC!" it's all I hear before I see his shadowy form shake it's head. Primus I hate Mondays; then its nothing but darkness.

"There we go." I shake my head slowly looking around as my optics come online and my Audios Boot. "Nice to have you back in the world of the on-line Wheeljack." The medical officer is leaned down over me. Looking at me with a careful optic and a hand held scanner. "Any discomfort, any warning pings I need to know about?

"Ratchet?" I blink my optic shutters, one is a micron off but it's fine compared to how I was before. I'm dismissing his questions entirely. My hud shows low energon warnings and pings small reminders that look to date back over a weeks time. Nothing he asked about. "No…" a beat "No I'm fine."

"They brought you to the Ark when First Aid could not repair you. You'll live by the way." I hate when he's like this. He shifts back from me and allows me some space.

Shifting my back I roll my legs off the side of the medical berth. "Thanks Ratch…" I shake my helm to try to lift some of the processor fog I'm in. My servo lays over my face plates and I rub at the softer metals that form my face as if trying to rub out the ache.

"You're welcome." A nod from the medic as he steps back to look me over, his face is drawn and calm as he continues to speak. "You got right in the space between the EMP blast and your mechs." He shakes his helm looking at me. "You could have been off lined for good." It's not a reprimand so much as quiet concern. "What were you thinking?"

"I am the leader of the Wreckers." I stand shifting my helm up to face him. There is no regret in my vocals, and no apology either. "I was thinking of my Mechs." I shake my helm to either side to work my neck joint, as my free servo starts righting the plates on my left fore arm. "I was thinking about-" Prowl. "Lessening the damages that might be caused." I vent out a sigh and note my manifold stings a bit.

"Uh huh." Ratchet waits and when I have no reply he turns to clean off some of his tools. "I'll put that in my report to Prime." He says quietly then changes the subject. "You've got grafted protoform on your entire left side…be mindful of it as it's still fresh. Your manifold may feel a bit of discomfort as it's a rebuild of your old one, I couldn't find adequate parts so I had to do a bit of tweaking."

"Tweaking?" I ask optics thinning out. "And what of my optics?"

"The same ones you always had…" he shifts to turn to look at me. "Just reseated one in its socket." He must have noticed the tremor in optic shutter because he turns grabbing an adjustment tool; stepping up he lines it up with my optic shutter he adjusts slightly. "There that should do it. Why did you take this assignment again?"

"Because I learn more out in the field Ratch." And that's true my scientific studies were still very close to my spark but I preferred to be out in the field servos-on whatever I could find, rather than be stuck in some lab somewhere. "I get more done…I'm free to do as I like." The tool sparks and I flinch away from him every so slightly.

"How's that?" I wait for the optic to shift around and adjust it's focus.

"Much better…thanks." I shift my weight over to my right stabilizer. "Am I free to go?"

"You're to report to Prime…." He looks up at me. "Good luck." I nod and turn to the main door and press through it. I haven't been on the Arc in hundreds of cycles and as I pause and take in the brightly lit corridor I sigh and remember why. All the mechs and femmes look at me differently. I don't like that one bit.

The door to Prime's office is locked but I press the buzzer and wait. It only takes moments for the door to open and Prime is standing behind his desk. Two chairs in front of the desk have their large backs to me. It does not shock me that Prowl is seated in one of those chairs with a data pad. "Wheeljack…good to see you." Prime's voice is even and all business. I can't tell weather he's mad I took the hit, or relived that I am alive. He might not be either.

"Prime." I say evenly not casting Prowl a glance.

"I've read the reports from your team." He says returning to his seat and motioning to the chair across from him. I take the seat offered and wait. In the periphery of my optics I can see Prowl watching me. "What you did was selfless, and may have saved the lives of your team mates."

"Thank you Sir." I nod evenly.

"That doesn't make it right." I look up at him slightly confused. "We cannot afford to loose any of us Wheeljack…there are too few of us left." I nod slowly.

"Sir permission to speak freely?" I pause.

"Always." He motions to me.

"What would you have done?" I cast Prowl a sideways glance and then focus back on Prime leaning forward in my chair.

He thinks long and hard on the question and nods slowly. "The same." Shifting forward he presses a button on his console and a click then a buzz before he speaks. "The Wreckers to the main conference room. Wreckers to the main conference room immediately."

Prowl and I both stand and wait as Prime shifts to stand looking at us both. He sizes us both up and we take even vents waiting. "Wheeljack I'm reinstating you to The Wreckers as their commander."

"Thank you sir." I nod slowly. "I really appreciate it."

"Prowl will be your second." I freeze and he's noted that my optics are blank. "Is something the matter Wheeljack?" Oh Primus there is.

"Sir…no offense to you or Prowl, but you would be better served by Prowl's presence here on the Arc. Might I suggest Jazz?" I wait quietly. "I could really use his expertise."

"No part of our responsibilities here are to gather information. Jazz is needed to process that information and train those who will be doing the infultrations." Prime turned motioning to Prowl who had been for all intensive purposes quiet. "Prowl is good at coming up with plans, making schedules and meeting deadlines. He's your second." With the drop of the Data pad to the desk and the motion to the door, the conversation was instantly over. Primus take me to the well right now.

I look to Prowl who gives me a nod and motions me forward and I follow Prime. "He will follow your orders, but understand that you are both the same rank." I grit my denta behind my faceplate and nod. That's exactly why I wanted Jazz; he would be below me in rank. I look at Prowl and shake my head, and Jazz would not be such a constant distraction.

"Is there a problem Wheeljack?" Prowl asks a slight hitch to his voice as its tone raises up and he quirks the plate over his brow.

"No…." I lie moving to step up beside Prime. "Where are we headed next?"

"Alexia Prime has a small Cybertronian settlement mostly femmes and hatchlings…" he hands me a data pad as we walk. "Prowl's been briefed, you'll set up camp there, but you'll be checking into some rumors of Decepticons in the vicinity possibly staging some sort of attack from the third moon there."

"Called Mortra." Prowl interjects. "The Alexia Colony has communications out posts on the moon, but they haven't heard from them in almost two orns." Prowl follows up from behind. "We're to go in…find the missing crew members from that team, and bring them back no matter their status."

"And cons?" I question as we come to a stop outside the door to the conference room.

"If you can capture them, and if you cannot take them alive, they cannot be allowed to leave." Prime murmurs it's against his morals, he's Prime that's how it should be. That's why my team was formed; we've got more energon on our hands than any other Special Forces unit. Nodding I look back at Prowl.

"Formulating a plan are you?" I ask him as Prime opens the doors and steps in out of Audio shot.

"Already have." He smiles, and I could get use to that smile even though I won't admit it. He hands me the data pad and follows Prime inside. Looking down at the information I get a good look at his aft then I step inside a solid half step behind him looking up as I enter. I want to get our Mechs briefed and get us the Primus Forsaken Pit out of here I've got missions to run and to figure out how to keep Prowl busy and away from me so I can work with a clear Processor.

To be continued...