AU: finally found out how to upload from my tablet! Now no one will see a raw html coding...hopefully.

sorry for the inconvenience!

Ah, days like this Optimus could get used too, the sun high, air cooly flowing across his faceplates like the Earthen water, the Jasper, Nevada desert mirroring the bright sky. Yes Optimus could get used to this, but of course, Primus hated him.

"WHEELJACK!"

Sigh. If only, if only. Picking himself off the cliff sides dusty ground he wandered over to the 'secret' entrance to the insides of the base, of course it was just a small elevator for Fowler and the Autobots charges (June was afraid of heights so to see her up here would surely surprise the stoic Prime) and a giant elevator for him and his fellow Cybertronians...of course it was a little odd if Arcee, Bumblebee or Smokescreen were to step in, it was far too tall and far too wide (he had once went up with Arcee and he noted that she would be able to 'waltz', as the earth term went, around the 'room'.

But distractions aside, he stepped inside the elevator and waited for it to go down, the sight he was greeted with didn't surprised him in the least, it was Ratchet shouting of course. Wheeljack stood in front of what seemed to be a pile of smoking metal. Bulkhead looked sheepishly at the Prime and waved slightly, The Prime nodded kindly back to his fellow Autobot. Bumblebee was sitting next to a Cybertronian sized table(too small for him) with Ultra Magnus and Smokescreen, all looking slightly bored. Arcee just stood off to the side reading what seemed to be a datapad on...anger management?!

Who gave her that?!

Bulkhead must've seen the peculiar look the Prime was giving her and mouthed 'Ultra Magnus' before pointing to the mech with a large digit. No wonder she was giving him 'the look'.

"Wheeljack, Like I told you last time, you cannot turn my tools into one of your preposterous...doo-hickeys!" The primes medic screeched, you could tell he was mad, he was using Earthen terms.

"Relax Doc' there wasn't any accidents, were there? And you have plenty of tools to use. Didn't your creators ever teach you to 'share'"

Optimus resisted the urge to servo palm as he was brought out of his thoughts.

"Relax?! RELAX?! Primus never 'relaxed' when Unicron was alive! Solus Prime never 'relaxed' when she was building Cybertrons greatest devices!-" gesturing to the newly arrived Prime he continued "And Optimus never 'relaxed' when he was fighting Megatron! So NO Wheeljack, I cannot relax!"Ratchet finished, panting slightly from his gears steaming.

"Heh, what about sharing?"

With a violent scream The medic raised his deadly wrenches and threw it straight at the smug Wrecker.

As if it were slow motion Wheeljack ducked, the wrench continued,

The wrench hit the bases wall, ricocheted,

And hit a certain hot tempered femme.

Oh no.

well, anger management is down the drain, isn't it?

Said femme flew back a few yards with a harsh 'umph'. Ratchet realized what he had done and instantly looked petrified, he should've been. Wheeljacks grin faded once he saw how much trouble they both were in.

Needless to say they both screamed when a blue femme, who's optics had changed to a dark shade of violet charged at them.

Sigh. Primus, why?!