( It's been too long since I've written something... I've had this sitting on my head for too long, so I figured I should just write and upload it.
I've always found Armada-verse Wheeljack to be one of the most interesting and thought-provoking characters in the whole Unicron Trilogy, but it's sad that he's just a minor character and therefore we'll never really learn much about him or what happens to him later in the series.
It's staying as a one-shot for now, but if anyone wants me to do a followup or even turn it into a longer fic I probably will... I've got ideas, I just don't have the motivation. :P
Disclaimer: I don't own the Transformers, I'm just borrowing them for the moment)
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I don't know which is worse, being surrounded by what will probably kill you, or being surrounded by those who left you to die.
I begged him not to leave me.
I thought we were supposed to look out for each other in this unit. I thought I had finally found the "older brother" that I've been searching for ever since I was a sparkling.
He said he was going to go for help.
Aren't the Decepticons the ones who don't care how many of their men fall in the line of duty, and the Autobots the ones who will do all in their power to help those in need?
I don't know what to believe any more.
If this is really the end, what happens next? Will anyone come looking for me? Will anyone even notice that our unit is one man short? Is everyone still hanging around waiting for the promised help to arrive, or did they all leave?
He said he'd be back for me.
Am I being left behind because I'm the weakest one in the group? Am I atoning for some sin that I unknowingly committed? Why isn't anyone coming back? Why did everyone abandon me?
I thought I could trust them. I thought I could trust him.
Commander?
Wheelie?
Hot Shot?
The blaze is intense enough to melt the paint off my frame, but I've never felt this cold in my life.