Arcee knew that one day, Wheeljack would hurt himself. But of course it had to be the day when Optimus was on patrol with Ratchet, which meant she got to play Prime and medic.

"Wheeljack, what is it?" She had snapped over the comm. She didn't like being commed by him. It generally equaled bad news.

"Geez, you're sour today. I'll cut right to the chase. I need you to Bridge me back to base so Sunshine can fix me up and send me home, but there's a catch. You have to come through and help me."

"Wheeljack, why would I want to do that?"

"Because I'm blind," he had admitted over a pause. "Or, atleast I think I am. See, that's why I want you to come through, to see if I can see your beautiful af-"

"Alright, I'll be there in a second!"

Now she was bent over Wheeljack, who twitched and whined like a sparkling with a tank-ache. "Hold still..."

She delicately pulled shrapnel from his optic. She sighed when she finished and she put cloth over his optics before she held them in place with guaze. "Ratchet will check up on you when he comes back with Optimus."

"I was wondering why I got special treatment..." Wheeljack sat up and was about to hop off the berth when Arcee pushed him back down.

"I wouldn't do that," she said softly as she laid him back down. "No more running off. You're staying right here and telling me what happened..."

Wheeljack made a small sound as he did what he was told, recounting a tale about a grenade thrown into an Energon mine and it not going as far as he had thought it would and how the thrower had tried to get away from the grenade as fast as he could and made the huge mistake of glancing back to see how much time he had left when it deemed it time to explode.

"And then I commed in when I came back around. The Decepticons were gone, though, and I wasted a perfectly good grenade."

Arcee sat down beside him and readjusted the bandage across his optics. "Well, have fun telling Optimus and Ratchet what happened. They will probably ban you from grenades."

"For how long?"

"For, I don't know, forever."

"Pfft. They wouldn't dare." He rolled back over and Arcee growled in frustration.

She pressed her digit to the side of her helm. "Optimus, come in."

I hear you, Arcee.

"Any chance you're coming back soon?"

Negative. Ratchet and I are still looking for Energon and will not return until we have found enough to replace what we have lost. What is wrong, Arcee?

"Seems Sparky was injured with his own grenade."

Arcee heard a sharp laugh from Ratchet and a sound of disapproval from Optimus.

Arcee, I apologize, but you are to take care of him until Ratchet and I return, hopefully by this evening. We will see you then, Arcee. Optimus out.

Arcee cursed and stubbed her pede into the ground. "Wheeljack, it's just you and I for a while now, okay?"

"What? No Bulk? Where's my wrecking ball?"

"He and Bumblebee are out on a little trip with the humans and Optimus took Ratchet Energon hunting."

Wheeljack turned his helm to her direction. "Well, then I'll let you get comfy before we play Marco Polo. Are you going to be on the bottom?"

Arcee growled and she shoved a pillow under his helm. "Just get better so you can leave, okay?"

"You're even happier than Sunshine!"

"Wheeljack!"

"Alright, alright..." The Wrecker accepted the blanket and he tucked it under his arm as he rolled over onto his side. "I'll try to recharge and get out of your wires."

She scoffed and shook her helm before she walked to the computers. Would he ever leave? She looked back at Wheeljack and her shoulders dropped. She shouldn't be so hard... Wheeljack was the real one suffering. She had almost lost her legs. She knew how much that had hurt, physically obviously, but emotionally. Wheeljack was possibly going to lose his optics.

Arcee walked back over, about to apologize, when Wheeljack let out a snore and the femme smiled as she touched his forehelm before she turned away.

A small smile formed on Wheeljack's scarred lips and he resumed pretending to sleep.