Boredom Leads To Bad Things

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU DIDN'T DO IT!? MY SPARK'S TOO UNSTABLE FOR ME TO KINDLE SUCCESSFULLY WITHOUT YOU DOING SOMETHING!"

"But I didn't-!"

"Primus didn't do anything, Chosen. I did."

"Solus!?"

"I'm so boooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeed," Fixit whined as she spun on her stool in her lab/Knock Out and Ratchet's claimed medbay. It was located in a secured wing of the new building that Cybertron's new government was run out of. The wing wasn't very big, but it was tucked between the security wing and Prime and the other leaders' office wing, making it one of the most secure locations in the building. It was originally built so all the new members of Cybertron's High Council (aka Prime, Ultra Magnus, Prowl, Soundwave, etc.) could be treated in case of an attack in a safe, secured location. Now, though, it was Fixit's new primary residence.

Ratchet really hadn't realized just how right he was when he said her friends and family would become an overprotective army…until he got a front row ticket to watch them freak out.

(Although the vids he took of it were rather amusing to the Eradicon once she had recovered enough to appreciate it.)

Fixit understood their overprotectiveness. Especially Soundwave's. But when even Red Alert thought the host mecha was going over-the-top…well.

Needless to say, an intervention was required. But hey, at least she got to see the sky again for the first time in weeks!

"I know you're bored, Fixit," Knock Out said sympathetically from where he was working on paperwork (and futilely trying to ignore the napping symbiont on top of his work, but it amused the Eradicon so he tried not to let it bug him…too much). "But apart from solving puzzles or working in here on your projects, your usual hobbies just use too much energy for you to keep doing them."

"Still boring," she sulked as she continued to spin. Lazerbeak had long ago hopped off her shoulder so as not to get too dizzy. Instead, the symbiont was currently sprawled on top of his brother. Who was sprawled on top of Knock Out's paperwork.

KO vented heavily as he rubbed his helm. It really wasn't the Eradicon's fault that she just couldn't sit still for very long unless she was in 'fix everything in reach' mode. She just hated wasting time, or as she would say it, 'being useless.'

A sudden squeak had him snapping his attention up. And then he snorted in amusement as he watched Soundwave pin his Eradicon to the wall, servos beginning to wander. He pointedly looked away- he still hadn't really forgiven the former Decepticon TIC for stalking his ex-Apprentice way back when.

"Shift change," Steve drawled reluctantly as he walked in through the door, also pointedly avoiding looking over at the source of the muffled noises in the corner. Honestly, once Soundwave had gotten over his shock (and been forcefully snapped out of his rabid overprotectiveness), the mech had begun spending every free moment he had practically smothering Fixit in attention. He was terrified for her life, as well as their unborn sparkling's- which he already adored. Steve clearly remembered walking in on the usually-stoic mech cooing at the highly-amused Eradicon's chestplates.

Shudder.

"I hope you brought some more puzzles," Knock Out said dryly as he finished subspacing his work.

"She's finished the last batch already!?" the Vehicon exclaimed in mild disbelief. "I thought it would take her longer!"

"It's not like I have much else to do," Fixit retorted as she wobbled over to them, Soundwave still wrapped firmly around her with his helm buried in her shoulder.

Steve grimaced. "…true."

And then they watched for a couple of moments as the Eradicon tried unsuccessfully to get the host mecha off of her. "Come on, Wave! You need to go to that meeting and you know it!"

"We're going to be late if we don't go now," KO chimed in reluctantly, giving into Fixit's wordless pleas for help.

Soundwave grumbled wordlessly, but reluctantly detached himself from his bonded. He continued to linger, though, until Knock Out eventually got fed up and just grabbed his arm, dragging the sulking host mecha out with him.

The two heavily-modified drones watched them go, one in resignation and the other in exasperated fondness.

Steve shook his helm slowly. "You two are almost nauseatingly sweet sometimes, you know that, right?"

Fixit smacked him upside the helm.

Steve ignored the cackling coming from the other side of the table with the ease of long practice, focusing instead on combining the chemicals the Eradicon had given him. Fixit had a huge fight with Knock Out and Ratchet over continuing whatever experiments she had going at the time. They eventually let her continue, but only on the condition the actual handling of the materials was done by someone else.

Which usually ended up being Steve, seeing as the Eradicon had apparently been sneakily training him as a lab assistant for stellar cycles now. He had not been overly pleased about that revelation.

He peered curiously at the chemicals as they turned bright blue, for whatever reason. On Fixit's side of the table, the cackling cut off abruptly as she noticed the change. He glanced up at her in concerned alarm…

…and then she whooped in victory, jumping around happily and performing a ridiculous victory dance.

"So I'm assuming the color change is a good thing?" he said dryly, arching a brow as Ravage slunk away from the table. The symbiont was probably worried about getting stepped on accidentally.

"It's a brilliant thing-!" Fixit started.

BOOM.

"…ow," Steve groaned as he slowly came back to consciousness. What had…Fixit!

He jerked upright, only to just miss hitting his helm on a severely warped metal table. He glanced around frantically and found the Eradicon kneeling next to him, who, whilst looking a little singed, appeared otherwise okay. She was staring blankly at something behind him, though, so he turned...and stared incredulously at…

"…Wheeljack?"

The oddly boxy looking mech only superficially resembled the Wheeljack from the Bayverse, as Fixit was fond of calling the alternate universe she had been trapped in. But the flashing fins on the sides of his helm were the same, as was the fact that he had a nose…although the dents and scorch marks were mildly worrying…

The boxy mech's attention snapped to him with a jolt. "How do you know my designation?"

"…wait, your designation is actually Wheeljack!?"

The mech appeared slightly offended, his fins flashing as he spoke. "What do you mean, 'actually!?' Why would you call my designation if you didn't think it was my designation!?"

"Because you reminded me of a different Wheeljack!"

"But there's only one me!"

"Nuh-uh! I've met two different Wheeljacks before! One in our universe, the other…in…oh for Primus' sake…" the Vehicon trailed off in sudden realization.

"Universe?" the Wheeljack in front of them asked in dawning understanding. "You mean…you're from an alternate universe!"

Steve buried his face in his servos. They were so screwed.

A/N: Poor Fixit. The bad news just keeps on coming.

And poor Steve. He always gets sucked into Fixit's messes.