Summary : Ratchet's list of Wheeljack caused mishaps that incurred a loss of the left hand, starting from their youngling days to the time they arrive on Earth.

Disclaimer : Transformers, Ratchet, and Wheeljack, are the property of Hasbro. I'm just playing with them.

Rating : I'm going to go with T on this one. Just don't try any of this at home, kids.

Author's Note : Wow. This is a bit more popular than either of my other stories. But, hey. We got two well-known Cybertronians and fun exploding stuff. Think I know why . . .

Edited 17/09/11


Number Two on the List – Batteries and Energon

Ratchet, to the everlasting horror of his young CPU, was going to go see that green and white youngling that had the exploding problem again. Creator had told his carrier about the femme that played with him in the waiting room, and both parental units agreed that orn care with another young mech would benefit Ratchet's development and had wasted no time in calling the other carrier femme about setting up the orn care.

That cycle saw Ratchet sullenly following his creator to the living unit where he would be spending most of his joors at for the foreseeable future. He was not looking forward to playing with a mechling who could blow up at any time, last cycle notwithstanding. The femme had been fun to play with, but deactivation by the spontaneous detonation of her youngling was not on the red and white's list of preferred ways of spending his time.

When his creator knocked on a door just a few streets down from his own home, he recognized the femme that answered the door as the same femme that played with him, which cemented in young Ratchet's processor that he was going to die. Possibly in a very horrible way that involved fire and colors and whatever else the green and white youngling had been playing with last cycle. Pouting, the red and white youngling watched his creator leave, before turning his attention back to the femme smiling down at him.

"Okay, Ratchet." Livewire folded herself down to the mechling's optic level. "Wheeljack is finishing up his educational vids for this orn, so what do you like to do while you wait?"

To Ratchet, that sounded like a last request, and who was he to argue? "Can I refuel first?"

(ooo000ooo)

Wheeljack threw his supposedly youngling tampering proof vid player onto his berth. Carrier had said that he was going to be playing with another young mech this orn and he wanted to meet him when he got to the door, but the stupid vids were taking too long for the green and white's patience to last. So, he pulled the battery out to stop the vid player without the telltale beeping that would alert an older bot that he had not completed his work.

Spinning around once to make sure his room was somewhat ordered and clean so his carrier wouldn't interrupt and tell him to clean his room, Wheeljack ran into the main room of the living unit. The green and white mechling could hear his carrier talking to somebot else, and he hoped that would be his new playmate.

Skidding into the room, Wheeljack almost giggled at the sight of the red and white mech from his trip to the Medical Ward. "Hiya!"

Ratchet choked and nearly spit out his youngling grade energon when the other mechling jumped onto his back plate in a rather enthusiastic greeting. Wildly waving his arms and spilling his half empty cube of energon on the floor and over both of them, Ratchet and Wheeljack crashed to the floor in a heap as Livewire snickered softly nearby. With a groan, the red and white mechling pushed the dazed green and white off him and sat up. "That was stupid. Why didja jump on me?"

Blinking, Wheeljack offered a sheepish grin. "Wanted to say hi."

"Really." Ratchet glared at the young mech that was his doom, before a thought popped up in his processor. If he was going to die, why not go having fun? "Would you like to play blocks with me?"

(ooo000ooo)

By the time Ratchet's creator came to pick him up, the red and white youngling had to admit the orn did not go as he expected it to. Wheeljack did not blow up again, and both the mechlings had fun without any hints that something might go horribly wrong.

Once Ratchet had left with his creator, Wheeljack spun around intending to play in his room for a while until the late orn refuel. Livewire blocked him before he could get very far. Crouching down, the femme held out Wheeljack's disabled vid player and stared at her youngling with one optic ridge raised. "Well?" She prompted her creation as he sheepishly kicked one pede.

"I, err . . . wanted to play?" The green and white smiled up at his carrier, then pouted and grumbled as the femme frowned at him and refused to take back the arm holding his vid player.

"I know you know how to fix it, 'Jack. So put the battery back in and finish your work, before your recharge time." Livewire placed the vid player in his hand, then left him there to clean up the spilled energon and scattered toys around the main room of the living unit.

The green and white pulled the missing battery out from where he had hidden it under a few of his cables and then flipped the vid player over to reconnect the power supply.


Ratchet was again sitting in the waiting room of the medical station; his creator had forgotten to do something before leaving after his shift. The red and white youngling sat in one of the provided chairs, swinging his pedes as he waited for his creator to come back so they could leave.

A few breems into his wait, he was a bit surprised to see Wheeljack's carrier being led into the waiting room again, and she seemed equally surprised to see him.

Livewire gave him a sheepish grin before walking over to sit next to the young mech. After a moment of trying to avoid the red and white youngling's confused optics, she finally volunteered why she was back. "A battery covered in energon explodes when attached to something that draws power. Who knew?"

"I'm guessing 'Jack knows now," Ratchet crossed his small arms over his chassis and slumped back in the chair, "at least he waited until after I left."

The older femme blinked at him, lip plates trying to twitch up into a smile. "That's not nice to say, this has only happened twice."

The red and white youngling snorted at her as his creator entered the room. "So far."