A Day In the Life of: Wheeljack and The Twins
Wheeljack stood in the middle of his laboratory in a state of disbelief. His optics had scanned every inch of the room a hundred times, and still could not locate his desired object. "Of all the stupid things," he mumbled to himself as he once again started to scan his surroundings. Perhaps there was a problem with his optics which his internal diagnostics-scan had been unable to detect. That could explain why he couldn't find his latest invention. He opted for a more hands-on approach and started rummaging through all sorts of containers and misshapen piles. "Where did I place the blasted thing?"
Hearing the commotion Wheeljack's treasure-hunting was creating, the Autobot twins Sunstreaker and Sideswipe walked inside to investigate the noise. "Whatcha doing, crazy?" Sideswipe asked.
"I'm quite busy and in no mood from company," Wheeljack snapped. He stood up from his current location and faced the unwelcome onlookers. "Especially company from the likes of you two!"
Sunstreaker couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle. "Come on, Wheeljack," he playfully stated. "Is that any way to talk to close friends?"
"Friends, eh?" Wheeljack grumbled.
"Yeah," Sideswipe answered. "Maybe we can help... what is it you're looking for?"
It had been at least two hours since he had started his search, and was no closer to finding it now than when he began. "Fine," he said, deciding to take the twins up on their offer. "It's called an electron-pulse re-stabilizer," he informed them proudly. He continued to elaborate on what it could do and how it came to be while diving into another corner of his lab. "I kept thinking to myself that there had to be an easier way to self-correct level-three damages suffered during combat."
"Wheeljack," Sunstreaker called out, but got no response.
"Before, the only option after suffering level-three damage was to leave the battle and let doc Ratchet clean up your insides." He went silent for a moment, thinking he may have found the device. Sadly, it was only a crumpled piece of flimsy material with oddly dented patterns reflecting light from within the room. "But with the EPR, an injured Autobot can simply attach it- magnetically, of course- to the back of their head panel and it'll initiate a repair sequence!"
"Sounds great," Sunstreaker admitted. "But what..."
Wheeljack quickly interrupted the yellow warrior. "What does Prime think?" he shot back, assuming to know the question Sunstreaker was about to ask. "Well, I don't know yet. I was going to take it to him for his opinion when I realized it was missing."
"Wheeljack!" both twins yelled simultaneously. The frantic engineer froze in his tracks and turned towards his helpers. "What does it look like?"
"Oh," Wheeljack responded quietly. He felt a little embarrassed for neglecting to describe the objects physical appearance. "Well, it's... sort of like... maybe a little more along the lines of..."
"Sweet, Primus, Wheeljack!" Sideswipe exclaimed. "Spit it out!"
"It's the size of my hand, box-shaped, and is primarily blue in color with a single green button of the top of it." He was proud of his short and concise description, and admired his quick reply. Wheeljack turned his back on the twins and set off after another pile to sift through.
Hushed laughter erupted from both twins, causing Wheeljack to mumble something about their immaturity and tried his best to ignore them from that point forward. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker decided it was time to go. Continuing their mischievous snickering, they wished the oft-confused Wheeljack luck and headed out of the room. "When do you figure we should tell him it's stuck to the back of his head?"
Sunstreaker smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "In a week?"
"Works for me," Sideswipe answered, feeling pretty confident that things would be rather entertaining for the next seven days.
The End.
Next: Wheelie (This isn't Your Father's Annoying Autobot!)
