Bye warrior goddess
He watched them, the two large humans curled up together in the night, talking, smiling and laughing softly.
He didn't want to die, and he could honestly not see it going any other way.
They would survive, hopefully, but him? The small blue RC Autobot? Not so much.
There wasn't even much left for him to do. When old 'bot Jetfire had teleported them out nowhere – when they had started their search – he had pretty much lost his purpose.
So Wheelie decided to leave.
Where? He had no idea. Though there was that little town not far away from there.
But what was he supposed to do? Becomes some little Egypt kid's toy? He didn't want that, no freakin' way!
No, he decided, he would make his own journey back to that place, was it called a workshop? The place he had first encountered the warrior goddess – and by the way, ow his poor optic – and there he would wait for her return.
'Cause she would return safely, he knew that. In the meantime, he could try to make friends with that big bozo of a dog. What was it again, Bull? Bones? He just hoped it didn't have the same aggressive optic-attacking tendencies like his beautiful warrior goddess.
And when she returned, he could serve her again – hump her leg – and stay there with her.
Yeah, Wheelie would like that.