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CHAPTER 3 WHEELJACK, RULES VII-IX

Sam huffed at the title. He barely even saw the inventor, how could he have complaints against him? He looked to the first rule.

VII Do not touch Wheeljack's dangerous inventions.

Unconsciously, Sam ran a hand down his thigh, where the burn was almost done healing.

He was wandering around, bored out of his mind. Bumblebee had a checkup with Ratchet, and Mikaela was helping, so he really had nothing to do. As he walked by Wheeljack's lab, he noticed the door was open, but no one was in there. Sam cautiously looked up and down the hallway. Nobody was coming from either direction. With a final look, he slipped through the Autobot-sized door. Once inside, he looked around.

"Whoa." Giant tables were laden with spare parts, as well as human sized tables, and inventions lay everywhere. He slowly walked into the room, eyes gazing around him in wonder. He was so busy looking up that he didn't notice the table leg straight in front of him. "Oof." Sam held his forehead as things teetered on the ten foot table above him. As Sam watched, a strange gadget tipped over the edge of the table and slammed to the floor, along with various bolts and screws. When things stopped raining down on him, Sam walked over to it. The thing was human sized, which was strange. It was cool. Sam smiled and picked it up, noticing as he did so the ON/OFF switch on the side. He looked around once more.

"What the hell." He flipped the switch.

Instantly, the tip of the device burst into flames, which began quickly speeding down to handle towards him. "NonononoNONO!" Sam dropped the flaming device while trying to run away. Unfortunately, as he turned, the flames icked down his left thigh. He felt panic rise inside of him at the sight of his pants leg on fire, before quickly remembering to stop, drop, and roll. Moaning at the pain, he began to limp towards Ratchets medbay.

Bee and Ratchet both looked up at the sound of the med bay doors banging open. Bee's eyes widened as he saw Sam limping, groaning as he held his thigh. Just then, fire alarms began to sound. The bots gave Sam a questioning look. "Oh, yeah, by the way, there may be a small fire in Wheeljack's lab."

VIII Do not enlist Wheeljack's help with your pranks.

Hey, he's the inventor around here, not me. Sam recalled the incident.

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker really had it coming. Sam had just fallen victim to the bucket of water on top of the door prank. He needed a way to get them back, and for that, he needed Wheeljack.

"Hello there, Sam. What can I do for you today?" Wheeljack asked pleasantly.

"I need a favor. The twins pranked me, and I need to get them back."

He tilted his head curiously. "What did you have in mind?" Wheeljack picked Sam up and held him as Sam whispered his idea.

Several hours later, Wheeljack's chemical compound was successfully atop the rec room door, and Sam was in position, with the help of Bumblebee. Sam snickered as the twins came walking down the hallway. "Hey, guys! I have this awesome movie I want you to see. Come to the rec room with me?"

Sideswipe grunted. "If it's 'Deliver us from evil,' we've already seen it."

"It's not guys, I promise. Just come watch it, alright?"

"Fine." Sunstreaker said as the twins walked side by side through the door, not even noticing as Sam held back. Suddenly, a barrel of something feel from the top, drenching them.

"What the-" Sideswipe looked at the thick liquid covering them.

"Now, Bee!" Sam called to Bee, who was across the room at the light switch. At Sam's command, he flipped it off, effectively getting the attention of the bots in the room, which included Ironhide, Ratchet, Optimus, and Wheeljack. A startled gasp drew their attention back to the bots in the doorway. Snickers were heard all around the room as they stared at the twins, for obvious reasons. The twins were now glowing a brilliant blue color.

"My..my paint!" Sunstreaker looked about ready to panic. Sam turned to Wheeljack.

"Nice job, 'Jack. Thanks."

"So he made this." Sunny whispered to his brother.

"I knew it was above Sam's capabilities." Sides whispered back.

Later on, as Sam was walking by Wheeljack's lab, he heard strange noises coming from inside. He pressed his ear to the door. Inside, he could hear banging, and what sounded like Wheeljack pleading with somebody.

With wide eyes, Sam quickly walked as fast as he could in the other direction.

IX Do not point out the fact that Wheeljack's inventions never seem to work out.

Sam shook his head. "I'm being criticized for speaking the truth.

It had come up in passing, while sitting in the rec room with some of the soldiers on the human sized couch., that another one of Wheeljack's inventions had gone boom.

Lennox was laughing as he finished his story. "So then, as this thing's shaking and rattling, I'm taking cover behind the table. All of a sudden, BOOM! The toaster goes up in a cloud of smoke, and flings my toast at the ceiling! And now Annabelles been having nightmares about flying toast monsters! Can you believe it!?" All of the soldiers were so busy laughing, nobody had noticed Wheeljack walk into the room to hear the climax of the story about the death of the toaster he had designed for the Lennox family.

Still roaring with laughter, Sam turned to the men. "Has anybody noticed that none-and I mean NONE- of Wheeljack's inventions ever work?" The other soldiers heartily agreed with him, again not noticing the mech leave the rear of the room.

Later, as Optimus was walking down the hallway of base, he heard something strange coming from the corridor where Wheeljack's lab was. He changed his course and headed into the hallway, were the odd noise continued. Upon analyzing the noise, he deemed it to be coming from Wheeljack's lab. He walked to it and gently pushed through the door.

What he saw on the inside was a truly inexplicable sight. Wheeljack was sitting on the floor with his knees pulled to his chest, a human position often meant to relay sadness. Beyond that, his arms were locked around his knees, and he was full out sobbing, coolant tears flowing down his faceplates. "Wheeljack, what is the matter?" Optimus asked, wondering if the old inventor had finally lost it, or if he should call Ratchet.

Wheeljack looked up with tear-filled optics. "Sam said none of my inventions ever work, and he's RIGHT! I'm a FAILURE!" Wheeljack sobbed, burying his head in his knees.

"It's alright, old friend. Sam didn't mean it, why, lots of your inventions have worked properly!"

"Really? Which ones?" Wheeljack sniffed pathetically.

Optimus racked his processor for any memory of a working invention. Realization struck his as he drew a blank. "Uhm, there was… there was… uhm…"

Wheeljack sobbed even harder and started screaming at Prime. "YOU'RE JUST AS BAD AS THEM! I'M A COMPLETE FAILURE TO MY CAUSE! LEAVE ME ALONE! GET OUT OF MY LAB!" At this point, Wheeljack picked up a device from the nearest table and hurled it at prime. While he couldn't see due to the tears, and his aim wasn't quite as good as Ratchets, Optimus Prime himself still beat a hasty retreat from the inventors labrotory, inventions and tools clanging behind him as he ran.