The Adventures of Mikaela and Wheelie
A Mikaela/Wheelie Series
Chapter Six: Drone
Her relationship with Wheelie could only be described as the typical love-hate relationship. Mikaela couldn't believe she actually thought that, but it was true, almost a year of having him around has wormed her way into her heart. She plopped herself on her dirty old couch, clad in her dad's basketball shorts and a tank top, Mikaela patiently waited for Wheelie to bring the popcorn.
Wheelie was perverted, cynical, and did by no accounts played by the rules that the Autobots laid out for him. At one point he transformed in the mall and continuously screamed her name before Mikaela grabbed him, ran out and had "continuously" hit him over the head with a wrench. Beyond that however, Mikaela knew nothing about him, and that had been a thought that plagued her thoughts from day one.
"So what slag are we watching today?"
Broken out of her reverie, Wheelie had managed to hoist himself (with a bowl of popcorn) onto the couch with relative ease and was looking at her with an expectant gaze.
She bit her lip as she flipped on the T.V. glancing at Wheelie for a second…Who is he exactly?
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WALL-E
Was probably the cutest little robot ever, and was made by Disney: Mikaela giggled like she was six again and was enjoying every second of the movie. "Gosh Wheelie?" she said mimicking WALL-E's voice, "Why can't you act like WALL-E?"
He gave her a death glare and shook his fist at her, "Are you comparing me to a slagging fictional robot? You humans got the universe all wrong, if you think we robots look like that!"
"Oh please Wheelie, you're just jealous that WALL-E looks ten-times cuter than you are, it's perfectly understandable" she rolled her eyes, for a dramatic effect. He chucked popcorn at her, which made her giggle even more.
"CUTE? That-that…poor excuse for a robotic organism is cuter than me!? You insult me!" Wheelie fumed, earning a good sized amount of popcorn thrown at his head. Still, he turned back and seemed to be engrossed in the movie, just as much as Mikaela.
"You have to admit…the similarities between you and WALL-E are definitely there" Mikaela added with good measure earning another "Wheelie Death Glare"
Later on, Mikaela noticed that Wheelie was shifting uncomfortably, on the couch…watching with what seemed to be a distant gaze. She continued to watch the movie half-heartedly; surely her last comment didn't offend him…did it?
When the movie ended with a happily ever after, according to Disney standards, and Mikaela felt she should have enjoyed it a bit more, if she wasn't worrying for Wheelie like a worry wart. Is that what her relationship with Wheelie come to, worrying so much about him she couldn't watch a movie?
She turned the volume down, and let the credits roll…giving an eerie feeling to her Saturday night.
"Is that what you humans think of us?" Wheelie had broken the silence, using a voice she only heard once. She bit her lip, a nasty habit she had, Mikaela didn't know what to say…she let him talk, hearing him out.
"Do you think it's that slagging simple…to develop a mind of your own?"
He climbed down from the couch and jumped onto the coffee table, facing her at her level. "Remember when I told you I was drone…Warrior Goddess?" he said, this part of his character taking her so off guard that she could only just nod.
"Drones, by law…Autobot and Decepticons alike are not supposed to develop a personality, a spark" Wheelie stated coldly, her eyes widening at the thought. "Believe me, it's not exactly living…I was spawned to do one thing…to do the Decepticon's bidding and that's it"
Her eyebrows furrowed, "Then how-how did you become, well you?" she asked.
Wheelie grinned bitterly, "Not easy…I remember my first thought, I was supposed to gain intel from the Autobots…nothing special and then there it was I thought Arcee had a very well built aft"
Mikaela couldn't help herself, she burst out laughing… "So you were practically "born" a pervert then?" she asked him, all traces of her discomfort gone.
"An aft's an aft, Warrior Goddess…I just happened to be fond of them, but after that…everything changed" He said, changing the topic to a more darker tone. "I broke a law, no matter how accidental it may be, I remember much before that, my processor holds no memory if that life as a drone-if you can call it that"
There was a grim pause; Mikaela felt something tug at her heart.
"Do you know what they do to the drones that do gain a spark?" Wheelie asked, his red optics boring into hers.
"It was my first memory of Megatron…he's not so fun to look at when he's ready to send you to the Matrix let me tell you" He tried to keep his composure, but it brought more unwanted memories to his processor, "They rip out your spark, and place another in its place, all traces of whatever you were gone just like that"
She brought a hand up to her mouth, this was the first time Wheelie had ever relented anything of his past life with the Decepticons, "What happened then Wheelie" she said softly.
"The Autobots attacked, and I was spared, but that didn't mean I was treated any better when I was a sparkles drone…but it doesn't bother me much, it doe-"
Mikaela didn't know exactly, what drove her to hug him…but she understood and that's all that mattered. She hugged him tightly, as he struggled to get a hold of himself, to say something to maker her mad and end all this emotion.
A personality such a taboo in his culture…the ideas behind it were so cold.
It was during this time, that Mikaela now understood why he was so upset with the movie, so uncomfortable with it. Their war, was nothing like how humans had pictured it, it was a harsh reality where death came just as unexpected as the next life.
She felt so sorry for him…until he touched her breasts a little too much.
What a Bastard!
Mikaela then with a sweet smile, set him down and promptly dropped the empty popcorn bowl on his head, knocking him out cold.
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She could easily describe her relationship with Wheelie as the typical love-hate realationship. Mikaela sipped at her lemonade, the tangy sweetness tasting so good, "Wheelie, keep fanning, you have about two more days before your reward time" she said, sweetly her sunglasses reflecting off the sun almost blinding him. He continued to fan her with a palm leaf, that he had to rip from the many palm trees surrounding her garage.
He would love her for her kindness, but he would hate her for the grueling torture for his just rewards.
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Sorry for the long wait…but here it is folks, chapter six and yes Wheelie=EMO just kidding. :D hope you guys like!