Title: The Wrecker and the Moonlight - part 4
Characters: Wheeljack, Prowl, Jazz
Genre: Romance, Family, Adventure
Description: On Earth, Team Prime meet an old comrade who returns to Earth, with his bondmate, who is sparked, seeking shelter after the downturn on Cybertron. Works up to the birth of the Autobots' future, unlikely 'Godfathers' of the sparkling. At the end, a familiar face appears. Takes place during Transformers Prime... with some of my own twists to make it fit with my plot.
I ended up forgetting ANOTHER chapter, so now included that, and New Recruit is now chapter 7, Again I apologize for all the confusement. I have double double checked, all episode chapters in correct order.
Raf and Jack searched the internet for pictures of the Autobots or Decepticons.
"Removing Bumblebee and replacing him with..." Rafael put a new picture up of a monkey animation
"A tap dancing monkey strikes again." Jack and Rafael hi-fived each other, as Bumblebee watched.
"Bumblebee sightings on the world wide web are no laughing matter," Ratchet replied sternly.
"Prowler..." Jazz called out. "Prowler... can ya get meh a cube?"
Everyone in the room all heard the Praxien groan, and head to the storage to get a cube.
"Thank ya!" Jazz giggled.
Raf and Jack looked at each other, stunned to say anything, before hearing Bulkhead groaning. They looked down to see him and Miko.
"Seven, eight nine." Miko counted.
Bulkhead groaned. "Why can't I just drive from now on?"
"Because your legs will atrophy if you chose not to use them." Ratchet replied.
Jazz laughed. Bulkhead groaned.
"One, two, three..." Miko continued the counting.
Jack looked back to Rafael's laptop and noticed something. "Wait what's that?"
Raf increased the picture, putting in onto the screen of Ratchet's computer.
"A Cybertronian escape pod?" Raf asked.
Optimus walked from the hall into the main room of the missile silo.
"Here is Earth's atmosphere?" Ratched asked sounding really surprised.
Arcee walked over. "Autobot or Decepticon?"
"Impossible to tell given the image resolution."
"In any event this merits investigation." Optimus said.
Arcee spoke out. "Could be a trap. And we're down one bot. Should we reach out to Wheeljack?"
"I can hear you!" Bulkhead said irritably while sat on the ground.
"I don't care if Bulkhead isn't combat ready. After that revenge stunt, he pulled with Miko, Wheeljack can stay rogue."
Optimus turned towards the ground bridge. "An Autobot may be in distress. Ratchet bring your medical kit." He turned around as Prowl entered with the energon cube and passed it to Jazz. "Prowl, care to join in this investigation?"
Both Jazz and Prowl looked up, before Jazz looked up at Prowl. "Go on Prowler.. Ah'll beh fine."
Prowl sighed. "Ok."
Prowl stood by Optimus, as Bumblebee, Arcee and Ratchet stood by as the Groundbridge opened, they all ran into the portal.
Approaching the scene, they follow the energon trail to the escape pod, with a massive hole in which the occupier inside had blew their way out.
Arcee rubbed the dust of the insignia, revealing a red Dececepticon insignia. "Decepticon origin."
Shots were heard, and the bots all turned around, Optimus glared.
Vehicons and Insecticons!
"All them came out of one pod!" Arcee said.
"Humans refer to the phenominon as a Clown car!" Ratchet said, his arm drew out his sword.
The Autobots all drew their weapons out, and fired back at the Cons, Optimus fought an Insecticon before shooting it down, and then shots another. An Insecticon crashed into Ratchet, crashing into a large boulder. The Insecticon transformed, and gave a cry, ready to strike Ratchet.
The Insecticon turned as Prowl took a run up to it, jumped and delivered a mighty kick to the Insecticon's face plait, such force sending the Insecticon crashing through a boulder, breaking it into bits.
"Thank you," the medic said.
Prowl nodded, before turning back to the Vehicons still firing at them. Throwing his fist into the air, delivering a punch to the ground, a huge piece of rock raised from the ground. Prowl twisted, roundhouse kicked the large piece, sending it flying towards the Vehicons, crashing into them, and an Insecticon, knocking them all out.
The Autobots continued to fire upon the Vehicons, shooting from behind the large boulders for cover, before Prowl turned around to the scene behind the Autobots, his doorwings twitched.
Arcee and Bumblebee see shots being fired from behind them, and turned around too.
A silver, red and blue mech approached the scene, firing at the Vehicons.
"Incoming!" Arcee aimed her weapons at the bot.
"Down in front!" the mech shouted, before jumping over the two bots, landing ontop of a Vehicon, crushing it, before firing at the other Cons.
"Friendly?" Arcee asked.
An Insecticon flew over to the bot, who did a backflip to avoid it, but fired, and shot the energon trail.
"Fall back!" Optimus ordered.
All the bots dashed for the boulders and took cover as all the energon exploded.
When all the smoke had died down, the mech stood on the rock, looking over the mess. "Too hot for ya Cons!" he whooped.
"Friend of yours?" Ratchet asked Bumblebee.
The scout shook his head, beeping.
"Never seen him before," Arcee replied.
"I have," Prowl stepped forward towards the mech. "Smokescreen?"
The mech looked up. "I don't believe it! Lord Prowl of Praxus!"
Prowl rolled his optics. "It's been a while Smoke, not seen you in ages."
"Not since that big tour you gave, with me, Whiplash, your cousin Moonlight, Chromia, Jazz... I'm sure I remember Wheeljack tagged along."
"He did," Prowl looked up at Optimus approached.
"Welcome to Earth Smokescreen," he held his hand out to Smokescreen.
"I don't believe! You're Optimus Prime! THE Optimus Prime! It's an honour to be here with you both! You're both legends!"
"Now what? It's not like we can bring him back to base," Ratchet said.
"Wouldn't be the first time an ally turned out to be a plant," Arcee said.
Optimus looked between Prowl, then at Smokescreen, noticing the logo on Smokescreen's shoulder. "I see that you have received your training from Cybertron's Elite Guard."
"True enough," Smokescreen looked at the symbol, then at Prime. "Though it wasn't much of a bootcamp by the time I joined. Never even got a proper graduation ceremony."
"There was a war going on!" Arcee argued.
"Hey, all I ever wanted was to be a soldier," Smokescreen replied. "Serve the Autobot cause. But what I got, was security detail at Iacon."
"The Hall of records of all places?!" Ratchet was surprised. "Optimus, don't you find this highly suspicious."
"Smokescreen, what was your assignment inside the hall?" Optimus asked.
"Guarding Alpha Trion during what turned out to be the final days of the war," Smokescreen replied.
"You served under the Master Archivist?"
"I wasn't thrilled at first, watching the back of an old bot, instead of kicking Con tailpipe!" Smokescreen saw the glare from Prowl and lowered his fists. "Sorry. But the Big-A turned out to be a great teacher, and a true friend. I mean he was the one who pertioned halogen in the high council to make you a Prime."
Optimus was silent, before finally speaking. "Rafael, activate the groundbridge."
"That's it?!" Arcee asked. "That's all you need to hear before inviting him to the party?"
"If my formal mentor shared this information, it's because he considered Smokescreen a trusted ally."
At base...
Miko ran across the base floor and climbed up the metal steps. "We haven't had somebody new here since Wheeljack, Prowl and Jazz. Well I guess the unborn twins might count but still. So what's your story Smoke? Where'd you come from? How'd you get here? How many blasters you packing?"
Smokescreen stared at Miko unsure of what to say considering the attitude. "So these are the life forms we're supposed to protect. Are they all like this?"
"Fortunately not but I do share Miko's fascination with how you became to arrive on Earth." Ratchet replied
"In a Decepticon escape pod!" Arcee added.
"Still got trust issues huh? Tough crowd," Smokescreen replied. His optics caught something. "Jazz?"
"Hey Smokey!" Jazz waved.
The two mechs bashed their fists together.
"Long time Smokey," Jazz smiled.
"Not seen you since you eyed up old Prowl here," Smokescreen laughed, earning a glare from the Praxien. "Ok, kidding mech.." His optics widened. "Are you sparked?"
"No, its a wiring cyst!" Prowl replied.
"What?"
"Big useless bunch of wiring that needs removing coz its not needed."
"Oh yeah... Think my ma mentioned something about those during my sparkling years."
Prowl slowly turned his head towards Smokescreen, and facepalmed. "Yes she did," he mumbled. Jazz nudged his arm.
"Well, congrats to you both, know what it is?" Smokescreen asked.
"Twins, but weh don't wanna kno' ta genders yet," Jazz replied.
"Twins!?" Smokescreen smiled. "Last twins I knew where Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. They were so annoying during Academy."
"Very," Prowl added. "So what happened after graduating from the Academy."
Smokescreen faced the crowd, and began, "The main thrust of combat operation was at least 20 kliks from the hall of records so things have been pretty quiet but the situation went downhill fast. The cons launched a massive surge that wiped out the entire last line of defenses surrounding Iacon. I was the only thing left to hold them back and let me tell ya I was pumped. I mean this was my chance to see real action for the first time to prove myself. Until everything went black. The cons took me prisoner and dumped me onto a transport ship. But I managed to give a guard the slip and hopped in a escape pod. Apparently it was a long distance escape pod because it knocked me into stasis. Next thing I knew I'm hitting solid ground. Hard."
"The Decepticon warship must have picked up the pod's beacon and guided it to Earth." Ratchet said.
"Which would explain Smokescreen's welcoming committee. I bet the Cons were disappointed not to find one of their own inside," Arcee mused.
"Smokescreen?" Smokescreen turned around and looked at Optimus. "Do you know of Alpha Trion's fate after the fall of Iacon?"
"I wish I did but that was the last I ever saw of him." Smokescreen.
There was silence, Optimus looked away, before turning back as Smokescreen spoke.
"That's it my life story. Not exactly, the glory I envisioned for myself. Until now being here with Optimus Prime, I knew I was destined for great things. I mean now that you have help how hard would it be to end this war?" Smokescreen asked.
They all heard Bulkhead's growl as he walked into the room. "Take a good look newbie. This is how hard."
"Smokescreen I suggest you take some time to become acclimated to your new surroundings. A tour of the base would be an excellent start." Optimus suggested.
"Sure thing!" Miko said. Bulkhead growled again. Miko looked at him before changing her mind. "I mean Jack offers a very informative tour."
Smokescreen looked at Jack and he smiled, both left the room. Jazz giggled.
"Phase shifter, spark extractor, immobilizer. This is where we store the Cybertronian relics we find buried on Earth and talk about a small universe cause most of them came from..." Jack was cut off by Smokescreen.
"The Iacon Hall of Records. I remember these." Smokescreen looked in the window at the phase shifter then started fallowing Jack again. The silver mech looked in another storage room window at Airachnid in a pod to immobilize her.
"Whoa! What kind of relic is she?" He asked.
"The kind you don't want to mess with." Jack replied, before walking off, so Smokescreen followed.
"If you wanted to replace me you should have called Wheeljack! I could've lived with that" Bulkhead said angrily. Prowl sighed and looked towards Bulkhead.
"No one is replacing you Bulkhead. For one thing Smokescreen's too green." Arcee replied.
"Well Bulk's as green as they get," Miko said, to cheer the big mech up.
"What Arcee means is Smokescreen still has a great deal to learn," Ratchet corrected Miko.
"And once you got him trained then what?! Huh? He's in and I'm a doorstop!" Bulkhead continued his rambling.
"You won't end up a doorstop Bulk," Prowl replied.
Optimus added, "Bulkhead your place with us is not in jeopardy. But there is no dispute that we have long required additional firepower. It is essential that our team learns to work with our new recruit not against him."
"Better hope the hot shot's blasters are as big as his mouth. How hard could it be?" Bulkhead replied angrily.
Later...
"Optimus! Is something wrong?" Ratchet asked on the comlink
"Starscream has come for the red energon and I fear he will not be deterred in his quest." Optimus replied.
Smokescreen and Jack came in. "Starscream? I heard stories about that stiletto heeled creep back on Cybertron. Send me in doc."
"When Optimus requires back up he will ask for it!" Ratchet replied.
"Ah come on I got my v-mode and everything!" Smokescreen protested. "I sopped up and ready to roll!"
"Aht, aht, aht what part of further training did you not understand?!" Jazz giggled and Prowl scoffed and turned to leave, heading towards the chambers.
"Optimus what is your status?" Ratchet asked on the comlink.
Bulkhead walked up behind him. "Ratchet they need me I can do this!"
"Arcee? Bumblebee?"
"Did you hear what I said?"
"I heard," Ratchet turned to him, "and I'm ignoring you. This may be your opportunity after all Smokescreen. Where is Smokescreen?" Bulkhead looked around. Jazz looked at Prowl, Bulkhead, and the humans. They both shrugged.
"I know," Prowl rolled his optics. He left towards the storage, Ratchet followed him.
Smokescreen opened the storage unit containing the phase shifter. "That's the one."
"You there!" Ratchet called, with Prowl aswell. "What in the name of the All Spark are you doing?"
Smokescreen turned to look at the medic and Praxien. "I got a plan for this."
Prowl raised an optic ridge.
"Do you think I'd give you permission to use that without Optimus' orders?!" Ratchet replied.
Prowl just stood looking at Smokescreen, before lowering his optic ridge, his doorwing twitched. "So that's your plan?"
"What?" Smokescreen and Ratchet both looked at the Lord.
"How did you do that?" Smokescreen stared. "It's like... you read my mind?"
The corner of Prowl's mouth curled into a smile. "That is classified." He turned to the Doc. "My authority succeeds. The phase shifter will come in use for Smokescreen's plan. He'll be allowed to use it, but just this once." He nodded to Smokescreen and left the two bots.
Later...
"Told ya I just needed to barrow it for a while. Doc here thought I was trying to steal you relics." Smokescreen said, holding the Phase Shifter in his hand.
Ratchet snatched the phase shifter from Smokescreen's servo. "Only until you explained your plan which I then sanctioned. It's called Protocol!"
"But Prowl gave that boost in my persuasion to let me borrow it!" Smokescreen added. "It was amazing! Like he read my mind!"
Jazz looked at Prowl, who smiled back at him.
Optimus stepped up."Ratchet is correct standard procedure must be observed by every member of this team. However I believe we must also commend Smokescreen you have proven to be a quick study by choosing to place strategy above bravado." Optimus placed a servo on Smokescreen's shoulder.
"There's going to be no living with him now." Arcee said to Bumblebee.
"While this may lack the pageantry of a proper Elite Guard ceremony I wish to welcome you to Team Prime," Optimus turned to the others.
Smokescreen turned to the others seeing the reactions.
They all heard Bulkhead grunt. He had almost a sad look in his optics. "The newbie did all right." He looked at the Apex Armor.
Miko ran down the stairs. "Don't worry Bulk he's got nothing on you."
Bulkhead leaned against the wall, turned around, and started walking in the other direction.
"Seriously once we get that leg of yours back in shape old Smokey's going to learn real quick who's the top wrecking ball is around here."
Bulkhead continued down the hall, refusing to look back.
"Bulkhead?" Miko had a sad look upon her face, and turned around, sitting down on the sofa, her back to the others.
Later that day...
Prowl hands Jazz his energon cube, in which the visored mech nearly drank it all in one go. "Whoa, take it easy Jazz."
"Ah got it, Prowler." Jazz smiled. He finished the cube and then nearly gasped, placing a hand over his abdomen.
"Jazz, you OK?"
"Ah fine Prowler... Lil' uns kicked."
Prowl smiled and placed his hand over Jazz's abdomen. "Oh Primus.. They are aswell. Two lots of kicking."
"They'll throw meh of balance, Prowler."
"Are the twins kicking?" Smokescreen asked.
Jazz nodded.
"Oh geez!" Miko approached them. "Robot babies kicking. Does that mean they have their armour all on and stuff?"
"That they do Miko," Ratchet replied from overhearing them. "For the whole ten month period of the carrying, it starts as a small spark, and coding from both parents' sparks gradually give their energy to the sparkling's growth, even forming their bodies. They are born fully armoured, not with weapons, those come around their upgrades and vehicle form scans."
"What does it feel like?" Miko asked Jazz.
Jazz just smiled. " 'ave a' feel for yaself."
Miko looked a bit surprised, but looked at Prowl, who nodded his acceptance. He lifted Miko onto Jazz's lap, and she gently placed her hand on his abdomen, and gasped. "Wow... OW!" She drew her hand back. "I guess robot babies have better strength than human babies."
Smokescreen smiled, shaking his head.
"What are you doing?" Miko asked the silver and blue mech.
"Just thinking about all those battles, about my close friend, Moonlight. I was remembering the battles with the Bounty Hunter, Stealth. Wheeljack fought him up close to protect Moonlight, such skill! He went missing afterwards."
"Wheeljack isn't missing, he's on Earth?!" Miko replied.
"He is?!" Smokescreen's tone of voice showed a lot of surprise, which confused the humans.
"This Moonlight, is your cousin, Prowl?" Optimus entered and asked upon hearing the conversation.
"She is Prime," Prowl replied. "Like I said, she fell in love with Wheeljack, and he to her aswell. Did everything to protect her..." He paused and looked at Optimus. "Don't you remember anything? You're the one that bonded them together."
Optimus raised an optic ridge, obviously showing signs of confusement.
"Some months ago, Optimus used the power of the Matrix on Unicron, and it reverted him back to Orion Pax. As Orion, he lost his memories, persumably about Moonlight and history," Ratchet replied.
"I remember being at the ceremony, it was a good day to get away from all the Elite Guard training, to watch one of your best friends being bonded, especially to a Wrecker," Smokescreen added.
The humans all looked at each other in surprise. Optimus raised an optic ridge.
Got a bit mixed up with episodes :/ So chapters 5, 6, and 7 have been arranged in correct order. NEW CHAPTER IS CHAPTER 5 UPDATED.
Just a quick shout out, thank you to Autobotgirl2234 guest, thank you for all your reviews, and to BlueSpark Prime, her fics inspired this series. Madsluads, thank you too.
To all viewers, and reviewers for making this fic gain views and noticeable. Thank you all.
