Time
Perceptor carefully scanned the Victory's engine block. He wondered what the other Autobots were doing on Cybertron and on Earth. Most certainly they had already organized a search, and maybe, in a few centuries, they would get here. If nothing else goes wrong.
There was a two-day delay, which made their captain short-circuit, but Perceptor didn't really mind. They had been here for almost half a month. What difference did it make?
What difference... except for Skywarp. The mech had had a messed-up damage that should have been tended to months ago. But what was the Decepticon way of sorting it? The three Seekers beating all six Constructicons into the ground. This attitude had to be the reason why a shipful of Autobot civilians had bested the programmed-to-fight Decepticon army. And of course, only afterwards did they realize the only available medic was one of the Constructicons. For obvious reasons, Skywarp had rejected the idea of turning to him for repairs.
But now the wound was healing just fine, and they had a pair of truly grateful Seekers. Which mostly meant Skywarp had not tried to steal anything from the Victory in the past days. Thundercracker expressed his appreciation to Wheeljack in his own way.
Interesting duo, the microscope-triplechanger mused. Wheeljack and Thundercracker both had lived too long without a real fragging-partner, and after million of years warfare, they apparently ended up in this more-than-contract relationship. Perceptor wondered how long until they started to interfac for real. Thundercracker was only compelled to keep his valve unprodded between harvests, but Wheeljack himself had no similar reservations. So, when would Thundercracker spike the racecar senseless?
Time.
Perceptor deleted everything from his RAM regarding 'time'. He didn't want to think about the delay. Too bad Prowl was reminding them of it all the time.