Summary : Ratchet's list of Wheeljack caused mishaps that incurred a loss of the left hand, starting from their youngling days to the time they arrive on Earth.
Disclaimer : Transformers, Ratchet, and Wheeljack, are the property of Hasbro.
Rating : I'm going to go with T on this one. Just don't try this at home.
Author's Note : Really have nothing to say for myself on this one.
Juicetin Boo : Wax? Why would you microwave wax? I wanna do it!
Wannabe Starscream : Yes I knew. I had to google it the first time I read that. It will make a showing in the story somewhere.
writergurl616 : Rubber doll on the ceiling. There are so many ways to take that.
Reality Bores Me : Nice. Just, nice. I had not thought of that when I started writing this story, wonder if anyone will take that and run with it?
Number Ten on the List – System Test
Wheeljack managed to go most of a vorn without blowing large parts of himself off, again.
Considering the fact that Ratchet had not let the green and white engineer live down the two very close together explosions, and most of the student body was now invested in keeping Wheeljack from becoming wall art again due to the structural stability of the rest of the Academy, the engineer had easily refrained from another demolitions classed explosion.
Not that it meant much to the two a megacycle explosions that most of the Academy was used to. The only time that died down was the two orns that the engineer had taken to get his own second to last frame upgrade.
In the intervening time, Ratchet had finished the list he had promised Wheeljack he was making, and the medic in training had posted it for all to see. It wasn't in the medical training wing as Ratchet had promised, the data pad had a spot of honor on the student's lounge wall, for all to see.
That list had given the engineer a bad feeling when the medic had been writing it, and after it was posted he knew why.
Wheeljack would be asked at random times by many bots if he really did start blowing himself up as a sparkling, and if data pads could really explode. The engineer had tried to explain himself, but the mechs and femmes that asked usually walked away laughing after he said yes he did, and yes they do.
In fact, Ratchet was rather proud of the detailed list he had compiled, and threatened Wheeljack that it would always be posted on the walls where he worked if the engineer blew himself up one more time.
The care and effort Wheeljack put into not exploding had earned some respect from the instructors, but he lost it all when he finally messed up again.
The second to last frame that engineers were upgraded to had numerous and fascinating tools and sensors imbedded into the systems. One of which Wheeljack theorized could be made a bit better with a little know how.
A sensor net that measured the reactions of every orn occurrences, like the grade of energon and the flow of energy in certain systems, could be turned to evaluating the reactions of unstable chemicals when introduced to other elements that were known to cause violent reactions.
Unfortunately, Wheeljack had to blow something up to test his hypothesis and the modifications he worked into his own systems. It would have to be either large or excessively unstable in order to test the altered sensor net.
Working under the cover of mere post upgrade system checks to escape the usual guard that Ratchet and Perceptor usually kept him under, the engineer cobbled together a few chemicals that he knew would enable a full test of his idea.
The engineers' training bays did not survive the test.
Ratchet was working on a poor unsuspecting bot when a large and audio shattering boom sounded. The entirety of the Academy shuddered in the ringing quite left behind, throwing quite a few bots to the floors and shaking almost everything off the walls.
The bot the medic had been working on had been one of those thrown to the floor, and he crawled under the repair berth before the yelling could start.
Ratchet twisted around in time to see the bays that normally housed Wheeljack at that time of the orn crumble in a large cloud of smoke and flying bits of debris.
The medic twitched at the sight. Ratchet had the sinking feeling in his spark that maybe this time his green and white friend would not be laughing his way through this one.
Until the engineer himself timidly inquired over the comms if he was busy. :Ratch'? I think I need some help here.:
It took most of the construction orientated bots three joors to dig Wheeljack and the bulk of his assorted parts out of the ruins of the bays, and drag them over to the spot Ratchet had claimed to reassemble his friend.
The engineer's helm had managed to stay connected to his chassis, but the rest of Wheeljack's assorted bits would be dug up over the course of the next two megacycles. A few finger joints and bits of armor that managed to escape the construction mechs and femmes popping up at the weirdest times.
Ignoring the warnings that the medical trainers tried to give, Ratchet pulled Wheeljack out of stasis just to hear what had gone through the other mech's processor.
With a few flickers of his optics, the engineer blearily looked around once he was awake. "Ratch'? I don't . . . feel so good."
The medic snorted as he carefully turned his friend over. "That's not too surprising. What the frag were you cooking up in that overly battered processor of yours?"
"Er . . . yeah. That." Wheeljack managed a lopsided grin to give the medic. "Testing."
" . . . and just what the slag is that suppose to mean?" Ratchet narrowed his optics, one hand gripping his favorite wrench.
The engineer whined, and off lined his own optics. "Testing a, uh, modification I did to one of my systems. It required something big to be an adequate field test." Wheeljack waited a breem for something to come out of his friend, then warily peeked at the other mech. "Ratch'?"
The last thing the engineer saw for a solid megacycle, was the wrench Ratchet had gripped in his hand.