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FANDOM: G1
CHARACTER OR PAIRING: Wheeljack/Blurr
PROMPT: Run-In
RATING: G

REQUESTED BY: dejavu

This time Wheeljack was going to succeed.

There were no ands, ifs or buts about it. This new project of his was going to be a complete success. Oh, he would savor in the gaping mouths of the disbelievers when he presented to his Autobot companions his new invention. Wheeljack buzzed busily about his workshop desk, humming something sweet as he tinkered away with his soon-to-be prize winning device.

It was nearly the same length of his body, slimmer in width, a box of metal and steel with both ends open. Wheeljack was currently installing the final touches on the machine, the Energon Elixir. Oh, yes, a machine that, no matter what material you use, will convert anything to energon. Sweet energon as well. Put your object in one end, and viola! Out the other came a tasty cocktail you wouldn't believe was made from a spare tire.

"This'll be great," the engineer sniggered, drilling in the control panel.

Ten minutes later, and Wheeljack stepped back, admiring his complete project. "Now ta test dis puppy out," he chuckled, rubbing his hands together. From a drawer at the bottom of his desk, he removed a single cube of metal, shaped and melded together from spare parts. He placed it on the rail leading into the entrance of the converter, before wiggling excited fingers at the buttons. He couldn't help but chortle and snicker, probably giving off the image of a mad scientist scheming secretly in a corner, but he was so excited and as he went to hit the red button--

"WATCHOUTWHEELJACKMOVE!"

Wheeljack shrieked, hand knocking into the control panel as he fell over the table. Hard weight crashed into his back, lying on top of him. Blurr groaned as he quickly stood up, yanking his companion to his feet. "I'm so sorry Wheeljack I wasn't watching where I was going I must have taken the wrong turn this isn't Perceptor's lab do you know where his lab is I can't fi oh my Primus what is this!?" he shrieked at full speed.

Wheeljack's sirens lit up with shock; the machine had activated and taken the cube--and was now making sickly, disconcerting noises. The engineer knew that meant only one thing. "Giddown!" he cried and yanked Blurr to the floor. The converter shook violently before out the exit, it short forth shrapnel of metal, poorly processed energon and flames. For a moment, the two Autobots remained stretched on the floor, before shyly looking over to the mess.

Blurr turned to Wheeljack. "Gee I hope that wasn't my fault I'm sorry can you forgive me?" he murmured.

Wheeljack sighed. "Nah, s'okay. I hit da wrong button, but it still shouldna done dat," he assured and patted Blurr on the shoulder.

Blurr grinned before reaching over and pecking Wheeljack on the cheek. "I dunno I thought that whole explosion of fire and metal and energon was kind of cool,'" he snickered, leaving the engineer speechless and sirens flashing.