A/N: Happy 4th of July, you guys! Here it is, the next Chapter of "Two Worlds, One Family"! Yay. Uh...this one brings back another Character that we haven't seen in a while, as well as gives explanation for the Chapter 2 before this one (I had a reviewer asking about the whole situation with Sol, so...yeah). Uh...that sounds like everything...so yeah. Enjoy!
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Delta steps into the Center a few days later, smiling as the receptionist greets him. He greets her back, walking down one of the hallways, not paying much attention to what was happening around him. It wasn't a very busy time of the day, so there weren't many bots roaming around the Center.
He soon makes it to a large, airy room, only two bots inside it at the moment. He steps inside, taking in the equipment scattered through the room, his attention soon taken by one of the bots cheerfully calling out to him.
Sol grins from where he's shakily standing, tightly gripping a pair of crutches, a nurse standing next to him.
Delta smiles, walking over to the younger Mech.
"Hey, kid. Good to see you on your feet already."
Golden doorwings flutter, "Well, Wheeljack helped a lot with the new brace. And besides, he said that he'd only teach me how to be an Engineer if I got better."
The older Mech chuckles. Well, that was one way to motivate the younger Mech. but he was honestly surprised that Wheeljack got the brace done so quickly…
(Flashback)
Delta knocks on the door Breakdown and Knockout told him to go to. It slides open, a cheerful, familiar voice drifting through the dark room. Delta steps inside, the door sliding closed and lights flashing on.
He blinks, taking in the mess of the room, before stopping on a familiar form. The figure pauses what they were doing, turning and brightening.
"Delta! Primus, kid, it's good to see yah! What brings you here?"
Delta smiles.
"Hey, Wheeljack. It's good to see you too. I was…actually wondering if you could help me with something."
Wheeljack shifts, a spindly arm reaching for the DataPad in his servo. Delta tries not to stare at the skeletal limb, but a chuckle reaches his audios.
The white Mech flexes his servo.
"Kinda creepy, huh? Sunshine's still working on all of the glitches, but he said the armor should be done soon so you're not looking at all my gears."
Delta hums. Wheeljack was one of the ones that got hit hard in their last battle on Cybertron. The ship crash, then fighting a horde of undead Predacons took its toll on the white Mech, his arm being severely damaged from Dark Energon poisoning. Since it's only been just over a year since the fight, he was still learning how to use his new arm, and all of the supplies needed for it were not available yet. So, he had no armor on it, leaving it in its skeletal form until the armor for it was finished.
He's brought out of his thoughts as Wheeljack finishes reading the DataPad.
"So your kid brother needs a permanent brace for a leg injury?"
"Well, he has one, but I was hoping you could make a permanent brace that's not as…cumbersome? The one the hospital gave him is kind of…not meant for someone his size."
The Wrecker nods, cupping his chin in thought.
"Hmm. It's gonna take a few days, but I'm sure I can get one made for him. The medical records you snagged from Ratch' will help a lot in making sure it fits properly."
Delta chuckles at the pause, then curious look thrown at him.
"Yes, Wheeljack. I do have permission from the Doc to share that with you. He's completely aware of what's going on."
"Good. Cause with him and Knockout snippin' at each other lately, the last thing I need is for them to forget about that, team up, and come after me. One crazy Medic is enough."
He shudders slightly, before turning back to the task at hand.
"So you're wanting me to make a more fitted and streamlined permanent brace for your brother so he's able to walk again. Was that it?"
Delta shrugs.
"Well…that was the main reason I was here, but I was wanting to ask you something else."
Wheeljack stops with his tinkering of a bundle of wires, turning fully to the turquoise Mech.
"What?"
"Would you be willing to take on Sol as a sort of…apprentice? He decided on being an Engineer since, and I quote, 'No one wants a cripple for a Medic'. He decided that being an Engineer would be his best option, even though I told him he could still…you know."
Wheeljack crosses his arms, his optics darkening.
"Poor kid. That's not the kind of mindset he should have on things. I'd be happy to teach him stuff on being an Engineer—though I'm still learning things, and am probably not the best idea of a teacher with my explosive reputation."
Delta smiles, "I don't think that'll be a problem."
Suddenly, a digit is thrust into his face.
"But I'll only teach the kid on one condition."
Delta blinks.
"And that would be…?"
Wheeljack's optics twinkle.
"He has to get better. I'll get his brace done, but once he has it, he has to work as hard as he can to get back on his peds. Once he's able to walk right, I'll start teaching him how to be the best fraggin' Engineer Cybertron has ever seen. Sound like a plan?"
Delta nods, finding himself ignored as Wheeljack goes back to his work desk, muttering to himself as he begins drawing up plans, glancing back and forth between the DataPads in front of him.
Delta moves to the door, stopping at the threshold. He turns back.
"Wheeljack?" the Mech absently hums.
He smiles. "Thanks. I really appreciate you helping out like this. It means a lot."
Wheeljack's servos pause, the Mech turning. He smiles.
"No problem, kid. Glad to help."
A/N 2: So yeah. Sol has a permanent leg injury from his accident, and so that's why he figured being an Engineer was his best option. And why Delta was ready to throw hands with the all-powerful spirits of the Primes. So...yeah. That's pretty much it, my dudes.