"Freedom, newly gained, can be over whelming." –Madam Medusa "Voyage of the Unicorn"
Ch 5
000
Some Autobot's had an unbreakable habit of working late well into the night hours after everyone else had long since retired to their berths for a nights rest. One 'bot inparticlure was known for it and for falling sleep with his head on his work station. That was Wheeljack for you. But right now the inventor was wide awake arms crossed lightly over his abdomen light thoughtful blue optics staring up at the ceiling. You could only begin to wondering what was running through his processor. There was no telling really.
The inventors workshop you'd consider a mess everything to little devices that were made for the heck of it to weapons of war. Or helping with the Autobot cause that which, was basically the same the same thing, depending on how you looked at it. Different eyes -or optics- saw different things I'm sure you know.
In reality though the engineers work space -being cluttered- was rather organized to him anyway. Ask him to find something, he'd go straight to it and pluck it out from under a couple of layers of other projects finished or not. Or like he had done once with a data-pad, plucked the exsact middle one from a tower of other data-pads without toppling the tower.
Prowl's processor momentarly stalled at that.
Semi cool air blew through his vents as Wheeljack sighed lower his head so his chin rested on the area were his collar would have sat if he was human. Light blue optics gazing at something in front of him but not really focusing on anything Wheeljack sat there leave the small device he'd been working on unattended. Which it had been for the last fifthteen minutes, Earth time standards.
If he was right the sun should have just started to rise outside ushering in a new day that had long since started.
Shutting off his optics Wheeljack tried to picture what the landscape looked like outside at this very moment without acturally being there. Fog rising off the ground, the golden crimson rays of the sun shooting over the pines that surrouned the Ark and its mountian in a spatacular array of light. Webs of spiders who'd constructed them last night, morning dew glestening off of the inpossably thin threads of silk like newly cut diamonds. The sky over head starting to turn an odd but appealing mixture of blue and orange-red while the clouds turned unnatural yet so natural mixture themselves.
"Wheeljack?"
For some reason he didn't jump as baddly as he thought he would have hearing someone behind him call his name unexpectably. Raising his head and flickering his optics back on Wheeljack turned around half way in his chair to face whom ever had called his name.
Stepping over a pill of wires and scrapmetal he hadn't yet finished sorting was Teletran being careful were he put his foot down. Wires and the like were never a good thing to get stuck under the foot. They had a tendiousy to be extremely painful at times. Trust the inventor he new what it felt like.
Vocal indicators flashing brightly, "Oh hey Teletran. What brings you here so early?"
Placing his foot back on the ground mindful of the meanicing wires aournd him on the floor Teletran let a small smile creep upon his face. "What? I have to have a reason to come visit a friend and say good morning?"
Chuckling Wheeljack stood up and moved some items off the chair to his left placing it out of the way and gestured for the slightly darker than the Ark colored hacker to take a seat. "No I suppose you don't." seating back in his own seat "I see you're in a much better mood than you have been."
Taking the offered set Teletran shrugged leaning back in the chair. "Lot of things have been going on lately, been making me aggitated and edgy I guess, I wont lie to you." rubbing a hand over his face sighing
"We can't blame you." refering to the rest of the Autobot's in the Ark "At least things appear to finally starting to. . .get back to normal."
Narrowing his yellow orange optics Teletran frowned turning his gaze over his companions workshop but just as Wheeljack had done earler he really didn't focus on anything. Noticing that the hacker hadn't commented back, which was odd enough since Teletran, always more time than not, had something to say. Wheeljack knew that he always did and sometimes he didn't say it outloud. Turning back around Wheeljack looked into the hackers golden optics and saw how serious they were.
"I think things are just getting started." muttered Teletran whether it was to Wheeljack himself or to no one at all, the Lancia wasn't sure
A little unsettled Wheeljack leaned forward gripping the arms of the chair he was seating in not caring his slightly nervous emotions show in his light blue optics. "What do you mean by that Teletran? What else could possably happen?!" The inventor erupted
At first, things had been bad then they had gone from bad to all out Pit and Teletran was saying it was just getting started?! That was enough to get the inventor out of his comfort zone. . .or something. Only moving his head back to meet Wheeljack's light blue optics Teletran didn't care much for the hard serious look that he just knew was on his own faceplate.
"What else, indeed." the hacker muttered putting his fist to the side of his head holding it up.
"Come on 'Tran, there couldn't be anything else! First you and . . ." Wheeljack stopped himself from continuing with what he was thinking seeing his friends optics flash. When the hackers optics did that it was never a good thing, he'd learned that a long time ago.
Continuing Wheeljack slide back in his set looking down trying to calm himself ". . .You, then all this with the virus and all the mechs it left mangled afterwards. Everyone is just starting to get back to their lives. If something else happened we wouldn't survive it Teletran!"
Now able to met his friends gaze with his own serious and determined one. The next thing that happend Wheeljack didn't suspect to happen but he should have seen it coming. But didn't. He watched as a slightly smug smile crossed Teletran's face, his optics turning back to their yellow gold tent.
'Why was he smiling now of all times?'
Straighting himself Teletran stood looking down opon his friend now enjoying that confused expression on his friends faceplate.
"Who said it was going to be a bad change? Certainly not me."
Wheeljack deadpanned giving his friend the most heated look he could muster up. But before he realized it Teletran was heading back to towards the door chuckling to himself.
"Teletran! I told you not to do that!" The hacker just laughed waving back as he made his exit
000
Walking down the still quiet halls of the Ark the resedent hacker had his head down optics off in thought.
He didn't need to see to know where he was heading to. Even though he hadn't been a major accet in building the massive ship had been the one who had egineered the blueprints for making sure the resedents of the ship would be safe. And as every creator he couldn't help but put part of himself into his creation. It would take to long to explain and not just because of the complexity.
Teletran knew everything about his ship.
Thinking back the converstation he'd just had with the egineer Teletran knew how much truth were in Wheeljack's his words and his own. Everything was just getting started for something to set clock pieces into motion for the future. Whether it was the near future or the distant future, time told no one until it was ready. But this time Teletran didn't have the nagging feeling of a looming shadow somewhere over him that something bad was going to happen.
Stopping in the middle of the hallway Teletran stared down the hall acturally listening to the silence while listening to the ship coming alive just as the Earths creators waked outside.
'Speak of the Devil.' He thought bitterly to himself
Hands on his hips the gold hacker looked back the way he had he had just come down from. . .at the figure down the end of the hall.
Their it stood, the reflection of his former self yet it wasn't him at the same time.
A pair of green slits that were eyes staring back at his now dark gold ones.
Standing steadfast Teletran didn't flench of the slightest knowing. Just as everyone else had over came their inner most demons these past few weeks. . .he knew the time had come for himself to press his foot down on his own demons.
At the very moment light flushed into the Ark's entrance that was just around the courner turning the orange texture of the walls into a glorious gold-yellow. Teletran felt the warmth hit his back relaxing him and smirked watching as his shadow opened its mouth baring its fangs in an futile attempt to take its vector back.
To no avil.
Chuckling, Teletran turned on his heel, hands grasped behind his back lesureily as he headed out to finish watching the sun rise. His own frame glowing in a spitacular display of gold-yellow.
000
Once again back to the quiet he liked in his workshop when he had a lot on his mind. Wheeljack sighed slumping down in his chair trying to get what his friend had just said.
It was still kind of hard to believe it was all over this living hell they'd all had to endure to the expense of their own sanity almost. Luckily everyone had come out alive, maybe not in one piece, physicaly or mental that was questionable still.
'Darn it Teletran, way to start out a day.'
For the second time since the sun started to rise someone enturputed his thoughts but at least this time they had enough resepect to press the buzzer. Leaning back letting his helm laying horizontally with the back of the chair backrest Wheeljack looked over at the door upside down and part of the ceiling.
"Its unlocked!" the Lancia called
'Wait. . . I thought I locked it.' The sound of Wheeljack making a rude sound some where in his chest echoed lightly through the room 'Teletran I thought you stopped hacking into rooms vorns ago'.
"Uh Wheeljack? You alright there?"
Blinking his optics Wheeljack turned back to gaze at the door and saw Ratchet walking in an optics ridge raised.
"Sorry." seating back up propperly in his chair
"Teletran strike again?" slight amusment in his tone
"Yes" twirling his chair around "Now. What bring's you here?"
Ratchet, using the heel of his boot, turned the chair around so he was facing the desk that had Wheeljacks current project seated to it. Shutting off his optics sighing Ratchet didn't reply admititedly, not exscatally sure what to say. He'd thought about it over and over again in his processor since a couple of nights ago but still already knowing what he wanted to say wasn't easy. This was a delicate process almost like working in the inside of another Transformers innards.
'How had I gotten myself into this?'
Cocking his head to the side Wheeljack grew slightly concerned, "Ratch'?"
Leaning forward, "Later tonight when you get off shift I need you to come by the med-bay or my office. Prime and myself need to speak with you about something."
For a long moment the inventor just stared back at the medic with confused light blue optics not really sure what had just happened. There was something odd inside the medics vocal patterns and he couldn't figure out what it was but it almost sounded like he wasn't sure about something. What? He could only guess. It was an odd thing considering it was Ratchet who was talking. Closing his mouth behind his mask Wheeljack cocked his head back slightly raising an optics ridge the turned to look over his desk, prossessor running.
"Alright, sure." Wheeljack said "I'll be there about thirty minutes after I get off shif." Delepertly avoiding all the questions he now had plaguing his prowerful processor now.
Nodding his head Ratchet stood up placing a hand on the inventors shoulders lightly before he head toward the door. "See you later then 'Jack" Suffering from a serious case of déjà vu Wheeljack watched the boxy white CMO leave, confused as ever.
". . .Yeah."
000
A/N:
Again my apologies for taking so long I, for some reason, lost my muse and have been working on other stuff than doing my writing/typing. I'm acturally working on like five different stories around everything else. Getting ready for exams, finish reading books that need finishing, life. . .Eh shutting up now.
Hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading, please leave me some kind words, meaning review people!
This story is kindly detected to MyBlueOblivion, glad and hope you're enjoying this!
Transformers and all related char(s) belong to Has/Tak and co.
Except for Teletran's persona, and the plot, are mine
Names and characters are entirely coincidental