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Note : Requested by laureas.

Ok, just so you know, I have NO idea what the alternate forms officially are for certain Autobots (I.E: Wheeljack, Mirage, Blur, etc etc) so I Wiki'd them. If they weren't mentioned, I just goggled similar cars to their style and picked one.

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(Normal POV)

As Wheeljack was introduced to the base, he was given off a list of things he was and was not to do. Considering just how new he was to the planet in general, that list was more extensive than usual.

He sighed as he wandered around the empty storage shed he'd taken as his lab. There wasn't really much there, and considering earth hadn't been planning on having Cybertronians around, there was little to nothing in the way of Autobot-sized equipment. His first few months there would be rebuilding and calibrating tools to his own settings, so he at least had something to do.

That, and... He spent his free time searching the internet for practically any and all information he could download.

Though primitive in comparison, Wheeljack found earth science quite fascinating and spent days talking about or processing different experiments they've done. He even attempted to recreate a few with Autobot enhancements.

Of course, very few actually worked. Another reason his first little while on the planet was spent in parole. What good would it do anyone if Wheeljack got right into one of his larger experiments, only to blow the pit out of the planet?

"This is slagging boring." The scientist grumped as he slouched against the wall, looking around his decidedly boring labratory. All my experiments have been all but useless, or backfired.

Standing up straight, he shook his head and exited the room, walking down the hall while simultaneously searching the web for more information.

What I need is a new idea.

He paused at the rec room and looked around. Many of the Autobots were simply milling around chatting idly, and the humans were nowhere to be seen. Taking that as his cue, he entered the room, grabbed a cube of energon and left again, waving to a few mechs as he went.

Nothing big, though. What are the humans up to, again?

Sipping his energon, he made his way outside and paused. It was a dark, stormy day out. While it wasn't raining, the clouds filling the sky were almost black, and the winds horrendous. A single figure stood in the center of the runway, waving two bright orange cones around.

Tilting his head, his optics narrowed in one the figures of marines in a hangar far across the runway, holding up glowing sticks as they searched through an almost pitch black storage shed for something.

Light sticks?

Slowly working on his energon, he watched them carefully, spotting as the light in one died out, and the soldier pocketed it, before grabbing another. He bent it in an odd fashion, and it began to glow.

Fascinating, but if we were to attempt to use one of those, we'd break it.

His processor began to whirl with questions and possibilities. He ran over the idea of building larger ones for the Autobots, in case their internal lighting systems went offline for any reason, but quickly dismissed that idea, realizing that it would take one hand to hold it, and it was best that both of their hands remain free on missions. He thought about glow sticks they could wear, much like the humans appeared to have.

Only if one of the Autobots needed to transform, it would get caught up in their machinery. It would do them no damage, but would destroy the light itself, rendering it all but useless and a waste of time to attempt.

So, logically, he began to think up ways to perhaps transfer the glow out of the sticks and into the Autobots. Their hands would be free, and the light would not be destroyed by the reconfiguration of their bodies during their transformations.

As he finished his energon and returned to his lab, Wheeljack began to look around.

I'm going to need a few things.

(Tranquility, an hour later)

Mikeala sat in the front seat of the white Ford Mustang as it drove down the street. "So... What did you need me for, again?"

"I require your assistance in purchasing 'light sticks' and a 'blender' for my experiment."

Light sticks? A blender? A single black eyebrow slowly rose as Mikeala nodded absently and exited the car, heading into the nearby shopping mall and without even taking a slight detour, making her way towards the items she needed. She used the government credit card she was given, and paid for it all, before exiting and once again climbing into the Mustang.

Wordlessly, she dropped the bag on the passenger seat. "Do I wanna know?"

"Hm?"

"Why did you need light sticks, I bought extra by the way just in case, and a blender?"

"Well, I was watching several soldiers use them earlier to light there way." Wheeljack went quiet a moment as he turned a corner, before continuing on. "And it intrigued me. I thought about how an Autobot might benefit from this use, if our internal lighting systems ever malfunction, however hand held glow sticks would only encumber us, and ones made to fit around body parts would only be destroyed in a transformation."

He exited city limits and broke out into his true speed, making his way towards the base. "I thought it might be more prudent to attempt a way to consume or wear it. To do so, I need to break open the plastic containers and get to the chemical compound within them."

Nodding her head a little, Mikeala gave him that much. "I'd be careful eating or drinking it, or whatever. You don't know what that stuff's gonna do to you. It could be poisonous."

"I have already searched your worldwide web for the chemical compound, and found it to be relatively harmless to our species."

"Oh. Right." She nodded again, a little more cluelessly this time. He thinks of everything, I guess. "Carry on then, I guess."

Once they'd returned to the base, Mikeala helped Wheeljack get his equipment to the lab, before leaving him to his work. While the blender was relatively small, Wheeljack was confident that he could solidify his holographic form to use it. Meanwhile, she went off in search of Sam, not even aware that she was being watched by two sets of optics.

(Later)

As Wheeljack exited his office, two tall, slender figures slipped in. They began searching around before they noticed a glowing green liquid in a container, just left sitting out. Exchanging a look, their optics narrowed.

"He's been holding out on us!"

"No kidding!"

They stalked forward and the silver mech grabbed the large cube of glowing liquid, before looking over at his twin with a smirk. "If we leave this out, it's obviously going to go bad. We can't have that now, can we?" Tilting his head back, the silver mech downed half the contents, quickly handing the container over before pausing. He swished the liquid around in his mouth, before frowning as he swallowed it. "Huh, that tasted kinda funny."

"You're telling me." His yellow twin made a face before plopping the now empty container on the table once again. "Ugh!" Suddenly his optics widened. "Slag! He's coming back!"

Beating a hasty retreat, the figures quickly dismissed the strange liquid they'd drank as they made their way towards the main hangar. They blended in with the others quickly, and began relaxing as time passed.

It was about ten minutes later that Wheeljack came stalking quickly into the room, not looking happy but also not looking all that worried. "Alright, who took it?"

Everyone paused and stared at him in confusion.

"The lighting compound I was working on. It was a glowing greenish liquid sitting in a plastic container on my work bench." He raised an optic ridge as several Autobots exchanged a look. Seeing the slightly anxious looks the Corvette twins shot each other, he felt his lips twitch and was thankful for his mask. "Fine. If no one wishes to own up to it, I have another way to find out."

A second later, and the lights switched off, causing people to gasp and give indignant cries, before all went eerily silent.

The twins looked around, frowning when they realized that one by one, all bots and humans alike were turning in their direction, optics or eyes wide. They both faced Wheeljack, neither one wanting to look at the other and risk giving anything away.

"What?" Sunny hissed, glaring at Bee who had the audacity to poke his arm. "Stop it, you'll scratch my paint!"

"Hy, check out the giant fireflies?" Mikeala snickered from the side of the room.

Sam nodded. "Huh, glowbots."

Several humans and Autobots all laughed at the comment, while clearly neither Autobot took notice of it. Sideswipe was too busy staring at all the bots staring at him and his twin, and Sunny was too busy looking like he wanted to blast Bee a new aft-hole.

Looking over blandly, Sides quickly did a double take. "Uh, bro?"

"Not now." Sunstreaker waved at him absently, smacking Bee's hand away and glaring as the young scout seemed content to keep poking him. "If you don't stop it, so help me Primus-"

"Sunny!"

"Don't call me that!" Turning, Sunstreaker's optics went wide. "Um, Sideswipe? Why are you glowing?"

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Hope you like it.

R+R please.

Thank you.

Tenshi