Wheelie woke up to a loud knock on his door hours later. Groaning, he glanced at the time and noticed it was eight thirty at night. Damn, he'd slept for a while. Sitting up slowly, he sighed with a frown, wondering who was waking him up. "Whaddya want?" He asked irritably, shaking his head.
"It's me! I brought you supper!" A cheery, high-pitched, feminine voice on the other side of the door replied.
Wheelie froze, immediately recognizing Annabelle's voice. "Uh...is Ironhide with you?" He asked, walking cautiously towards the door. It was almost as if he expected Ironhide to be behind the door and about to deliver a round-house kick to his face as soon as he opened it. Which he did expect.
"Nope! He's talking to Sam and 'Kaela. Can I come in?" She asked politely, but also in a whiny manner that made it impossible to deny her.
"...Fine, hang on a minute." He sighed, moving the television and chair from earlier. If he didn't let her in she'd probably start crying again- and either way he was sure to get beaten up. Slowly, he opened up the door an inch, peeking through the crack to see that the girl wasn't lying and was only accompanied by a plate of spaghetti, which was for him. Opening the door all the way, he let out another sigh and moved to the side to let her in. She smiled and took a seat on the chair handing him the plate.
"Mommy made it. I asked Daddy if I could bring you some." Annabelle told him, which caused him to look surprised.
"An' he said 'yes'?" Wheelie asked, picking up the fork she had brought for him and looking down at the food for a moment.
"Not at first..." She answered truthfully, a small frown appearing on her face.
"There's a surprise." He muttered in response, shoving some spaghetti in his mouth, not caring in the least that the sauce was slopping down the front of his shirt.
"Wheelie?" Annabelle asked quietly, looking up at him curiously. "Why don't Daddy and Ironhide like you?" She questioned.
Once again, he looked taken aback. Sure, it was a legitimate question, but he hadn't expected her to ask it, anyway. He was quiet for a moment, continuing to eat as if he hadn't heard her. But she didn't say anything. All the young girl did was stare up at him expectantly, waiting for an answer. Finnaly, he cracked, and spoke once he had finished chewing. "Y'know who the Decepticons are, right? The bad guys the Autobots an' your dad fight." Annabelle nodded, and smiled a little- even at such a grim subject.
"Yep! Daddy and the Autobots are heroes for fighting them!" She was proud of her family for protecting the Earth. The Autobots could have just as easily been as destructive as the Decepticons, but they weren't. They were kind and caring, and not to mention brave and wise. When she was asked when she wanted to be when she grew up, how she wished she could have answered "Autobot". "You're a hero, too!"
Wheelie looked over at her, noticing her happy expression and the look of pride she wore when speaking of her father. He was utterly shocked when she reffered to him as a "hero". He'd never been called that. He'd been called "annoying", "midjet", "pervert" and other deroggatory names- but never anything close to that. In truth, he was a bit flattered. "You think so?" Smiling a little at her. As he did so, his single triangular gold tooth shown, which only made her giggle instead of frighten her. After a minute, his grin dissapeared and he spoke up again. "Well, I think alot of people'd beg to differ." He was silent for a long white before continuing. "I was a Decepticon before I went to Egypt with Sam and Mikaela."
He wasn't expecting it to be that much of a shock to her. Hadn't she ever wondered why all the Autobots had blue eyes while he had red ones, like the Decepticons? But she looked completely surprised, even gasping a little. "S'why your dad an' Ironhide don't trust me. Can't blame 'em though, I was a spy then." He told her, wondering what she was thinking now.
Without a word or a second thought, Annabelle hugged him- smiling to herself. "Well, I'm glad you're a good guy, now." She told him quietly. Wheelie flinched from habit, though gradually started to smile again. He guessed he knew now why everyone liked this little chatterbox.