Epilogue

Wheeljack stood in the clearing. He had been called by his team to offer some assistance, which was great. He was getting tired of laying around all day and begging to be released onto the field again. He even learned how to fight with his disability, and not against it. He refused to wear the cloth wrap over his optics to hide the empty sockets. To tell the truth, he liked the screams of horror he heard from the Decepticons. He even got Megatron to hesitate!

But the Autobots believe that he doesn't wear it because it irritates his faceplates, and it does, to a small degree.

There, he thought. He heard his team's grunts and groans as they fought servo-to-servo with the 'cons. He hurried over, reached behind his back for his swords, and then he entered the fight.

He followed the gasps. The Decepticons, the new drones, atleast, were not used to his empty sockets. The Autobots were and had no problem looking him over and not reacting negatively. Breakdown atleast had a patch over his missing optic. Wheeljack didn't think a patch would improve his appearance.

And neither did yawning holes for optics, but it was a start. He was unique, more so than he had been before!

He plunged his sword into the nearest drone, tipping his helm as he listened for others to come and reluctantly attack the newcomer.

See, though they were different factions, they still had the same Cybertronian-customs. They were taught to respect the young, old, wounded, and sick.

And so that was their downfall.

He attacked the drones that had once been attacking Bulkhead. He could hear his friend not too far away. Bulkhead ran off in the direction of Optimus. The Prime, from what Wheeljack could hear, was surrounded by drones and given no room to fight. That was before the wrecking ball got there and put a dent in the drones.

Wheeljack turned his helm around.

Arcee was fighting back to back with Bumblebee. They were fine.

Optimus had Bulkhead.

Ratchet was back at base.

Everything was good now.

Except, he found as he pressed his servo to the ground, that the Autobots had a spy.

Starscream.

The little Seeker was trembling as he watched, somewhere beyond the clearing, probably in the trees, most likely gripping his servos and not bothering to keep his wings from rattling against each other. While the Autobots were a little occupied, Wheeljack was not. And he went straight after Starscream.

He heard the Seeker squeal in horror and he heard the beginnings of a transformation, so he judged quickly and threw his sword straight forward.

There was a small shlink as the sword went through the wing and embedded in the tree. Starscream howled in pain and tried to pull at the sword.

"No, hang around, Starscream. This battle is very interesting, don't you think?"

Starscream still struggled. He yelped when Wheeljack reached around and grabbed him by the throat.

"I said, hang around. Optimus will be very interested in your prescense, don't you think? I wonder what Megatron will give for you."

"You wouldn't dare!"

Wheeljack turned his helm towards Starscream and he grinned in amusement. "Why do people keep saying that? Can they see my hesitation in my optics? No, I don't think that's the case. I think they're just scared, but of what?"

Starscream whimpered and backed away from Wheeljack as far away as he could go.

Bulkhead and Arcee ran over.

"You okay, Wheeljack?" Bulkhead helped his friend out of the trees while Arcee retrieved Starscream.

"Yeah, but Star's acting a little weird. Is there something wrong with my face?"

Wheeljack grinned as he turned his helm to Bulkhead so the Wrecker could look.

"Nothing wrong that I see."

Optimus treated Starscream's wing and guided the Seeker through the Autobot GroundBridge. While they were walking through the vortex of swirling green, purple, red, and yellow, Optimus stopped. Wheeljack knew that because he bumped into Bumblebee, who had been right behind the Prime. He muttered an apology to the scout, he chirped an answer.

"Wheeljack, you have proved to be a valuable warrior on the team. I hope you stay."

Wheeljack smiled and nodded. "I can't really go anywhere, Prime. Can't fly the Jackhammer, can't drive anywhere...I'm pretty much stuck here, where I know where to walk and get around." He started walking when the Prime did. He could tell Optimus was amused. "Consider me a captive."

"I know you do not feel as though you are a captive, Wheeljack." Optimus touched the warrior's shoulder. "And I am glad you cannot leave us. We need you here."

Wheeljack batted the Prime's servo off his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah... I'm important, yada yada, go hold open that door?"

"Your psychic abilities startle me." Optimus brushed his helm gently and led Starscream into a room where he would be held while Ratchet contacted Megatron.

Wheeljack sat down on the berth where he belonged and listened. He smiled.

He belonged somewhere.

Alright, blind Wheeljack is awesome. I based him off of Toph from Avatar: The Last Airbender, Jayfeather from Warriors by Erin Hunter. If you don't know one or the other (or Primus forbid both of them), check 'em out! They're kickbutt. I love them.

Hope this was a good ending, hope all questions have been answered about Wheeljack's place in the team, and I'm very interested to know who else you guys want blown up and blinded XD

Alright, guys, I'll be waiting x3

-Prime627