Disclaimer: Transformers (Generation 1) and everything related belongs to the rightful company Hasbro. I am in no way shape or form making money off this.

Author's Notes: Wheeljack's latest invention seems to be going in his favor for once, and he's excited about it. But things get complicated when the whole ship goes on complete lock down and Bumblebee goes into his first heat cycle.

Title: Glitching

Pairing: WheeljackxBumblebee (G1)

Request: 02bumblebeefan (FF)

Explosions were, sad to say, a common occurrence at the Autobots' base. Especially when the explosions came from within as opposed from outside. However, this time it wasn't explosions causing the bots' oil pressure to reach critical levels but the fact that their own ship's internal systems were opening and closing doors unexpectedly. The worse part was when they would lock, either keeping the bots' outside or sealing them in until the systems opened up. Red Alert was one ped closer to bursting a circuit, claiming that the Decepticons had corrupted the Ark's systems and that this was just the beginning, but that wasn't the case. "That's the last one," he said to himself as he carefully backed out from beneath his console. Sitting up on his knee rotators, he typed a command and watched as glyphs appeared across the screen before beeping. "I did it!"

"Wheeljack?" Said engineer/inventor turned to see the yellow minibot scout/special ops in the doorway. "What are you doing?" the mech asked, pushing himself to stand on his peds.

"Bumblebee! Did you just get back?"

"Yeah, just finished giving my report to Optimus." Stepping into the lab, the friendly bot looked around, taking note of half-completed projects scattered over tables and floors, but he also saw panels having been pulled off some of the walls, wires pulled out including the terminal his friend was standing before. "What happened here?"

"Oh, well, don't suppose you heard about Teletran-1 acting up?"

"Jazz mentioned something about the doors not working, and I think I heard Ratchet threatening to use his wrench to fix the problem himself if he has to fix Red Alert one more time."

"Yeah, well, I didn't do it on purpose!" Wheeljack said defensively, helm fins flashing momentarily. "I, just thought since the Decepticons have a bad habit of sneaking onto the Ark, I could upgrade the security systems to the likes where not even Soundwave could sneak in without us knowing about it."

"Wow, really? That's great, Wheeljack!" the minibot said excitedly, optics bright. "How does it work?"

"Allow me to demonstrate!" The Lancia typed something on his console, the glyphs on the screen changing to reveal a program followed by what appeared to be a view of his lab and several rooms in the Ark. "I know the ship ain't exactly flight-worthy right now, but I got the idea last time I was in town with Chip and Spike," he began. "A lot of human buildings have their own security to keep their stuff from getting stolen, even though it hasn't stopped the Decepticons I remember seeing how some humans have to type in a security code to get into restricted rooms. I thought, 'why can't we do that to the Ark?' So, after going through several ideas, I created a program that scans our electro-magnetic fields so not only can we tell who's here and who isn't, but it also keeps unwanted mechs from going into places they shouldn't." As he explained, his program was running a current scan of all Autobots who were currently on the ship, most of them coming back as confirmed Autobots.

"You mean like Sideswipe?" Bumblebee asked with a grin.

"Exactly! And it could also keep Red Alert from glitching every klik." Wheeljack was obviously pleased with his project but just as he was prepared to give himself a pat on the backplates, alarms began blaring, emitting a high-pitch wail through-out every part of the ship. "Oh scrap, not again!"

"Wheeljack! Turn it off!" the minibot shouted, servos clamped tightly over his audio receivers but he could still hear the piercing sound.

"I-I'm trying!" The Autobot had once more turned to his console, trying to abort the program but unable to focus he ended up typing in the wrong command. All around the ship doors began closing all over from quarters, offices, the rec room, and even the med bay. Doors that were already closed locked, trapping the unfortunate mechs in and out. Wheeljack, cursing under his vents, dropped down his rotators and servos, reached inside his console and ripped out several wires. There was a loud crackle of electricity and the alarm sputtered before finally falling silent. Resetting his own audio receivers, the engineer typed away at his console, looking over what had happened only to curse. "Slag it!" he cursed, venting deeply.

::Wheeljack! What is happening? Are you alright?::

::I'm alright, Optimus. I was running my program and I forgot that some of them haven't been entered into the database. The program didn't recognize them so it set off the alarm.::

::I understand but that doesn't explain why Prowl, Jazz and I cannot leave our offices.::

::Well- :: The Lancia flinched as the wires he had pulled sparked and looked down at the ones he still had clutched in his servo. :: -I kinda ripped some wires out, disconnecting my console from Teletran-1. The program went into full shut-down mode.:: Venting, he stood and set the torn wires down. ::We're on complete lockdown.::

::I see. Is there anything that can be done to lift the lockdown?::

::I dunno, sir. I never had a chance to upload a copy of the program into Teletran-1 itself; the good news is the program has a default setting that lifts the lockdown after a certain amount of time.::

::How much time do we have?::

Blue optics looked over the glyphs flashing on the screen and swore that he could feel his spark drop right into his tank. ::… a deca-cycle.:: He didn't need to open the sudden flood of comm messages filling his HUD that all the other officers were aware of the situation and they were not happy about it. ::B-But I sent a copy of my program to Chip since he's been helping me out with it! If somebot can get him to Teletran-1, he might be able to lift the lock-down a lot sooner!:: At least he hoped he could. His comm was silent and even though they didn't need to breathe, Wheeljack's vents went silent as his comm cackled to life.

::That may take some time as all the doors are currently sealed, but thankfully there are some Autobots still on patrol. We will bring Chip as soon as possible. Do you require anything and is anyone with you?::

::No, I'm good. Bumblebee's here- :: His words died off as he turned to the minibot only to see him kneeling on the floor, venting deeply as though he was injured. "Bumblebee!" Fearing that something was wrong, Wheeljack raced over to the minibot, crashing to his rotators before him, reaching out to him. He immediately registered that he was venting heavily, and his cooling fans were trying to come online, judging by the rapid clicks he could hear. He was also aware that his temperature was slowly increasing. "Bumblebee, are you alright?"

"I-I'm okay… just, just give me a klik…" the minibot said, venting hard he accepted the servo as it pulled him onto his peds. But he denied any help as he stumbled a bit to a chair. "I think, my systems are still resetting from the alarm."

"Yeah, if you're sure…" Wheeljack wasn't sure but told Optimus that he and the scout were okay. Deciding to keep an eye on him, he went back to the console and figured he could try and repair the console just in case Chip couldn't help them. Looking at the wires, he reached in and began the delicate repair work. Once in a while he stopped and looked over at his friend but aside from venting hard and the high temperature, he seemed alright.

Bumblebee knew the other Autobot was worried, but he was fine. His systems were thrown a bit into shock where the alarms went off but it was nothing he could handle. However, he was now struggling to keep his other problem from making itself known. Once more he denied the command for his cooling fans to activate, and tried very hard not to stare at the way Wheeljack was on his backplates, stabilizers spread as he soldered wires together.

'Stop that! What is wrong with me?!' he hissed. Ignoring the alerts in his HUD, the scout stood and walked over to the engineer, dropping to his rotators next to him. "Can I help?"

"Wha-" One of Wheeljack's faults was when he worked on a project, he would forget about his surroundings. So, hearing another vocalizer gave him a start, but he had also forgotten that he was partly inside his console and slammed his crest on the underside with a clang of metal on metal. "Fragging Pitt!" Clutching at his forecrest, the engineer lifted his helm enough to see the surprised/worried faceplates of Bumblebee looking at him. "B-Bee?"

"I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to scare you. Are you alright?" the yellow minibot asked, leaning over the other mech he reached up, digits brushing the servo hiding the dent. "Does it hurt?"

"Kinda. But Ratchet's wrench hurts way more." Ignoring the slight ringing in his helm Wheeljack realized that Bumblebee's temperature had increased even more to the point where he could see condensations forming on his plating. "Bee, you're really hot." Watching the way his faceplates flushed brightly, the Lancia realized what he said and stuttered, "Y-Your temperature, I mean! It's really hot-I mean high! Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine! So, um, what can I help you with?" It was obvious that the scout was not going to tell the inventor what was wrong, but instead of feeling hurt about it, Wheeljack decided to focus on the task at hand. The sooner he or Chip could abort the lockdown, the sooner he could get the scout to Ratchet. Returning back to the wires Wheeljack would ask for a tool, Bumblebee handed it to him. Sometimes he would even press in close so he could reach into some pretty tight spots, but that only seemed to make the minibot's condition worsen.

Bumblebee was sitting atop the white and gray engineer so he could hold a large cluster of wires out of the way as Wheeljack soldered some wires together. He had given up and allowed his cooling fans to kick on to their lowest setting, and he was trying very hard not to fidget but his plating seemed so sensitive, that he could feel every plate that made up the other mech's pelvic plating. Wiping away some more condensation from his plating, he choked back a moan as once more Wheeljack shifted, causing the smaller mech atop him to shift.

"How you holding up, Bee?" the Lancia asked, clearly distracted as he reached for another wire, examining it before going back to work.

"F-Fine… I'm, I'm fine…" But he wasn't. As much as he hated to do this, Bee opened up a private comm and reached out to hopefully the one mech that could help him. ::Ratchet… come in. I-I think, there's something wrong with me.::

::Bumblebee? What's wrong? Are you hurt?:: he demanded immediately.

::I-I don't know. My temperature is running really hot, even my cooling fans aren't helping.:: He wasn't sure what else to tell him until he heard a low click and felt something leaking out of him. Alarmed he reached down with a servo and swore his temperature sky-rocketed when his digits encountered slick mesh. ::Oh Primus…::

::Bee! What's wrong?:: Ratchet never panicked, but he was close to busting a gasket and ready to pry his own med bay door open if he had to.

::I… I'm leaking Ratchet…:: Not only was he leaking, but his digits were rubbing and stroking at the mesh lining of his valve. He ground his hips down, pining his servo against Wheeljack's and smearing streaming hot lubricant between their plating.

::Leak—wait, Bumblebee, are you going into heat?:: The only answer he could get was a low whimpering moan which prompted the CMO into pulling up the minibot's records. Cursing he closed the comm and opened one up to the engineer. ::Wheeljack!::

::I'm working as fast as I can,:: came the irritated response.

::Not that, you glitch. Bumblebee's having his first heat and you gotta help him out.::

::That's not gonna make this go any faster,:: he said distractedly.

:WHEELJACK!::

::WHAT?!:: Slamming his tools down he was prepared to yell at his best friend when he finally registered something hot and wet seeping into the seams of his plating. He was also aware of a smaller frame grinding atop of him, whimpering moans barely reaching his audio receivers. Sitting up as much as he could, his optics widen at the sight of the minibot grinding their pelvic plating together, a servo trapped between them, plating flared to release so much heat, his own frame was gaining its own layer of condensation. His own cooling fans had kicked onto high without him realizing his, and his plating was beginning to glare as it registered the increase heat. ::Ratchet! Bumblebee's in heat!::

::I JUST SAID—Nevermind! Look, this is Bee's first heat, and since we're on lockdown—thank you very much!—you need to help him through it.::

::B-But how can this be his first heat? And why me? Can't he deal with it himself?:: He was certain that everybot hear had gone through their heat at least once, for everybot it was different but he wasn't exactly an expert in the field. He reached out to try and still the hips but immediately jerked his servos back when Bee let out a soft cry, reaching down with his other servo to grip at his chassis.

::I'd rather have Bee here so I can monitor him but you know first heats are always the worse. His systems don't know how to deal with this and he'll end up either burning himself out or hurt himself trying to sate the primal coding. Look, none of this is ideal but right now you are the only one who can help him with this.::

Wheeljack didn't know how to respond to that but he didn't have the luxury to think it over. The heat was so hot, if he didn't help him relieve some of this charge, Bumblebee's systems could possibly overheat to the point of combusting. ::I'll do what I can.:: he cut the link and carefully pushed himself so he was leaning against the still open console. "Bee, you gotta control your venting," he said calmly, repeatedly telling himself that panicking was not going to help either of them.

"W-Wheeljack… can't… too hot…" he whimpered, pressing his forehelm into the chassis before him, keening sharply as he removed his servo and ground his bared array into the frame beneath him.

'Oh slag!' This should not be getting him charged up but it felt too good. It had been a really long time since he had done this, and yet he felt guilty about this. If he hadn't been messing with his program, Bee wouldn't be trapped in here with him. Reaching down he grasped the hips firmly, stilling them. "Bee, you gotta listen to me. I know it's hard, but you gotta focus and control your venting, okay?" After several very tense kliks the minibot was venting deeply, his temperature lowering a few degrees but it was still too hot. "Good, just keep venting like that."

"Wheeljack… what's, wrong with me?" Bee asked quietly, looking up at him with darkening blue optics. A heavy blush stained his cheek ridges, his glossia peeking out to glid over lip plates. He could see the way the engineer's optics stared at his lip plates, feel the way his digits tightened over his hips, he swore he felt himself leaking even more and ground his hips down.

The Lancia swallowed the growl that threaten to break free and tighten his grip over the hips. "Listen Bee, you're going into heat. The problem is, this is your first time, and your systems don't know how to handle it. I'm—I'm not a medic, but you're my friend and I'll help you anyway I can."

The scout knew what heat cycles were, everybot was aware of them, but he also knew everybot went about it as different intervals and the one thing they all had in common was they all had them at least once. Bumblebee tried to focus, maybe he could get out of the lab and make his way to the med bay but all he could think about was sating this heat inside his frame. He looked at his friend, one of his very good friends, who wanted to help him. Slowly he slid his hands up the chassis, cupped the masked faceplates, leaned up and kissed the center of the blast mask.

"I trust you, Jackie. I'm glad you're here to help me." Even with the mask on, he could tell the taller mech was blushing as well.

Muffled cries were heard in the back of the lab, coming from within a small room that just barely had enough room for a standard-sized berth. Bumblebee was laying back on the berth, a servo covering his mouth, trying to muffle his cries. His other servo was holding one of his stabilizers up, pulling it to his chassis. He bucked his hips but the servos continued to pin them to the berth, limiting any and all movements.

The engineer Autobot had not expected the scout to still want him to help, and he might have protested with a bit more effort, but he refused to risk Bee's well-being. He didn't even register that he had picked him up and carried him to the back until he was leaning over the smaller frame, getting a very intimate view of the lubricant soaked array. He had wanted to go slow and take his time, but once his blast mask folded back and he invented Bee's scent, and dove in for a taste.

'Oh Primus! So good, so good!' Bee panted from behind his digits, watching Wheeljack tasting him was such a thrill. His servo shook as he reached down, pressing digits against a helm fin. He had never seen the inventor/engineer without his mask before, so the scars that marred the corner of his mouth was a bit of a shock, but that didn't stop him from caressing the cheek ridge. "Jackie…" he panted softly. He shivered as he watched the optics darken to a rich navy blue as he slowly pulled back, his talented glossia licking the excess lubricant from his lip plates. Needless to say, it didn't take long for the scout to overload not once, but twice, servos failing to muffle his cry of pleasure. Wheeljack moaned as he slowly pulled back until the hips were laying on the berth and leaned over the smaller frame, pulling out a data cable from the inside of his upper stabilizer, he reached for Bee's and after getting permission, opened the panel and plugged in. The engineer wasn't a medbot, but he was still able to read the scout's readings.

Energon and coolant levels were good, his systems were still struggling to cool down his over heated systems but the heat coding had diminished some, meaning the overloads had helped, but he would need more. Carefully unplugging from the scout, the white and gray mech closed the panel and looked over the yellow frame: the plating was completely wet with condensation, his array and inside of his stabilizers were still slick with residue lubricant and oral fluids. The scout's vents were hard and heavy, his temperature dropped several degrees but it was still high.

Bumblebee onlined his optics, shuddering them as the pixels became clear and gave the other mech a weak smile. "Hey Jackie…" he murmured softly.

"Hey Bee," he chuckled. Carefully leaning on a servo, he reached with the other to cradle the silver faceplates, brushing a digit against a soft lip plate. "You doing okay?" he asked softly.

"Mmmhmm." Catching the servo, Bee nuzzled it then licked at the digit. Hearing the engine above him rev made his own rev in response even as he leaned up and kissed the other Autobot. The scout moaned as he tasted himself on his glossia, plating flaring open as a servo stroked him, digits slipping into widening seams. But that didn't stop him from siding his other servo down his chassis.

Wheeljack groaned as his hips gave shallow thrusts into the servo, pressing the minibot into the berthtop. "Bee… if you don't stop, I'm gonna overload over you instead of inside," he moaned as he forced himself to pull back but not before Bee gave his mouth a final lick, making him growl softly.

"Rather have you pinning me down as you fill me up," came the moaning response. The special ops bot considered all the mechs here his friends, some more than others, but he was thrilled at the attention and touches he was giving to him. He lost track of all time, ignoring the warnings that filled up the side of his HUD, Pitt an explosion could have gone off right next to him and he wouldn't have flinched but as the humans said all good things must come to an end and he knew his had come when his frame seized up, taking the other mech with him.

Bee could only cling to his friend, whimpering and trembling so hard he was afraid his plating was going to start falling off. He was vaguely aware of his systems giving him a high priority alert that his levels were too low to continue and felt himself slowly shutting down. He tried to say something, bring up a comm but the last thing he saw was Wheeljack looking down at him, asking if he was okay.

Ratchet's optics skimmed over the data pad in his servos, going over every line of data before subspacing it. Turning to his patient, he made sure the tubes supplying energon and coolant were still working, made sure his temperature was normal before stepping out of the small room, listening to the door close behind him. Venting deeply, he went to his other patient and was pleased to see the empty cubes on the tray next to him.

"You finished everything?" he asked even as he took the tray.

"Yeah. How's Bumblebee?" Wheeljack asked, glancing at the closed door leading to the private room.

"Better. Don't know what you did, but you managed to get him through his first heat in record time. Congrats."

"Yeah." But the engineer wasn't listening as the CMO continued talking about something. When the minibot went offline, he panicked. He didn't think about plugging in to see what was wrong but he was shocked/relieved when he was pushed aside by Ratchet. Trailbreaker had brought Chip to the ship and with help from Blaster's cassettes, managed to get to Teletran-1 and upload the program. The lockdown was lifted and the medic immediately raced to Wheeljack's lab. It had been over a joor since they arrived but he was worried about the minibot. He never meant for any of this to happen-

"Wheeljack!"

KLANG!

Servos immediately came up, holding his helm. "What'd I do this time?" he winced, looking at an irate medic who was still brandishing his wrench.

"I wouldn't have to hit you if you'd listen!" he snapped and lifted his wrench once more, but instead he went over to his work table and roughly set it down. "I'm going to get some energon, I need you to stay here and keep an optic on Bumblebee until I get back."

"Oh! Um, yeah sure. I can do that." He was a bit worried Ratchet was going to kick him out; there were a lot of mechs out there who were not happy about his latest failure.

"Good. And don't touch anything!" Letting him know he would return, the white and red mech left. Before the door closed he could be heard yelling at some lingering mechs just outside.

Wheeljack vented deeply, staring at the floor before pushing himself off the medical berth and made his way to the private room. Opening the door, he entered and let it close behind him. Slowly he walked over to the single berth and looked down at the occupant.

Any traces of their interface had been wiped clean, dents popped out. He was currently hooked up to a screen that monitored his system, energon and coolant being fed into his system. His vents were slow and steady, completely relaxed, he may as well be sleeping. The engineer was quiet as he reached down, hesitantly before covering the small servo with his own.

"I'm sorry, Bee… I didn't mean to push you into stasis. I…" His processor seemed to freeze but he didn't remove his servo and continued to stand there, studying the screen intently. A breem or two later he felt the servo he had been holding twitch and watched as sky blue optics slowly onlined. "… Bumblebee? You okay?" he asked quietly.

"… Jackie?" He sounded confused but as his optics focused on the other Autobot he smiled up at him. "Hey… what happened?"

"I, um, well… I kinda, fragged you into stasis." Scratching as his blastmask Wheeljack wasn't sure what to expect, but he certain wasn't expecting the small scout to begin laughing. Luckily it didn't last too long but he gently held him down when he made to sit up. "No, just lay back. Ratchet will have my circuits if you hurt yourself under my watch."

"I'm fine, really." But Bee laid back down, taking a deep invent and releasing it slowly. "I'm sorry, Wheeljack. I wasn't laughing at you, it's just I don't think I've ever heard of anyone being fragged into stasis before. I'm kinda proud about that."

"R-Really?" Oh. Well, it was kinda funny but things still could have gone horribly wrong if he hadn't done created that program to begin with. What if the Decepticons staged an attack? "I'm just glad you're okay, now, but I know Optimus and the others are gonna make me wanna scrap my idea. I guess all my inventions end in failure." He had been so excited about this; he was certain it would have benefited everybot.

"That just means you shouldn't give up." Bumblebee smirked at the surprised look on the inventor's faceplates (or as much as he could see) and continued talking. "I think you have a great idea, and I think if everybot gave it a chance, they would be able to see how great it is."

"You, really think so?"

"Yeah, I really do."

Perhaps the scout had a point; he had already put so much time and effort into it, he would hate to see it all go to waste. "Maybe, I can just take it slow and fix all the bugs, first. I'll just make sure I also don't rip out my console just in case." He smiled as Bee laughed. "I really am glad you're okay, Bee. I'll let you get some more recharge."

"Alright." A nap sounded pretty good right now but as he felt the other mech pulled back he reached up and grabbed at his servo before it could pull away completely. "Hey, um Wheeljack?"

"Yeah?"

"I, didn't have a chance to thank you for helping me get through my first heat. But, I'm really glad it was you," he murmured, feeling energon filled his faceplates. "A-And, I was kinda wondering… next time my heat comes around… m-maybe you could, help me out again? But o-only if you want to!"

Of all the things he was expecting to hear today, that had clearly not been one of them. Surely any other bot would have been a better choice, but remembering how good it had all been, he would be a glitching fool to say no.

"Anytime, Bee."

Author's Notes: Another request completed. This is for the cousin of reviewer 02bumblebeefan who apparently doesn't have an account but I don't mind. I would like to first thank everyone who is still reading this for staying with me, I appreciate it so very much. I would also like to apologize for such a long wait but real life has been—well, hell.

I lost my job some time ago, and what pisses me off is there are others who don't do they job and yet I get yelled at? Well, screw my former boss and the ***ing ass he rode in on. On top of that my last grandparent passed away and it hit my family so hard. I still have moments where I want to cry and scream and bury myself in a hole somewhere, but life doesn't work that way.

Writing has also been a favorite pastime of mine, and I used to use it to try and escape reality, to relieve my stress and anxiety. Now, it kinda feels like a chore and I hate that. But lately I've been trying to get back into my writing once more, not only for you guys, the readers, but myself as well. So, I will try to get the chapters up as quickly as possible, but I will also try to ensure that they are written to the best of my ability.