mechlingwheeljack

[mechlingwheeljack]

Wheeljack practically glowed with excitement and eagerness. Not only would he and Magoo get to the see the super hero bot' super cool hammer, but they'd get to play with him too! The little tyke remembered the last time he'd found Magnus. He'd had so much fun, and he knew Magoo would love him, too. They just had to find him first. Magoo was a good hider when he wanted to be, so they'd have to try extra hard!

Glancing about, the mechling let out a drawn out hum as he tried to remember where'd he'd been. "Ummmmmmmm..." He took a few steps back the way he'd come, winglets rising as he remembered. He pointed toward the door, little pedes already carrying him toward it. "Oh, oh, out there!"

The swirly thingie had taken him to the long corridor outside the door. He'd wandered in looking for his friend and instead found Magnus. "I dunno where Magoo went out there though. He must have run away and hided really fast, 'cause I didn't see him when we got here. He's a good hider!"

The little one’s happiness upon the praise nearly brought a smile to Ultra Magnus’ faceplates, and his lip components twitched, optics showing the emotion even if the rest of him did not.

"It is rather large. It was designed for much larger mecha than I," was the gentle reply, amusement tinging his field. uncertainty remained as to whether his hammer was ‘cool’. The organic slang was rather confusing and not in the least bit helpful to one so used to descriptors with a standard measurement.

"If there is a need, I will wield it; after we find your friend, perhaps I will show it to the both of you."

A silver and red servo carefully grasped the oddly-constructed ‘hammer’, holding it as if it could break at any moment. Indeed, he did not want to accidentally break it, for he was certain that would upset the little white mechling. But, as it was, they now seemed set to travel; without the added weight of the hammer for the tiny Wheeljack to carry, they could now traverse the Nemesis unhindered.

"Where did you lose track of him, Wheeljack?"

Lead the way, Sir Tiny Terror.

[mechlingwheeljack]

If Wheeljack were aware of what had landed him in his predicament, he could have answered many of Ratchet's questions, voiced or otherwise. The memories were there, but his young processors could not process nor access them. All he was aware of was being taken care of by Ratchet and the kids back on Earth. At least, before the swirly green thing whisked him away to the dim place with the super hero bots. He had no concept of the multiverse, so for him this Ratchet just had to be his Ratchet.

"I will!" he promised, determined to be a good mechling. Though sometimes he seemed to find trouble anyway. When the medic claimed he wasn't hiding, the little one tilted his helm quizzically. "What you mean not hiding? This not home. This a different place. Where's Mimi? An' Raffy an' Jackjack?"

Wheeljack held relatively still for the medic, winglets twitching randomly. Ratchet always made his booboo's go away, though he didn't think he had any at that moment. The bad holes hadn't gotten him. He was pretty sure he would have noticed if they had. Were there sneaky bad holes? Was that a thing? He made a face, but the medic's question sufficiently distracted him from such thoughts.

"There was a swirly thingie!" he chirped helpfully, forgetting he needed to stay still. "Like- Like the one back home that took me to the super hero bots!"

Lost and Found

[mechlingwheeljack]

Little optic ridges knit together as Ratchet's original answer to the question tried to process through young logic circuits. The wording went laregly over his helm, however, and a quizzical chirp was the little one's initial response before the medic made it much simpler a concept to digest: Big, bad hole. That he got. He had fallen into holes before, but he didn't know there were even more scary ones!

"I sorry," he repeated, his attention staying focused on the much larger mech as he carried him. "I try to be more careful next time. Dun wanna fall in bad hole. That'd be scary!"

He finally glanced around after that, realizing they had arrived somewhere new. Curious optics darted about, taking in details and seeking out anything that caught his fancy. "Where this?" he asked eagerly, already forgetting about the sinkholes in the light of being able to explore a new place. "This where you hiding? Hide n' seek not fun if ya make it too hard, RaRa!"

Lost and Found

[mechlingwheeljack]

Wheeljack had barely registered just who the mech rushing toward him was before he suddenly found himself scooped up and pressed close to warm plating. An indignant yelp had escaped his small frame, winglets flared and twitching in surprise. Blinking large blue optics up at the familiar mech, he chirped once before he finally realized just who had seemingly materialized out of thin air. Optics widened immediately after and a huge grin split his face.

"RaRa!" A trill of excitement followed the explanation, tiny arms latching on in what would have been a hug had he been big enough to encompass the mech holding him. "I founded you! See, see, I got lost, an' I was lookin' for ya, but then I met some super hero bots! They were nice an' an' one had a huuuuuuuuge hammer!"

He had so much to tell Ratchet! He hadn't meant to wander away and get lost but so many exciting things had happened. He wanted to tell him everything, and the words just poured out like an overflowing fountain. He came to an abrupt halt, however, when the medic's words finally registered. Optics grew even larger, and he quickly glanced around searching out the danger he hadn't been aware of.

"I sorry! I didn't know!" A breif pause. "...what's a-a sinkhole, RaRa?"

Lost and Found

[mechlingwheeljack]

Lost and Found

Wheeljack was lost again.

The surroundings were as foreign as the last place he'd stumbled upon, but unlike the dim corridors of the ship he'd left, this was the wide outdoors. Curious optics darted about, taking in the structured environment. It seemed almost vaguely familiar somehow, but his young mind dismissed the feeling as fast as it manifested. No, instead all he could focus on was how different it was from the lush organic world of Earth. That was home, even if some part of him was silently whispering this was even more home.

"Helllooooooooo?" The drawn out word carried a curious singsong tone to it, wondering if anyone was near. Had Magoo followed him again or was he still with the super hero bots? Little winglets perked as movement not far away caught his attention. Maybe the super hero bots had just brought them here?

"Hey, hey! Don't forget meeeeee!" Little pedes carried him off toward the noise, heedless of any danger there might be.

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[mechlingwheeljack]

Wheeljack beamed in pride at the praise, tiny winglets jumping up as high as they could. He'd have to tell Magoo the super hero bot said they had done good. He knew his friend would feel just as proud, especially about a job well done. They had hunted around for the perfect rock and then for a stick strong enough to hold it up. Magoo had an easier time of lifting the would-be hammer, but Wheeljack had managed it a few times. He was confident he just needed to practice and then he would be swinging it around like he did his swords.

"I bet'cha yer hammer is huuuuge!" The little white bot let go the stick, servos flung out on either side of him to emphasize his words. He didn't seem to mind the offer being turned down, instead distracted by the thought of what sort of hammer Magnus must have. "Is it cool? Can I see it? Yer gonna use it to help me save Magoo, right? Gonna be so cool!"

Taking hold of his hammer again, Wheeljack hefted it into the air with a grunt and offered it to Magnus to carry. If the bad guys suddenly surprised them, Wheeljack had his swords too. He would save the hammer as his secret weapon against the leader. All super heros had secret weapons, right?

Ultra Magnus looked down at the little roughly-made hammer as if it were the most important object in the world — and for the little Wheeljack, it probably was. “You both did an excellent job,” he complimented. He wondered who this ‘Magoo’ was; oddly, the name seemed almost familiar, as if he’d been referred to by it before, but if so, that had been a long, long time ago.

If Wheeljack said he had been with a friend, where was this friend now? Would he possibly be on the Nemesis, as well, or would he be back wherever Wheeljack belonged? Wherever the tiny mechling disappeared to when he as not here? It was obvious that the place was safe and that he received proper attention and fuel, otherwise he would not be so endlessly cheerful…

"I will help find him," Ultra Magnus agreed, optics relaying the smile he did not give with his lip components. "Thank you for the suggestion, but I have my own hammer now. I can hold onto yours for you, however. It looks heavy." Best to keep it simple, and with the tiny Wheeljack involved, it was also best to keep the search a game. The Commander did not want to upset the little bot.

[mechlingwheeljack]

The tiny Wrecker giggled, rocking back on his heels. "'Course, just said we can be friends!"

A wide grin soon stretched across his face, happy to hear the other mechling liked two of his favorite games. "Those are fun! Do ya like adventurin'? That one o' my favorites too!"

"Me Prowl!" A smile grew on the little copbot’s face. "Will Jackie be friend?" 

"Oh Oh! Me like to play Tag! And Hide ‘n Seek!" 

[mechlingwheeljack]

Wheeljack reached out to poke it again, obviously very curious about the plush toy. It wasn't like any of his toys, that was for sure. "Donut? It look weird, but it's so soft!"

Winglets twitching in response to the question, he beamed and thumped himself on the chest. "I'mma Jackie! We can be friends if ya want. Whadd'ya like playin'?"

"What that on yer helm?" Poooooke.

"Donut!" He takes his plushie off of his helm and shows it to the other tiny bot. "Donut is me friend."

Prowl’s doorwings twitches curiously. “Who is you? Are you friend?” 

[mechlingwheeljack]

Wheeljack was quite excited to show off the object clutched in his servo, and pulled it around in front of him with some effort. It really was just a stick tied to a rock, but for the youngling it was perfection unto itself. "It's my new hammer! I made it all by myself an' everything! Oh - no - Magoo helped me a little. The hammer part, um, kept fallin' off."

This was admitted with an abashed look, before the present caught up with his young mind. He wondered briefly where his best friend had managed to get off to, but maybe he had decided to play the bad guy this time? Or, or maybe he was hiding and it was his job to save him from the evil things? He and the super hero bot could do it together!

"Do you wanna play, mister? Me an' Magoo were gonna go on an adventure an' save peoples, but I think he decided he wanted to be saved this time, so we gotta find him an' save 'im from evil! Ya wanna, right? Ya can use my hammer if ya want!"

Clad in a makeshift cape, the small white mechling appears around the corner. Clutched in one servo is a stick of some sort, with what appears to be a rather large rock tied to it. It's just big enough that Wheeljack has to drag it behind him, little grunts of effort leaving him as he plodded along. Suddenly noticing the larger bot, his optics brightened and a happy trill announced his presence. "Hey, hey, Mr. Super Hero! It me again!"

Ultra Magnus’ pedesteps paused immediately upon hearing the voice of the mechling, and he turned to its source, taking in the cape and object trailing behind him.

"Hello, Wheeljack," he said, then glanced around. Just like the last time he had encountered the little mechling, no one was to be seen.

"What do you have there?" he asked, carefully kneeling so as to see the little one better. Tiny Wheeljack seemed just as enthusiastic — and bent on referring to him as a ‘super hero’, whatever that was — has he had the last time they’d met.

[mechlingwheeljack]

The little white mechling was rather fearless as the much larger mech knelt down and pushed him back. Did he want to play? Grinning, he reached forward and pushed back on the clawed servo, little pedes slipping sightly on the metal floor.

"My name's not trickery! It's Wheeljack! I'mma be a super hero when I get all growed up! What's your name? Are you a super hero? Yer big enough to be one! An' ya look super strong, too!"

Little Wheeljack isn't sure where he is, but it's dark and there's glowly things. Peeking around a corner, he sees a huuuge bot. Wow, he was kinda scary looking, but he looked so strong. Glancing around, he toddled closer and poked a silver pede. "Hiya!"

Had Wheeljack suddenly become the unfortunate victim of an experiment gone wrong? Even so, the possibility existed that this shrunken Wrecker could be less annoying than the full-sized one.

Kneeling down, he carefully nudged Wheeljack back. “What sort of trickery is this?” he asked.

[mechlingwheeljack]

"'Course ya can! Yer a super hero an' super heroes can do anythin'!" Wheeljack was confident Ultra Magnus would get him home, and until then, he was content to ask questions. Maybe he would play with him? They could play cops and robbers! Or- or- or since he was a super hero, they could find bad guys and fight evil!

Sitting back up with an excited squeal, he turned large hopeful optics on the mech, little winglets quivering from barely contained excitement. "Can we play, Ultra Magnus sir? Can we? We can chase away bad guys an' save peoples an' all sorts o' stuff! Can we? Can we pleaaaase?"

Ultra Magnus’ spark leaped in worry as the little one fell over, and his digits curled slightly in reaction, not wanting to drop the mechling. After a moment, once he was certain Wheeljack was safe, he said, “Something like that.”

This Wheeljack was surprisingly trusting, and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Why would he be so trusting of him, when he had never met Ultra Magnus before? And he couldn’t help but want to protect him, even though there was nothing to protect the tiny Wheeljack from. It was like a little civilian….

… And he couldn’t help but want to keep him, just a little bit.

"We will find your home regardless," he said, hoping to provide comfort to the little mech.

[mechlingwheeljack]

The little one was content enough in his servo for the time being, birght optics upturned to grin at him. "A hammer? Hammer's are cool, too! I bet ya gots the biggest hammer ever! An' ya can swing it all around like ha! And then like yah!" He swung his sword around as if it were a hammer, imagining it perfectly in his mind. One swing landed him on his back as he got too excited, and Wheeljack burst into giggles from his sprawled position in the other's servo.

Once the giggles subsided, he blinked up in question, and tilted his helm. "I dunno. I was playin' an' then I found ya. Or ya found me, or whoever found-" Confusion scrunched up his features for a moment, as the mechling thought about it.

"I dunno!" he chirped once more with a shrug.

Ultra Magnus stood, slowly, assuring that the little mechling wouldn’t fall from his place on the large mech’s servo. Then, he lifted the tiny Wheeljack high enough that he may hop to rest against the blue mech’s shoulder pad, should he wish.

Still, he did not understand  what the little white mech meant by ‘super hero’, though he thought it best not to ask. “I… do not possess a sword. I wield a hammer,” he told the mechling, seeing no harm in telling such a thing.

"Do you remember how you got here?"

[mechlingwheeljack]

Relief and assurance washed through him and he was quick to clamber into the mech's servo, one tiny servo of his own clutching a digit so he wouldn't tumble off. He practically buzzed with unconditional trust, winglets perked once more. If he said he could help him home, he knew it was true!

"See? Ya are a super hero! Can ya teach me? I gots a sword an' everything!" He held the toy up for inspection, grin wide and proud. "I gotta 'nother one but it's at home I think. Do you gotta sword? Is it big? I bet it's really big!"

The Wrecker Commander watched with concern as the mechling stepped closer, distress clear. Perhaps, in the little mech’s distraction, he had wandered away from home… Though how could he have accidentally found himself here? it didn’t make any sense.

As he made to speak, an old rule from the Elite Guard came into his helm: do not make promises you cannot keep. He paused for a moment longer, thinking quietly, before saying, “I will help you home.” Another pause, and he offered the tiny mech his servo to climb upon.

[mechlingwheeljack]

"Ya gots a cool name!" he chirped. It didn't surprise him, really. All super heros had really cool names. Maybe he could be Ultra Jackie. So caught up on the name, the second question did not register right away. When it did, the little one blinked and glanced around in confusion. He wasn't-

Oh. Nothing looked familiar...

Stepping closer to Magnus, he clutched his toy sword closer and looked up at the mech with quivering winglets. "Um... maybe a little..."

The blue mech watched the tiny terror uncertainly, shock flicking upon the little one’s name. Wheeljack? But… this was not possible. How could this little be Wheeljack? It didn’t make any sense to him.

He watched, somewhat amused, as the tiny mech stepped right up to him. This was a question he knew the answer to, at least. “I am Ultra Magnus.” He paused, glancing around once more before adding, “Are you lost?”

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Optics still wide, the little white mechling didn’t bother getting up. He’d never seen a bot that big before! Would he grow up to be that big one day? He hoped so! Grinning abruptly, he was only too happy to answer the mech’s question. “M’ Wheeljack! How’d ya get so big? Can I be that big one day? Do ya gots super being big powers or somethin’? Are ya a super hero? I wanna be a super hero one day!”

Finally pushing himself up, he stepped right up the mech, completely fearless. He felt instinctively safe with the stranger, and it only convinced him the big blue mech had to be a super hero! How cool was this? Meeting a super hero! “What’s yer name, mister?”

Toddling along and swinging his toy sword around, Wheeljack fails to see the much larger mech until he turns and walks straight into his leg. A surprised yelp later, and the little mechling is sitting on the ground and looking up, up, up, up, up with wide optics. "... yer biiig!"

Ultra Magnus worked diligently at post, ignoring the going-ons of the mecha around him as he worked at the main console of the base. He had not realized that he was alone, nor that a tiny intruder had found his way into their home. It was not until he felt something against his lower leg that he knew anything of the little one.

He paused, instantly thinking that one of the native younglings had not been paying attention, and carefully took a step back, so as to see around his shoulder stack. Cerulean optics widened, and he cycled them again just to be sure.

With a quick glance around the base — to be sure that no one would come in running after what appeared to be a tiny mech — he knelt slowly, so as not to startle it. Closer examination revealed it to be physically similar to Wheeljack, which confused him.

Softly, due to the sudden need to protect such a tiny being, he said, “What is your designation, little one?”

[mechlingwheeljack]

The little white mechling purred louder at the helm nuzzles, happily returning the gesture and dragging the other closer. He wasn't expecting the other to fall into recharge but it soon proved contagious. At least he wasn't bored anymore and he'd have someone to play with later. Snuggling into the seekerlet, his purring remained a constant even as he too slipped off into recharge.

The little Starscream shuttered his optics, still purring, and wrapped his tiny arms around his new friend(?). There was a little bit of helm nuzzling, and then the Seekerlet drifted off to a light recharge, wings twitching now and again and vents even.