The Unity Of Two

13: New Bot

I watched Bumblebee clean up with mild amusement.

And if course Unicron was having his fun too, "Nice guy, but he deserves it for doubting you." He told me.

"I wonder what you deserve for doubting me." I told him, Bee looked over a little confused but then returned to work.

"I'm already at my lowest, it can't get worse." He told me.

"I could throw you away." I pointed out.

After a long while, "I hate being at your mercy." He grumbled.

Bumblebee finally got up and stretched his joints from being crouched over for so long. "Can we visit Carrier today?" I asked him.

He looked over to me, "You'll have to ask Ratchet." He told me.

"He'll say no." I told him.

"I'll ask him for you."

"Thanks." I said and we headed back to the main room.

We missed quite a lot, Bee and I noticed as we eavesdropped by a doorway to the main room. Everyone was there, including some additions.

"What's going on?" Unicron asked.

"A new bot is there." I whispered to him and looked over to a human, "And a human who dipped himself in brown paint." I told him. I didn't realize they came in different colours. Maybe I'll see a purple one tomorrow.

"That's Agent Fowler and Wheeljack." Bee told me and I quickly made out which is which.

Fowler was mad at Wheeljack for making a scene, but Wheeljack was more interested about sharing how he got to chasing the Decepticon- Dreadwing.

Bee decided to go in and they soon noticed me.

"Where have you been?" Miko asked, while Wheeljack stared confused and Fowler looked livid.

"Cleaning up paint." I half lied.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because Ratchet wasn't smart enough to avoid the trap." I told her.

I faintly heard Wheeljack lean over to Bulkhead and whisper, "I like this one."

"Since when did the midget get here?" Fowler yelled angrily.

"Yesterday, we found him in a small energon mine." Optimus explained, "And he is a youngling."

"Mechling." I pointed out quietly, nervous of the new arrivals.

"A kid?"

"Yes." Optimus nodded.

The human seemed to have had enough and stormed out (without a goodbye).

"So..." Wheeljack started. "What's your designation?"

"Augury."

"Nice one-"

"See, I told Primus it was a good one!" Unicron interrupted.

"I'm Wheeljack," Then he walked over a little closer, bent down and whispered, "How'd you make the trap?"

Ah yes, the important questions, I could already tell that we might get along. "Paint and a grenade." I told him while the others looked on nervously, Miko was doing her best to hear.

"Oh I love grenades." He said excitedly.

"And him and I are on the same page!" Unicron said happily.

"Wheeljack." Ratchet said in old Cybertronian, something most Cybertronians did not know as it was old. They stuck to regular Cybertronian

But I knew it.

"It's a good thing I taught you this." Unicron said, the 'I' meaning him and Primus. Mainly Primus.

"Yup?" Wheeljack asked.

"Just so you are aware, he has a mental condition." Ratchet said.

"Argh, that's killing my audios! He needs to roll the 'r's." Unicron said, I agreed.

"What is it?" Wheeljack asked, trying not to show his surprise.

"His Sire and his Carrier, he hallucinates them, he basically talks to himself. But claims to talk to his creators. Imaginary creators like imaginary friends." Ratchet explained.

Wheeljack raised a ridge, "Do you know why?"

Ratchet shook his helm. And by now I had enough.

"You need to roll your 'r's, Ratchet." I told him.

He looked at me in shock. "How do you know-"

"My 'imaginary creators' taught me." I said and sat back down in the corner with a huff. Wheeljack had a blank expression.

"You know what you should do?" Unicron started.

"Hm?" I asked as the others got back to talking within themselves, war stuff.

"Follow a cyber pigeons example. Fly over their helms and empty your tanks." He said.

"Well that's random and disgusting." I told him and Wheeljack looked over a little confused.

"Ignore him." Ratchet told him and he turned back. They were talking about the Iacon database.

"Oh those things." Unicron said. "You'd be able to wield the Star Sabre, with Primus' energon in you." Unicron informed me.

"I thought only a Prime could-" The got Optimus' attention for a second.

"Well you're an exception." Unicron hummed.

"I'm going to ask Carrier that." I told him and Bee heard, it kind of reminded him.

He tapped Ratchet on the shoulder, "He wants to visit his Carrier today." He told him.

Ratchet raised a ridge and loaded an answer. "If you behave." He said lowly, I nodded.

"You have reason not to behave." Unicron said.

Then I felt the presence of Megatron, I closed my optics quickly.

This was getting old, didn't he have anything else to do? He left and then I realized that he'd actually be able to hear what I'm hearing. That's not good.

I looked over to the others, Optimus was talking. "I will be decoding the database, should I make out coordinates, we must be ready."

Dramatic much. Unicron thought that same, "That's a lot of pressure."

"They might die." I told him, Wheeljack seemed surprised at how grim I was.

"Positive attitude!" Bee told me.

Maybe I could play hide and seek with him, he seems like the nicest bot here. Then everyone dispersed, moving on to different things.

I might as well try and help them, I want to see Carrier. I picked one of them, Wheeljack. He was busy with grenades and that seemed like the most interesting thing. I skipped over to him, alarming a few with such positive movements.

"Need help?" I asked him, he looked up.

"Sure." He said, "I've gotta move all these." He told me and moved a few in a crate.

"What are you doing?" Unicron asked.

"Helping." I told him.

"Huh?" Wheeljack asked.

"Was talking to Sire." I told him.

"Seems like a nice guy." He said, handed me a crate and began to walk off with me following behind.

"Hey Ratchet!" I called out to get his attention. He looked over with a frown. "Look at me, I'm behaving myself!" I yelled at him to make a point.

He rolled his optics.

"Ah, there's the motive." Unicron commented.

A/N: If you found the content offensive, please note that it was for the plot and not to purposefully cause distress. Thank you for reading.