Everybody loves Optimus Prime

Optimus Prime

"Wheeljack no!"

Optimus' shout came too late. Wheeljack had already chucked the hand-made grenade at the Eradicons. Sure, the grenade took down a lot of the Decepticons and Wheeljack mostly knew what he was doing. Only problem was... he didn't have one of his brightest moments and they were in a cave.

Wheeljack was after all a wrecker. There was nothing Optimus Prime could've done about that. So, when the ceiling of the cave came tumbling down, he forgave Wheeljack. He could also forgive him for the fact that they had to drive for their lives, then transform to reach the end and outside world.

Optimus was a forgiving mech. Even when his leg got caught in the falling stones and was damaged so he couldn't quite walk with it, he still did not blame the wrecker. He blamed himself. He blamed himself for not telling Wheeljack sooner not to use his bombs, for taking him with on this mission that happened to be in a cave.

Wheeljack had freed his leg, while he mused. "Ratchet's on standby," Wheeljack said," Groundbridge is on its way." No sooner had he said that, when a green vortex appeared. "I'm sorry," Wheeljack said," Should not have done that."

He helped Optimus up and supported his injured leg. "Indeed, you shouldn't have," Optimus grunted," but it's okay. We all make mistakes." They slowly stopped through the groundbridge. "You seem not to," Wheeljack said softly.

Optimus looked confused at him. "Come, quickly," Ratchet said once he closed the groundbridge. They followed the medic to the medbay. Optimus laid down on one of the few medical berths. Ratchet set to work quickly on the sparking wires and broken energon lines in the Prime's leg.

Wheeljack looked uncomfortable, but stayed in case he was needed. "Hmm, I think I need the other wrench," Ratchet mumbled to himself. He stood up, announced that he'd be right back and went to his office.

"You know you don't have to stay," Optimus said after a while of silence," I'm fine." Wheeljack rubbed the back of his helm awkwardly. "But what if you need me?" he asked. "Then I'll comm. you," Optimus said matter-of-factly. Wheeljack looked unsure, but nodded and turned to leave.

Before he could, he felt Optimus' servo stop him. "Wheeljack," he said, turning him around," I too make mistakes." Wheeljack looked up at his leader. "We all do." The wrecker nodded. Then leaned over the Prime.

Softly and carefully, something Wheeljack hardly ever was, did he push his lipplates against Optimus'. The Prime's optics widened in surprise, but he let it happen. Wheeljack pulled back slowly. He released his strong hold on Optimus' arm. "I'm still sorry though," he said.

Optimus was almost to shocked to tell him it was alright. Wheeljack smiled and pecked him quickly on the lipplates before he left. Optimus was still stunned when Ratchet returned. "Where's Wheeljack?" the medic asked, breaking through Optimus' train of thoughts. "H-he left, I said I'd comm. him if I need him," Optimus mumbled. Ratchet shrugged and went back to work on Optimus' leg.

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"It's such a shame, those wounds on such a beautiful frame," Ratchet sighed. Optimus stared at him. Did he say what he thought he heard him say? Ratchet stared back, as if not believing he said such a thing.

"Uhh, I-I mean ...you should maintain such lovely armor," Ratchet stuttered. Optimus kept staring. Ratchet got a slight blush on his faceplates. "I-I mean, such a nice frame should be well taken care of, ah!" Ratchet started to ramble as his blush grew bigger," Y-you should try not to damage such hot and desirable plating."

Optimus still stared. That probably wasn't helping the poor medic. "On a attractive mech like you," Ratchet rambled on. You could see he physically stop himself from going on. He groaned and put his servos over his faceplates in embarrassment.