Teach Me How To Feel {Smokescreen}

Chapter 19

Star raced through the Autobot base looking for Smokescreen. "Requesting location of Designation: Smokescreen", she asked Wheeljack who was sitting with Bulkhead. "Back room", he told her. She didn't hear the last part as she sped off again. When she got there, she saw that he wasn't alone. He was with Arcee. The two were huddled close talking about something. Suddenly, something shot through Star's circuits and more memory data came back and something extraordinary happened. "I don't like this", she said perfectly. "What?" She was surprised by her change of language. "The new surge of memory data must have unlocked the data from my language change", she said pulling through the pictures. She saw images of Smokescreen and Arcee and she had this weird feeling in her chassis. It wasn't pain but it wasn't nice either. She looked up the word on the internet. "nausea?", she asked aloud. "Hmm" "You were saying something?", someone behind her said. She jumped when she felt Wheeljack lay a servo on her shoulder plate. "Oh greetings Wheeljack", she said still going through her memory log. "Hey Star...Wait, you can talk regularly again?", he asked. "Yes, seeing Arcee and Smokescreen triggered more memory data and subsequently the barrier to my language change", she informed him. "Magnificent", he said inspecting her. "Well what I came over to tell you was that..." However he was cut off by the door to the back room opening. "Hey Star, I'll be back. Arcee and I have something to take care of", Smokescreen said before transforming. Arcee had already pulled off and he followed behind her. Wheeljack could already sense the fire in Star's optics as she watched the two leave. "Hey listen. Nothing serious is going on between those two, I promise...Well I hope", he said trying to comfort her. "Well I was going to ask if you want to go with me and Bulkhead to go retrieve a Cybertronian Artifact with Optimus?", he suggested. He knew that would peak her interest. 'Anything to impress Smokescreen.' A smile formed on her faceplates as she took the bait. "Of course. Let us go", she said. "You could also say "lets go", he told her. "Isn't that what I said?", she asked. "Never mind."