Igniting the Fuse (Transformers)

Phunque

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...III...

Phunque

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Wheeljack prided himself on his many successful experiments. It was because of his genius tactics the Decepticons failed to obtain a formula for Synthetic Energon (Synergon). It was with heavy spark that Wheeljack had destroyed the formula for one of the greatest formulas ever created. Unfortunately, he couldn't allow Shockwave to get his hands upon such a powerful formula.

'Primus rest Praxus.' Wheeljack solemnly thought as his digits danced across the keyboard, '…and the great mind that created Synergon.'

"I don't get it!"

Wheeljack's blue optics brightened as he removed himself from his memories. He didn't hate working on projects that would promote Energon efficiency—it just took him somewhere he wished to abandon. Luckily, he wasn't alone in his research today. Sam Witwicky had job interviews today that Bluestreak had to run him to and Alexis didn't want to be home alone. He had no issue with watching the youngling and easily agreed.

"That's 'cause you're a kid!"

Wheeljack sighed, the bulbs at the side of his turning a pale blue. Where Alexis went, Wheelie went, much to his displeasure. The little mech was a genius in his own right, but preferred to be a hindrance. Alexis was safe from his insults—except when he wanted to annoy her. It was times like this when he was in Wheelie's presence that he wished he was at the original NEST Headquarters back West and not at the one of the many Subdivisions.

Surely you had bases stationed all over Cybertron…it's not reasonable to just have one base.

Wheeljack would've frowned if had a mouth—the bulbs flickered to silver. Will Lennox had a point that annoyed the inventor because he was right. The East Coast Autobot Operations was founded—E.CO for short. The team consisted of Bluestreak, Bumblebee, Prowl, Sunstreaker, and himself. Wheeljack mourned his assigned team because it was somewhat cationic though functional. Bumblebee was always relaxed and easygoing, but Prowl and Sunstreaker often had arguments which would warrant Bluestreak siding with Prowl.

'A fragging mess,' Wheeljack thought with a scowl.

"I get he's trying to improve Energon efficiency!" Alexis snapped. Wheeljack heard a solid clang and his bulbs shifted to yellow in confusion as he quickly turned around. His optics widened when he saw Wheelie on the table holding his head and Alexis bouncing on her feet and shaking her hand.

"Alexis." Wheeljack sighed as his bulbs danced from pink to blue, "You know you can't hit a mech—not even ah' runt."

Alexis scowled as she stared at the table and stated, "I'm not stupid!" As if to make some grand point she declared, "I am twelve!"

Twelve in human standards wasn't exactly a proper age for developing formulas or understanding a science that took mechs centuries to comprehend. He didn't know how to tell her that it was okay to be young and ignorant—she was only human. His optics looked to Wheelie and the small mech looked conflicted now. Alexis' eyes widened in realization—they did think she was stupid. Her eyes narrowed and misted, she wasn't sure if it was from anger or truly feeling let down.

"The Energon is fine!" Alexis shouted as she glared at them. "It's your systems that are fragged!"

"Is there an issue?"

The sound of the lab door hissing open had Wheeljack turning to the mech in the doorway. Calm blue optics gazed at the three of them as they scanned each bystander. His processor was running over possible scenarios and deducing the nearest one to correction based on stances and the work that was going on. Prowl sighed as the clear wings upon his back shifted. He moved into the room lithely as he let his gaze settle upon Alexis. He took in how she looked away and hid her tears, from that deducing what had happened. Even though she and Wheeljack were companions, they frequently fought because Wheeljack was thick and didn't like opinions upon his work.