Warriors (Wheeljack X Oc)

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                           "I-I destroyed..... a wrecker for my ship. I killed him with his own katana. I was a lot younger when it happened though." I say. His reaction wasn't what I thought it would be. He calmly said "You were threatened weren't you?" I reply "I didn't know what was happening and I just took his katana from the ground and flipped around when I heard him running at me,and I accidentally cut his helm off. I-I didn't mean it. I swear!!! I never meant to hurt Roadbuster!!!" He rubbed my back and kissed me softly. I immediatly relax into him and he goes a bit farther with this. He picks me up, walks over to the medical tables, sets me down, wraps my pedes around his waist and kisses me again. 

                           "Why haven't you tried to destroy me yet?" I whine as we seperate. He responds "You've been blown up, buried, cut, shot, shocked to death almost, buried by metal debris, grounded because of a wing injury. Yes I know about that, shot with the resonance blaster, and then harrassed. You've been through too much and it all started when we met. I'm the cause of your pain only because you reject me. I don't want to be a threat to you to add to your injuries that happened in the past month." He kisses me again and I fall back against the table, he comes with, leaning over me. I was now on my backplate, wheeljack ontop of me. I held onto him as tight as I could. How could this emotion be happening and I'm not affected? I'm crying.... I'm in pain.... and.... I-I'm scared. 

                     I felt myself giving out. My arms slipped off of Jackie and fell to the side's of my head. Jackie's servos trailed in opposite directions. One came down to my hip plating, and the other met mine. He broke the kiss and kissed my helm lightly. Wheeljack then lifted me into his arms and laid back in the reclined chair. He set me ontop of him and brought me up till I was sitting on his frame. 

                      I looked down at his optics and it made me do something I would never normally do. I clicked a button on the rim of my cockpit and my parts started to shift. My shoulders flipped the panels to my wing plating and my lower chest-plate sections lifted up and under my armor. My lower panels tightened and flattened out. I looked back to Wheeljack and he stared at my frame. "You look a lot different now...." He says, blushing. I nod "It's something I have if I am ever uncomfortable in my armor, if I'm stuck somewhere, or even if I---" I stop, grabbing my throat. Wheeljack sees what happens and brings his free servo to my neck cables, rubbing softly.

                     I lay down and he pushes his helm into my neck cables. Soon enough, we both fell asleep. It felt good to sleep again. On my own will as well. The last time, It was by pain and force. I passed out but I didn't fall sleep. This felt great....