One Human, One Spark 27Wheeljack sat parked patiently outside of the school building next to Arcee. His hologram sat in the driver’s seat while “Sadie” had been dismissed a while ago. Currently, Arcee was nitpicking at his disguise . . . again.More Like This
“Wheeljack,” she said lowly, “I can’t be talking to you! What if someone hears? And you! If they see you talking to thin air, they’ll think you’re crazy!”
Wheeljack arched a brow at her. “That so? Well, here,” and he added a tiny mechanism to his ear and pointed to it. “See? Bluetooth. Now people won’t think I’m crazy.”
When she failed to respond, Wheeljack turned his head and frowned. “What?” Still, there was no answer. “Oh, I see what this is,” he said smartly—or dumbly. “It’s the silent treatment. What I can’t figure out is if it’s because I was being a cheeky bastard or if you’re just scared to talk to me.
One Human, One Spark 26“Wheeljack?”More Like This
“I’m going to kill you now.”
“Have at it. I’m dying happy.”
“Again? I’d happily—”
A crack of metal against metal.
“Don’t even get any ideas you fragger.”
Wheeljack chuckled and traced his fingers up her back. “I don’t need ideas,” he murmured. He turned his head, tracing her forehead with his lips. “I’ve already done it.”
“You need to watch your language young lady.”
Another crack of metal against metal. “Shut up.”
Wheeljack muffled another rumbling laugh and instead complied with her order, quite content at the moment to simply hold her. He expelled a sigh from his vents, one servo slung low over her waist and the other sliding up and down the contours of her back. She sprawled over his front, arms wrapped around him, helm tucked under his chin, and Wheeljack
One Human, One Spark 24“What do you mean you’re going back to Tokyo!”More Like This
Wheeljack whirled around at the offending little human, and she just rolled her eyes while she drew a picture of Bulkhead licking his paw—a cat that Ratchet was still not happy that it was staying in the base. Still, Mrs. Davis didn’t want it in the house, so this was the compromise. “Duh,” she muttered, squinting her eyes and working hard on his tail. “I wasn’t going to be spending Christmas with the Davis’s. I’ll be back home for that.”
Wheeljack’s jaw dropped. “Seri—You—Seriously? Y—No.”
He sent Arcee a helpless and bewildered glance, but the femme just shrugged. So did Bee. “But I thought—I thought you were going to be spending Christmas here! Y-You know, with us! With me!” Actually, it hadn’t once crossed his mind that she would be going back to Tokyo, and it hadn’t once crossed h
One Human, One Spark 23“Miko, just press the gas.”More Like This
“But what if I hurt you? What if I crash!”
“Babe, if you can’t get us moving, we won’t be crashing. I promise.”
“See? It’s safer if I don’t press the gas.”
“Well, screw being safe. I can’t teach you to drive if you don’t get me in motion. Babe, we’re in the middle of nowhere in the desert, you’re miles from the nearest interstate, and the land’s flat here. You’re gonna be just fine. Now PRESS THE GAS.”
Tentatively, Miko pushed the toe of her boot into Wheeljack’s gas pedal. Full of sensitive pistons, the Lancia had a touchy gas pedal, and the car lurched. Miko squealed and her foot jumped away and slammed on the brake. They jerked to a halt.
Wheeljack inwardly rolled his optics. “Good job. Now this time, keep going.”
“But where do I go?”
“Anywhere,” he said, this taxing his patience worse than tryin
One Human, One Spark 22Wheeljack sighed and sank on his pistons.More Like This
Hey, Miko . . .
Her text back was lengthy.
Dont ever send a text with just hey miko thats so stupid dont ever do that what do you want?
Slightly affronted, Wheeljack grumbled and twitched his rearview mirrors to her house. He absolutely glared at the closed door.
Thanks for the 411. You all right?
Fine ribs are fully healed in a week! Finally
WHEELJACK. IM FINE.
Youve been checking for days
Only 137 hours! Thats not that many days!
Fffft might as well be what is that a week?
How long then?
Five days and 17 hours what does it matter?
Thats all week
Im just a little worried
A LITTLE? You act like I really got rabies!
Its just that stupid cat
Hes not stupid
Hes gonna get hair all over my interior
Quit being such a baby
You sure he can be moved that far?
He’ll be fine hes tough besides ill carry him
The doc isnt gonna like it
Does it look like I care? Ratch can stow it
Guess so. Ready when you are