[Veemon's holding the digivice this time, sort of semi-hidden from Starscream's view.  The former robot is lounging on Shephard's couch, idly sipping on another one of her protein drinks.]

So... tell me again why we didn't help out during the attack?

[Starscream makes an irritated 'tch' sound and waves a well manicured hand at him.]


Because I don't care.  I'm not going to help anyone until I get my real body back.

But...that might never happen!

[His lip curls and he grips the arm of the couch, eyes flashing.]  Shut up!  What do you know?  I refuse to be left like this!  [He gestures at his body and Veemon sighs, glad at least that he's gotten used to putting on clothing.]

 ....Okay. Sorry.  But...you know.  We missed out on getting some neat stuff.  Some people got special things called 'crests' and a bunch of digimon even changed into bigger forms!

[That gives Starscream pause.  His eyebrow twitches and he stares out the window.]

Helping out gets you powers?

Uh huh.

[The lanky human seems to consider that, taking a sip from his drink and resting his chin in one hand.]

Maybe we will help next time then.

Great!  I can't wait!  [Seems like its easier to convince his partner to do anything as long as a reward of some type is mentioned.  Jeeze.  Starscream is kinda greedy...]

 [Oh hey, look, it's Wheeljack. And for once, he's not eating. Actually, he's sitting in his apartment, on the couch near the coffee table, working on...something.  From the looks of it, it's an empty plastic bottle, some scraps of wire, batteries, and other knick knacks. In his teeth is a knife, probably taken from the kitchen, occasionally removing it as he needs it.  What's even more strange is You can't be anywhere to be seen.  Her usual spot of on his shoulder seems to be empty today.

He slowly starts piecing this mess together carefully, when a small whine is heard from under the couch.]

Do you HAVE to do this?

[With a roll of his eyes, he looks down at the ground, where You was obviously hiding underneath.]

I ain't sittin' around next time while you take all the heat. I want in on the action.

But a GRENADE? You know only I can hurt them!

[He pauses a minute, to look over his work again, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He doesn't exactly pay You his full attention, but he doesn't ignore her either.]

It's a flash grenade. Doesn't do damage, but distracts. Figured you could use it. And next time, we'll be ready when anything attacks us.

You're going to hurt yourself.

You, I've done this for centuries. I know what I'm doin-

[And just then, the grenade seems to almost -spark-. Wheeljack, please don't blow the place up. Your roommates need to live SOMEWHERE.]