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003 | [Video] Backdated to before Mario Kart

[Gear up kids, it's time for training!

Or rather, what Wheeljack defines as training. The feed opens up to show the apartment he's living in, and while everything seems peaceful and tranquil at first, until a lavender blur dashes past. It looks like Wheeljack's Gazimon, dashing around with a little feather duster. She's...cleaning? Interesting choice of hobby.

But the video seems to pan out slightly, probably from the duster, showing Wheeljack leaning against the kitchen counter, a bowl of cereal in his hand. And a can of beer in the other.

Nice combination.]

Wheeljack, this isn't training!

Sure it is. Heard about it once.

Wax on, wax off.

[He even did the little hand motion.

You rolled her eyes, deciding that some 'training' was better than none, and continued. Wheeljack, on the other hand, had taken a glance at his cereal (which was dry, what a smartie), and his beer can. Slowly, the beer-hand lifted up as he poured it into the bowl, substituting the milk.

Convenience.]

Just like that.

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[You was the first one to see Arcee on the feed, scampering over to look at it.]

Apparently. He says once I pass this I'll get to 'real training'.

[You can tell how much she believes in that.]

You're the one who didn't want to do breakfast. So you get this.

Hey, 'Cee.

[Real training? You don't dangle real training above someone's head like that! She deserves real training now!

Arcee's face doesn't get any happier, but she tries to keep her tone calm and relaxed. Ignoring Wheeljack helps.]

What room are you in? I'm coming over. Now.

[Look at You, how bright her face gets. SOMEONE WITH COMMON SENSE COMING OVER. She can hardly contain her excitement, practically bouncing.]

Floor 2, Room 6!

[Wheeljack seems unphased by this, perking an eyebrow.]

Door's open.

[That's good, he shouldn't be phased since none of this has to do with him anymore.

Arcee cuts the feed and storms over to his apartment room. In a matter of minutes, she's barging through the door, packed to go and dressed for training. Tapirmon stands with her, carrying an oversized backpack on his, well, back.

She gestures her head towards You.]

You. With me. Let's go.

[Wheeljack isn't invited. Enjoy your beer cereal.]

[You immediately scampers over to her, hands on her hips and ready for action. Wheeljack, however, stops chewing for a second, letting himself swallow before putting the bowl down.]

You can't just steal You.

[Not without him coming along.]

I'm not stealing her, I'm giving her what she needs. We'll be back later, enjoy breakfast.

[What kind of breakfast is that, anyway?]

[Oh you did not just italicize at him, lady. He's seeing that as a challenge now. If she's prepped for running, he'll be too, taking off his jacket and walking over.]

Not without me.

[She places a hand on her hip, staring him straight in the eyes. She's not about to say no, after all she originally wanted them to train together.

It's just...he's been drinking...]

If you slow us down even a little...

[His head tilts slightly to the side, smirking. He's got something to prove now.]

Don't worry, I can keep up.

[Hopefully that beer doesn't go to your head.]

[She gives him one more look before turning to You, her attitude changing completely. With a smile, she digs into Tapirmon's backpack and pulls out a water bottle. It's nothing fancy, but there is a quick outline of the Autobot insignia drawn on it.

She tosses it over to the digimon.]

Congratulations, you're now part of the team. Ready for your workout?

[You have no idea how much she wanted to do this.]

[You leaps up, snatching it midair with the biggest smile on her face. You'd think Christmas came early, with how stoked she was. Finally, some REAL training. And she had Arcee to thank for getting Wheeljack to agree to it.]

You BET I'm ready! C'mon Buck Goodman, you better be ready to run!

[Wheeljack seems ready to go too, rolling his shoulders.]

Then let's get started, rookies.

That's not my name anymore. I am now...John Stamos!

Yeah, no you're not.

[Arcee grabs another bottle and shoves it into Wheeljack's hands. When everyone has their water, she starts heading out.]

You has the right idea, though. As soon as we're outside, we're jogging to the park. Plenty of room there. Once we make it, I'll go over the game plan.

[You just blinked, silently debating which one seemed like the better option.

Wheeljack takes the water bottle though, opening the door and checking to make sure there's nothing his roomies'll get mad at him for...at least not this morning.]

You'll have to lead the way. Don't think I've been to the park just yet.

I was gonna lead the way regardless.

[She's just going to sashay her way past him, out the door and down the hall. Tapirmon follows suit, that large backpack swaying back and forth as he toddles along.]

Let's move it. I need to make up for the time wasted on fetching you.

[Wheeljack and You aren't too far behind, the Wrecker giving a little jog to catch up to Arcee while You follows on all fours. Normally standing on two legs was You's deal, but running was easier with four legs.]

Technically, we woulda had to meet up anyway.

You're really well prepared, Arcee! I'm jealous of John Stammo over here.

You don't have to humor him, You. Just call him Tapirmon.

It's okay to be jealous, I have the best partner.

[He says that like it's fact.

Once outside, Arcee doesn't wait around. It's like You said, she's well prepared. That means she's got a schedule to keep to and no time to waste. She takes off in an instant towards the park.

Tapirmon doesn't take off right away, but rather takes the time to Digivolve into Bullmon before Arcee gets too far away. In a flash of bright light, he becomes his Champion form and runs off after his partner as soon as it's over. That large backpack no longer seems so large against him now, in fact it looks like a perfect fit.]

[When Arcee takes off, and Bullmon speeding behind her, Wheeljack takes a glance down at You. And when she scampers off after them, he breaks into a run, getting in line just behind her.

He's surprisingly alert, considering the beer intake, but it'll only be a matter of time...]

So, were you a soldier too, Arcee?

[You's practically idolizing her right now. Now THIS was training.]

Yup.

[Arcee tries to keep her pace even as she talks to You. Although she doesn't actually look directly at the digimon, rather keeps her eyes in front of her.]

Fought under Optimus Prime. [Not that she'd know who that is, oops.] That bottle I gave you? That symbol? That's the Autobot insignia. He's our leader.

[She finally looks down at her, smiling and lifting her eyebrows.]

Kind of a big deal.

[You listens intently, her eyes widening with each word. So the Autobots were some elite force..and she was training with them. Oh man, don't mind if she fangirls.]

That's amazing!! Was Wheeljack part of that too?

Yes and no.

[He jogs on the other side of You, looking ahead as well, as if to memorize the way there.]

Same army, different team.

[If team meant alone.]

[That gets an unamused look out of Arcee. Although she could understand Wheeljack's lone wolf act, she'd really wish he'd get over it.]

Not that it has to be that way. He can join us whenever he feels like it.

[If she had to take a guess...]

But that won't happen until he's done running away from whatever.

[Don't worry, you're not alone in that look, Arcee. You's matches as she turns to Wheeljack, as if he's out of his mind.]

You're not going to work together? Even when they invite you?

[Wheeljack dodges the issue, shaking his head before replying.]

Don't act like you know my situation.

I'm not acting.

[She's getting pretty serious now, jogging up ahead of Wheeljack and stopping a bit, blocking his path. Training can stop for this.]

So why are you? You're working with me now, aren't you?

[He watched her speed ahead, only to turn around in his path. His running slows, stopping just a foot or so from her. He can't seem to match her gaze when confronted, finding the sidewalk far more interesting.]

You asked.

[You turns to sit at Arcee's heel, looking up at him.]

I think you LIKE working in teams, dummy.

[Arcee agrees with You. A lot.]

We asked you to join us, too. What's pushing you away?

[Because it obviously isn't her if he's so willing to work with her. It's gotta be someone else.]

...

[Those hands burrow their way into his pockets, looking for any way out of this conversation, via running ahead. But...well, Arcee and you (and probably Bullmon taking up some space) prevented that.]

Just proud of who..and what I am. Unlike some people.

[There's a lot of pain behind those words, like it's the first time they've ever been uttered.]

...What's he talking about?

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