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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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[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?

[Arcee holds her hand up at You. Although she understands she wants to be involved, this conversation probably isn't the best for her. Nothing against Wheeljack's partner, but Arcee knows war!hurt when she hears it.]

Bullmon, go take You to the park and get started without us. We'll meet up with you later.

[Bullmon, who has been very annoyed and BORED ever since they stopped to chat, perks his head up in surprise. Do the thing? By himself?]

I, uh, guess I could do that! [He glances over at You.] Let's get going. Last one there has to do one thousand pushups! ...Unless... Unless I'm the last one there.

You know what? Forget the pushups!

[You was about to protest, but seeing Wheeljack's face the way it is...maybe she wasn't really meant to hear this. When Bullmon perks up, she gets on her feet and swishes her tail, smirking at the larger Digimon.]

Sounds good to me, John Stamalam.

[With a spring in her step, she bolts down the sidewalk, down towards the park. Wheeljack on the other hand, watched, slightly envious. Feelings weren't his thing. Burying them down...that was.]

...So. There ya have it.

[Bullmon takes after her, not about to be shown up by a rookie-level 'mon.

Once they're gone, Arcee glances around. Where's a good place to stop and talk about this... Oh! The ice cream shoppe's always good. Not like she's a stranger there or anything.]

Hold that thought. [She motions her head towards the shoppe.] Follow me.

[If they're going to get feely, they might as well do it with a snack.]

[Wheeljack's eyes glance in the direction of the shop. If there's one way to get him to do something, food always works.]

Lead the way.

[Nevertheless, he starts walking. Food or not, though, talking about this wasn't going to get any easier.]

[And lead the way she does. There's no hesitation or waiting around, she walks in right away and is already ordering before Wheeljack gets a say in the situation.

Sit down, she's got this under control.]

[He walks in--all too familiar with his own workplace, watching as she heads up to get ice cream annnnd ordering for him.

..

That's okay. He'd probably eat whatever she got him anyway. Don't mind if he does.]

[Once she's all ordered, she hands Wheeljack a cone. Here you go, pal, comfort food.

Her smile fades when she sits down. It's serious time again.]

Why don't you just talk to Bulkhead about it?

[She assumes it's Bulkhead. I mean, it's not like it can be anyone else on the team.]

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