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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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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.]

[Wheeljack takes it, spinning it in his hands a moment as he thinks over what to say. How do you even...phrase this.]

It's old news. Some just got over it better than others.

[He wishes he was one of them.]

Now seems like a good time to get over it. Do you have any idea how lucky you are that he got involved in this scrap with you?

I wouldn't waste it.

[Seriously, what are the odds? It could have easily been any other team member stuck here.]

Wouldn't call gettin' stuck here luck.

[Those words are quiet, but heaves a sigh.]

Just hate it when a Wrecker gives everythin' up. Doesn't even remember who or what he is. What he was.

It gets me.

You know that isn't what I meant. And I know you know that isn't true, either. Bulk loves the Wreckers, always has.

He also knew when to move on.

[She gives a sad sigh, looking away slightly.]

Wish I would've learned that sooner. That is why I'm trying to help you now, why I want to work together. ...I shouldn't have treated you the way I did when you first got here. You may not be Team Prime, but you are an Autobot. That's good enough for me.

[There's another pause, this isn't exactly easy for her to say.]

I'm...sorry.

[His head dips down, shying away for a split second, taking the time to let it sink in. He knew it wasn't true...that Bulkhead was still just as much of a Wrecker as he was. It was just hard to see them scattered. He wanted to leave before that happened. Or happened again.

His eyes dart back up when she speaks again, though, at the mention of the working together.]

Bulk told me what happened. You know...confirmed it. Not my best moment, I guess, and I don't even know what I did. Can't promise much, Arcee--you know how I am--but we're still on the same team. That isn't ever changin'.

[At the apology, he holds out his hand, giving a slight smirk.]

Accepted it a long time ago. And... I'll talk to him.

[Of course she's going to take his hand. She's surprised he's even offering it.

She's also surprised he brought up the Miko thing... and apologized for it. It's strange, she's actually kind of proud of him. This whole conversation showed Wheeljack in a new light.

Now if only they can get past beer cereal.]

Do it while you still have the chance. Trust me. You won't regret it.

[It's been eating at him for awhile, and figured might as well get all the feelings out in one go. His hand wraps around hers, giving a firm shake and a little smile.

Sorry Arcee, beer cereal's gonna take a little more effort to get rid of.]

I guess so. I'm takin' your word on that.

[Don't say it like that, Wheeljack. You make it almost sound like a challenge.]

How about this? If you talk to Bulk and still don't feel better afterwards, I'll...eat beer cereal.

[Arcee's really banking on their friendship being strong enough. There's no way she's touching that stuff.]

[Hey, it might be.

That smile cracks wider as she says that, his eyes practically GLOWING...more than they already do.]

You're serious.

Wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. But that also means you have to talk things through with Bulk. If you purposely try to hold a grudge against your teammate just to make me eat something, well...that says a lot about you.

[She smirks back at him. Really, there's no way she can lose.]

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