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[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.]

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Hey, flash grenade. That's a great idea.

[That spark makes him a little worried though.]

You sure yer doin' it right?

Edited 2013-07-07 23:34 (UTC)

Been makin' these for centuries, still gotta assure people I know what I'm doin'.

Hey Bulk. You know me, I got this under control. Just a few crossed wires is all.

[You, however, is not convinced.]

He's going to blow us up, isn't' he.

Yeah I know, but you were makin' them as a bot before.

[Being human could make it different...right?]

Nah, Jackie's pretty careful

How different can it be? From what you said, these humans are pretty resourceful. Just playin' by their example.

[It definitely does when your organs are all squishy.]

He has an addiction to trouble.

Yeah, but from what I saw on earth, most humans don't handle explosives blowin' on them very well. Bad injuries or worse.

[Man, we just became bros again, you're not allowed to die, he'll kill you if you die...somehow.]

Nah, he's a Wrecker. [He chuckles.]But doin' it in the apartment might not be the best place.

[DOUBLE DEATH. The worst kind of death there is.]

Blegh, don't remind me of what I am now.

[There's a soft smirk though, as he looks back at his work.]

Well, only if you're clumsy.

[KEEP THAT IN MIND THEN.]

...maybe I oughtta come down and make sure yer not that clumsy.

[Says the former 'bot who's known for breaking things. But it was sparking!]

C'mon Bulk, you can trust me with this.

Not my first time crossin' some wires. Wouldn't mind company though. You's pretty skittish around this stuff.

[Oh for the love of--]

Really? The moment I leave is the moment you decide now's a good time to put everyone in danger.

Why can't I shake the feeling that you planned this?

[Does she have to run over there? She's going to run over there.]

[This is what happens when you leave him alone.]

Hey, It's not like this can level a building, 'Cee. And most would call that courtesy.

And that? Purely coincidental.

[No it's okay he's got thi-]

Arcee!! If he gets blown up can I stay at your place?

Even if he doesn't blow up, you can stay at my place.

[She feels for ya, You.]

Oh-la-la~

What are you even planning to do with those things?

[At that, a small purple head pops out, absolutely happy about that decision.]

Oh THANK YOU.

Tired of standin' on the sidelines. If I can't hurt them, figure I may as well give You an advantage.

[Should she make a 'you' 'You' joke? No, she's better than that...]

Wheeljack, you're a lot...squishier now. That thing goes off and you're a smudge mark on the wall. Just watch the sparking, Sparky.

[You're better than most, Arcee. They'd probably jump right on that.]

Bleh, don't remind me.

[He misses his metal body like you can't--well you probably can--believe.]

...I'll be careful. I've lived this long, so I've got a good streak goin'.

[Oh.

Why would you say that? At least like that. That is, like, the worst thing you can say.

The feed cuts. Look what you did.]

[Wheeljack hears the feed cut, looking over with...an eyebrow perk.]

...I say somethin'?

Oh no, you made her REALLY mad, Wheeljack. Now she won't ever invite us over! Go apologize RIGHT NOW!

[There isn't any word from Arcee for awhile. ...Mostly because she has to run from a completely different building now. So forgive her if it takes some time before she's finally pounding on Wheeljack's apartment door.

Although, the angry knocking--if knocking can even be angry--is countered by Sprocket's babyish voice.]

Knock knock!

[The silence was almost eerie, and he felt almost awkward continuing on the grenade. Although he did so more carefully now. It wasn't until he heard the knocking that he almost drops the knife, looking at You.

And then she hears Sprocket's voice.]

We're coming!

[As if on cue, she nudges him towards the door. To which he opens.]

Arcee?

[Arcee doesn't have much to say. Just one thing as she holds out her hand.]

Give me the grenade.

[It was surprising, how forceful she could be when she wanted. But Wheeljack's pretty stubborn too, so it's time to test out who wins this round. There's a brief stare off going on right now.]

...

Wheeljack!! Give it to her. Right now.

[She can do this all day, Wheeljack. Better listen to your Digimon.]

[Yeah well so can he. That stare goes on for an awkward couple of minutes, eyes narrowing slightly.

...But Arcee isn't caving. Most really would have by now. Even Ratchet would have just told him to not make a mess if he exploded.]

...

Fine.

[Leaving the door momentarily, he heads over to the coffee table, picking it up.]

[There's a small sigh of relief when Wheeljack finally says that, an almost tired look on her face as she watches him go grab the grenade. Yes, tired. It may have been just a few minutes, but that was more emotionally draining than he'll ever know.]

Thank you.

[As he's retrieving it, he snatches up the knife too, placing the blade under the wires and severing them. Now at least, if he gave it to her, it wouldn't blow in her face. It was as good as dead.]

Here.

[He places it in her hand, looking a bit out of sorts from it, but not overly angry.]

Arcee, you're the best. Really.

[Arcee gives a small smile at You as she takes the grenade from Wheeljack, looking back up at him with a stern look. Not actually angry, however. Just...stern.]

Look, I got nothing against grenades, but I don't think the apartment is a good place to play with them. Come on, we'll go find an open place in the city and you can continue doing your thing.

[She really hopes he didn't break it...]

But I have to be there. The whole time. Until I know it's finished and stable.

[And in turn, You gives a smile back. It's like a huge relief was lifted from her tiny shoulders. The last thing she wanted was the apartment to catch on fire.

Wheeljack on the other hand, just tried to avoid that stern gaze. He's gotten it way too many times in his life. Best to not even address it.]

...

[But then his head turns, a surprised look on his face. You'd think you just smacked him or something. Arcee...didn't mind the grenade? Granted, he could have picked a better place to toy with them, but still. Slight indifference was better than a scolding.

And thankfully, not broken, just inactive. He'd need to replace the wires, but it was much safer than carrying a bomb all the way out into the city.]

...Wait, really?

Edited 2013-07-08 01:39 (UTC)

[Same, You. Same.

Arcee's turn to be surprised now. What? Did she look like some kind of liar? She got the Crest of Sincerity, come on.]

Yes. Really.

[Oh. Look at that. Is that a smile on his face?

IT IS.]

Well, what are we waiting for.

[He turns his head to look at You, tilting his head out the door.]

Field Trip.

[And with that, Arcee and Sprocket begin to head out. However, there's something she needs to make clear.]

Don't think this means I'm not angry anymore.

Edited 2013-07-10 23:36 (UTC)

[To that, he holds his hands up in defense.]

Hey, I didn't even do anythin'. You got the evidence to prove it.

[And at THAT, she stops and turns around, looking him straight in the eyes.]

It's not what you did, it's what you said.

[As angry as she is, though, she can't seem to keep eye contact, breaking it with a sigh as she looks off to the side.]

There's no such thing as a good luck streak. You're not invincible just because you haven't blown up yet.

[It was surprising how fast those eyes diverted themselves. He was never good at eye contact when he wasn't in control of the situation.]

Yeah. Painfully aware of how fragile the line between life and death is.

...

Confidence goes a long way. Too long, sometimes, yannow?

The last bot I knew who talked like that died on me, Wheeljack. I just don't want the same to happen to you. Especially not by...this.

[She holds up the grenade weakly.]

Now let's go. I wasted enough time.

[Okay, going for real now. She doesn't say a single word the whole way to the door.]

[Oh. That's enough to silence the Wrecker. At least...for the moment. He'd remembered a memorial on top of the base. For...someone, but he didn't know if or who that was for. Never stuck around long enough to find out.

For some reason, he thinks the two are pretty connected.]

Hey.

[His voice is quieter as they walk, thinking it over while adjusting his coat idly. Just...something to keep the eye contact at minimum.]

Okay. I'm sorry about...this. Just not used to being, you know...having others worry about me. My own fault on that, I know.

I don't think the fire extinguisher is made to handle explosions.

[Does Sam need to evacuate the building? He has to live here too you know.]

We're gonna find out.

[Look at that smirk.]

Relax, kid. I doubt this'll do anythin' more than a flash and a loud noise.

Just don't get the curtains on fire or anything in some freak flash fry or something. We don't have renters insurance to cover the cost.

Got it. No fires in an enclosed space. That about the gist of it?

Nope, you seem to know what you're doing and now you got the friendly reminder in case you do set something on fire as I can say I warned you not to do so.

[Sam how weird has your life gotten that someone making a bomb in the apartments doesn't even phase you.]

Knew there was a reason I liked ya, kid. I'll keep your friendly reminder in mind--maybe move outdoors since all the guys in this building probably like sleepin' well at night. Knowin' their room won't catch fire.

[He doesn't know either, but he sure as hell won't complain.]

[Just cause he's hurt don't mean he can't give input.]

Would be better with grenade traps. Tie a string in front of the entrance, blind them.

[Most people would tell you to go back to bed, LH, but Wheeljack's actually glad to see you still kickin' around.]

Hey kid. Glad to see you still conscious.

Traps, huh? Wouldn't necessarily wanna booby trap my own apartment. At least not like you did.

[Oh that, he still feels bad about that.]

But outside you might.

...Not a bad idea, kid. Like...booby traps durin' an attack, right?

[Flashbangs huh? This could be popcorn worthy.]

Yeah have fun kids. Try not to wake the neighbors.

[Oh it is, Grif. His past incarnations were known for that.]

Not my fault they can't sleep through it.

To be fair, most normal people don't have a mute button. [Well okay he does but not everyone else.] All I'm saying is boom goes off, people panic, and I'm expected to do stuff. It really cuts into my napping time.

Heh, guess bein' active ain't in your agenda today, is it?

How's trainin' goin?

[He says as he puts a knife handle in his teeth, inspecting that grenade.]

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