"Oh frag..." Wheeljack moaned when he awoke. His abodomen was cramping, but nothing he couldn't stand. Not yet at least. Wheeljack tried to get up but regretted that instantly. Pain beyond deathy excrutiation was all that Wheeljack felt. His silverish face plates whent gostly pale. He was unable to scream, or pass out. The pain would not let him. Arachnid came in to check on Wheeljack, only to see him standing agaist a wall gostly pale.

"Autobot! Please sit down!" Arachnid cried as she pushed him down into a sitting position.

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"So 'con, why are helping me." asked Wheeljack a few hours later.

"Your welcome Autobot. And I have a name."

"Yeah you're that spider glich Arachnid. The one Arcee hates."

"Do you know my real name Autobot?"

"No. what is it?"

"Dustiria Serenity."

"Well Dustiria I'm Wheeljack. And I'd like to ask you somthing."

"Go ahead Wheeljack. I'm all auto."

"Why'd you... I dunno, save me."

"Don't know."

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Arachnid will from this point on be called Dustiria and / or Dusty or something close.

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