"You hired a guard to watch over me!?" Arcee exclaimed with frustration after her sire told her about Wheeljack. "I'm not a sparkling I don't need a bot to watch over me!"

"I know you're not a sparkling but you could very well be in danger because of my position, so I hired a bot to guard you and keep you safe while I'm out of town for a couple of days."

"Teach me how to fight so I can take care of myself!"

"No, you're not getting into that. Your mom was into fighting and now she's gone."

"Just because she died doesn't mean I'll get killed, I'm at a higher chance of being killed by not knowing how to fight or defend myself!"

"Arcee drop it! You're not learning to fight, you will be guarded and the mech will be here in the morning!" Halogen made himself clear before heading to his room.

The next morning soon came and Wheeljack arrived at the house, he was instantly greeted by the mech who hired him. "Wheeljack, I'm glad you're on time."

"Always am."

"Just to give you a bit of a heads up, my daughter is not too pleased with me hiring a mech to look after her so expect some fight and resistance."

"Alright," Wheeljack said feeling a bit confused. I can't wait to meet this daughter. Bet she's a spoiled brat. Wheeljack thought to himself as he followed Halogen through the house, the mech was giving him a tour, stopping in his office.

"Be a dear and get Arcee," Halogen tells one of the housemaidens.

"Yes, sir," the maiden said before leaving to get Arcee.

"You are free to go anywhere in this house while you're here, Wheeljack, except for Arcee's room. Get her permission before going in there, or you might get a good knock to your helm," the mech said while rubbing the side of his helm.

"Duly noted, sir." This Arcee sounds like a tough one, she sounds interesting already.

"Ahh here's my daughter. Wheeljack, meet my daughter, Arcee," Halogen said as he walked over to his daughter.

Wheeljack looked and saw a slender blue femme standing before him, with nice facial features and the most beautiful optics he had ever seen. Blue with purple highlights around the center. The femme was so beautiful, the most beautiful he has ever laid his optics on. He had to fight to keep his jaw from dropping to the floor.

"Arcee, this is Wheeljack, the mech I told you about." Arcee walked up to Wheeljack and extended her servo. Still staring in disbelief at how beautiful she is he takes her servo to shake it.  

"Nice to meet you, Wheeljack," Arcee says with a smile.

"Nice to meet you too," Wheeljack says as he comes out of his trance.

"Alright, now that you two have met I'll be off. Oh, and Wheeljack," Wheeljack looked at the older mech. "I got to thinking, maybe if things go well these couple of days, and if Arcee wants you to, then you can stay on permanently."

"Thank you, sir. I'll do my best."

With that, the older mech left.

Once Halogen was out, Arcee looked at Wheeljack, her smile completely gone. "Alright listen, I know you don't want to be here looking after me and I really don't want you here, I can take care of myself!"

Wheeljack raised an optic ridge, "Is that so?"

"Yes, that is so!"

"Then why did your sire seek to hire a mech of warrior status to protect you?"

"Because he doesn't think I can handle myself but I aim to prove to him otherwise," she said before she turned to walk out of the office.

Wheeljack followed after her, "And just how do you plan to do that?"

"None of your business. Look, we're just gonna get these two days out of the way, and then we both can get back to our lives."

"You don't really like me, do you?"

"I don't like being treated like a fragile femme that needs to be guarded and protected at all times!"

She has a sense of independence about her and hates being taken care of. Nothing like the other femmes I've met.

"Miss, the shipment is in," a hand servant came up and told Arcee.

"Okay, thank you."

"A shipment of what?" Wheeljack asked.

"If you must know a shipment of Energon," Arcee replied rolling her optics.

She's gonna be a tough nut to crack. They get to the area where the Energon shipment is and the servants are loading them into a wagon for Arcee to pull. "What's with all the Energon? Where are you taking it?"

"I'm sure you'll be tagging along so you'll see for yourself," she replied as she transformed and hooked up to the wagon, she then drove off and Wheeljack transformed and drove off after her.

"You're right, I will be tagging along. I have a job to do."

"Of course."

They drive on through the streets, all the while Wheeljack is running through his processor reasons why Arcee is heading out with so much Energon. They soon come to a part of Cybertron which is known as a wasteland, where all the poor and downgraded Cybertronians live who were abandoned by the High Council. "What are we doing in these parts? It's a good thing I came along."

"You'll see," she replied ignoring his remark. Some of the bots that were around walked up to them as they came to a stop. 

"Arcee, so nice to see you again," one of the older ones said.

Arcee transformed, "Nice to see you again too, Roughshot. As promised another lot of Energon," she said with a warm smile. Wheeljack transformed looking dumbfounded at what was happening. 

A rich femme of high standards helping the low, misfortunate downgrade bots? He has never seen such a thing, all the rich bots of high standards usually look down on these kinds of bots, just ignoring them and their pleas and thinking ill of them. But Arcee is actually risking her metal to come out and help them get Energon. The two watched as the bots ran to the wagon and got as much Energon as possible.

"You surprise me, Arcee," Wheeljack spoke up.

Arcee looked over at him, "How so?"

"Your whole attitude on things, you coming out here to give these bots Energon. I've never seen a femme of high standards even give a thought to help, but you do. Your whole attitude is different from what I thought it would be."

"Thought I was gonna be snobbish and self-centered?"

"Well, yeah."

"Never judge a bot before you get to know them," Arcee told him as she retrieved the wagon.

"Thank you, Arcee," the old bot said.

"It was my pleasure," she said before she transformed, hooked up to the wagon again, and drove off. Wheeljack transformed and drove off behind her soon coming up to her side.

"You're right. So how are you gonna prove to your sire you can take care of yourself?"

"Not sure yet, but I'll think of something."

"Do you even know how to fight?"

"No. My sire refuses to teach me."

"How come?"

"Because my mom was big on fighting and my sire believes that's what caused her to get killed. In a way it's true, but still, he won't let me learn so I can defend myself."

"I'm sorry to hear about your mom. I could teach you to fight if you like."

"Will you really?"

"Sure."

"I would really like that. Thank you!"