At the Autobot base...

Ratchet groaned yet again. Miko and Bulkhead were doing something incredibly stupid. He didn't even want to ask how she got a giant bucket of pink and red paint in the base to paint the said bot's digits.

Miko was trying to paint the mech's digits like he had fingernails, and was doing a rather good job at it. She only had half of her art smock covered in pink paint!

Wheeljack drove back in through the groundbridge, returning from his mission.

"Hiya Sunshine!" Said Wheeljack, a cheeky smile settling on his faceplates.

A wrench came out of seemingly nowhere. He had almost dodged it. Key word: almost. The wrench had clipped the edge of his audio fins.

"Darn Sunshine, ease up on the wrenches would you?" He asked, rubbing the dented metal.

Ratchet was about to say something(probably telling him off) when the atmosphere monitors went off.

"Ratchet, what is it?" Asked Optimus, putting down the datapad he was looking at.

"It appears that there is something entering the atmosphere." The field medic paused momentarily, looking at the readings again. "And it appears that the something is a Cybertronian ship."

The com message receiver on the scanners buzzed loudly.

::Not so loud Ratchet!:: buzzed Bumblebee, who was observing Raf do his math homework. The human kid was trying explain how you use y=mx+b to find the line for a graph.

Optimus stood up and pressed the 'receive' button.

"This is Optimus Prime. State your designation and fraction," he ordered.

A snicker could be heard from the other side. "I've had warmer welcomes from Starscream and his Vehicons, Optimus. Congrats for the achievement!" Snarked the voice.

"(Y/n)?" Asked Wheeljack. Miko was painting his digits as she had did Bulkhead's.

"The one and only. Now, unless you want to have this mech switching fractions 'cause ya'lls too slow, pick up the pace and meet me at these landing coordinates."

A set of coordinates, as said, popped up.

"Understood. We will meet you there." Optimus closed the message.

"Wheeljack, can you confirm that this is (Y/n)?" Asked the Prime.

"That is 1,000% the real deal right there." Wheeljack hummed in thought. "Don't snap at him," Wheejack said to Ratchet. The CMO scoffed and packed his medical kit and wrenches.

"Autobots, transform and roll out!" Yelled Optimus, transforming and driving through the groundbridge. The rest of the Autobots transformed and followed their leader through the portal.

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You're P.O.V.

You dashed through the small room of the (s/n) (ship's name). After only a millennial of traveling the galaxies, you had found Autobots. Ones that had the final Prime too.

You braced yourself for impact as the ground came in fast.

The ship crashed into the muddy ground, sending you flying. You hissed when you saw the door on the (s/n) was jammed.

You had landed, and stayed intact, so you couldn't ask for much more.

The sound of a groundbridge opening up caught your attention. Worrying that the Decepticons had reached you first, you pulled out your swords and readied for an attack. A 'BAM!' echoed as your ship's door was blown off its hinges.

'SLAGGIT!' You thought. 'That's gonna take a while to replace!'

A figure emerged from the smoke, but you couldn't make out who it was. You shifted on you pedes.

"(Y/n)?" Called out the voice. Your processor didn't even register the voice as you attacked the being.

Your swords clashed with someone else's.

"Stand down or else!" You barked. Your opponent faltered for a moment. Taking advantage of the falter, you pushed the other Cybertronian off of you and onto the ground. The twin blades in your servos formed and 'X' over the neck cables.

"Ey!" It yelled.

"Wheeljack?" You asked, dumbfounded.

"The one and only," he said.

"Why is it that we always end like this?" You asked. "You on the ground and me as the victor?" You pulled the swords off of his neck cables and put them back.

You put your servo out. Wheeljack grabbed it and you helped him up.

"Long time no see!" You turned and saw Bulkhead.

"Bulk, you old mech! How you doin'?" You asked, slapping the olive green mech on the back struts.

"Pretty well actually. A-" you cut him off with a yelp.

"Bulkhead, what happened to your digits?" You shrieked, backing away from the ungodly color.

"Miko happened," Wheeljack stated. Looking at his, you shrieked again and backed up, nearly running the Autobot Scout over.

You shook your helm in mock disappointment.

"I thought you two were better than this!" You tapped, pointing an accusing digit at the two mechs.

Optimus stood forward, breaking up the little skit you guys had. He gave his speech(I'm too lazy to write it). I must have fallen into recharge sometime during it, because you woke up to Wheeljack poking your faceplates.

You raised your digit and bopped him between the optics.

"Ou, my recharge. You don't get to disturb it." You were about to nod off to recharge again when a wrench hit you.

"(Y/n), were you even paying attention?" Asked an orange and white mech.

"SUNSHINE!" You yelled, catching everyone's attention.

"Primus not another Wheeljack," he muttered. Wheeljack looked at you and smirked.

"Well you'll just have to get over it won't you?" You sassed, waving your servo at him. The CMO reached for something: another wrench.

The medic threw it at you. Quicker than you had been before, you snatched the wrench clean out of the air and chucked it right back at him. A sizable dent took place on his shoulder plating.

"Right back at ye Sunshine!" You yelled. Now Wheeljack remembered why he never threw his wrenches at you- you had a tendency to give back what people give you. Literally.

"Did you just throw Ratchet's wrench back at him?" Asked a femme voice.

You spun and had your sword out faster than the speed of light. It was pointed at something squishy and pale, somewhat resembling a Cybergronian femme.

"Woah, easy there (Y/n)!" Bulkhead yelled, picking the organic critter up. "It's just Miko."

You looked the 'Miko' creature. It looked a little funny.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"... I'm sensing déjà vu."

"Did you paint their digits pink?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Gimme your notes. I need 'em."

Bulkhead and the 'Miko' laughed.

"Hey Wheeljack?" You asked.

"Yeah?" Questioned the mech, walking over. You swiftly grabbed his audio fins, making him yelp.

"Hey, watch the fins!" He yelled. "They're sensitive!"

You looked at him funny. "And so is my ship. That's why you're gonna help fix it!"

"Primus slaggit."