"YOU?!"

Wheeljack hadn't been back for awhile since he was working on the Jackhammer, and boy did he hate the welcoming committee.

         "Scrap, forgot about you," (Y/D) sighed, sitting up as Ratchet made another scan to monitor her progress.

         "Well get ready to remember," he unsheathed a single katana and started for the femme only to be stopped by Bulkhead.

         "Whoa, slow down! How do you know her Jackie?"

There was a long pause as Wheeljack glared at the femme, and she only rolled her optics, making his energon boil.

         "Defeat at the Sea of Rust."

Bulkhead's optics went wide as he looked to his friend.

         "That was a classified file... not even I was able to read it... Are you saying you were there?"

         "Oh I wasn't just there," Wheeljack growled, "I was leading five other wreckers, five of the best, AND SHE TOOK THEM DOWN LIKE THEY WERE MERE SCRAPLETS!"

Bulkhead and Ultra Magnus had to hold the wrecker back as he tried to go for the nonchalant (Y/D) once more. If only they knew of the amount of emotion hiding behind those dulled green optics.

         "She probably had no choice at that time," Smokescreen was the third to try and keep the angered mech at bay, "She was under her sire's rule!"

         "She had a choice," Wheeljack continued, "And she chose to murder my comrades!"

     When he finally calmed down enough that he didn't seem to be as much of a threat, the three who had kept him away from (Y/D) backed away. The wrecker placed his katana back in it's sheath, breath shaky as he reigned in his earlier rage. He glared at Megatron's heir, her blank expression mimicking that of Soundwave's mask, unchanging and revealing of nothing.

         "You're not worth my time," he growled once more before stomping out of the main hanger, no one daring to follow him, not even Miko, who had run out at the sound of Wheeljack's angered cry.

     The wrecker stalked back to his ship, the poor thing needing some repairs, but he was far to angry to focus on such a vital matter. He kicked way a can of oil, listening to the liquid trickle down the wall as the now broken canister rolled away. He growled at the mess, as if it would instantly clean itself up, and sat in the pilot's seat of the Jackhammer, placing his helm in his servo with an angered sigh. He watched that Unicron spawn take down all five of the best wreckers as if they were drones, easy pickins, a mere cyber-bug underneath her pede. The last thing they saw was the green of her crazed optics, and the glitter of her single fanged, crazed smile as she slaughtered them for mere sport. He remembered the frozen faceplates that showed only horror as their last expression, their corpses shoved into the already raging Sea of Rust. Wheeljack remembered making his narrow escape as he hid himself beneath old wreckage that kept him from discovery by the relentless femme.

     a short sharp sound of a metal can being kicked made Wheeljack aware of his surroundings, and he quickly swiveled around with both katanas at the ready, and he SO wanted to use them.

         "Shouldn't you be back with the others?" he sneered, "Being PROTECTED."

         "I can take care of myself," came the nonchalant reply from the femme.

         "Just like you 'took care' of my team?" Wheeljack huffed, still poised to strike as he glared.

         "Would you believe me if I said that I wasn't the one who killed them?" she asked.

         "No," Wheeljack stated, being truthful.

         "Good, cause that would have been a lie."

He took a threatening step forward.

         "If you only came here to play games, you should have come with a weapon."

         "I am a weapon, Wheeljack," (Y/D) spat back, "And as a weapon, I came here to give you the opportunity to destroy me."

She opened a crate of grenades, and delicately kicked one to the wrecker, who had to drop a katana in order to catch it, confused.

         "So what will it be?" (Y/D) asked as he twirled the device in his servo.

Sweet revenge, what a concept. To destroy the very entity that brought memory purges every night to the point that he never recharged. To bring upon the murderer who offlined five of the best wreckers, who were merely trying to acquire building supplies in order to further fortify a much needed safe house for innocents, mech femme and sparkling alike.

         "Outside," he ordered, and made sure that the shorter femme stayed in front of him as he ordered her to go left, the two of them soon well hidden behind the Jackhammer. Going ahead of her, Wheeljack faced her after stepping several paces away, throwing the grenade in the air as he contemplated how to go through with this. Have her place it in her subspace? Simply make her hold it? Or perhaps make the femme stay perfectly still, balancing the grenade on her helm as he steadily aimed at it. But all of these choices, Wheeljack realized, would lead up to every bot up his aft about the entire ordeal. Not only would he be offlining a possible major asset in this war, but he too would be a murderer. Throwing it up one more time, Wheeljack walked up to Megatron's heir, and placed the grenade in her servo, wrapping her sharpened digits around it.

         "You're not worth my time."

     (Y/D) watched, refusing to show her astonishment as the wrecker threw a wave over his shoulder, and stepped back into the Jackhammer. She looked to her servo, still slightly gripped around the grenade. If he wasn't careful, she would crush it. Unfurling her sharpened digits, the confused femme saw that the grenade was still dormant, unused, and waiting for it's next target. Gently setting it on the ground, (Y/D) walked away, having no more business here.