《The Mutated Predacon (Wheeljack X Mutated Predacon)》Chapter 5 Trapped In A Cave
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I woke up with a horrible taste of dirt and grime in my intake. I was quick to spit it all out.
I growled in disgusted.
Just then, I heard a groan of pain coming from none other than the Autobot Wrecker who laid beneath me.
I looked at him. He was also barely waking up. When his optics land on me, he immediately rush to move away, but fail and ended up hissing in pain.
I turned to his side and saw his right servo caught under a large boulder.
“Grr… What do you want Predacon?” he growled hatefully.
He then tried to transformed his free servo but fail, causing him to curse under his breath. I ignore him and quickly got off so I could be able to move the large boulder from his servo.
“What are you doing?!” he asked.
Once again, I ignored him and use my Predacon straight to overthrown the large boulder, freeing the Wrecker’s servo. He stared at me with wide optics. I transformed into my Bi-pedal mode and rush to his side so I could be able to check out his injured servo.
He immediately pulled his servo away from my touch, causing a wince of pain to escaped his intake.
“Please, stop moving. You will only hurt your servo more” I said, placing my servo on his shoulder. He watched me silently, maybe trying to figure out my motives for saving him.
“Why did you save me?” Wheeljack asked.
“Honestly, I’m not exactly sure why I saved you” I replied.
It was true.
I really don’t know why I did it.
I just could've of left the Wrecker to die, but for a strange reason, I didn't.
“I can't believe they left me” I heard Wheeljack mumbled, attempting to lift himself off the ground without assistance, but ended up landing back on the ground giving another painful cried wince.
I rolled my optics at the Mech’s stubbornness.
“I’m sure they didn't mean to leave you. Probably they thought you were right behind them” I said, helping the injured Mech up.
“Uh… Thank you” he nervously mumbled.
I chuckled before guiding the injured Mech to some rocks for him to sit on.
“My pleasure” I replied, once I laid him down.
I looked around and notice that our only exit out of here was blocked, meaning that it was going to be a long day. I sigh before turning around to the Wrecker, who was watching me with curious optics. I look at his injured servo. It looked pretty bad if you ask me.
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“Here, let me help you out with that” I said before transforming back to my Beast Mode.
“What are you…” Wheeljack began but was cut off short when I kneel down in front of him and began licking his injured servo with my glossa.
He hissed in pain and tried to pull back, but I used my servo to keep his servo in place. Once I finish licking his injured servo, I pulled away, before blowing a small gust if ice from my intake, freezing his servo as if it was in a cast.
“What have you done?!... Wait?!…. What the?!... Wow!” Wheeljack started off mad, then confused and finally surprise, when he moved his servo as if it hadn’t gotten crush by a boulder some minutes ago.
“W… What did you do?” he asked, while I transformed back to my Bi-pedal mode.
“I licked your injury to stopped the bleeding then cast it with my ice breath to stopped the pain and keep your arm still” I explained.
“T… Thank you” he said.
“No problem” I replied with a smile before sitting down next to him on the same rock.
“Well, it looks like we will be stuck together for some time. In the meantime, do you want to get to know each other?” I suggested.
“Sounds like a plan” Wheeljack said.
***
“What are your Autobots friends like?” I asked.
“Why?” Wheeljack asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m just curious. It’s been so long since I been around other Cybertronian other than my Sire” I replied.
“Mmm...Okay. There's Bulkhead a Wrecker. Just like me” Wheeljack began.
“He’s your best friend, isn’t he?” I asked.
“Yeah, how do you know that?” he asked surprised.
“Well, you two looked really close when I first met you” I replied.
“Okay, next we have Bumblebee. He’s the team scout” Wheeljack said.
“You mean the cute little yellow and black Mech?” I asked.
"Yes, that one” he replied.
“We have Arcee. She’s the only Femme with us” Wheeljack said.
“Then there’s Ratchet. He’s our medic. Also, a grumpy Mech who doesn’t like to be bothered but that's what I mostly like to do” Wheeljack said.
“Sounds like you love to annoy the heck out of him” I said.
“Yeah, It’s really funny” he replied with a chuckle making my spark skip a beat.
“Next, we have Smokescreen. He’s the rookie” Wheeljack continued.
“I haven't met him, so I really don't know him” I said.
“Then we have Ultra Magnus. I really don't like the guy. He's so annoying” Wheeljack said with a hint of disgust. I chuckled.
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“I understand you, Wheeljack. I also have my own Ultra Magnus back at the Warship” I said
“Really? Who?” he asked.
“Starscream. Well, he’s more like a drama queen, but can also get annoying” I said.
Just then, heard Wheeljack laugh making my spark beat fast. I don’t know why, but his laugh made my spark go crazy.
He stopped laughing and looked at me with a smile that made me my spark melt. I blush but covered my face so he won’t see it.
“Finally, we have Optimus Prime. He’s our leader also and honorable Mech who looks to keep Earth and the inhabitants safe” Wheeljack said, finishing.
“Wow, you have a great team” I commented.
“Yeah, I think I do” Wheeljack replied.
“So, tell me about you?” Wheeljack asked.
“Me?” I asked.
“Yeah” he replied.
“What will you like to know?” I asked.
“Mmm… Who’s your Sire?” he asked.
“My Sire?” I asked.
“Yeah” he replied.
“Well, he’s the Decepticon Scientist. Shockwave” I replied.
“Really?” he asked.
“Yeah” I replied.
“But you guys don’t look nothing alike” he said.
“Yeah, that’s because I got my looks from my Carrier” I replied.
“Oh… What about your Carrier?” he asked.
“Her name was Moon” I replied.
“Was?” he asked.
“Yeah, unfortunately. She died giving birth. I was born with an unknown disease that was killing me. That disease killed her” I explained.
“Oh, I’m sorry” he said.
“It’s okay” I replied.
“What happened with the unknown disease?” he asked.
“My Sire saved me” I replied.
“How did he save you?” he asked.
“He experimented on me with Predacon CNA, turning me into a mutated Predacon” I replied.
“Mutated Predacon?” he asked. I nodded with a sad expression.
“I was able to live thanks to that, but with a price” I replied.
“I was turned into a mutated Predacon. I… I don’t even know what am I no more” I said.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Look at me, Wheeljack” I said.
“I’m not normal. I look small and weak, but I’m able to transform my body into this beast. I’m not a normal Cybertronian or a normal Predacon. I’m a monster. I never told this to my Sire, but I don’t like being a mutated Predacon” I said, hugging my legs to chest. I could feel the tears wanting to come out.
Just then, I felt my body getting wrapped into a warm hug. That’s when I realized that Wheeljack was hugging me.
“You may be the enemy and I may have just met you, but I can tell you this. You are no monster to me” he said.
I felt my optics water and that did it. I let the tears fall down. I hug him back and cried on his chest.
I don’t know how long I stayed there on his arms, but it must have been long because I felt my optics get heavy by the minute. I let out a small yawn. I then laid my helm on Wheeljack’s chest and drift off to a semi-peaceful recharge.
***
A sudden explosion jolted both Wheeljack and I awake from our peaceful recharge. I looked around and noticed that I was laying right on top of Wheeljack’s chest. I felt my whole face turned blue. I looked down and saw a blushing Wheeljack looking away from me.
I don’t know why, but for some kind of reason, I didn’t really mind, but it was really embarrassing.
I tried to get up but I felt trapped by two strong servos wrapped around my small body.
“Um… W… Wheeljack, could you let go?” I asked.
“Oh, right” he replied and quickly unwrapped his servos.
I got up and walk over to the entrance, where the explosion happened. What I found was a group of Vehicons and the Predacon.
I then saw the Predacon gaze turned to Wheeljack and growled. I looked back and saw Wheeljack stood up with his now working guns on standby.
“What should we do with him, lady MoonWave?” a Vehicon asked.
“Leave him be. We should get back to the Warship before Lord Megatron gets angry” I ordered.
None of the Vehicons made an objection. The Predacon also did the same. I began to walk away but stopped when Wheeljack asked…
“Will we ever see each other again?” Wheeljack asked.
I turned my helm back and smile. I turned my whole body around and walked back to him.
“Here’s my comm number. If you ever need someone to talk to just comm me. See you, Wheeljack” I said, carving my comm number on the ice cast on his servo.
I smile one last time before leaving the cave. I transformed into my beast mode and left knowing that Wheeljack will be able to contact the other Autobots for a Groundbridge.
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