Transformers x Reader

Wheeljack x Reader

Dusting off my frame, I tiredly glance around the bleak landscape, various drones hauling carts in and out of a new-found energon mine.

Cracking my digits, I twist my helm, venting heavily.

Of course I would be assigned the dullest mission possible...

Hearing the activation of a groundbridge, I grin, swiveling around as I flex my frame, adrenaline immediately coursing through.

Rushing out of the groundbridge, the Autobot team exits, each separated from their tight cluster to fight drones. Seeing a whiter frame in the middle, I quirk an optic ridge, craning my helm higher to see over the mass of battle.

Hearing a small clink, I look down, seeing an all-too-familiar grenade. Rolling away, the metal explodes apart, knocking down nearby drones oblivious to the explosives.

Optics narrowing, I clench my servos as my sight locks onto the white-green frame of a mech. A mech who left me for dead on Cybertron as if I was nothing.

Wheeljack.

Growling, I slowly shove past the drones, the surrounding battle fading away as my servo transforms into a short-range plasma cannon. Edging closer, I lose sight of him, yanking away the drone that blocked me.

Crashing into his identical comrades, they hit the ground, stunned as I pummel forward, servo launching, landing successfully onto its target. Optics blazing, I glare down at the Autobot Wheeljack, frame shaking in anger.

"Wheeljack! You dirty piece of scrap! How dare you!"

Kicking out, he rolls away, my pede slamming uselessly into the soil as he pulls me aside, throwing me to the ground.

"(Y/N)?"

Growling, I grit my denta as I rise, glaring daggers.

"Yes, your sweet little (Y/N)! The very same that you left for dead!"

Lunging forward, I fire the plasma cannon, landing a heavy shot on his shoulderplate as he shouts in anger, swiping at me with his swords.

Simply gripping onto the blade of one, I wince as I pull, detaching it from him as it stains blue, energon dripping from it and my servo.

Swinging my servo, I leap up, landing a quick hit on the side of his helm, succeeding it with a volley of others. Entering a type of violent dance, we fight, blocking each others moves as we aim for a fatal blow. Nudging my weapon out of his way as he attempts to stab me or me kicking out to smash his knee joints.

Together we continue to assault the other, anger appointed only to each other as we battle, the drones surrounding us thinning away slowly.

Taking note of his comrades, I ram my helm into his faceplate, cracking an optic with a sharp point on my helm.

Venting heavily, I stumble back, gripping onto a seeping gash on my side as I glare at him.

"That... All you got?"

Tired blue optics peering up in secret pain into my own darkened ones, I growl, faceplate contorting in anger as I lightly trip.

"Never! You- You claimed that you loved me on Cybertron, an odd love to leave one behind, with Decepticons nonetheless! I will never stop fighting you Wheeljack. Not until the wonderful day when I offline!"

Blue optics widening in surprise, he straightens slightly, voice slow as he speaks.

"I...Never left you, (Y/N). The 'Cons captured you when I wasn't looking, I never would have just betrayed you like that!"

Lipplates pursing tightly, I shake my helm, servos clenched as I step back.

"And yet look at us. Look at me. Look at what they forced me to become!"

Coming forward, I stumble back as he sheathes his swords, servos open.

"(Y/N), this isn't Cybertron- You can join the Autobots, and me-"

Doubtably scoffing, I attempt to hold back the hurt in my voice as I continue to back away, completely failing.

"I can't Wheeljack, not anymore. I'm too far gone, I'll never be able to go back to who you once knew... Farewell."

Lifting my weapon, I blast his shoulderplate, stunning him for a short moment. Fleeing, I shove past an injured drone, calling for a groundbridge.

Immediately opening a few meters ahead of me, I sprint through, glancing over my shoulderplating.

Only seeing the broken optics of a mech I had once known, I turn back around, stride quickening to hide the shattering sound of my spark.