re_alignment | [Accidental Video]

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✘ tf: prime | wheeljack

[Accidental Video]

[It'd been a month since Magnus left.

The commander had been gone that long before, and Wheeljack almost expected the same this time around. So...when that time rolled around, and still no Magnus after constantly searching the feed...

It was time to call it quits.

The feed opens up to show a room-...or what's left of one. The walls are cracked, scorched, bent, or indented in some places, although that seems to be the most of the damage. The berth is relatively untouched, and any of Miko's and Bulkhead's belongings are actually safe from damage. Wheeljack's own stuff? a different story. Only one thing of Wheeljack's was left untouched--the sword Blurr gave him--which was put under the bed weeks prior.

Sounds like someone had a tantrum, and it shows, with Wheeljack standing in the center of the room, panting heavily from all the lashing out...at the wall.

...Do you feel better now, princess?]

Ngh...

[He slumps against the wall, sinking to the ground and curling up.

...Just like old times.]

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The scorch marks on you say different.

[He has four optics, Wheeljack, he doesn't miss things.]

Pretty sure that's understandable, Wheeljack. Happens to all of us, from time t'time.

Just misfires. It happens.

[He's trying to keep the conversation concise.]

Wasn't supposed to happen to him.

I realize.

[Barricade gets it.]

Not supposed to happen to a lot of them. Or any of them. But it does. And we... have to soldier on.
I c'n see what I can do about the walls, when you're ready.

[Might as well make the offer.]

Yep. 's how it's always been. With the Wreckers and all.

[His head dips down, slightly.]

Never really made amends with the one in my world. Thought I could do it here.

[He never PLANNED on it...at least not till recently.]

You make house calls?

'S not a bad thought in the least. Just sometimes we don't really get the chance to.
Or the chance t'say something you need to, either.

[He's missed that one a lot.]

My good mech, house calls are - or were - my specialty. I'll even put on my lights and sirens if you want.

[Even if he's just going to be driving in the temple.]

Don't I know it...

[He could list off the roster of guys who he'd wanted to say goodbye to. Or at least SOMETHING to. Seaspray being the one most recent.]

Touching. I'd like that.

Been a lot of that no matter where you go.

[His list has grown exponentially since getting to places like this. He still regrets not being to say something to Convoy, even if he'd known already.]

One of my many fine services~ You've got it. You'll know it when you hear it.

[Because it's distinctively chirpy.]

[It was something Wheeljack was starting to get accustomed to as well. Even without the list of Wreckers back home.]

I'll be waiting, 'Cade.

I like punctuality.

Not f'r long, you won't be. I'm terribly punctual~

[And Wheeljack isn't actually all that far off, relatively speaking. He will have a cop car intruding on his mess soon, running lights and sirens.]

...

[The sirens actually get a response out of him: amusement.

Congrats, Barricade, that's the first smile he's had in a few days.]

Ah, behold! He grins.

[He does what he can, after all. Barricade shifts back to base mode, only shutting the lights and sirens off when everything clicks into place. He offers a little bow.]

[And immediately, the Wrecker tries to hide it. He shouldn't be smiling right now, given the situation. But it's hard.]

Yeah yeah...

[There's a handwave at that bow. Fancy fake!police/doctors.]

You here to check up on me or the room?

T'be fair, everyone loves the sirens.

[Don't worry, he's got this covered. He's never had anyone not enjoy them unless they're hungover.]

Little of column A, little of column B. Depending on how much prodding I have t'give you to let me take a look at you.

A little chirpy, aren't they.

[That's right, he noticed.]

...Depends on where ya wanna look, Doc.

Just a touch. Makes 'em more interesting, I think.

[That and they came standard with the model he scanned.]

Nowhere naughty, darlin'; we c'n start with your hands and work from there.

[That earns you a look, 'Cade.]

Ain't modest. Just don't think half of em are necessary.

[He holds out his hands, though.]

That's what us medics are for; to inconvenience their patients as much as possible.

[Having been on both sides of the divide himself... about a million times.]

Just don't flail around and we'll be good.

[He takes one of the offered hands, all four optics focusing on it to check for scrapes, dents, and other injuries.]

Finally a doc who gets it.

[He won't flail, but there's obviously some fidgeting.]

Told ya, the room's in worse shape than I am.

Well, did kinda get my start as the patient.

[Fidgeting he can handle quite well.]

Maybe. Difference is, the walls don't actually feel pain. You on the other hand.

Most docs don't. Glad there's at least one exception to the rule.

[He surveys his own hands as Barricade inspects them.]

Didn't hurt...that much.

T'be fair, most of them are actually professional.

[This was his desperate attempt to escape being Yet Another Gladiator.]

It hurt you more than it hurt the wall. Just the wall happens to look worse than you do.

That's not sayin' much. Accordin' to Doc Knock, he's a professional too.

[You can see how much he believes that.]

Ngh...what's the damage?

Well, let's just say I was warrior first, eh? Though Knock Out's technique is... very Decepticon.

[Which makes Barricade worry on occasion.]

Not too bad. A good buffing f'r the scratches and it should heal on its own - if you can avoid punching things for a while.

Somehow I'm not surprised.

[Because he's not. At all. It's like he knows him or something crazy like that.]

Told ya. I...I heal pretty fast.

What gave it away? The marvelously thick armor? The fact that I have flails in my wrists?

[He'll play coy anyway. That's just how he rolls.]

Oh, I know. The nice glowy mark we share and all~

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