[Audio]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

 [Oh hey it's the day of showing others you truly care about them and sending them cards and chocolates and flowers--]

Hey.


Wreckers are disbanded. For good.



[That seems to be the end of the transmission. Well, Happy Valentine's Day to you too, Mr. Sunshine-and-Rainbows.]

Comments

[Action]

[sciencetank]

That is generally what it means to be on "guard detail", yes.

[There are deserts less dry than Perceptor's tone.]

[Action]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...I mean, what would I be guardin' exactly?


Some weapon?

[Action]

[sciencetank]

[He folds his arms tighter over his chest, and looks away, as if in embarrassment.]

I... wouldn't call my lab a weapon, no.

[Action]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...


You. Want me to guard...your lab.

[It's more out of amazement than anything. Perceptor didn't even let him touch beakers. Let alone guard the whole thing.]

[Action]

[sciencetank]

... If Grimlock were capable of doing so, I should think you would be, as well.

[And Wheeljack was a lot more emotionally stable than Grimlock.]

[Action]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[He looks down a moment, at his hands. Wreckers were nothing now. Not with the team they had. Recruits just...didn't exist at the moment.

This was something stable he could do.

And maybe make sure the scientist was protected as well.]




Looks like ya got yourself a guard.

[He looks up, a humble smile strewn across his face.]

[Action]

[sciencetank]

[He just waits, quietly. Focused on him. He won't pressure Wheeljack to respond. There's... a lot of hope, locked away in his spark.]

[If this is all he can do, then, he wants it to work out. And badly.]

[Needless to say, the answer makes a vague, quiet smile of his own flick over his face.]

... Thank you.

[It's quiet and sincere. He means it. More than you know, Wheeljack.]