TF - What The Hell

Title - What The Hell Are You Doing
Fandom - Transformers
Main Characters - Becka, Wheeljack



“What the hell are you doing?”

This remark earned the brown eyed girl a dull glare before the mechanic returned to tinkering with the large monstrosity of metal before him.

Becka stared for a moment longer, tucking some stray hairs back behind her ear with a flick of her wrist. There were more wires on that thing that there were hairs on her head, yet Wheeljack seemed to have no trouble deciding which wires to pull out and which to meld and twist together.

Becka adjusted her goggles slightly before running up to the table Wheeljack was working at and began to climb up one of the wires that had trailed down onto the ground. At first, it had seemed like a good idea, but then she hadn’t remembered how much she had hated the rope climb in her physical education class.

Half-way up, Becka stopped; white knuckling the wire in an attempt to keep herself from either A, sliding back down and giving herself wire burn, or B, falling.

She had just started to lose her hold on the blue wire when a gentle grip came around her. Becka let go of the wire, allowing Wheeljack to lift her up and place her onto the table.

With a quick spin Becka smiled at him,

“Thanks! So, what are you working on?”

Becka asked eagerly. From up here the metal thing didn’t seem as big…but it was still a lot bigger than herself – and came up to Wheeljack’s hip.

“A new project I’m working on. If it works properly, it should be able to enhance our defense system and speed up our entire network.”

The Autobot’s ears lit up with his words, amusing Becka beyond belief.

“If it works.”

She said, smiling.

Wheeljack paused, pulling his hand away from the…thing, and nodded.

“Yes, if it works.”

“Whatcha gonna call it?”

The mechanic made a soft humming noise as his central processor worked over this question.

“The Defense System Stabilizer. Or something similar to that.”

“Wow…fascinating name. Why not call it the Autobot Defense Grid? Of something with the word Autobot in it.”

A soft chuckle escaped the mechanic, and Becka guessed he was smiling – though his mask covered the bottom half of his face.

“Well, if it works, then you can name it.”

He said before returning to the stabilizer. She watched him work for a moment, then ventured closer. He took a handful of wires and pulled them free from the metal – the wires fraying and snapping with ease.

With a few quick cuts and snips, most of the wires had fallen to the ground, leaving the stabilizer/grid in a cleaner state. It actually looked finished, and Wheeljack began to fiddle with the tech inside of it.

A strange sound suddenly emitted from the machine, and Wheeljack leaned back slightly.

“What was that?”

Becka asked as the sound repeated. Wheeljack scanned the object, then let out of groan.

“Slag! Becka, get down –“


~*~*~*~*~


Sam let out a faint shout of surprise as a loud explosion resonated throughout the base – shaking the table that he was standing on enough to cause him to fall. Bumblebee quickly scooped him into a protective hold, and the shaking soon stopped.

Everyone in the rec. room looked up, a faint confusion hovering in the air before Sunstreaker laughed.

“Another one! By Primus, that’s the third time Jack’s caused something to explode!”

Sam rubbed his head,

“Explode?”

He questioned, looking up at his guardian. Jazz shook his head, looking slightly peeved at his now empty cup of energon after it had spilled all over the ground.

“Slag! I didn’t even get to taste that energon!”

Jazz complained. Bumblebee sighed,

“Yes…explode. We better go make sure he’s alright.”

He said, raising his voice so that the others heard him. Ironhide gave a faint chuckle,

“This should be good.”


~*~*~*~*~


Becka couldn’t see anything through the thick, black smoke that had filled the air. It stung at her throat painfully as she struggled to intake oxygen, and she suddenly felt everything around her moving.

“Becka, are you alright?!”

The voice belonged to Wheeljack, though Becka didn’t open her eyes.

“Yeah…I’m *cough* alright Wheeljack…”

She felt a metal hand carefully scoop her up.

“Hang on – I’ll get you out of here.”

Becka didn’t resist at all, her lungs screaming for air as the smoke continued to poison the air. Wheeljack stepped into the hallway, black ash covering a majority of his white armor, and part of his arm was damaged. He had barely taken two steps forward when a wrench collided with his helm – a loud ‘CLANK’ issuing from the metal against metal.

The mechanic stumbled back, his free hand quickly rising to where he had been hit.

“Ratchet?! I have Becka, careful where you’re aiming that!”

Wheeljack called out. Ratchet came up, picking the wrench off the ground and glaring at Wheeljack with his blue optics.

“Which is even more of a reason to peg you! Is she alright?”

Wheeljack opened his other hand, where Becka was sitting, still coughing. Ratchet shook his head,

“Wheeljack, that was reckless. You’re lucky she’s alright – else a wrench wouldn’t be all I was throwing at you.”

He sighed, trying to cool his heating systems.

“Medbay, now Wheeljack.”

He said simply. Wheeljack didn’t argue, and moved as quickly as possible. He stepped past Bumblebee and Jazz, and Jazz hid a laugh.

“Wow, that is some dent Ratchet left.”

He said to Prowl. Prowl just nodded, but his attention was mainly on the lab doors – where smoke was struggling to sneak out through the cracks.

“Someone get Hoist and Grapple down here.”

He said with a slight groan.


~*~*~*~*~


Wheeljack was sitting on one of the tables in the medbay, Ratchet repairing his arm. Becka stood on the table beside him, her coughing fit gone now that she was out of the smoke.

Ratchet stood fully, looking at his work. He nodded,

“There, that should do it. Wheeljack, you’re lucky. You escaped this time with only a few damages.”

Wheeljack was about to say something, but Ratchet cut him off abruptly,

“But it was stupid luck. And thank Primus you covered up Becka, otherwise…”

He trailed off, and Becka shuddered as her mind began to create images of what could’ve happened. Ratchet sighed,

“Jack, I can’t tell you not to, but for everyone’s sake – be careful with your experiments.”

He crossed his arms,

“Now, get out of here. Jazz needs his check up, and Cliffjumper needs a quick repair on his leg.”

Wheeljack blinked. He had been expecting more of a punishment, or maybe another dent in his helm. He got down off the table, glancing wearily at Ratchet.

Was this a trick?

“Wheeljack, don’t forget Becka. You need to take her home, and you’re to report to Prowl once you get back about repairing the lab.”

Slag. Wheeljack knew that had been coming.

He gave the medic a nod, holding his hand out to Becka. Becka smiled, stepping into his palm and sitting down as the mechanic headed towards the door.

Wheeljack passed Jazz, who smiled cheerfully.

“Wow, you’re in one piece!”

He joked. Wheeljack chuckled faintly,

“Guess so. Have fun – I wouldn’t try anything today Jazz.”

“Aww, little old me? Now, why would I do anything to irritate the Hatchet?”

He grinned before stepping into the medbay.

Wheeljack continued down the corridor, glancing down at Becka.

“I’m really sorry about that Becka.”

He said after a moment of silence. Becka looked up,

“Say wha? ….oh!”

She smiled,

“There’s no need to apologize Wheeljack. I’ve got two legs and a heartbeat, so I’m totally fine.”

Wheeljack seemed slightly confused over her words, but nodded.

“It was reckless of me to endanger you, and you could’ve been really hurt…”

“It’s no problem. I get put into ‘dangerous’ situations all the time and manage to step out unscathed. My luck seems endless.”

Wheeljack laughed at this,

“That’s one thing that we seem to have in common Becka.”