A Priori, A Posteriori

019. Countdown-- Cosmos, Jazz, Skyfire, Wheeljack -- Rating PG


Ten Times that they shared shy, friendly smiles across the recroom. One curious, and the other lonely but smiling anyway. Sometimes Cosmos wished he had a chance to get to know Jazz better.


Nine Days they spent together on a mission to monitor the Decepticons that went normally, and nine days that they spent in the Decepticon brig. Cosmos didn’t like to think about those days. Watching the other be hurt while he was ignored in a tiny cell. He was a nobody to the Decepticons, a nobody that couldn’t even protect his teammate.


Eight Months that passed before Cosmos got a chance to speak to Jazz alone and attempt to apologize. Jazz had just shaken his head and patted Cosmos on the head with a smile.

“Don’t worry about it mechlet,” Jazz smiled optics bright. “It is in the past and Ratchet patched me up good.”

Cosmos struggled to smile back with his optics, “If you say so. But I would like you to know I am sorry.”

Jazz walked away with a wave, “And I said don’t worry about it. Now if you will excuse me I have me a date with Prowl.”


Seven Weeks after that, Cosmos was finally feeling over the entire incident even if he couldn’t look Jazz in the optics still.

He was finally feeling able to talk to others in the Recroom again. He laughed as he sat beside Skyfire in the recroom. The shuttle was always very kind, he didn’t understand why the others mistrusted him.


Six Days after he got overcharged and kissed the large flyer he was still hiding. Skyfire had pushed him away so fast afterwards, he knew he offended the mech.


Five Klicks into his surveillance mission, he learned why. Skyfire was still seeing his old lover. He wouldn’t report them, it seemed wrong to do so, but at least he knew now it wasn’t just because it was him. The thoughts distracted him and he crashed. The injury was minor but he would still have to visit the medbay.


Four Hours of watching Wheeljack, Ratchet, and Perceptor working together in the medbay, laughing and joking, and all he wanted to do was curl up and recharge back in his quarters. Sometimes he thought Wheeljack was a bit like himself, but seeing him at work made him realize he had been wrong.


Three Things had always kept him going in the past, his belief in the Autobot cause, his belief in Primus, and the words of his creator. His creator had always told him there was a mech or femme out there for everyone. Maybe it was time to face the fact that if his mech had existed at all they were probably long offline now.


Two Tears fell from his optics at that thought. He was going to be alone forever. His spark mate didn’t exist, no one would ever really love him. His spark burned as if someone was twisting an energy blade inside it.


One Sob emerged from his vocalizer before he muted himself. No one loved him, so why would anyone care about his pain. He comforted himself with the fact he was due to have a few months in space soon. Up there he could get this out of his system. The only thing worse than a mech who was always going to be alone, always the tag along never the focus, was a mech who couldn’t accept that and be happy anyway. He’d spend his time learning to be happy again in a world where his current lot in life was as good as it could get.


Zero, nothing. Not even dancing through a meteor shower could make him feel happy again.

043. Wreck --  Wheeljack, Red Alert, -- Rating PG

He was a wreck. Wheeljack stumbled into the medbay shuddering as he heard the cameras turn to track his movements. He needed to recharge and his was convinced his quarters were no longer safe.

He was here to beg Ratchet to let him recharge in the private room at the back of the medbay. His servos trembled from exhaustion. He couldn’t take much more of this. He didn’t know why Red Alert had suddenly taken such an interest in him but it was freaking him out.

Cameras following him every where he went, his duty cycle suddenly changing to give him more time for lab work, his rations suddenly increasing. Sure it was nice, except for the cameras, but he didn’t know how to take it. It was almost like Red Alert was interested in him.

He paused, if that was the case then he was even more freaked out since he was pretty sure there were cameras in his quarters and personal washracks.


Red Alert could see Wheeljack was becoming a wreck but wasn’t sure what he could do. It was obvious that Wheeljack knew the cameras were tracking him, maybe he could give the mech a little more privacy?

But if he did that how would he keep him safe? Maybe he should play it down a bit. He was making the mech he cared for a wreck, and didn't the humans have a saying if you love something let it go? Or at least give it room to leave.

A couple of images I put together on Teletraan_One, my new laptop. I was using clip art mostly and a one image that my friend sent me, finding something for Barricade was almost impossible...

Image for Cade's Medic...I got the false police embalm emailed to me by my friend, where she found it from I do not know so credit to whoever out there put it together, and decided after much trial and error that a medic's wrench was the best accompaniment for it. I still feel it is missing something to represent the fic as a whole, but It is getting there.


This one I think I like a bit more, but the "mirror" looks like a window. It is for Beauty and I really wish I could figure out how to make a clear background on Gimp. I am learning, but it is slow going.

Summery: Wheeljack hated his scars...
Rating; T (only because it is technically a slash pairing)
Warnings; kissing between male pronounced robots

Ironhide growled, “Jazz this isn’t funny!” He pounded on the door to the spare room and growled. He couldn’t believe Jazz had done this to him. He’d grabbed him after his shift and before he relized what was happening he’d been shoved into this room. “Jazz!”
Jazz just chuckled, “You need this. Don’t mess up this time.”

Ironhide growled and turned freezing when he saw Wheeljack strapped to a chair gazing at the floor despairingly. “Wheeljack!”

Great, it was bad enough Jazz had surprised him in his lab and strapped him down to a chair, now Ironhide was here. Ironhide, who had seen his face. Ironhide who he loved and thought loved him back.

He moved quickly kneeling before Wheeljack he looked for a way to unstrap him cursing Jazz six ways till Sunday and interspacing those curses with apologies and promises. “I am so sorry Jack. It was late and I didn’t even know it was you until after you ran.” He looked up to meet Wheeljack’s optics, ”Can you ever forgive me?”

He felt his spark soar when his optics met Ironhides, maybe they had a chance? He couldn't stand to get hurt again so he was hesitant in his reply. “You hurt me. You promised it would be ok and then you ran.”

Ironhide looked down and shook his head, “I shouldn’t have, I wasn’t expecting you and I was surprised. Please Jack, give me another chance.”

He hesitated, he hesitated for a long time. Soon he was free from the chair and he allowed Ironhide to pull him to his peds.

Ironhide hesitated a moment longer than necessary holding Wheeljack's servo after pulling him up. His spark ached as he gazed at Wheeljack's servo in his own. So that was his answer, no second chance for him. He had given up hope and was about to turn away when he heard a soft click. He looked up and saw Wheeljack’s face, his real face.

It was bad.

There was no other word for it but despite that he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on what remained of Wheeljack’s lips, softly, delicately as if afraid Wheeljack would vanish. He raised a shaky servo and traced across the scars reverently. “It is bad.” He met Wheeljack’s optics, “but it isn’t going to make me run away. I don’t want to leave you Wheeljack, never again.”

Wheeljack cried and  wrapped his arms around Ironhide’s neck, it felt so good to hear. “I don’t want you to leave either.” He burried his face in Ironhide's neck, Ironhide didn't care. They could start over.
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It took a while, there was still a lot of distrust between them but they were working it out. Ironhide smiled as he helped Wheeljack move into his quarters. Stacking the boxes on the table he leaned back simply enjoying the fact the smaller mech would never again be far from him. That they had each other and it was more than enough.

Wheeljack looked around at the boxes trying to decide where to put his things. He smiled over at Ironhide shaking his head at the layabout. He picked up a box and made his way towards the shelves but then paused. There wasn’t a mirror. “Ironhide why, I thought all the quarters had a mirror?” There had to be one, the bane of his existance, the one thing that screamed the truth louder than anything else.

Ironhide shrugged and pointed to a curtain in the corner moving over to Wheeljack and taking the box from him putting it aside. “I don’t need a mirror to know I look amazing and neither do you. So it is still here, but why should I need it uncovered when the only reflection of myself I need to see is my reflection in your optics? ” He pressed a kiss to Wheeljack's mask and held his servos in his own gently. 

Wheeljack’s head fins flashed happily and he hugged Ironhide before turning them and pressing him back into the berth. “I love you.”

Ironhide chuckled yielding willingly, “I love you too.”

Ratchet frowned and pulled Ironhide aside, “are you giving up on him?”

Ironhide grunted, “I’m not giving up on him. He is the one who is avoiding me.”

Ratchet shook his head, “He is paranoid. Jack hasn’t had a relationship since the accident back at the academy.” He crossed his arms over his chest nervously. “He probably thought you were going to leave him either way and he chose the way that would save face.”

Ironhide grunted and turned away, or Wheeljack just didn’t care for him.

Ratchet grabbed Ironhide’s arm. “He loves you. He hasn’t done anything in his lab since you two split up. He is listless and when he isn’t listless he is faking.” Ratchet bit his lip, “It isn’t pretty Ironhide. He isn’t completely illogical about it, it would scare a lot of mechs away.”

Ironhide pulled away and kept walking. Yeah but Wheeljack hadn’t even given him a chance.

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Wheeljack smiled with his eyes and nodded to Perceptor as he left the recroom. It was so easy to fake being happy. To pretend that Ironhide seeing someone else didn’t bother him. He had pushed Ironhide away, he would have to live with that. Even if it felt like his spark was being torn in two with every fake eye smile. He moved past a supply closet and gave a yelp as he was pulled inside.

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Ironhide pulled Wheeljack inside and pressed up against him stroking every inch of his frame he could reach and placing kisses all across his neck and face. “You think you can just avoid me?” He rumbled. He nipped at Wheeljack’s neck harshly grinding up against him. “If you want me to leave you will have to tell me so.”

Wheeljack keened and bucked his processor running a mile a minute. “Ironhide, please…don’t…stop.”

Ironhide smirked holding Wheeljack upright against him, “Don’t or Don’t stop?” He pulled back slightly and looked into Wheeljack’s optics. “I’m an old mech. I’ve let a lot of things slip through my servos over the vorns. I’m not losing this if there is a chance. I won’t ever ask you to do anything you find uncomfortable, but I want to be with you.”

He had to remind his systems to cycle and looked away. “I can’t, I can’t ever kiss you. I’m so ugly Ironhide. My scars.” He reached up and touched his mask tracing over lines of scars he knew where just beneath his mask. Waiting to ruin everything.

Ironhide scoffed, “You must think me incredibly shallow if you think I’d leave because of something like that.” He grabbed Wheeljack’s servo and pulled him out of the closet and down the hall to his own quarters.

Wheeljack had no time to protest as he soon found himself lying back on Ironhide’s berth while the weapon specialist sat across from him he wasnt' sure what to think and was torn between locking his legs together and spreading them wide. He was shocked when Ironhide simply helped him sit up and sat a respectful distance away.

Ironhide pulled back a metal plate to show many crisscrossed weld marks on his arm. “Decepticons took my arm off, medics managed to reattach it but without the extra plating it is hideous.”

Wheeljack frowned and shook his head leaning forward to trace the scars. “But a con did that. That scar was something you got fighting for our cause. My scar, my scar is because my lab partner wasn’t paying attention.”

Ironhide smiled and showed Wheeljack another scar on his neck, “I wasn’t paying attention during training and damn near offlined myself.”  Then sitting back he opened his chest plates revealing a deep disfigured scar on his spark chamber. "And I got this one from a green mech on the battlefield."

Wheeljack’s optic’s widened and he looked away. That, that was so personal. He, Ironhide shouldn’t have shown him that. “That, I.”

He closed his chest plates and moved to sit beside Wheeljack. “Every mech has scars. They tell the story of our lives, the highs and lows. I showed you my scars to show you even the most intimate, ugly scar isn’t something to be ashamed of. “ He placed a chaste kiss to Wheeljack’s mask and pulled him down to the berth to cuddle. “I don’t care what you look like under that mask Jack. What I care is what an amazing mech you are. You are smart, kind, and you put up with a grumpy old mech like me.”

Wheeljack listened in silence cuddling up against Ironhide. Maybe, maybe it would all work out.
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Wheeljack laughed as Ironhide picked him up from behind and spun him around in the rec room. “Hide put me down!” Sure the recroom was empty but that didn’t mean it was ok! He smiled and pressed against Ironhide’s chest nuzzling him gently. He was happy. So very happy and nothing could ruin that. Sure he hadn’t shown Ironhide, but for now that was ok.

Ironhide smiled and nuzzled Wheeljack back. Wheeljack would show him when he was ready. And when he did Ironhide would be there to show him that everything was ok.

     Since I have no life and therefore have a lot of time on my hands, here is a gift for a friend of mine. I asked her what she wanted so that she could feel better and she told me smexy Wheeljack/Ironhide pictures. I told her they would look like awkward cubes, and she proceeded to tell me that was fine and she wanted Tetris porn. Here you go my friend, Tetris porn and, awkward cubes.