The wind softly stirred the tall golden grass, whispering chills down the large robots frame. Ripples danced in the clear water, as many colors of leafs fell from the trees, clearly showing it was fall. Small birds sang, and chipmunks ran around, busy finding and hiding any little pieces of food they could get their little paws on.

Wheeljack happily watched the little world go by, his blue optics scanning over his surroundings. He was not extremely fond of Earth, but he had to admit, for a "little marble" this was a beautiful planet. Besides, the little blue and green rock was growing on him, maybe that or just the fact that Bulkhead was here.

A tiny smile appeared on his face, but then he gave himself a good shake, Bulk probably thought of him as nothing more than a friend. Then again… he did kiss back when Wheeljack did it to get his data pad back, and boy did that feel amazing or wh- "Primus Wheeljack! Get a hold of yourself mech!" he yelled at himself. He only did that to get at his data pad and prevent the humiliation of the other 'bots to find out he used to be a scientist. Those were the days, no war, fighting, guns or death, just him and his friends discovering new things and creating their own little inventions. Sure they weren't rich, but that didn't matter, old Seaspray was one of his fellow scientists, at the thought of his friend's recent death, he clenched his fists and felt a growl rumble in the depths of his throat. Trying to relax, Wheeljack let out a sigh and relaxed his tense shoulders; it was going to take a while to get over this.

Looking back at the forest that separated him and the city where the autobot base was, where Bulkhead was. Jacky gave himself another shake, it has been a while since he left for a walk, and maybe he should go back and apologize to Bulk for kissing him. The only reason Wheeljack left for this walk was so he didn't have to face the autobots for some time, after he kissed his friend he hightailed it out of there, making sure he had the data pad. He was very upset with himself, how stupid was that? He cant just go around kissing all of his friends just to get what he wants, but Bulkhead was…. Different. With a heavy sigh, Jacky turned to walk back where he had come from, it was time to confront the probably still shocked 'bots….. And Bulkhead.

Wheeljack started walking back; all was well, until his entire body tensed up. Something was here with him. He silenced his intakes and stood still, waiting for a sound. Slow cracking footsteps let him know that not only did he have company, but he was highly outnumbered. His left hand grazed over his last glowing grenade, he felt a pang of frustration knowing he only had one left. He found with anger that he left his swords back at the base…. In his room, all he had was this one silly bomb. All was silent, the calm before the storm, Jacky shivered, and scanned the trees. Suddenly he felt a blazing pain on his left shoulder, he gasped at the sharpness, but turned around, there was nothing behind him. Narrowing his optics, he reached back and grabbed at what hit his shoulder, a sleeping dart. With a growl of frustration he pulled it out and prepared himself to fight. If who ever was doing this thought a silly little dart would mellow him down, they were very wrong.

Then he felt it again, a sharp stabbing feeling on his hip, he wretched the dart out of himself and rushed into a sleepy stance. He stumbled over his own feet as he waited again. His spark pulsed at high speeds, if only I didn't kiss Bulkhead, he thought. Then I wouldn't be in this mess. His moves were sloppy as he turned to grab another dart. The forest started to spin before his tired blue optics.

With horror, Wheeljack saw dark bodies rushing towards him, yelling orders; it was all distant to him. Stumbling again, he fell to his knees, his audio receptors blanking out, leaving a whooshing sound for him to hear. His optics felt heavy, he placed a hand on the ground to try to stand, but he was roughly kicked down by someone. He lay on the cold hard ground as he saw more shadows surround him, he was helpless. His vision blurred and his blinks began to drag out. Then, he gave up; he lay limp on the forest floor, waiting to meet his death. The thundering footsteps dimly echoing around his head.

Wheeljack had a few precious moments before the darkness took over him completely. In them he was thinking about data pads, and science, Seaspray, even the autobots but most of all, Bulkhead. He let out a groan in anger and frustration at himself, how could he just give up? The pain from the darts grew inside of him; he clenched his fists and let out a pained sound. It felt as if fire was burning through his circuits. The light dimmed as he started to feel the slightest amount of fear trickle into his slowed CPU. He gasped feebly at the thick air then, those precious seconds were over.

Ever since Wheeljack ran out after the chaste kiss with Bulkhead, everyone had been in a shocked and confused state, especially Bulkhead. He didn't know how to react or what to think, all he was really thinking was about how amazing the kiss was, there was no use of glossae what so ever, only lips. Still, this one little kiss, that turned out to be Jacky just trying to get his data pad back, blew all standards for a kiss way up in Bulkheads CPU. It was so different from any other kiss he had ever had before; it was strange, yet simple. Bulkhead smiled again, letting out a small sigh as he wondered where Wheeljack had disappeared to for the last two hours.

"Cybertron to Bulkhead, come in Bulkhead" Arcee's voice snapped him out of his daze… again. He looked up, to see the rest of the team looking at him, everyone was sitting at a transformers size table having their energon, but he just couldn't stay on topic. Miko was grinning widely, "you have a funny smile on your face again Bulkhead" she giggled as she tried to cover her mouth. "boo bzee baa shoo baa bzooobzoo bee" Bumblebee laughed, Arcee rolled her optics and looked over the Bulkhead again. Noticing that he had gone back off in his own little world again, she just continued to drink her energon.

Ratchet placed his cube down and looked at Optimus, "there he goes again" he muttered to their leader, Optimus let out a quiet laugh and looked at Bulkhead, smiling and shaking his head slightly as he looked back at Ratchet. "Young love" Ratchet smiled, surprising Optimus, but then joined in on a small laugh. "I wonder when that damn wreaker will come back," Ratchet whispered softly to the Prime. "Who knows" Optimus laughed, "he will probably be back soon; he knows that we could be worrying about him by now". "Not that that would make him come back or anything" Ratchet muttered to himself, but shut his mouth tight when his leader gave him a look.

Light footsteps sounded from around the corner, everyone looked up with a smile on their face plates, except Ratchet. Slowly a small frame walked into view, just hidden by some shadow. Ratchet squinted hard, this frame was too small to be Wheeljack, Optimus shifted, and stood up, looking at the mysterious bot. Arcee and Bulkhead exchanged looks and watched with suspicion. The entire room went silent.

"Greetings Autobots" came a snide voice, as none other than Starscream stepped out of the shadows.

ok, so this is the begining of my first proper fanfiction... please go easy on me. :)

this will be multi chaptered and I will try to update as often as I posibly can (because i know how iritating it is when you are just waiting and waiting and waiting on a cliff hanger...).

pleeease review :)

toodaloo,

Kaileeyp