Thank you to all of my reviewers.

I went back and changed the dialogue of chapter 2 a smidgeon as one of my reviewers suggested that Bumblebee was a little too OP like and I happen to agree. This is my first Autobot story so definitely let me know if anyone is not written very well.

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Chapter 4-Taking An Interest

The inside of the huge protoform lab was practically shining from the hundreds of sparks that were suspended within the individual nourishment capsules. Each capsule was a small round glass held up by a conduit that plugged into the building's power supply. The sparks were protected from the outside by the glass and the magnets that kept them perfectly suspended so as not to come into contact with any solid objects, which would cause a violent reaction damaging the spark.

Disembodied and newly formed sparks could survive for a small time floating around in space, but if they did not find a frame to call home, then they would eventually destabilize and perish. Inside of the nourishment capsules, they were fed a constant stream of gaseous energon and electromagnetic energy until frames could house them.

Wheeljack walked along the multitude of rows admiring the bright, pulsing colors, each one its own particular shade of blue, red, or gold. Every once and awhile he would spot a different color, sometimes white or grey, and even one that flashed with crackling black lightning.

Just past that capsule he finally spotted the mech he had been looking for. "Hey, Doc," he said as Ratchet typed cybertronian glyphs into a converted Earth computer. The medic's orange and white plating was looking a bit dull probably from a lack of energon and recharge. He had been working himself tirelessly since the well had been returned, caring for the new sparks and monitoring the growth of the protoforms.

"Wheeljack," he said in what could only be exasperation. "What do you want? I am busy with these protoforms and have ma…"

"Easy, Doc," he replied with a short laugh, "I just came to ask how everything was going."

Ratchet halted in his rapid typing and turned to look at Wheeljack like he had done something strange. "Really? I wouldn't have believed you were interested in any of this. There is nothing in here that needs blowing up."

"I'm taking an interest since all of these fraggers," and he rapped his digits on the glass of the closest capsule, "are the future of Cybertron."

"Don't do that!" Ratchet hissed at him.

"Really, Doc, you need to lighten up."

"I'll lighten up when Cybertron is fully restored and our people move about as they were meant to."

"Yeah, well until then you are working yourself ragged. You going to the party?"

"I hadn't given it any thought."

"Maybe some high grade will do you some good."

Ratchet scoffed at that, and then finally returned to his furious typing without giving a response. Wheeljack moved up until he was directly behind the medic almost close enough to touch and whispered into his audio, "Or maybe you need something else to help you loosen up," and he slid a digit into Ratchet's right hip seam. The frame gave a slight shudder and the electromagnetic field that slid up against his own pulsed with an almost aching need.

Wheeljack gave a low chuckle as he said, "Should I take that as a yes?"

Ratchet's field flooded with embarrassment and the slight charge that had built up in his frame dissipated. "I… I need to get back to work." The medic began to busy himself with readouts on the closest display and did his best to ignore the wrecker.

That only amused him more. "Sure thing, Sunshine," and Ratchet visibly bristled at the nickname. "We can continue this… conversation at the party." There was a loud clank as Ratchet fumbled for the scanner he had been holding before it fell to the floor. Wheeljack turned to leave laughing quietly to himself, but right before he reached the door he paused when something occurred to him. "Predaking has a mangled fibular strut. You may want to help him out before the party. You know, a show of good will and all that scrap."

"I will… look into it." With nothing more to say, he left the medic to his work.

So… what did you think? I know you were probably hoping for a bit more after all these long months but I'm going with it. I'm trying not to overthink everything. I keep worrying that the characters are written poorly. I dunno. I'm trying.