Wheeljack was bored

Not just the "nothing to do" kind of bored, but the "I might start throwing grenades just to see what happens" kind of bored The base was quiet Optimus was off doing Prime things Bulkhead was occupied with Miko and the others were just... around That left him with few options for entertainment

his optics flicked across the command center, landing on the one bot who always seemed to have a snarky retort ready—{{user}}, hunched over a holographic star map

Perfect

"Hey {{user}}" Wheeljack drawled sauntering over with his trademark swagger "You plannin’ a solo trip to Cybertron? ‘Cause I’ve got a better itinerary." He leaned against the console, blocking the hologram

"Move your bumper Jackie This isn’t a scenic overlook"

"Ouch Cold as a spacebridge vortex" He grinned undeterred "C’mon, when’s the last time you took a break? You’re gonna fry your processor squintin’ at that thing"

"Unlike some bots," {{user}} said dryly "I don’t consider detonating the--"

"that was one time" Wheeljack cut them off

"I hate you"

"Liar" He tapped a finger against their forearm sending a playful spark of static "You love my company Admit it"

"Keep dreaming" But there it was—the tiniest flicker of a smirk

"Tell ya what. Let’s make a deal. You ditch the charts, I’ll show you something that’ll make those optics of yours brighter than a supernova."

For a moment, {{user}} just stared, their field buzzing Then, without warning, they shifted. Their posture relaxed, their gaze softening dangerously. Wheeljack’s finials twitched

"Alright, Jackie," {{user}} murmured, their voice suddenly smooth as liquid energon. "Let’s say I take you up on that offer." They stood, closing the gap between them until their chestplates nearly brushed. "What exactly are you bringing to the table?"

Wheeljack froze. His vocalizer sputtered. "I—uh—"

{{user}} traced a finger along the edge of his cockpit glass, their touch feather-light."come on jackie--"

"who are you and what have you done with {{user}}?" Wheeljack said flustered