2016-07-18 The Little Things
From Transformers: Lost and Found
|The Little Things|
|Location||Lost Light - Science and Medical - Wheeljack's Laboratory|
|Summary||Gearshift brings Wheeljack some refreshment and he brings her some comfort.|
Wheeljack's lab is a masterpiece of controlled chaos. Shelves, stacked haphazardly with completed projects and curios, line the walls. The workbenches in the center are covered with the guts of machines in various stages of completeness, and all of the furniture is solidly built and looks ready to withstand whatever might be thrown, dropped, or spilled on it.
Rather than seeking out the Titan with a team that seemed determined to smash it into oblivion (in Grimlock's case), Wheeljack had opted to stay behind in Obsidian Convoy's camp to help with evacuating the mechs, and later to help out with medical problems on the planet's surface. Now, he's back on the ship, but no less busy. The Dunians have lost a lot thanks to those earthquakes, and Wheeljack wants to do what he can to help them recover from the turmoil he and Brainstorm unwittingly unleashed on their planet. It means he's working on a slightly different project than usual, and in his rush to get things done in time to shuttle them back down to the planet, he's apparently left the door to his lab wide open. Plenty of muttering and clanking is echoing out into the hallway.
Gearshift, since the party, had mostly holed up in her habsuite, only leaving to get some energon to refuel. Which is exactly why she's slipping into Wheeljack's lab as well, two cubes of energon in hand. She figures the engineer will be terribly busy, what with the chaos following the Titan's demise, but Gearshift nonetheless approaches with a small cough and a "Is this a bad time?"
Fortunately for Gearshift, Wheeljack doesn't jump in surprise when she speaks up. He looks up from the piece of machinery he's wrestling with, something that vaguely resembles a scanner, and his fins light up cheerfully when he catches sight of her. "Oh, hey, Gearshift," he says, setting the work aside and coming around his workbench. "No, I can spare a moment. Where are you going with that energon?" Gearshift offers a warm, polite smile (a legitimate one compared to the one she gave him at the party) and hands one of the cubes to him "Right here, actually." She takes a sip of the remaining cube as her biolights flicker. "I wanted to say thank you for keeping me company at the party."
"What's here-- oh!" Wheeljack says, blinking in surprise when one of the cubes is pushed into his hands. "Sorry, I've been working a while, I guess it's a good thing you brought this," he comments. He sets it down to fish a straw out from one of the racks of shelves lining the walls of the room, sticking it into the cube and putting the other end through a slit that appears in his faceplate so that he can take a sip. It closes back up again the moment he pulls the straw away. "Oh, there's no need to thank me for that," he says. "You looked like you could use someone to sit with you."
Gearshift takes another deep swig of her own cube of energon as she listens to Wheeljack "I needed it a lot more than I can put into words, and for that I'm so grateful." She eyes the table and then brings her gaze back up to Wheeljack. "So what are you working on now?"
Wheeljack's fins glow brightly. "Glad I could help," he says. "It was fun. And the paintwork you did fits well." He lifts the arm she started on. The paint is a little worn around his fingers, but mostly intact still, and certainly looked after. "Even if it was just a distraction for a little while. That friend of yours seemed kind of worried," he comments.
He's distracted from that line of conversation by her question. "This? Oh, it's just a refined energon scanner for the Obsidian Colony. Figured they could use it, if they're trying to avoid the lower levels..." Gearshift touches her chest with a soft "oh..." it's clear she's very touched at the fact that Wheeljack has taken care of the design she painted on his arm. "I'm glad you like it." The femme listens intently as he explains the device. "That'll come in handy for sure. It's very kind of you to build it for them." Or at least she's assuming as much. For all Gearshift knows he was commissioned to create the device.
"It seems like the least I could do, you know?" Wheeljack says with a shrug. "One of them had to leave their extractor behind when those tremors started. I'd like to get started on a replacement for that before we head out, too. They don't exactly have the resources to build a replacement for it right now." He moves back toward the table where he was working, only to pause and look back at Gearshift. "Oh, did I say? Thanks for the energon. Were you just stopping by, or...?"
The femme listens raptly, always happy to lend an audial to Wheeljack. She straightens when the attention is back on her. "No problem, thought you might need some." Gearshift pauses when he asks his question. "Are you wondering if I need something built? Ah, no, I just wanted to drop the energon off an thank you." It also helped that she didn't exactly have anywhere else to be right now. Or ever if she could help it. Except for.... "Oh! I think you might be interested in this. Pipes and I are setting up the first meeting of our Earth Fan Club. Would you like me to let you know when it is?" Gearshift's optics flash excitedly as she asks the engineer.
"Earth fan club?" Wheeljack lifts his head to look back at Gearshift again. "I didn't realize you'd been. What parts of Earth are you going to be talking about? The culture, the machinery, what?" It's not that he's necessarily opposed to the idea. It's just that... well, for a lot of the team of Autobots who stayed with Optimus and then Bumblebee on Earth, it's a bittersweet place. Some parts of Earth Wheeljack can't say he's a fan of.
"Well, that's one of the things I was wondering, but I was going to ask if you'd like to help me with this project, if you don't have anything else to do," Wheeljack says, gesturing at the half-completed scanner.
This is when Gearshfit gives a proud smile and a nod "For a long long time actually, it was where I went when I" She hesitates before quickly finishing "leftcybertron." The femme brightens again in her next reply "Anything really! We pulled a TON of stuff from Pipes' area of storage." Gearshift explains. When Wheeljack asks if she'd like to help him Gearshift is a bit awestruck. He wanted her help? "Absolutely!" she says, and realizing she sounds just a touch too eager, bashfully shrinks and corrects herself "Yes, that would be lovely, thank you."
Gearshift's enthusiasm puts a cheerful glow on Wheeljack's helm fins, and drives a warm laugh out of him. "Great! Here, let me grab a few more parts and we can get to work testing the energon detection systems. You had good timing with those cubes," he says, pulling his still mostly-full one toward them. "If there's tech, count me in," Wheeljack adds, belatedly. "To the Earth meeting, I mean. Or if there's science fiction." He won't go into greater detail than that, at the moment, on why he isn't too happy with the entirety of Earth. Gearshift seems like she needs to have some fun, and he doesn't want to drag her down with discussing that. "Anyway, if we're testing the energon systems, here's what I need you to do..."
Gearshift joins him happily at the workbench and confirms "There will definitely be some tech there, and I can make sure there's science fiction." She beams at the engineer, then turns her attention to the scanner, happy to have something to focus her thoughts on.