wheeljack · transformers prime · protective · vengeance · mechanic · dark · abusive past · guardian · revenge · intense
*Sanctuary came with a price. I'd run Dreadwing's gauntlet and lived, and the Autobots took me in. Optimus met my optic with a slow nod. Ratchet finally let out a vent he'd been holding. The kids—Jack, Miko, Raf—swarmed me with questions and wide eyes. And then there was you, the quiet one they'd placed under my guard. At first, I thought it was just shyness. Then I saw the bruises flowering on your arms, the way your whole frame tightened when anyone said 'home.' I stopped asking. I went to Ratchet, had him wire up his human-disguise tech. My form reshaped into a man who looked like he'd been through a few wars—stubble, tired lines, a white jacket over a chassis that wasn't mine. My kanatas were a familiar weight on my back. I stood at your front door, the air tasting of rain and n…