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[playfultyrant]

[ Some time has passed before Megatron is able to answer his poor little soldier. ]

There is nothing to be sorry for, Wheeljack. It's nothing I can't fix. We can't fix

Thrones are replaceable no matter how vintage... you are not

[incendiarism3]

[Wheeljack had finally started to doze in the meantime, but comes awake with a start as soon as he feels his datapad vibrate beside him]

[Hearing his lord's voice is soothing in such a frightening place as the medibay, let alone the reassurances. He barely remembered a lot of what had happened during the brawl, but he remembered his lord crouched over him, pulling him closer while his wings had moved to create a shadow over Wheeljack's face]

[He listens to the message several times in a row before he messages back]

I am... so very very grateful, my lord... I hope I will be better next time you need me. That I'll make you proud... No matter how long it takes...

[playfultyrant]

You already make me proud, young Wheeljack. The only thing you need to do to make me prouder is survive.

Survive for me, grow in strength and I will start to train you more personally

[incendiarism3]

[Wheeljack has to press his face into the slab for a few moments, struggling with too many emotions all at once. He tried to speak and his voice failed him. Tried again, and it came out soft and wavering]

I will, my lord Megatron. I promise you. I will not fail you again, not while my spark is alight.

You have always... you have always been there for me. I want so badly to be there for you, too.

[playfultyrant]

I will see to it you don't. It will take time. But I will make you better and together we will sniff out the weakness that plagues you.

I have not had you as long as I have had my other inner circle. But you will match them some day soon

[incendiarism3]

Thank you, it... thank you. I know we will. Better to burn it out than let it fester, right?

[He lets his head rest back on his curled arm. His expression pulls, and he thinks of Starscream and how he'd said people might kill Megatron if he started a panic. He wishes he believed in what he's saying as much as he used to]

I hope so. Will I be almost as skilled as you are, if I try every day?

[playfultyrant]

That is up to your own dedication and will. And sadly size.

Nothing against your small stature. But I need to give you stronger steel so you can stand a chance

[incendiarism3]

[Wheeljack doesn't hesitate to respond, wanting to be stronger but wanting even more to please his lord and to make him proud]

If you think it will help, my lord? More armor would certainly be of assistance to you, wouldn't it? I look forward to it.

[playfultyrant]

[ At this point Antlers no longer replies. Wheeljack is exactly where he wants him.

And nothing can take that from him.]