It had taken a while, but Wheeljack was finally—finally!—ready to leave. Ready to rid his former comrades of his unwanted presence. It couldn’t have happened soon enough. Once Perceptor had left his lab, he’d gone back to figuring out what he’d absolutely need, and what he could leave behind; in the end it had come down to a generator, a 3D printer, and a lot of odd and ends. As luck would have it, everything fit into his subspace, even the energon he’d surreptitiously gathered over the past few days.
So. He was ready. But as he stood at the door to his lab, looking back inside at what he’d be leaving, he found… he didn’t want to. His lab was safe. It was sanctuary. That might have changed recently, but it didn’t negate years of having lived and worked in it. And… it was his, and he didn’t know if he’d ever return to it.
But he had to leave. He had to. He couldn’t stay here, further burdening the Autobots with his presence. It wasn’t fair to them.
So, after a last, long look, he left. The door hissed shut behind him as he made his way to the Ark entrance. He transformed outside, then headed out into the desert beyond, a dust cloud rising behind him. There was a canyon a considerable distance away that he knew had caves, and he planned to use one of those as a temporary lab. Once there, all he’d have to do was set his equipment up, and finish building the bridge.
…And then return to Prime. It would be simple.
It didn’t feel that way.