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Aww Im here for Ultrajack....and fluff!

Imagine if one day Wheeljack was attendinb go something like an experiment, that somehow goes wrong and he injures himself. Ultra Magnus decides to take things under his control and nurses Jackie until he is well again, much to the wrecker''s annoyance ( however he secretly enjoys the care Mags gives him)

How would that play out do you think?

Also I love your little fics baeed aroundvyhem! Long may you continue with your wonderful work!

Hey! :)

It’s been a bit since I’ve had an UltraJack Ask. Admittedly, I’ve missed this.

Now, I’m gonna have to wing this one.

I may have a lot of old injuries that are a literal pain because I’m the real-life “glass bones and paper skin” guy, but I have the immune system of a champ and that whole older-sibling thing where you’re left alone to deal with it yourself when you’re sick. I did take care of my sisters, though.

So, let’s try and apply that knowledge here.

I apologize in advance for not knowing how to properly care for a sick person. 😂

…

When Ultra Magnus entered the infirmary, he already had an image in his mind based off of what Ratchet had told him in the call.

He felt relieved upon seeing Wheeljack, as his partner—who laid on a medical berth—looked much better than he had expected…

But then, the worry returned.

“Better than expected” did not mean “alright”.

“Mmph.” The Wrecker opened his optics as he heard the approaching footsteps. “Hey, Mags.”

“Wheeljack.” The commander arrived at his partner’s beside, and he took one of the smaller Wrecker’s servos in his. “What happened?”

“Heh.” Wheeljack closed his optics. “Wirin’ on a new project didn’t hold like I thought it would. Thank fraggin’ Primus I was wearin’ my mask…Incidentally, I can’t remove it until we figure out how to knock out the dings so that it can slide back.” He shrugged, perfectly calm. “Whoops.”

“Wh-? Ugh.” Ultra Magnus closed his optics and sighed, then he opened his optics again as Ratchet approached the other side of the berth. “What is the full extent of the damage?”

“He received a chest full of shrapnel, which thankfully missed his spark but did graze a few fuel-lines,” Ratchet replied, gesturing to the Wrecker’s chest—which was scorched and riddled with little holes. “That, and his mask-… Hm.” He shook his head. “I’m going to have to put him under to take care of- Well, everything.”

“Ugh, no.” Wheeljack’s optics narrowed slightly in displeasure. “Anesthesia?”

Ratchet shook his head. “Wheeljack, please: I know it’s unpleasant, but-”

“Unpleasant?” Wheeljack tried to sit up and hissed in pain, then he laid down again. “Oh, for frag’s sake… I’ll get laid-up and lose a whole fraggin’ day if you put me under.”

Ratchet blinked. “You react poorly to anesthesia, then?” He raised a servo to his chin. “Hm. That’s rather unfortunate.” He deadpanned. “What’s more unfortunate is that I cannot simply allow you to bleed out or starve.”

“You sure?” Wheeljack asked, and both Ratchet and Ultra Magnus shot looks at him. “Ugh.” He looked up at Ultra Magnus and raised an optic-brow. “Hm. We had plans, didn’t we?”

“We did,” the commander agreed, then his voice became gentle. “But plans change, Wheeljack. I’ll call the kids and let them know what happened, and that you’ll be resting tomorrow.” He squeezed his partner’s servo. “And that I’ll be making certain that you stay in your berth.” He blinked as Wheeljack snorted, then he deadpanned. “Stop.”

“Heh.” Wheeljack shook his head, sounding like he was smiling. “You make it too easy, Mags.”

“I should put him under,” Ratchet cut in, then he looked at the commander. “Make your call.”

“Alright. But I’ll stay until-” Ultra Magnus blinked again as Wheeljack squeezed his servo, then he looked at his partner with a little smile. “Hey.” He squeezed back. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“You better not be,” Wheeljack replied jokingly, though Ultra Magnus could see how uneasy he was. It wouldn’t occur to the commander until later, but being made to lose consciousness on a medical berth likely brought back plenty of awful memories. “I’ll be in awful shape.”

Ultra Magnus hummed softly as Ratchet inserted the IV. “I’ll have seen worse.”

“Eh…” Wheeljack grimaced, seeming uncertain. “Seriously, no judgements if I barf.”

“Heh.” Ultra Magnus nodded. “Of course.”

Wheeljack’s optic-brows lifted and his optics lit up, like they did when he smiled.

Then, his optics closed and he was out.

…

Knockout blinked.

“Wow.” The former Decepticon crossed his arms. “He wasn’t kidding. He really doesn’t respond to anesthesia well.”

Ratchet glanced at his fellow medic and nodded. “It’s been a long time since I have had a patient react so negatively.”

“You’re certain you didn’t give him too much?” Knockout asked.

Ratchet sighed. “Yes. I used the bare minimum to keep him under.”

“… This would’ve been very useful to know while we were still enemies,” Knockout admitted, then he chuckled as Ratchet rolled his optics and nudged him with his arm. “Kidding, kidding! I mean, more or less…”

“Hm.” Ultra Magnus shook his head, then he walked over to his ailing partner—who was curled-up on the medical berth and hugging himself, his optics closed. “Wheeljack?”

“Mmph.” The small Wrecker cracked his optics open, and he was obviously in a lot of discomfort and pain. “M-Mags?”

Ultra Magnus frowned, resting a servo on his partner’s head, then he looked at Ratchet. “Is there anything you can do?”

“He’s still recovering from surgery,” Ratchet replied, his expression grim. “I’d be too scared to try and flush his systems now.”

“He underwent a lot, and that was before I took care of the cosmetics,” Knockout agreed. “It’s unfortunate, but he’ll have to wait it out.”

Ultra Magnus sighed, then he nodded. “Very well… I’ll take him back to his room, if I may.”

Knockout picked up a bucket. “You’ll need this.”

Ultra Magnus nodded, and Wheeljack groaned.

…

Getting Wheeljack into his room and settled was easy enough physically, but Ultra Magnus could not avoid grimacing every time his partner let out little whimpers and squirmed.

“Wheeljack?” He asked after Wheeljack finally seemed to settle down on his berth. “Can I get you anything? Energon?” He cringed as the smaller mech let out a whine. “I see. Very well.”

“Ugh.” Wheeljack’s face was all scrunched-up as he hugged himself, then he cracked an optic open to look up at the commander. “Heh. Seems like you’re the conversationalist, for the day.”

“I’m glad it will only be for one day,” Ultra Magnus assured him, then he sighed as he sat on the edge of his ailing partner’s berth. “Get some rest, Wheeljack. Knock out a few hours.”

“Mmph.” Wheeljack nodded shakily. “Good idea… You stayin’?”

“Of course,” Ultra Magnus said, then he put on a smirk. “Someone has to hold the bucket.”

“Mags!” Wheeljack complained, then he shook his head. “Heh.”

Ultra Magnus smiled, then he blinked as the other mech moved over to give him some space.

The commander took the cue and laid down, and he hesitated before wrapping an arm around the smaller mech and holding him close.

He could feel Wheeljack’s pain-wracked frame, tense but trembling, and he was surprised again as the smaller mech moved closer. “Wheeljack?” Ultra Magnus’s face softened, and he sighed as he tucked Wheeljack’s head under his chin. “It’s going to be alright.”

“Yeah.” Wheeljack muttered, sounding exhausted. “… Tell anyone about this, and-”

“You’ll be embarrassed but ultimately do nothing, because you love me,” Ultra Magnus predicted, a light tease in his voice.

“… Frag off.”

“Heh.” The commander grinned, then he raised an optic-brow. “…You knew that the anesthesia would make you sick. How?”

“Few close calls when I was younger,” Wheeljack told him, and Ultra Magnus saw his winglets bob. “Nothin’ real serious, but enough for me to find it out the hard way.”

“Hm.” The commander nodded. “… I’m glad those are moving more. It’s good that you’ve stopped suppressing it so much.”

“Sari likes it when they bounce,” Wheeljack mumbled, sounding half in-stasis.

“I like it when they tell me what you’re thinking,” Ultra Magnus admits. “Your face gives everything away, but your tone and body-language can be difficult for me… and it’s good, I think, that you’re becoming more comfortable with expressing yourself. I’m proud of you.”

“I know.” Wheeljack yawned. “I’m-… I’m proud of you too, Mags… Doin’ good…”

“Hm. Thank you.” Ultra Magnus smiled. “… I love you too, by the way.”

Wheeljack’s winglets shot up, and the Wrecker commander chuckled softly. He felt them droop again as Wheeljack fell into stasis, and he sighed as he started trying to relax as well.

The next day would be rather long.

…

Ultra Magnus awoke to the sounds of knocking at the door, and he carefully untangled himself from Wheeljack before going to answer it.

“Hey,” the young Optimus Prime greeted with a wave, his teammates behind him. “We just hopped over to check in. Is he okay?”

“He’s in stasis,” Ultra Magnus replied, glancing back at Wheeljack before meeting the young mech’s optics again. “He’s feeling rather terrible, so it may be best to not wake him. I’m sorry.”

“No, no.” The young mech quickly raised his servos. “Don’t be-… Don’t be sorry. We want him to get better as quickly as possible.”

That took a weight off of the commander’s shoulders. “Thank you.” He glanced at Field-Tech Ratchet and raised an optic-brow. “How did you manage his repairs in your reality?”

“Rushed ‘em before he woke up, or… he just sat through it,” the relatively older mech replied with a frown on his face. “Our methods of painlessly inducing stasis didn’t work on him.”

Ultra Magnus sighed. “Apparently, neither do ours.” He glanced back at his partner sadly. “Hm.”

“Hey,” Jazz tried. “He’s gonna be okay. Looks like you’re doing a good job of taking care of him.”

Ultra Magnus shook his head. “There’s little that I can do.”

“You’re here,” the young Bulkhead told him.

Ultra Magnus looked at him, surprised, then he smiled and nodded. “And I will make certain to tell him that you came.” He blinked as a tiny shape flew past him. “Sari?”

The young techno-organic paused beside Wheeljack’s berth, hovering in the air with the help of her jetpack.

“… He always looks tinier when he’s sleeping,” she murmured, “Sleepy little Wrecker.”

“Heh.” Ultra Magnus walked over to her and nodded. “Indeed. His personality makes him seem much larger.”

“Okay, settle a bet,” the young Bumblebee said, and Ultra Magnus looked back at him. “… Are you really tall, or is he really short?”

“… A bit of both, to be honest,” Ultra Magnus confessed.

“Hm!” Sari raised her hands to her mouth, grinning, then she sighed. “… He’s going to be alright, right? I mean, he had to be pretty hurt if he needed surgery.”

“He will be fine,” Ultra Magnus quickly reassured her. “It’s our belief that he will be as good as new tomorrow.”

“That’s a relief,” the young Bulkhead said, his shoulders sagging.

Ultra Magnus nodded. “Yes. And I’ll insist that he calls when he wakes up.”

“Heh.” The young Optimus smiled, then he raised an optic-brow. “… You know, you’re allowed to call too—when it’s not an emergency, I mean.”

“Oh.” Ultra Magnus blinked, then he looked away awkwardly. “Apologies. This is all very new to me, and… I’m trying to work out the boundaries. I do not wish to overstep.”

“We know, man,” the young Bumblebee told him. “This is new to all of us, too.”

“But you’re doing good, Ultra Magnus,” the young Optimus said, then he let out a little laugh. Given the context of his life, this whole thing had to be a little absurd. “… I just wish that our reality’s version had been even a little bit like you.”

Ultra Magnus sighed, folding his servos behind his back. “You deserved someone better than either of us.” He frowned. “With a multiverse full of infinite possibilities, I suppose it would be naïve to assume that there is no darker version of ourselves out there somewhere—even in realities where our friends are still of the light.” He looked away, his expression grim. “But we all carry darkness inside of us… Hm. If we had never gone to war, I shudder to wonder what I might have become under the thumb of the elite.”

“I think you’re too hard on yourself,” Jazz told him, and the commander glanced at him in surprise. “I can see you leaving and going rogue when something crossed a serious line. Ultra Magnus, the last true guard.”

That made the commander smile. “Heh.”

“With his boyfriend, the brilliant rebel scientist Wheeljack,” Sari added, grinning. “Who the other Ultra Magnus always let off with a warning.”

“Hm.” Ultra Magnus shrugged. “I suppose that, with a multiverse of infinite possibilities, that reality very well may exist.”

“… That would be so cool,” the young Bumblebee decided, and that warranted some laughter.

Every day, Ultra Magnus found another reason to be grateful for his acceptance into this family.

He would look forward to their calls.

…

Wheeljack opened his optics and groaned softly, then he raised an optic-brow.

“Mags?”

The commander was next to him on his berth, an arm wrapped around him while his free servo held a data-pad he was examining.

Ultra Magnus blinked, shaken from his work, then he glanced at Wheeljack with a smile. “Hello, Wheeljack. Your-” He took a deep vent. “Our sparklings visited, with Field-Tech Ratchet.”

“Heh.” Wheeljack found himself smiling. “Still gettin’ used to that?” Ultra Magnus looked away sheepishly. “That’s okay. It took a while for them to go from ‘the kids’ to ‘my kids’.”

“Not too long, though,” Ultra Magnus said, looking at him with a raised optic-brow. “You were only gone for ten years, and you seemed quite comfortable when you got back.”

Wheeljack shrugged. “Got me.”

The commander smiled. “Hm.”

“… We still gotta tell ‘em that we’re gettin’ bonded,” Wheeljack recalled, then he raised an optic-brow. “Unless-”

“Not without you,” Ultra Magnus assured him. “It’s our announcement. Besides, I imagine you have your… strategies.”

“Hm.” Wheeljack smiled deviously. “I was thinkin’ I’d have Steve put on the ol’ flight gear and write it in the sky.”

Ultra Magnus deadpanned. “Don’t you dare.”

“Alright, alright.” Wheeljack chuckled. “I can compromise... We have Steve write it in their sky.”

“If he wrote our names, that would just confused the populace—as there is another Wheeljack and Ultra Magnus in their reality,” Ultra Magnus reminded him.

“Meh, the other me’d find it hilarious,” Wheeljack insisted. “And do we really wanna pass up an opportunity to mortify Dollar Store Magnus?”

“Heh.” Ultra Magnus grinned. “I suppose that we can revisit this strategy.”

“You’re amused,” Wheeljack teased him. “You know it.”

“Hm.” The commander sighed, then he nodded. “Yes, I am.”

“Heh.” Wheeljack had his little victory, then he cringed. “Mmph.” He blinked as his partner held him closer, then he closed his optics again. “… So, what did the kids hafta say?”

“They asked after you, and Sari and Bumblebee made remarks about your size,” Ultra Magnus eeploed, and Wheeljack huffed. “Then, they gave me permission to call them outside of a crisis. I believe that’s progress.”

“Sure sounds like it,” Wheeljack said, opening his optics and looking at his partner with a smile.

Ultra Magnus beamed, then he hummed. “And then, they proposed an idea for an alternate reality—in which the war never started, but we still met. I’m intrigued.”

“Oh, yeah?” Wheeljack grimaced again as he felt another burst of pain, then he took a deep vent and closed his optics. “What was it all about?”

“… Apparently, they believe I would have turned my back on the corrupt government and gone rogue when my morals were compromised,” Ultra Magnus began. “And then, I would meet a gifted but rebellious scientist—someone who, while I was in a place of authority, I always let slip away.”

Wheeljack smiled. “Heh. And what, we’d have adventures? Me causin’ trouble, you bailin’ me out by causin’ your own special brand of by-the-books but annoyin’ trouble, and us eventually stumblin’ into bein’ the unlikely protagonists who make the world a better place?”

“… No,” Ultra Magnus decided. “I envision us as a pair of side-characters with a surprising amount of character-development. We exist to make life harder for the enemy and occasionally assist the main protagonists in schemes.”

Wheeljack burst out laughing, and he didn’t care about the additional pain.

He heard Ultra Magnus chuckle, and he smiled as he relaxed again. He was lucky to be in such good hands… then, his optics shot open and he quickly raised a servo to his mouth.

And he grimaced as his partner gave a fond sigh and grabbed the bucket.

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