Fang groaned slightly and leaned her back against the wall, curling her legs in as her tail wrapped around them. Boredom. After catching a virus from Primus-knows-where, the femme was forced to stay in the room and rest. She felt absolutely horrible from the virus, and everyone noticed. Her ears and tail drooped as if too lazy to stay up, her purple optics were dimmed slightly, and her faceplate was red. She would cough from time to time and her voice was crackly.

She soon dazed out, trying to think how she caught the virus in the first place. Maybe… no… Maybe it was… No, that can’t be it… What about…? No…

“Boo!”

Fang was about to let out a scream, but a gray hand quickly covered her mouth and muffled it out. She quickly turned, noticing that the lights had been turned off, and looked around, seeing blue glowing panels.

What spooked her was that nobody was in the room and she didn’t hear the door open.

“Sorry, kitten. Didn’t mean to scare you that much,” Wheeljack laughed, his panels glowing more brightly as he scratched the back of his head.

Fang immediately flung her arm to smack Wheeljack’s faceplate, but the mechanic quickly moved out of the way before she could. “Wheeljack! You know I hate it when you spook me like that!”

“Aw, I’m sorry, kitten,” Wheeljack chuckled. “Don’t have to be in such a bad mood now.”

Fang sighed. “It’s not you; it’s being cooped up in this room. San-san said I have to stay and rest until Ratchet can help me, but he’s busy with some of the others right now from that last Decepticon attack.”

“Why aren’t you resting?” Wheeljack asked, sitting next to Fang on the berth as he stroked her ears.

“I can’t,” Fang pouted, resting her head on Wheeljack’s shoulder. “I’m not tired at all.”

Wheeljack paused, glad that his mask hid his smirk as he said, “I know a way to make you tired.”

Fang turned to Wheeljack, a questioning expression on her faceplate as she asked in her crackly voice, “What?” When Wheeljack gave off an odd look, Fang stared at him suspiciously. “What are you…?” Her purple optics widened slightly, realizing it. “Okay, I think you have a virus in your systems somewhere!”

“What?” Wheeljack asked innocently.

“I know what that look is! There is no way I’m interfacing in my condition!” She let out a small cough, trying to clear her throat so it didn’t sound so crackly.

Wheeljack dug his fingers in Fang’s neck, stroking the wires gently. “Aw, come on. It’s been a while since the last time, and we both need some things off our minds at the moment. You with your virus, me with my shifts… You’ll enjoy it.”

Fang’s head pressed against Wheeljack’s gray hand softly as she let out a purr, her body melting against the mech’s touch on her sensitive wires. Her purple optics powered off for a moment, forgetting everything from the soft touch, before quickly snapping out of her daze and slapping Wheeljack’s hand away, turning to him. She opened her mouth to speak, but Wheeljack leaned forward and crawled over the femme, making Fang lay on her back slightly to avoid getting her nose hit by Wheeljack’s face mask.

“Wh-Wheeljack, I said no!” Fang snapped as she blushed slightly, slapping Wheeljack’s hand away when he tried to dig his fingers into her torso. “What don’t you understand?”

“Why you’re saying ‘no’,” Wheeljack chuckled.

“I said NO.”

“But why, kitten?” Wheeljack pouted.

“’Cause my virus is contagious! You’re gonna catch it if we interface!”

Wheeljack gave her a doubtful look. “That’s your best excuse?”

Fang was about to say something when she simply laughed, her optic ridges rising in surprise. “Wow Wheeljackie. I didn’t know you were like that. So you’re not gonna stop bugging me until we interface?”

“Yup.”

Fang sighed. “I warned you, remember that.”

Wheeljack’s mask retracted, and he almost immediately locked lips with Fang as he leaned forward to lay her back on the berth. Fang’s ears twitched slightly from the sudden movement, but she wrapped her arms around Wheeljack’s neck and curled her tail around his thigh, giving it a tight squeeze as their optics powered off. Fang could feel Wheeljack’s fingers quickly enter her circuits, and she had to force herself to not squirm under those delightful touches. With Wheeljack’s skilled fingers, it was hard not to mewl from the feeling.

Fang warned him, but he didn’t believe her.

*X*X*X*

“Hey ‘Jack, been lookin’ fer ya,” Jazz said, walking into the lab. “I was wonderin’ if ya could—Whoa, ‘Jack!”

Wheeljack turned to Jazz, his blue optics dimmed slightly and his faceplate red. He let out a cough, sitting down on the chair from feeling slightly weak. He looked horrible.

Jazz walked next to him, his hand on the other’s shoulder, as he asked, “Man, ‘Jack, what happened ta ya? Ya were lookin’ fine yesterday!”

“Virus…” Wheeljack said, his voice crackly.

“Yer lookin’ as bad as Fang did yesterday.”

Wheeljack let out a cough, laughing slightly. “The virus got transferred to me.”

“But how…?” Jazz’s optics widened slightly, and he paused as he stared at Wheeljack, seeing the mechanic give off another chuckle. “Don’t tell me ya… So tha’s why Fang looks a lot better today! So even you can get some!”

Wheeljack glared at Jazz. “Even I can get ‘some’? And what do you mean by that?”

“Uh… gotta go!” With that, Jazz dashed out of the room.

Wheeljack leaned back in his chair, chuckling. So Fang wasn’t lying when she said that the virus would be transferred, which would explain the reason why she looked great today. Now he knew what Fang felt like that whole day, and he couldn’t blame her at all for not wanting to be with him. He felt like slag. He thought about it, trying to think if he should regret doing it.

“It was worth it,” Wheeljack decided, chuckling.