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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: THIS CHAPTER IS PURELY FLUFF~! If you're looking for any part of the plot in this one you're going to be in for a large disappointment. Also, for the record- THIS IS A TRUE STORY! This actually happened to myself, Kallipso and Anya once on a road trip to see a concert in another state. :P
Chapter One Hundred: On the Road Again
“Is it me, or do we look really noticeable?” Sam murmured as he looked at the people standing on the sidewalks of city just staring at the group of cars go by.
“We do look rather… remarkable,” Ron chuckled as he glanced at the different disguised Cybertronions around them. “Especially Soundmaker.”
“Dad… It’s Soundwave,” Sam stressed with a frown at his father.
Ron shrugged. “Whatever.”
Sam sighed as he sat back in his seat and turned to look at the side view mirror at the ‘Cons behind them. With Optimus leading the way, there was really nothing to look at in the front. Optimus was followed by Ratchet and Ironhide, then ‘Bee and themselves who were followed by Barricade and the Lancaster’s. Soundwave was behind him with Epps and his team so Sam couldn’t see Jazz and the others.
“Is there a reason we had to go through the city?” Bumblebee asked through his radio to Optimus. “I hate the city! It’s a slagging maze and people are staring at us.”
“-It’s the quickest way to the highway,-” Optimus sent back.
Bumblebee just sighed and Sam gave the dash a small pat. “At least we have the diplomatic plates,” he said with a smile. “It could be worse, the cops could pull us over.”
“Thank Primus for that,” Bumblebee groused.
“-Not even out of the city and we’re already having problems,-” Barricade’s voice came through the comm.. “-A sign of things to come?-”
“I hope not,” Bumblebee muttered.
“Damn it ‘Bee! Breaks!” Ron in the drivers seat suddenly shouted as he put his foot against the break automatically even though he wasn’t in control of what the mech did.
“Slag it!” ‘Bee shouted as the light before them changed and he slammed to a halt.
“-Damn it bug!-” Barricade shouted as the other came to a sudden stop.
“-Slag!-”
“-Look out!-”
“-What the slag is going on up there?-”
Sam sighed as they could hear everyone behind them trying to figure out what was going on since they couldn’t see past Soundwave’s bulk. “That wasn’t good,” Sam muttered as he re-adjusted his seat belt.
“You’re telling me,” ‘Bee muttered. “Hey Optimus! We’re stuck at a light.”
“-A light?-” Optimus called back
“-How did you guys get stuck back there?-” Ironhide demanded.
“The light was already yellow when you went through,” Bumblebee grumbled.
“-Well we can’t stop,-” Ratchet added. “-I don’t see anywhere we can pull off either.-”
“-So we’re at a light?-” Jazz’s voice entered the conversation. “-That’s why we’re stop?-”
“Unfortunately,” ‘Bee sent back.
“-Like I said,-” Barricade sighed. “-This trip is done for from the beginning.-”
“You shut up,” ‘Bee growled at Barricade. “Optimus, can you pull over and wait for us?”
“-No, we’re stuck in the flow,-” Optimus replied worriedly.
“Then where should we meet you?”
“-I don’t think that there’s anywhere we can really stop,-” Optimus sent back.
“-I knew we shouldn’t have left during rush hour,-” Ironhide grumbled.
“-‘Bee, we’re turning down ninth,-” Ratchet announced, trying to keep the others informed as to their location.
“Ninth Street or Ninth Avenue?” ‘Bee questioned.
“I think the street is closer,” Sam muttered.
“It’s by the McDonalds,” Ron added helpfully.
“Are you by the McDonalds?” ‘Bee asked.
There was a pause from the three older mechs. “-No… but I see a Burger King,-” Ratchet sent back hesitantly.
“-We’re by the pet shop!-” Ironhide called back.
“Okay, I know where you are, stay there!” ‘Bee called out as the light changed and they proceeded forward again.
“-We can’t. The light changed,-” Optimus told him.
“Slag it! Pull into a parking lot or something!” ‘Bee growled.
“-We’ll try,-” Ironhide told him.
“Okay… wait. Hang on a sec. Hey ‘Cade? You know any short cuts to twelfth?” ‘Bee sent back to the mustang behind him.
“-Try taking a left by the electronics store,-” Barricade offered. “-If there isn’t a train, we should beat them.-”
“-I think we should go by the post office,-” Steve countered. “-We could come out on main by the theater.-”
“-I don’t think that Soundwave could make those curves-” Barricade told him. “-Turn at the electronics store!-”
“There are three, which one?” ‘Bee shot back as he looked around at all the stores around them.
“-The one with the yellow sign!-”
They drove for a few moments. “This doesn’t look right,” Bumblebee muttered.
“I think Steve might have been right to turn at the post office,” Ron muttered.
“Don’t look at us. You’re the ones who live here,” ‘Bee told him sourly.
“In the suburbs,” Ron countered. “I rarely come to the shopping district unless I absolutely have to.”
“I hate to say it, but I think that Mom would have been the better choice here,” Sam chuckled.
“-You know... that’s not a bad idea,-” Barricade mused. “-You guys have a cell phone?-”
“No…” Sam growled with a sharp look at his father.
“Can’t you people use your own phone?” Ron asked ignoring Sam's heated glare.
“Well, we could,” ‘Bee told him, “but I don’t know the phone number. You ‘Cade?”
“-Why the slag would I call the base’s phone number?-” Barricade shot back.
“You know a lot of weird stuff like that,” ‘Bee countered.
“-I do not know the phone number for the base.-”
“I don’t know it either,” Sam shook his head.
“Don’t look at me,” Ron quickly denied.
‘Bee sighed. “Does anybody know our phone number?”
“-We’re lost, aren’t we?-” Jazz groaned. “-Dang it ‘Bee! Why’d you lead us down here?-”
“It’s not my fault! ‘Cade told me to turn!”
"-Couldn't Soundwave call Blaster to get Judy?-" Jazz called out.
"-Judy's would probably be in the human barracks,-" Barricade explained. "-Easier to just call her directly.-"
“-Hey Sam! What’s Mikaela’s number?-” Miles suddenly asked over the radio.
Sam blinked in surprise. “Oh yeah!” He quickly rattled it off and ‘Bee placed the call.
“-Hello?-” Mikaela’s surprised voice came over the line.
“Hey Mikaela, are you by my mom?” Sam asked.
“-What?-”
“We got separated from Optimus and some others. They’re on…”
“-We’re just crossing south,-” Optimus called out.
“And we’re by the Ford dealership,” Sam finished.
“-Hang on.-” Mikaela disappeared for a moment before Judy came on.
“-You’re going to want to turn right at the light,-” She told them. “-Now make a left by the movie rental then another right by the pizza parlor.-”
“Okay,” ‘Bee said as he spotted the pizzeria. “Now what?”
“-Another right by the book store.-”
“Oh my god, there they are!” Ron cried as he spotted the recognizable flamed design.
“-Good luck boys,-” Judy chuckled.
“Thanks!” Sam, ‘Bee and Barricade all said at once.
“Bye hon,” Ron chuckled.
“Okay,” ‘Bee said as they turned left, ahead of Optimus and the others who were waiting for the turn light. “We just took a little tour of the city. No harm, no foul.”
“-And on your left is the Breakfast Nook Restaurant, closed for rat infestation,-” Barricade chuckled.
There was a long pause from the line behind them. “-Perhaps I should be leading,-” Prowl’s came over the air waves.
“-You could, but that doesn’t mean we’ll follow,-” Barricade chuckled.
“-Actually, that may not be a bad idea,-” Jazz murmured. “-One at the front, one at the rear.-”
“-What?-” Prowl questioned. “-Just what are you suggesting?-”
“-A police escort man!-” Jazz chuckled. "-That would be so awesome!-"
“-You know, he has a point,-” Ratchet added thoughtfully.
“-It could certainly get us through the lights,-” Ironhide added.
“-Wait… what?-” Barricade seemed to be rather surprised.
“-Have you in the lead with your lights on and Prowl in the back and we should be through here in no time,-” Jazz chuckled.
“-If that’s the plan, then perhaps the Lancaster’s should move so Barricade can activate his hologram,-” Optimus suggested.
“-Might be best,-” Ratchet agreed. “-Would you mind Jack?-”
“-What?-” Wheeljack seemed to be surprised at being addressed so suddenly. “-Oh no, I don’t mind.-”
“Okay… so where do we stop so they can move?” ‘Bee asked aloud.
“-Slag it,-” Barricade muttered.
Frenzy, Rumble, Ravage, Buzzsaw and Laserbeak all just stared down at the radio in complete and utter disbelief from where they were hidden in the back of Soundwave. Frenzy turned to Rumble, his optics bright with worry. “We’re do-do-doomed.”
“Now you’re sounding like Barricade,” Rumble frowned.
“I think he may be right,” Ravage said with a frown as he curled up under the small pull down table. “We’re not even out of the city yet. We may all die on this trip.”
“Perhaps…” Soundwave mused.
“Perhaps?” Rumble repeated in surprise. “I think it’s a certainty.”
“We’re not there yet. Let’s just wait and see,” Epps was the next one to speak.
“-Slag it! This guy just cut me off!-” There was a yelp from Ironhide. “-And now he’s only going thirty! Prime! Wait up!-”
The smaller mechs turned to just stared at the human in the front seat pointedly. “That’s long enough. We are doomed,” Epps shrugged
“That’s wh-what I s-s-said!” Frenzy frowned.
“Much better!” Barricade cried aloud as they speed down the highway.
“We’ll with two patrol cars and an ambulance all leading the way, we made pretty good time,” Optimus chuckled.
“The FBI vehicle didn’t hurt either,” Jazz snickered as he pulled momentarily along side the ‘Con on the four lane highway.
“Jazz, speed it up there,” Prowl suddenly shouted, appearing right behind Jazz’s bumper.
Bumblebee and Sam watched amused as Prowl practically herded his husband away from the ‘Con’s Communications officer and speed past Optimus. “Sheep. It’s like watching sheep,” ‘Bee chuckled.
“More like sparklings,” Optimus huffed as the younger mech pulled along side him. “And to think they’re having a sparkling of their own.”
“Think of it as the ultimate irony,” Ratchet laughed. “The most childish of our team are the ones having the kids.”
“They’ll be repenting their ways, that’s for sure,” Ironhide laughed.
“Slag it! Stay together!” Prowl shouted as he cut ahead of Jazz and slowed down sharply, forcing his husband to do the same… or at least he tired as Jazz weaved out and around him.
“Hah!” Jazz cried. “I’m leading now!”
“Not for long Jazz!” Optimus called out. “There’s traffic ahead.”
Jazz looked ahead of himself and frowned at the sea of break lights. “Slagging rush hour!”
“There now… you see?” Prowl huffed as he pulled back along side the small Pontiac.
“Yeah… whatever,” Jazz murmured.
Barricade sighed as he quickly darted in front of Wheeljack and got behind ‘Bee again. “Perhaps we should avoid the toll roads!” he called to Optimus. “Especially since we don’t have any change to throw at ‘em!”
“Perhaps Will or Epps could go first and flash them their military badges and we can get through?” Optimus suggested.
“No can do,” Will told him. “They’re worse than meter maids.”
“We could always go through the automatic lanes,” Jazz called back. “Can we override their counters?”
“You mean send out a signal like their little electronic toll booths?” Ratchet asked surprised. “Hey Wheeljack. How long before you can synthesize that wave?”
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about!” Wheeljack called back. “What is a toll?”
“We’ll stick to the back roads,” Optimus announced flatly.
“Then we may want to get off at this ramp,” Ron told him. “The first toll is in four miles.”
“But that ramp takes us to the airport…” Optimus said puzzled as he looked over at the ramp in question.
“No, Ron’s right. We need to do a loop. Turn on this one and then turn on the next one,” Steve clarified.
“If you say so but-”
“Out of the way!”
“Excuse us! Hot mechs coming through!”
“What the slag?” Wheeljack yelped as he quickly slammed on his breaks as there was a sudden flash of red on his left and yellow on right. Soundwave really didn’t have to move since they couldn’t do anything to him anyway and watched amused as the two shiny Lamborghini’s speed by.
“Oh slag it, what are the Lambo’s doing here?” Barricade muttered as he checked his rear camera.
“What the-? Sunstreaker? Sideswipe? What are you doing here?” Jazz called out surprised.
“WHAT?” Optimus, Prowl and Ratchet yelped.
“Sunstreaker! Sideswipe! I told you to remain at the base!” Optimus bellowed.
“You’re completely out of line!” Prowl added. “Disobeying a direct order and-”
“DAMN IT SUNNY! SLOW DOWN!” Ratchet bellowed, completely drowning out Prowl’s voice.
“But come on! This is how we’re meant to drive!” Sunny called out joyously as he speed by.
“Um…Sunny? Maybe he’s right…” Sideswipe said tentatively.
“Why?” Sunny called back. “We’re fine.”
“Slag it, what are you guys doing out here?” Optimus demanded as he speed up slightly to catch up.
“-What? What’s going on out there?-” Perceptor suddenly called out over the radio. “-Optimus. Are we in trouble?-”
“Possibly,” Optimus muttered.
“Slag it you two. Why are you here?” Prowl insisted to know.
“We wanted to come along!” Sunny told him as they reached the traffic and almost came to a full stop.
“Yeah! We had to stay behind last time and look at all the fun you guys had!”
“Being thrown into stasis is your idea of fun?” Bumblebee shouted.
“-Slag it! Use your radios!-” Jazz called out as he spotted some cars with the windows down and the people looking around.
“-We just want to help,-” Sides insisted.
“-Oh you’ll help alright. You’ll turn right around and go back to home base,-” Prowl nearly shouted.
“-But we’re already here!-” Sunny whined.
“-Yeah. You can’t just send us back!-” Sides agreed.
“-It doesn’t matter, you broke rank!-” Prowl insisted.
“-So I take it you’re going to see to it they follow your orders and go back with them Prowl?-” Optimus drawled.
Prowl hesitated and looked over at Jazz. “-Wheeljack?-”
“-No!-” Wheeljack sent back sharply.
“-Don’t look at me. I’d probably just shoot ‘em before we get back,-” Ironhide chuckled.
“-But what about-?-”
“-Face it Prowl, I think they’re coming along,-” Optimus sighed.
“YAY!” Sunny cheered.
“-Radio’s!-” nearly all the Autobots shouted at him.
“-Oops.-”
“-Three hours in and we’re already in danger of getting caught,-” Barricade sighed.
“That’s not our problem,” Bumblebee told everyone, horrified. “We’re in the toll lane!”
“WHAT?”
“-Slag! How do we get out of this?-” Jazz yelped.
“-Does anyone have any quarters?-” Ratchet called out.
“-A quarter of what?-” Prowl asked near hysterics himself.
“-Oh for crying out loud,-” Barricade muttered. “-Yo Soundwave! You have any roller lights on ya?-”
“-No. Why?-”
“-Get in the middle between Jazz and Wheeljack. Hey Prowl! Get to the rear and cover! We’ll do that police escort again!-”
“-What?-” Prowl shouted surprised.
“-Just turn on your lights!-” Barricade snapped as he speed ahead of the group and quickly turned on his own lights. With a quick flick of a switch, he activated his own hologram, the older version he thought was best and pulled up to the booth.
“Seventy five cents,” the young kid said without looking up.
“Sorry kid, but we’ve got precious cargo that needs to go up to Washington immediately,” Barricade’s hologram “said” and the kids head whipped up in surprise. “Five cars, one emergency ambulance, a truck and a big rig. Oh and the RV back there belongs to the Feds followed by my partner.” There was a gasp from Prowl but ‘Cade ignored him.
“Umm…”
“It’s time sensitive material. We’ve got a deadline kid,” Barricade said pointedly. The kid blinked and quickly raised the gate. “Your country thanks you for your services.”
“-Um… Barricade. I don’t think- -” Optimus began.
“-Just pull through before someone starts to ask questions!-” Barricade quickly commanded as he speed past the gate. Bumblebee wasn’t about to let the opportunity slid by and also speed past with Jazz and Ironhide right behind him.
“You know you’re just abusing your alt form, right?” Bumblebee told the mustang.
“It got us through though,” Sam smiled.
“-That was fun!-” Steve’s voice came through the radio.
“-You have to admit, the toll roads are faster,-” Ratchet said slyly.
“-Oh all right!-” Optimus huffed. “-But we can’t do that for all of them. Wheeljack, try and figure out how to override their fast lane signals.-”
“-And what about the Lambos?-” Ironhide drawled.
Optimus sighed again. “-Unfortunately it’s too late to take them back.-”
“YAY!” The twins shouted aloud again and this time, no one bothered to reprimand them.
“-Soundwave. If you could get in touch with Blaster so he can alert Red as to where his two missing members are at.-”
“-Affirmative.-”
Barricade sighed as the traffic thinned and they began speeding down the road once more. “Like I said. We’re so dead.”
-To Be Continued

Author's Note: -snickers- Like I said, that really happened and we did have to call one of our mothers to figure out how to get to the highway. Anyway, typical disclaimer: McDonalds and Burger King arn't mine blah, blah, blah. Please join us next time for chapter One Hundred and One: Crikey!
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