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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: Here's the thing. Some poor animal decided to go and die in the wall of the computer room. I am currently holding my breath in order to post. It's not working. -groan- Anyway, please enjoy!
Chapter One Hundred Three: Everyone's Got Problems
“At least this one looks stable,” Starscream frowned as he stared up at the structure, this one blessedly not purple. He gave Hook and Scrapper a sideways look. “Is this one going to stay up?”
“As long as no one shoots it, it should be fine,” Scrapper replied scathingly.
“Speaking of, where has Misfire gone off too?” Hook asked with a small smirk.
Starscream’s look got darker. “Off the planet if he knows what’s good for him,” he grumbled.
Hook shook his head as he looked back up at the tower that was almost complete. “What’s left?” he asked Scrapper beside him.
Scrapper consulted the small data pad in his hands. “Just some basic paneling that needs to be put up but other than that we should have a rather well working structure.”
“Thank Primus,” Starscream huffed. He stared at the building critically, glancing left and then right with a bit of a frown on his face. “Where’s the door?”
Scrapper looked up from his data pad. “What?”
Starscream glared at him. “The door,” he repeated with a sneer. “Where’s the door?”
Scrapper frowned as he glanced at the building again. “Should be around the other side,” he said pointing towards the left. Starscream nodded as he made his way around the structure and disappeared.
Hook gave Scrapper’s shoulder a friendly thump after their supposed leader walked out of sight. “Good work. Didn’t take you that long either.”
“Once we had the basic blueprint it was easy enough to construct,” Scrapper said with a shrug.
“I’m just glad we now have shelter from this planet’s horrifying rain,” Scavenger announced bitterly as he wandered over. “I hate this planet’s ecosystem. Give me sheet metal and iron any day.”
“I hear ya there,” Scrapper said with a nod as he typed into the pad. “This planet is a right pain in the aft.”
“Hey! You got it up! Thought it was going to be a while yet...”
The three Constructicons turned to find the enforcers wandering over, returning from their perimeter patrol. “Didn’t take us as long as we thought,” Scavenger answered Runabout’s cheerful greeting.
Both of the gunners looked up at the tower and Runamuck grinned widely. “It’s not purple!”
“No, we ran out of paint,” Scrapper explained, never once looking up from his data pad.
“Thank Primus,” Mixmaster chuckled as he wandered over with Longhaul. “Talk about sticking out from a crowd. I’m amazed we haven’t been found yet.”
“I highly doubt that the humans are smart enough to find us,” Scavenger stated haughtily.
“True, but what surprises me is that the Autobots haven’t found us yet,” Hook said uneasily.
“What do you mean?” Scrapper asked finally glancing up from his data pad, even if it was only for a few seconds. “That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
“Hook does have a point,” Longhaul agreed with a rather thoughtful look on his face. “The Autobots aren’t idiots. Especially Prime.”
“And after Misfires… adventure at LAX, it’s even more surprising that they haven’t come after us,” Hook finished with a puzzled frown.
Runabout shrugged. “You have to admit, we haven’t really done anything on this planet yet. Maybe they’re waiting to see what we’ll do.”
“It’s Starscream in charge,” Thundercracker announced as he wandered over finally, Skywarp trailing behind him. “I would expect that the Autobots wouldn’t like that.”
Scrapper looked up from his data pad and frowned at the two seekers. “And just where have you been?” he growled as he glared at them one at a time.
Thundercracker shrugged. “Around,” he grinned.
Scrapper looked as if he was about to say more when Skywarp suddenly fell forward and crashed into Thundercracker’s back, just leaning against his mate. “I don’t feel so good…” he whined pitifully, startling the others.
Hook instantly went into doctor mode. “What have you eaten in the last twenty-four hours?” he demanded.
“Um…” Skywarp’s face scrunched up as he thought. “Five cans of crude oil, some gasoline, a couple of my ration cubes…” he paused. “That was breakfast, then for lunch I had-”
Hook sighed as the other Constructicons all chuckled. “Enough Sky, you’re fine.”
“But I don’t feel fine,” the purple and black jet moaned as he leaned against Thundercraker even more.
“You’ll live,” his husband told him with a small smirk before turning back to the others. “So how’s the tower holding up?”
“It’s still standing isn’t it?” Scrapper chuckled.
Thundercracker and the others all nodded and then the world exploded. Rather, the tower exploded and everyone jumped at the sound. “MOVE!” Thundercraker shouted as he whirled around and ran, Skywarp having already used his unique abilities to reappear at the other side of the quarry. The others wasted no time as they too bolted towards safety. All the Decepticons spun around and watched as flames soon overtook the large building. The few windows that they had shattered outward and glass fell down like sparkling rain.
“Look at that thing go,” Runamuck whistled lowly.
“I don’t believe it!” Scrapper wailed as they watched the top portion of the tower topple over like a felled tree. “It was perfect! There’s absolutely no reason it should have exploded!”
“Well it’s burning,” Mixmaster sighed as he watched the flames engulf the building and the walls began to buckle under the extreme heat.
“I can’t believe it!” Scrapper wailed again and Scavenger reached over and slung an arm around the smaller ‘Con, pulling him into an awkward hug. Scavenger was never one for public displays, unlike Skywarp, and Scrapper leaned into him gratefully.
Hook made it a point not to look at the pair as he watched the rest of the tower fall over. “What do you think happened?”
“Misfire,” Longhaul shook his head as he stared at the still smoldering rubble. “Who else could it have been?”
“What about me?” Everyone turned surprised to find Misfire coming down the main road at a sedate pace, having been banished from flying, apparently just coming back from his own patrol. He froze as he found himself the recipient of nine stunned stares. “What? What’s going on?” he turned as he finally noticed the smell. “Holy Primus, what happened to the tower?!” he shouted in disbelief as he looked at the sizzling pile of scrap that had once been a rather well constructed tower. Misfire turned back to his companions confused as the silence stretched. “What? What’d I miss?”
“Hey Scrapper,” Hook finally said slowly, turning to the other mech with wide, bright optics. “Didn’t Starscream go into the tower for inspection?”
Scrapper soon gained the same stunned, fearful expression as the other mech. “He did, didn’t he?”
Everyone was now staring at the debris in shock and somewhat stunned awe. “What do you suppose happened?” Longhaul asked slowly.
“I don’t think I even want to know,” Thundercracker said with a small shudder.
“You don’t suppose that he’s… that Starscream’s…” Skywarp began hesitantly.
“That he’s dead?” Thundercracker finished surprised before he let out a small huff. “Highly doubt it,” he said with a shake of his head and as if to prove he was correct, a small shadow soon appeared from the other side of the blast zone, walking around the smoldering flames and after a moment made its way towards them.
Everyone gawked as a soot covered and dented Starscream made his way over and marched right over towards Scrapper. Scavenger quickly placed himself behind the smaller mech, glaring at Starscream as if daring him to do anything to the tiny architect. Starscream just glared at the digger before he looked down at Scrapper. Scrapper himself said nothing as he stood ram-rod straight, just waiting for the seeker to say something.
Starscream glared at him a moment before he suddenly thrust out his arm. Scrapper dropped his data pad, startled as the remains of a rather mangled, melted light switch was shoved into his hands. “It needs work,” Starscream finally spoke, his voice harsh from the smoke damaging his servers. Scrapper and the others just stared at the seeker as Starscream turned and began walking away. “I’ll be at the ocean,” was all he said and the mech quickly transformed and took off, soot flying off him as he went.
There was a stunned, hushed silence as they watched him go before there was a sudden depressed sigh from Longhaul. “I’ll get the shovels,” he said as he turned away towards their little equipment shed; the only building to have thus far remained standing after being completed.
Thundercraker frowned at the notion of work when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He found Skywarp grinning at him. “Do you suppose we could find extra large marshmallows anywhere?”
Thundercraker just sighed. “I swear, the Autobot don’t nearly have as many problems,” he muttered as he turned to help Longhaul with the clean up.
There was stunned silence at the Autobot base as the three Decepticons all watched the stare down going on between the two red Autobots. Red Alert was still grinning madly and the other one looked like he was about to suffer a possible meltdown as he tried to formulate an answer to Red Alerts question. The other three Autobots looked to be in the same state as they too watched their companion for his reaction.
Hound had managed to stifle the small laugh at Red's not so innocent question while Blaster and Bluestreak turned to watch Inferno’s reaction. They were not disappointed as Inferno finally managed to compose himself to answer, “WE ARE NOT THE SLAGGING POUND! YOU CAN’T KEEP THEM!”
“Well too bad, because they’re staying,” Red announced firmly as he turned back to the Decepticons with a large smile. “Now where were we?”
“Damn it Red!” Inferno bellowed angrily.
Red just gave the three ‘Cons a rather frustrated look as he turned back to the other fire rig who was marching towards him. “What?” Red demanded to know, a frown dominating his features. “Do you have a problem with my decision?”
“Hell yeah I do!” Inferno snapped. “Who are they?” he demanded to know as he pointed at the three ‘Cons who were all watching the situation rather amused. Red opened his mouth to respond when Inferno suddenly held up his hands. “No, wait! I don’t even want to know. I just want them gone!”
Red frowned at this. “Damn it Inferno, we can’t kick them out!”
“Why not? They’re Decepticons! Shouldn’t they be out looking for Starscream to help him plot to take over the world or something?”
Red Alert sighed in frustration. “They left Starscream. Just like Barricade and Soundwave before and they need a place to stay.”
“But why do they have to stay here?” Inferno growled as Hound and the others wandered over.
“They left the Decepticons?” Hound asked surprised.
Red Alert turned, grateful that it seemed Hound was at least willing to hear him out. “Yeah. They want nothing to do with Starscream either.”
Hound thought about this as Blaster turned to Inferno. “Maybe we should give them a chance to explain-”
“I don’t want an explanation!” Inferno shouted, not even giving Blaster the chance to finish. “Every time I turn around there’s another slagging ‘Con!”
“Inferno!” Red shouted in surprise.
“Inferno, I think we should maybe listen to them,” Bluestreak began hesitantly.
“What’s there to listen to? They’re ‘Cons! Why should we trust them?” Inferno growled furiously.
“Because they’re Barricade’s team,” Judy suddenly announced from the doorway to the human’s quarters. “And they’re staying!” Red was nodding emphatically as the Autobots all turned towards the tiny human female.
“What?” Inferno yelped in disbelief. "You can't decide that." Both Red and Judy glared at this while the others ignored the larger fire rig in favor of the newbies.
“Barricade’s team?” Hound asked surprised as he glanced at the three ‘Cons. “Barricade had his own team?”
“Barricade is a commander,” Red shrugged. "Makes sense that he would have to have someone to command."
“He is?” Bluestreak said aloud in surprise before he could stop himself.
Red and Judy just nodded as the woman stepped over and allowed Blaster to pick her up as well. She waved to Fig. “How was the tour officer Fig?” she asked him with a small smirk.
“Oh it was alright,” Fig chuckled from where he had been watching everything quietly. “But it seems that all the excitement was back here.”
Judy nodded. “Wait until I tell you what happened with Crikey!”
“What? Did someone finally shoot him?” Blaster asked her, genuinely interested.
“WHO CARES ABOUT THE CROCODILE?” Inferno suddenly bellowed. “We have slagging ‘Cons on our base!”
“And the only one who seems to think it’s a problem is you,” Red said darkly as he glared at his husband.
Inferno blinked in surprise as he looked around and realized that everyone was staring at him like he had lost his sanity chip or something. Even Bluestreak seemed to be disapproving as he frowned at the larger gunner. “You’re all crazy!” Inferno bellowed. “Why am I the only one who sees this is a bad thing?”
“Because you’re worried about Red Alert,” Hound finally told him gently. There was an outraged huff from the small Avalanche but Hound ignored him and kept his focus on Inferno as he continued. “If Mirage was here then I would probably be more apt to agree with you,” he said with a small shrug, “but you have to admit it Inferno, times are changing.”
“But,” Inferno frowned as he glanced at the three ‘Cons still sitting next to the stack of I-beams and concrete just watching them. Inferno startled as he realized that the ‘Cons hadn’t taken advantage of the small argument. They had in fact just been watching them curiously instead of outright attacking them while they were distracted. “But,” he said again thought with less force behind it.
“Just give them a few days- a week at most and see what you have to say then,” Red said pleadingly, switching tactics on the now indecisive fire truck. “Please? For me?”
Inferno seemed to be wavering and Hound leaned forward. “Look at it this way,” he said quietly. “After they meet up with Barricade, they may all leave.” Hound personally didn’t think that was likely to happen and was already wondering where they would house the base’s newest addition but Inferno grabbed onto that thought process like a life line.
“Maybe they will go!” he agreed brightly. Red Alert frowned but Hound made a subtle gesture and the security chief let it drop.
Red just nodded, glad that Inferno was going to at least tolerate them for the moment and he made a small motion towards the three ‘Cons. “Guys, meet the Race Track Patrol,” he announced as the three slowly made their way over. “This is Groundhog, Rollerforce and Motorhead.”
“Race Track Patrol, huh?” Hound asked as he shook Groundhog’s hand. “Never heard of you.”
“No, you wouldn’t. We were always assigned out in the blank zone,” Rollerforce announced drolly as he continued to stare at Inferno suspiciously, ensuring to put himself between his teammates and the only Autobot that seemed to be having a problem with them. Inferno just glared back.
“Way out there away from the cities?” Bluestreak asked amazed. “But there’s nothing out in the blank zone, or rather there wasn’t.”
“Exactly,” Motorhead chuckled. “It was the best place to stretch out and just drive.” Bluestreak glanced over at the ‘Con surprised that someone actually answered him instead of just ignoring him as usual. Motorhead smiled brightly and Bluestreak quickly looked away and back at the others. Red Alert watched as Motorhead seemed to deflate at the rather cold shoulder. He glanced down and found Judy grinning widely. He managed to catch her eye and they both shared an amused chuckle.
“There’s more good news,” Red announced as he turned back to the group and motioned to Groundhog with an exaggerated gesture. “We have a medic!”
Groundhog jerked in surprise as everyone turned to him with bright optics and his teammates snickered at his stunned expression. “That’s wonderful,” Hound smiled as he gave Groundhog a thump on the shoulder. “With Ratchet out in the field, it’s good to know that there’s someone around here who knows what he’s doing.”
“Speak for yourself,” Inferno muttered. Red jabbed him in the side with his elbow.
Groundhog just shrugged. “Um… thanks, I think,” he said with a small frown. “But I became a medic because of my aptitude for it and then later because of the war. I’m really an engineer.”
The Autobots just stared at him. “Huh,” Red broke the silence. “We got a two-fer,” he chuckled. “Two for one,” he explained at the puzzled looks he received from all the mechs before he turned back to Groundhog. “Our engineer is gone too.”
Blaster startled everyone as he burst out laughing. “Let’s just hope that he doesn’t have Ratchet’s temperament and Wheeljack’s propensity to make things go ‘boom’.”
All the Autobots, save Inferno who was still sulking, and Judy laughed at this as Fig just watched on rather amused. The three ‘Cons glanced at one another apprehensively. “Why do I suddenly have this unexplainable urge to just run?” Groundhog whispered.
“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to stay,” Rollerforce muttered as he looked at the clearly crazy Autobots.
“I like it here,” Motorhead offered and his teammates glanced at him surprised. Groundhog frowned as he followed Motorhead’s line of vision and stared at the small blue Autobot who seemed to be determined not to look in their direction. He looked over at Rollerforce, worry clear in his expression.
Rollerforce just frowned at him, completely unaffected. “Don’t look at me like that; what am I supposed to do about it?” Groundhog just sighed as he glanced back at Motorhead and the Autobot he was staring at.
“What’s going on out here?” a new voice called out and everyone turned surprised to find a little golf cart making its way towards them, three humans seated within. The female leaned out of the little cart and was looking at the assorted mech curiously. “Did something happen with Optimus and the others?” she asked with a slight frown.
“Hello Maggie!” Judy waved at her. “Dinner’s almost ready.”
“Thank Primus, I’m starving,” Glen muttered as he climbed out of the back. “I swear, I think I’m going cross eyed from staring at those screens.”
Red frowned at him. “Did you find out anything else about Thirteen?”
Maggie pulled a face. “No, damn it. That Burgen has his files triple encoded.”
“Perhaps if you used our computer to assist in the decoding?” Blaster offered.
Maggie just shook her head. “Not worth the risk. There may be some Trojan files hidden away.”
Hound was nodding. “True.”
Rollerforce and Groundhog were staring down at the third human to have climbed out of the tiny vehicle as he just stared up at them in complete shock. “My God, how many of them are there?” he shouted in disbelief.
“What?” Maggie glanced at the man before she looked over at who he was staring at. “Oh, hello.”
“More of your teammates arrive?” Glen asked Red as he waved at the three new mechs. Motorhead waved back.
“Actually, Barricade’s teammates,” Red Alert chuckled and introductions were made once again.
“Oh! This is the Race Track Patrol Judy told me about. It’s nice to meet you!” Maggie waved up at them. Simmons just continued to stare, his mouth hanging open in shock.
“I’d better go help Carol finish up with dinner,” Judy announced as she glanced up at Blaster. The mech nodded and set her and Fig back on the ground.
“Nice meeting ya,” Fig chuckled as he waved and followed the woman into the building.
“Bye,” Motorhead waved again. Rollerforce just shook his head.
“Come on Simmons,” Maggie chuckled. “Time to re-fuel ourselves.”
Simmons followed the two programmers rather dazedly. “But how many of them are already here on Earth?” he wondered aloud. “And how is it we didn’t even know?”
“How do you think he’s staying on?” Sam asked as he watched the bizarre drama unfold before him.
“Who are we talking about? Rumble holding onto Frenzy or Frenzy for managing to balance on Barricade’s hood?” Bumblebee chuckled as they watched the mustang pull closer to the large trailer Optimus was pulling.
“Both,” Sam chuckled as he watched Frenzy step away from Rumble and closer to Barricade’s grill. He held out the bag of chips to Miles in the passenger seat and they watched as Frenzy leaned forward and began drawing, or rather writing, in the dirt and dust that had eventually accumulated on the back door.
‘Bee and ‘Cade were currently the only two cars, along with Soundwave, that were behind Optimus at the moment. The others, getting sick of seeing nothing, had pulling ahead in order to gain a better view of the landscape, so they were the only ones privy to the rather interesting show. Frenzy had insisted at riding with Barricade after their last pit stop and Sam could now see why he had been so adamant about it. He laughed as he watched the phrases like “’D-Cons Rule” and “’Bots Suck” start to appear on the door. “Have you hugged your car today?” nearly had Sam rolling.
“He’s so going to get in trouble for this,” ‘Bee chuckled as he watched amused as “Honk if you’re an alien!” appeared under the ‘Bots comment.
“I’m just glad Dad and Steve went with Wheeljack,” Sam laughed as he took back the offered chip bag.
“Do you think that maybe that’s Megatron instead of Frenzy?” Miles asked curiously as the words “How’s my driving? Call 1-800-run-u-down” appeared.
“I highly doubt Megatron would be the one playing a practical joke like this,” Sam chuckled. "I would think that would be more Frenzy's department."
Miles thought a moment as he sipped his soda. “True.”
“He better be careful he’s not seen by anyone,” Bumblebee muttered and Sam shuddered in his seat.
“That’s all we need,” he agreed. “Dr. Burgen managing to find us while we’re away from the base.”
“Oh Primus, don’t even mention that,” ‘Bee moaned. “I don’t even want to think about it.”
“WHY CAN’T YOU FIND THEM?”
Dr. Burgen glared at the three people in lab coats all huddling against the long table. “They’re cars! Noticeable ones at that! How hard is it to find a camaro, a mustang patrol car, a big rig with a unique flame designed and a giant truck that reads F.B.I?” The three lackeys said nothing as they continued to stare at the man with wide, frightened eyes. Burgen just glared at them. “Well don’t just stand there!” he snapped. “Go find them!”
The lackeys all scrambled and bolted out the door and Burgen sighed as he found himself alone. “Why is it that I’m surrounded by idiots?” he murmured as he took off his glasses to rub his tired eyes.
“Dr. Burgen?”
“What?” he snapped as he looked up to find one of the guards standing there shuffling nervously. “I thought I said I didn’t want to be interrupted!”
The man swallowed nervously. “Sir, I was sent to give you this,” he said and he held out a small sheet of paper.
Dr. Burgen frowned and snatched the papers out of the man’s hand. The guard wasted no time making a quick retreat as Burgen stared down at the papers. He growled and quickly tossed them aside as he marched over to one of the intercoms and flipped a switch. “I thought I made it clear that I want everyone focused on finding where those aliens have hidden themselves away! All other projects and research is to be put on hold until we find them! Understand?”
“-But sir,-” a timid voice answered back.
“I don’t care! Whatever it is we will deal with it after we find those creatures!” Dr. Burgen quickly switched off the intercom before the voice on the other end could say anything else. He scowled down at the file he had been given and shoved the manila envelope marked “Arctic Circle” with its satellite imaging and seismic wave readings in his desk drawer, angered that his people would dare bother him with such a thing.
Flopping down into the chair, he stared at the multitude of photographs that he had tacked up on his wall. Staring at each and every one critically he finally stopped at the one that had been taken during the incident in New Mexico the year before, a small mustang chasing down the yellow camaro. “I will find you,” he said darkly as he stared at the pictures. “One way or the other, you will be mine and you will pay.”
-To Be Continued
Author's Note: Three more couples hinted at! I didn't even realize I did it until I finnished the chapter. -snickers- So there was a look at everyone and as you can see, they all have problems! Please join us tomorrow for chapter One Hundred and Four of Cover Me: Three Way Split
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