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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author's Note: Again "blah" chapter but needed in order to set certain things us. Anyway, I had 2 people ask for the second song so I had to add it. ^_^ and a HUG to Gray-Clouds for being the 400th review!

Chapter One Hundred Eleven: Car Games
“The wheels on the bus go round and round! Round and round! Round and round!”
“For the love of Primus, STOP. SINGING!” Ironhide bellowed as he pulled back further from the small Pontiac. “Honestly Jazz. Can’t you pick anything better to sing?”
“But these are tradition!” Jazz shouted, partly offended. “They’re classic road songs!”
"There has to be something better!" Ironhide growled.
There was a pause. "This is the song that never ends! Yes, it goes on and on my friends! Some people started singing it not knowing what it was, and they'll continue singing it forever just because- This is the song that never ends-"
“Please no more singing!” Ratchet moaned. “I don’t think I can take any more!”
“Oh all right,” Jazz sighed, rather disappointed that he had to cut his performance short, but he still honored the medics request.
“What?” Ironhide yelped surprised. “For me, its ‘they’re classics’ but when Ratchet asks you to stop it’s just ‘okay’?”
“Sorry man,” Jazz chuckled. “But you like to complain about everything. Ratchet at least is honest about it.”
“Can we all just drive in just silence for a while, please?” Optimus asked pleadingly from behind the smaller vehicles. “Just until we reach Oregon…” There was a chorus of acknowledgments and agreements and Optimus sighed in relief. “Thank you!”
Barricade just chuckled as he moved around a large sedan. “Hell of a way to start the morning,” he said to his passengers.
Sam sighed as he stretched out in the passenger seat of the Mustang. “I’m still tired,” he yawned.
“Then go back to sleep,” Rumble huffed from where he and Frenzy was seated in the back. “And why aren’t you with the bug anyway?”
Sam just shrugged as he rolled over and leaned his head against the window. Barricade chuckled. “Sam isn’t always all there in the mornings,” he explained to the smaller mechs.
“Ladies-ies-iesman217 q-q-quiet,” Frenzy chuckled, Rumble looked unimpressed.
“-He’s asleep, isn’t he?-” Bumblebee asked over the line with a small laugh.
“Yeah,” Barricade snickered. “Out like a light.”
“-Miles is out too,-” Bumblebee told them.
“Oh please,” Rumble huffed. “I’m riding with Soundwave after the next stop.”
“But I have to decorate the trailer again,” Megatron put in an appearance with a small huff. “Slagging rain.”
Barricade just sighed as he glanced over at the rig in question. When they had stopped at the overnight lot for the night it had begun raining somewhere around two in the morning, undoing all of Megatron’s previous handiwork. Megatron had insisted on riding again with Barricade since the smaller ‘Con could get closer to the large trailer. What they hadn’t expected was Sam to join them as he stumbled into the passenger seat while drifting in and out of conciousness.
Amazingly, Bumblebee hadn’t even said anything about Sam riding along with the three ‘Cons instead of himself. Barricade wasn’t sure if he should be worried or honored. He and the bug were no longer rivals, but the undertone was still there. Especially when Sam was concerned.
‘Whatever,’ Barricade sighed to himself. ‘As long as he doesn’t pitch a fit, what does it matter who the boy rides with...’ Still, Barricade felt slightly uneasy. He had not forgotten the conversation he had overheard those few weeks ago when they were coming back from fetching Frenzy and, in turn, Soundwave.
Sam was sleeping soundly again and Rumble and Frenzy were cuddled up in the back seat, leaving Barricade alone with his thoughts. Unfortunately, they weren’t thoughts he wanted to dwell on. “So how much longer till we get to Oregon?” he called out aloud seeing as the morning traffic had thinned considerably.
“Not long,” Ratchet was the one to answer him. “Half an hour or so and then couple hours to Portland.”
“Great,” Barricade sighed. “Like this trip hasn’t been long enough already.”
“We’re at least back on track,” Jazz chuckled.
“And together, thank Primus,” Prowl muttered as he scooted closer to Jazz.
“Missed you too babe,” Jazz snickered.
“Oh yuck. Mush factor.” Barricade made a few fake gagging noises and was highly amused at how fast Prowl darted away from his companion.
Even Optimus and Ironhide were chuckling at the commander’s obvious embarrassment. “Come on everyone. I want to make the border by lunch,” Optimus announced.
“Right! You heard him! Double-time everyone. Let’s go!” Prowl instantly got back into soilder mode as he began ordering everyone once again. Not that the others let him get away with it.
“But I’m tired!” Sunstreaker whined. “And it’s early in the morning! And I don’t want to! I mean, seriously. Do you know how long it took me to pick the bugs out of my grill? Yuck!”
“It wasn’t a suggestion Sunstreaker!” Prowl barked.
“Actually, it was,” Optimus sighed. “It’s not like we’re in a race.”
“Now for a race, I would go faster!” Sideswipe chirped, instantly more awake than he had been just moments before.
“NO RACING!” Prowl bellowed. Twin groans of disappointment and a small huff answered him.
“Aw come on Prowl,” Jazz tried to cajole, “it’ll pass the time.”
“Yeah man! What else is there to do?”
“No racing,” Prowl growled. “Especially you two!”
“What?” Two voices shouted.
“Oh dear,” Sideswipe muttered as he dropped back a small ways from the now two fuming Autobots.
“Prowl, dear. You just sucked all the joy out of this morning,” Jazz declaired with a huff and quickly dropping a gear and he slipped around the other mechs, putting both Ratchet and Ironhide between him and his now stunned mate.
“Whoa! Leave me out of this,” Ironhide yelped as he quickly tried to get out of the line of any fire, real or otherwise as Prowl tried to follow his miffed mate.
“Jazz, wait. I only meant-”
“You don’t want me to have any fun! Admit it!”
“What?” Prowl yelped, clearly stunned by Jazz’s words. “I didn’t, I mean I wouldn’t-”
Optimus and Ratchet just snickered as Will shook his head as he leaned back in Ironhide’s drivers seat. “Do you guys even have hormones?” he asked curiously.
“I don’t know anything anymore,” Ironhide muttered.
“Mmm,” Will smiled. “So how long do you think Jazz’s mood swings will last?”
“If they’re anything like Sunny’s?” Ironhide paused a moment. “Forever.”
Will laughed. “Poor Prowl.”
“But Jazz! I just want to make sure you’re all right.”
“You don’t love me anymore!” Jazz wailed.
“How can you say that?” Prowl cried as he took off after the crying Solstice.
“I think I would have preferred the singing,” Wheeljack sighed.
“You said it,” Ron nodded. A granola bar was thrust into his line of vision.
“Breakfast?” Steve asked with a large grin. Ron just reached for a small box and pulled up a doughnut.
“Don’t mind if I do.”
“Finally,” Barricade announced a few hours later as they drove past a sign that welcomed them into Oregon. “That took just about forever.”
“-We made it didn’t we?-” Bumblebee chuckled.
“One state down, two to go,” Sam smiled as he stretched out his arms in front of him.
“-You mean three,-” Ratchet chuckled. “-There’s still Alaska.-”
“Not to mention Canada,” Barricade groaned. “I’m tired already just thinking about it.”
“-You can always go home you know,-” Ironhide growled.
“No thank you,” Barricade shuddered. “I’ll take my chances on the road.”
“-We’re coming up to the first town. Should we stop for supplies?-” Wheeljack asked.
“-We’re just passing through here people,-” Optimus announced over the line. “-Don’t get to comfortable.-”
“-Is it me, or is it getting colder?-” Sunny called out as the traffic began to get thicker and everyone had to slow down.
“-Yup, it’s colder,-” Ratchet sighed as he slowed for a large bus to pull out into traffic.
“-Where are we anyway?-” Perceptor asked over the airwaves.
“-Just past the border,-” Optimus told him. “-Still quite a ways to go.-”
“Unfortunately,” Barricade huffed under his breath.
Sam just shook his head and patted the dash comfortingly as there was a huff from the back seat. “You could say that again,” Rumble muttered as he shifted the dozing Frenzy on his lap. “I think some of my gears are locking.”
“Locking?” Sam glanced over his shoulder at the smaller mech curiously.
Rumble just stared back at him blankly and Barricade chuckled as he clarified for the boy. “Think of it like your foot falling asleep.”
“Oh,” Sam nodded in understanding and this time it was Rumble who looked curious.
“You feet can fall asleep?” he asked surprise.
“More like it goes numb,” Sam chuckled.
“Oh,” Rumble frowned as he thought about it.
“What’s everyone’s positions?”
Sam and Rumble glanced down at the third passenger riding along with Barricade and weren’t surprised to find deep red optics looking around the interior of the Mustang. Rumble frowned and tried to subtlety push the other mech off his lap. “Must you do that?” he demanded.
“Do what?” Megatron asked innocently as he sat up and glanced around at the other mech’s positioning. “Do you think you could drop back?” he asked with a smirk.
“You mean behind Optimus so you can write on him again?” Barricade drawled. “We’re coming up to a town, so you’ll have to wait.”
Megatron let out a large sigh as he sat back and crossed his arms, the very image of a sulking child. “Man, this is boring.”
Sam turned to stare at the former leader of the Decepticons in surprise. “What?”
“You’re kidding, right?” Barricade asked in disbelief. “What do you mean it’s boring?”
“It’s boring!” Megatron repeated as he dropped his head back on the seat. “There’s nothing to do!”
“Remind me to have Sam pick you up a coloring book or something when we stop,” Barricade snickered.
“Not funny,” Megatron growled as both Rumble and Sam started laughing.
“-What’s up over there?-” Bumblebee called out. “-What are you laughing at now?-”
“Just trying to figure out different ways to keep ourselves amused overhear,” Sam snickered.
“-Car games,-” Miles suggested. “-I spy or something?-”
“I suppose,” Sam mused.
“I’m in,” Barricade snickered.
“-Why not,-” Bumblebee chuckled. “-I’ll start. I spy something that begins with the letter M.-”
“Medic,” Barricade instantly announced, sure of his answer.
“-Nope,-” Bumblebee chuckled.
“What?” Barricade yelped. “You’re just saying that ‘cause I guessed it on the first go.”
“-It’s really not ‘medic’,-” ‘Bee insisted.
“Well slag,” Barricade frowned.
Rumble and Megatron just looked puzzled. “What are you idiots doing now?” Megatron demanded.
“It’s a road game,” Sam explained and he told them the basic rules of the “I spy” game.
“Hmmm,” Megatron thought a moment as he looked around at the different things around them. “Money!”
“What?” Barricade looked around, confused at what they could have been looking at.
“-Slag. He got it,-” ‘Bee huffed.
“Money?” Sam asked surprised as he too looked around. It took him a moment to realize that one of the large trucks had an advertisement for a finance loan painted on it. “How in the world did you get that one?” he asked Megatron.
“Lucky guess,” Megatron chuckled. “My turn. I spy… something beginning with the letter R.”
“-Road?-” Miles asked tentatively.
“-Ratchet?-” ‘Bee offered.
Megatron just grinned. “Nope, try again.”
Perceptor sighed as he sat back, leaning against some of the smaller crates that filled the front half of the trailer that Optimus was pulling. He shifted to try and find a more comfortable position but to no avail. He had managed to get out the night before and stretch his legs but he had to immediately duck back into the trailer as a few groups of humans came to the same car park to rest. He hadn’t thought that riding in the back of the trailer would be so boring.
The Autobot scientist groaned as he clicked on his small searchlight and once again looked around the interior of the trailer for what had to have been the billionth time. It seemed as if everyone was having a grand old time outside of the trailer on the road. Perhaps Ironhide had been right and he should get a different alt form.
“No,” he shook his head. “I need this form for scientific research.”
Even he wasn’t convinced by that line of reasoning as he groaned and leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. The trailer was cramped and his neck joints were startling to lock. He started flickering his lights on and off in the human’s old morass code, spelling out “I’m so bored.”
With a frown he thought over the day before. He had nearly been caught when Optimus had gotten trapped in that weight station. Was this really such a good idea? Especially with Sector Thirteen still out there looking for them?
No matter how many times he ran the numbers, Perceptor kept coming up with the same result. It wasn’t such a good idea as he had thought it was. With a sigh, he dropped his head on his knees. “I have to get out of here,” he muttered.
The last thing he wanted to do was admit that Ironhide had been right. However he was unfortunately left with no choice if he wanted to get out of that trailer. The question then became, when would be the best time to bring it up with Optimus?
“Perhaps when we stop next?” he wondered aloud but he knew even as he said it that more than likely they wouldn’t stop anywhere secluded until later that night and then there would be no one around with their own cars for him to scan a separate alt mode.
“Well, no choice,” Perceptor said to himself. “I’ll have to do my best.” And with a sharp nod, he scooted closer to the trailer’s doors and put his plan into action.
The group of ‘Cons, teenagers and ‘Bee played the game for a while as they all made their way through the town, each taking their own turn, trying to be more clever that the person before. Even Soundwave had gotten into the game when he guessed the ‘r’ stood for “railway”, much to Megatron’s disappointment. It was when they left the small town and the traffic thinned out that Megatron sat up and leaned forward between the two front seats. “Optimus is dropping back again. Do you mind?”
“Hmm…” Barricade hummed. “What are you going to write on him this time?” he asked curiously.
Megatron just shrugged as he climbed into the drivers seat. “Don’t know. I’ll think of something.”
“Hang on!” Rumble called out as he too leaned forward. “Switch with me,” he told Sam and the boy quickly scuttled into the back seat as Rumble took his.
“Be careful you two,” Barricade said seriously.
“-Can you not think of anything else to do?-” Ravage asked over the ‘Con’s personal line.
“Not at the moment,” Megatron chuckled as he slipped out of the driver’s side window.
“-There are some cars still around,-” ‘Bee warned.
“What are they going to do?” Barricade chuckled. “Call the cops?”
“-I’m just saying,-” ‘Bee informed them.
“I think they’re more interested in what they’re doing themselves,” Sam spoke up as he watched someone drive by talking on their headset phone while eating a bagel in one hand and holding a coffee in the other.
“Hurry up,” Rumble frowned as Megatron slipped out onto Barricade’s hood once again.
“Don’t worry,” Megatron chuckled. “Barricade, get closer.”
Barricade let out a long sigh. “I’m going to regret this,” he sighed.
“Not if you get closer,” Megatron told him.
“I can’t believe he finds this amusing,” Rumble shook his head.
“Considering the last time I spoke to him he wanted to keep me as a pet, I think this is a vast improvement,” Sam chuckled.
“Let him have his fun,” Barricade chuckled. “He’s not hurting anyone.”
“Will you stop yapping and get closer?” Megatron snarled.
“Yes Lord Megatron,” Barricade snickered.
Megatron shook his head as he balanced at the very edge of Barricade’s front and leaned forward, only to jump back in surprise as the trailer doors swung open and the most bizarre thing leapt out at him. “A mini cooper?” he cried out as he dove for the driver’s side door and snagged Barricade’s rearview mirror as the small car pulled out from the back of the large trailer and bounced onto Barricade’s hood right where he had been.
“SLAG!” Barricade yelped as he hit the breaks and dropped back, nearly throwing the small red car off of his front.
“Damn it!” ‘Bee yelped as he was forced to break as well or risk crashing into ‘Cade’s rear as the ‘Con nearly stopped dead in the middle of the road. Soundwave even cursed as he swerved into the oncoming lane, sending smaller cars scurrying out of his way.
“Frenzy!” Rumble yelped as he leaned out the window and made a desperate grab for his mate. Sam wasted no time as he reached forward and snagged Rumble around the waist before he too went out the window and into traffic.
Frenzy, Megatron, whoever it was, reached for the offered hand and allowed Rumble and Sam to haul him back into the safety of Barricade’s cab. “Don’t let me do that again,” Megatron grumbled when he was safe in the driver's seat.
“Di-di-dito,” Frenzy panted as he caught Rumble’s hand and squeezed.
“-What the slag is going on back there?-” Optimus bellowed as he heard the different car horns going non-stop and he spotted Soundwave’s erratic driving behind him.
“How should I know?” Barricade shouted back.
“-Now what did the ‘Cons do?-” Prowl yelped as he dropped back to allow the others to catch up to where he had been running point.
“Why do you automatically assume it’s us?” Barricade yelped, angered.
“-It wasn’t them!-” ‘Bee was quick contend, trying to halt any arguments before they started.
“-Then who was it?-” Wheeljack demanded to know.
“-Err… me,-” came the small apologetic voice of Perceptor.
“-What the-?-” Optimus stared as a small red mini cooper pulled up between himself and Ratchet.
“-Sorry,-” Perceptor muttered apologetically. “-I didn’t mean too.-”
“-Perceptor?-” Ratchet yelped in disbelief. “-Is that you?-”
“-Yeah, sorry,-” he apologized again.
“-What the slag were you thinking?-” Prowl demanded as he stared at the small disguised scientist.
“-And how did you get that form anyway?-” Wheeljack asked curiously.
“-It was boring in the trailer!-” Perceptor nearly wailed at Prowl. “-And all I did was just peek out of the trailer and scanned the closest car that matched my dimensions.-”
“-You’re kidding,-” Ironhide muttered, stunned.
“-What?-” Perceptor demanded sourly. “-You’re the one who told me to get a different alt mode.-”
“-Not in the middle of the highway!-” Ironhide yelped.
“-Really,-” Optimus sighed. “-Couldn’t you have waited until we stopped for the night?-”
“-And what if you got pulled into another weigh station, hmm?-” Perceptor challenged with a cry of frustration. “-I doubt that I could've stay hidden back there.-”
“-Oh… Er… When you put it that way,-” Optimus muttered, clearly surprised by Perceptor’s argument.
“-But a mini cooper?-” Ironhide asked incredulously.
“-What’s wrong with it?-” Perceptor demanded irritably.
“-I think he’s cute,-” Jazz chuckled.
“-What?-” Prowl yelped.
“-But a mini cooper?-” Ironhide said again.
“-I like this form,-” Perceptor insisted.
“-Primus help me,-” Ironhide groaned.
Barricade just sighed as he listened to all the Autobot’s banter before he pulled up next to Bumblebee. “One word,” he said to the small Autobot. “Snow.”
Bumblebee just groaned as he thought about it. “-Oh slag, you’re right.-”
Barricade chuckled. “How much you want to bet he’ll be back in that trailer before Canada just to stay warm?”
"Crazy Autobots," Megatron muttered. Barricade could only laugh in agreement.
-To Be Continued
Author's Note: Like I said, just setting some things up here. Please join us next time for chapter One Hundred Twelve: Down the Rabbit Hole
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