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Author's Note: Believe it or not but 118 was suppose to be my chapter 100 plot twist. ^^; Anyway, it seems a lot of people missed the part where Sam took off his watch and left it in his own hotel room. So no, Barricade did NOT hear his great confession... Are we good? Good. As for this chapter... I'm not that pleased with it for some reason. I don't know, it just seems like it came out weird or something. Well, I hope you enjoy anyway.
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Chapter One hundred Nineteen: One Word-SNOW
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Bumblebee was jerked out of recharge at the sudden, horrified scream that echoed in the parking garage. He quickly switched his vision screen to search mode to look for the attacker but to his confusion, no one was there. It was just him and the other three mechs that had been there the night before. Ironhide was snarling loudly and Perceptor had left his small little corner to quickly move to the gunner’s side.
“What is it? What’s going on?” Perceptor asked loudly. “Are we under attack?”
“How the slag should I know?” Ironhide growled. “I just woke up!”
“What’s going on down here?” Prowl’s voice soon bounced off the walls and Bumblebee could see him slowly coming down the ramp, Jazz and the Lambo’s not far behind, clearly looking for some sort of attacker.
“We don’t know!” Perceptor called back.
“Then what was that screammin’?” Jazz asked loudly and Bumblebee could hear the sound of Wheeljack and Ratchet inquiring from one level up. “I’m asking!” Jazz yelled back at them.
“How should we know?” Ironhide yelled back. “Maybe some teenagers being stupid!”
“Oh,” Jazz sighed as he quickly made a tight circle and began heading back up the ramp. “We’re not leaving for another hour; I’m going to get some more sleep.”
“What? Jazz! We could be under attack and- Jazz!” Prowl quickly turned himself around and followed his smaller husband up.
The twins circled around a few pillars and made their way over to Perceptor. “What’s going on?” Sunny asked. “Why was there screaming?”
“I don’t know,” Perceptor huffed as he turned back to Ironhide. “What was that you were saying about teenagers?” he began to ask when he was surprised to find Ironhide had apparently gone back to sleep.
“I guess it’s nothing to worry about then,” Sides muttered.
“Clearly,” Sunny huffed as he turned to head back to the up ramp.
Bumblebee watched them go a bit amused before he finally pulled out of his own parking spot and moved over to where Barricade was parked near the doorway. “Care to explain?” Bumblebee asked, sounding highly amused.
Barricade didn’t sound at all amused as he snarled, “Look outside.”
‘Bee shifted his gaze towards the world beyond and gasped. “Is that…?”
“It is…” Barricade replied sourly.
“But I thought you said we would have more time!” Bumblebee protested.
“I did.”
“Then why-?”
“Clearly the weather channel was wrong,” Barricade drawled as he watched the small flakes of snow fall to the ground with the rain. “Again.”
“Oh this is slagging fantastic,” ‘Bee huffed. “Slush!”
“Rain is one thing, snow another but this is un-fucking-believable!” Barricade nearly bellowed. “Come on!”
“Huh?” Bumblebee was jerked out of his thoughts as Barricade pulled back and slowly eased out into the freezing rain and snow. “Where are we going?”
“To find Soundwave,” Barricade replied cryptically. Bumblebee made another small “huh” noise and the Mustang sighed. “He has our winter gear.”
“Now?” ‘Bee asked surprised. “Shouldn’t we wait until we get closer to Canada at least?”
“No, now!” ‘Cade snapped. “Better to do it now than when we’re bumper deep in this crud.”
Bumblebee winced as his tire dipped into a small pothole and brown, freezing water splashed back up into his undercarriage. “I HATE winter!” he cried. “Why I was so happy to learn Sam lived in a warm state!”
Barricade just chuckled as he spotted his target in a large vehicle parking lot. Not many larger vehicles were around besides Optimus and he was practically leaning against a building to hide from the wind. Barricade just let out a small snort as he wandered over to Soundwave who was settled snug under a tree. “Soundwave,” he called out so as not to startle the other ‘Con, even though he knew very well that Soundwave had known of their approach, probably as soon as he and the bug had left the garage.
“What IS this?” was the first thing Soundwave demanded to know. “It’s water and yet it’s not water.”
“It’s interesting is what it is,” Rumble announced as he stepped out the side door.
“You won’t be saying that for long,” came Megatron’s sour voice as he exited after Frenzy’s mate. “This is only the beginning.” Megatron glanced at Optimus a moment before he shuddered and frowned at the raining snow. “I am so out of here,” he muttered. “Yuck,” was the last thing he said before the dark optics suddenly brightened and Frenzy took control.
“Oh-h no-o-o! Sno-o-ow!” Frenzy groaned as he scowled at the small flake of white that drifted past his vision. “Can’t we-we go ho-o-ome n-n-now?” he grumbled as he turned and quickly stomped over to Barricade, yanking open the commander’s driver door and flopping into the seat, pouting. “I ha-a-ate snow!”
“We ALL hate snow,” Barricade snarled.
“And this is only the beginning,” Bumblebee groaned. There were answering groaning from the two ‘Con’s and Soundwave and the rest of his team watched on in amusement.
“I take it we’ve encountered this ‘snow’ before,” Soundwave chuckled.
“Damn, slagging, cold, wet, pain in the aft SNOW!” Barricade roared.
Bumblebee sighed as he turned to Soundwave. “And he’s not exaggerating. It looks pretty but it’s actually a very deadly advisory… especially to us who are on the roads!”
“Oh Primus… how I hate it…” Barricade growled in a low, dark tone.
“I don’t see what the problem is,” Rumble frowned as he held out a hand to watch the flake land on his metal palm.
“The wind doesn’t seem that bad either,” Laserbeak muttered as he looked around outside, though neither he nor Buzzsaw saw fit to leave Soundwave’s warm interior.
“Just wait…” Barricade sighed. “Frenzy, we need the winter oil, the winter windshield fluid and best get the chains and snow tires, though we’ll wait until we’re out of the city to put those on.”
“You-u-u go-go-got it!” Frenzy muttered sarcastically as he could through his stutter and he hopped back out of Barricade and pushed past the two buzzards to get back inside Soundwave.
Barricade just huffed. “And we’d better start transferring everything into that slagging trailer,” Barricade directed at Soundwave. “Traveling just got a hell of a lot harder and we need that stuff out in case of an emergency.”
Soundwave managed to sound highly entertain by all this as he chuckled. “If you say so commander.”
“I do say so!” Barricade growled. “Autobit, go get your leader…”
Bumblebee just sighed. “Already on it…” he muttered as he pulled away and headed over to where Optimus was dozing.
“Now… how to get our three expectant mothers to make the changes…” Barricade mused.
Rumble frowned at the black and white car. “What?”
Barricade made a suffering noise. “Jazz, Sunny and Ratchet- do I have to explain everything?”
“But what changes?” Ravage asked as he finally poked his head out of Soundwave after Frenzy had departed with an armful of assorted bottles.
“Winter changes,” Barricade announced as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I brought enough for them too. The last thing we need is one of those three getting hurt…”
“Optimus is still kind of out of it but he’ll pull over here before we leave so we can move everything,” Bumblebee announced as he rejoined the group. “Oh yuck…” he groaned as Frenzy held up the winter oil. “That is so gross…”
“I know. I think it’s the equivalent of drinking molasses,” Barricade huffed.
“Ewwww…” ‘Bee groaned.
“What is that?” Soundwave asked curiously.
“The winter oil,” Barricade told him before his voice took on a gleeful note. “And we’ve got one for you too…”
Soundwave twitched and wondered if he would be able to hide behind the tree as Frenzy made his way towards his team leader, an evil grin on his face.
Sam jumped as the piercing ring of the small hotel room’s phone startled him out of a dead sleep. He groaned and rolled over, watching his roommate blearily as Miles answered the ringing annoyance. “Yeah?” A pause. “Mmph-kay,” he muttered before he hung up. The room was quiet for a few moments before Miles sighed and rolled back over to face Sam. “That was dad…” he groaned. “He said if we wanted any breakfast, we have to get up like, now.”
Sam groaned as he brought his pillow back over his face. “Can’t we just eat on the road?”
“Actually, I’m in the mood for some scrambled eggs,” Miles mused as he sat up and looked about the room for his clothes.
“You had to mention food,” Sam groaned as he too finally sat up. He frowned at the small mess that he and Miles had been able to create in the nine hours or so they had been there. “Crap…”
“At least we don’t have to make the beds,” Miles chuckled as he snagged his bag and jumped up off the bed. “I call dibs on the bathroom!”
Sam blinked as the blur that was Miles suddenly dashed across the room and the bathroom door slammed shut. “Huh?” Sam blinked again before he sighed and dropped back down onto the bed. Glancing at the clock he groaned at the cheery six twelve that blinked back at him. They had arrived at the hotel late as it was but after Sam’s talk with Will, there had been no way for him to calm his nerves enough to slip into a peaceful slumber.
Tossing and turning, Sam’s mind had whirled with his thoughts and it was only sudden exhaustion that finally allowed him some sort of sleep. His mind had not even stopped then, his dreams a constant of the two mechs who were his friends though what the dreams had been about Sam couldn’t really say for sure. Even in the daylight, his mind still refused to stop or even slow down as he replayed the previous night’s events.
Will had been incredibly surprised by Sam’s admission and in truth, so had Sam when he had finally managed to say his feelings aloud. In the three months of summer, when Sam was found more at the base than at home or hanging with his friends, he had thought that maybe, just maybe, he had a small crush on his large yellow guard and friend. However he had been with Mikaela at the time and the idea that his feelings would be even remotely returned was silly. Then Mikaela and he had decided that them as a couple wasn’t working since they weren’t that interested in one another romantically as much as they had the same friends.
After the breakup, Sam had found his thoughts turning again to Bumblebee and the closeness that the two of them shared. Once more, Sam had convinced himself that he was being silly and that his strange feelings were just the result of the uniqueness of their situation and all the time he was spending at the Autobot’s base. The fact that they were both males and Bumblebee was a giant alien robot from another universe was mostly Sam’s reasoning, so he had pushed down his feelings into a deep hole inside himself and closed the door, determined to continue on being Bumblebee’s friend for as long as the Autobots remained on Earth.
It had seemed the best course to take at the time and Sam had been content to shove his feelings away and remain friends and only friends with ‘Bee, despite the small voice inside him telling him otherwise. Sam had firmly believed that any attempt at a relationship would have been impossible anyhow considering how different they were and his feelings were not given any more thought. …Then Barricade entered the scene and Sam’s calm control over his emotions had gone quite literally haywire.
Sam could not for the life of him stop thinking of the nefarious Decepticon out of his head. He thought about him constantly and for those few months when Barricade had been living in the Witwicky garage Sam had convinced himself that the reason was only because he was worried about Barricade’s safety and he wanted to ensure that Barricade would be all right even after the Autobots had learned of his return to Tranquility City. He had convinced himself that he was worried about Starscream and how he could possibly keep not only the Autobots safe, but Barricade as well and that was the sole reason that the ‘Con’s presence dominated his thoughts.
It had never occurred to him that his feelings that he thought were firmly locked away would crop back up again, only this time containing Barricade as the main focus. Sam had convinced himself that he could not be feeling how he was. It was strange enough that he had had these feeling for Bumblebee. That he could handle, but the very Decepticon that nearly killed him? It was like his own feelings were betraying him.
Bumblebee he could understand. He not only looked up to the Autobot warrior but they were close enough in age, personality wise anyway, that they had enough common interests. Barricade was bitter and hard as nails, hardened by his time as a Decepticon warrior. The two were complete opposites and Sam knew that if, and it was a big if, he was to admit his strange feelings for either of them, he would have thought that they would have been stronger for Bumblebee. However, Barricade’s bad boy attitude had intrigued Sam and his dry sense of humor and quick wit had ensured that every conversation with the Decepticon was stimulating to say the least.
Sam had struggled with his feelings and finally convinced himself that no matter what he felt, it wouldn’t amount to anything anyways despite which mech he had these feelings for. Sam had decided that no matter who it was that he favored, and he didn’t want to dwell on which one that was, he would be better off spending time with the both of them since as soon as they found a planet containing Energon they would be on their way off world. So Sam convinced himself to keep his feelings shoved deep down once again and just spend time with them both equally since there was no way that anything could happen between Cybertronion and a human… until Will and Ironhide had quite literally shredded that little safety net all to pieces.
It had begun with whispers. Actually it had started with Jazz teasing Ironhide mercilessly whenever the two were in the same room and Ironhide getting defensive and not doing a very good job trying to convince Jazz otherwise. Even Optimus had made a small remark or two, or four, concerning Ironhide and his appointed human charge. Will and Ironhide hadn’t done much to discourage the small remarks either as the two were constantly throwing each other these… looks. After they had rescued Frenzy and the others, the two were never really apart despite those few weeks prior where it seemed as if they couldn’t get away each other fast enough.
Will had even followed Sam’s example and had all but moved in with Ironhide in the gunners own hanger. All that was missing was the bed and Sam couldn’t figure out how Will could possibly sleep on the floor. He wondered if Will spent the nights in Ironhide’s truck cab before he quickly shoved those thought out of his mind and convinced himself that he was better off not knowing. Their relation, confirmed by Will himself the night before, didn’t help his situation any though.
Sam’s feelings for Barricade, stronger than any he had had before for ‘Bee, dominated his thoughts and the young teen groaned as he pulled the covers back up over his head, his mind spinning in never ending circles that seemed to have absolutely no end. All he could think about was Barricade, despite the craziness that had been going on for the past month or so, and it was driving him absolutely crazy. If Will’s reaction was anything to go by, if the others found out that Sam was having feelings for the Decepticon then it would be utter and complete pandemonium! He didn’t even want to contemplate about what ‘Bee would think if he were to find out. Betrayed and hurt were the two main ones that Sam concluded but even he couldn’t imagine how the ‘Bot would feel.
Sam sighed as he sat back up and looked around the room. He didn’t have time to dwell. The clock now blinked a quarter to seven at him and Sam knew that he had to get up now or else. With a sigh, he finally climbed out of bed and went through the monotony of the daily morning routine. Miles had left sometime during his inner reflecting and Sam tried his best to keep his mind blank as he brushed his teeth and changed out of his nightclothes.
There was the sudden sound of knocking and Sam quickly shut off the water as he tilted his head to listen better. Silence before the small pinging sound was back. Clearly it wasn’t anyone at the door if the sound was anything to go by. Frowning, Sam opened the door and poked his head back into the main room. He nearly fell over when he found the source of the knocking.
Scrambling over the assorted crap that lay about the hotel floor, he dove for the window and yanked it upward so that Frenzy could climb in. “Are you crazy?” he bellowed. “We’re three stories up! What if someone saw you?”
“No one ou-u-ut in this we-we-wea-slush!” Frenzy finished with a scowl and Sam looked out the window surprised to see a mixture of both rain and snow falling past his window.
With a small sigh, he took his towel off his head and dropped it onto Frenzy’s. “At least dry off,” he told the mech. “What are you doing here anyway?”
“Sent to see-ee-ee if you were awa-a-a- up yet,” was Frenzy’s muffled reply.
“Do they have to treat me like some toddler?” Sam huffed as he plopped on the bed to pull his socks on.
There was a deep chuckle and dark red optics peered out from under the towel. “You are young,” Megatron laughed slightly.
Sam frowned at him. “I still kicked your aft pretty good.”
“Well you had the cube’s help,” Megatron sniffed. “In real combat, I would have defeated you.”
“You wish,” Sam drawled as he tugged on his sneakers. “You were beat, hands down.”
Megatron suddenly became serious and he looked at Sam sadly. “Indeed,” he said as he began folding the towel. “Human… Sam,” he corrected himself. “I do not believe that I ever apologized for-”
“And don’t now!” Sam interrupted as he jumped to his feet to look Megatron directly in the optic. “You were under a virus and completely unable to control your actions. Even Primus said so, so just drop it!”
Megatron frowned but gave a sharp nod as he set the towel on the small table. “If you insist, I shall never mention it again.”
“Please,” Sam said with a shudder. “I would prefer not to be reminded of my near death experience.”
Megatron shrugged but the door suddenly swung open and Sam jumped as Megatron, or Frenzy, suddenly dove beneath the bed. Sam wondered vaguely how he was able to fit before he turned to the intruder. Miles was standing in the doorway staring at the bed completely puzzled, a small plate of eggs and bacon in his hands. “Um… I brought you some breakfast,” he muttered.
Sam frowned and gestured at him to close the door. “Thanks,” he said taking the plate and he turned back to the bed. “It’s Miles.”
Red optics blinked at him from the darkness and soon Megatron appeared, his dark optics looking from Miles snickering form to Sam’s large grin and back again. “That was not funny in the least,” he growled.
“But highly entertaining,” Sam grinned cheekily as he dug into his eggs.
“Hmm…” Megatron frowned but there was a sudden knock at the door and it looked as if Megatron was getting ready to dive back under the bed when Will’s voice came through the wood.
“We have ten minutes guys! Hurry up!”
“Okay,” Miles called back as Sam shoved the rest of his breakfast into his mouth.
Megatron frowned at the display and turned back to the window. “If there was nothing else,” he drawled as he lifted up the glass once more.
“I think we’re okay now,” Sam told him as he wiped his hands on the discarded towel then began grabbing his things and shoving them randomly into his duffle. “Miles?”
“I’m good,” the other boy gave a small wave from where he was shoving his own wrinkled clothes into his bag.
Megatron just shook his head and was about climb back out onto the small ledge and down to the awning when he spotted something sitting on the side table of what he assumed had been Sam’s bed. With a quick glance at the departing humans, Megatron quickly reached out and palmed the item before he could be noticed. “I will let your guardian know that you will be emerging shortly,” he called out.
“Thanks,” Sam called back him as the door closed behind them. “Make sure you’re not seen!”
Megatron made a noncommittal noise before he ducked out the window and made his way down the side of the building and back to the parking lot where the other ‘Cons plus one yellow annoyance were waiting. Both Barricade and Bumblebee quickly turned to him as he appeared while Rumble, Ravage and the two birds continued transferring their ‘acquired’ goods from Soundwave to the Autobots trailer.
“Well?” Bumblebee instantly demanded.
“Is he up yet or do we need to resort to more drastic measures,” ‘Cade drawled.
Megatron sighed but due to the fact that Optimus was only a few spaces away just gave the group a quick nod before he allowed Frenzy to take control once again. It was now a seamless process and the change was quickly made as Frenzy grinned at the group. “He’s u-u-u-up!” he announced with a quick thumbs up.
“Well thank Primus for small favors,” Barricade huffed as he watched Ravage roll a rather large snow tire from Soundwave up into the trailer.
“What’s all this stuff for anyhow?” the mechanical cat frowned.
“We told you. Snow,” Barricade replied as he watched Rumble struggle a bit with the multitude of chains.
“All of it?” Rumble sounded disbelieving as he finally dropped his load into the now rapidly filling trailer.
“All of it,” Barricade confirmed. “Except what you lot got at those parking lots.”
“They have cra-a-ap secu-cur-curity,” Frenzy shrugged as he took a few of the bottles that Rumble had returned with to help lighten the load for his mate. Rumble sent him a grateful look.
“Oh don’t let Red hear you say that,” ‘Bee chuckled. “He’d want to ‘fix’ it.”
“Primus help us from the Autobots version of ‘help’,” Barricade groaned.
Bumblebee just laughed before he turned back to Soundwave. “How are they doing anyway?” he asked the Decepticon communications officer. “What did they say in your last transmission?”
“They were going gremlin hunting,” Soundwave drawled.
Both Barricade and Bumblebee just stared at Soundwave at this announcement before Barricade burst into laughter, startling Optimus a few feet away. “You Autobots! Will you ever learn?”
“What? What’s going on?” Optimus asked as he pulled up next to the group.
As Bumblebee quickly filled his leader in on the joke, no one could see the smirks going around the smaller mechs as they carted the winter supplies from Soundwave to the trailer. Were they ever in for a surprise when they finally learned that there really were gremlins on the base. Ironhide for one would not let the others live it down. It was something the six ‘Cons looked forward too.
“So what are we standing around for?” Perceptor called out as he appeared at the parking lot’s entrance and pulled up to the small group. “Are we ready to go yet?”
“It’s cold!” Jazz called out as he followed the small red mini-cooper into the large rig parking lot.
“It’s winter,” Prowl responded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Winter is cold, you’re both right!” Ratchet snapped as he quickly ducked around Jazz and pulled up next to Optimus, ensuring that Optimus blocked the cold wind.
“You okay?” Optimus chuckled.
“Fan-slagging-tastic,” Ratchet snarled.
“And a good morning to you too,” Barricade chuckled.
“Bite me.”
“Now children…” Optimus began.
“Are we going yet?” Sunny’s appearance halted anything else that Optimus was going to say.
“I can’t tell. Is it raining or is it snowing?” Sides whined as he followed his twin.
“SLAGGING SNOW!”
All of the older Autobots jumped and they quickly turned in surprise to stare at Bumblebee. The yellow cammaro huffed as he sat back on his wheels, growling. “Um… Are you okay there ‘Bee?” Jazz asked tentatively.
“This is only the beginning,” Barricade said again and Bumblebee groaned in agreement.
“Welcome to Hell,” the yellow ‘Bot muttered under his breath.
The older Autobots glanced at one another, wondering exactly what it was that they had gotten themselves into as the humans appeared and made their way towards the group of disguised Cybertronions. “Are we all ready to go?” Will called out cheerfully.
There was a groan from Epps and it looked as if the other ranger was having some trouble standing up as he swayed slightly on his feet. “Let’s just get this show on the road,” Epps whined as he quickly climbed up into Soundwave.
There was a snicker from Will as he climbed into Ironhide. “He’s had a rough night.”
“He’s not the only one,” Sam muttered as he glanced at the mechs. With a quick sigh, he made his way to Bumblebee and climbed in.
“You okay?” Bumblebee asked concerned.
“Peachy,” Sam sighed.
Bumblebee wondered briefly at the mention of human fruit before Optimus broke his thoughts. “All right everyone! Let’s roll out!”
“Optimus really, you need a better catch phrase,” Ironhide chuckled.
“What’s wrong with it?” Optimus asked in hurt and surprise.
“Optimus, you may be leader but you still have plenty to learn!” Jazz chirped as he zipped past.
“Well I like it…” Optimus huffed as the group pulled out.
Barricade just huffed as he slipped in between Optimus and Ironhide, hoping the larger mechs would buffer the wind. “Like I keep saying,” he muttered to himself. “This is such a bad idea…”
-To be Continued

Author's Note: Yeah, like I said, this chapter bothered me for some reason. I hope it made sense! Please join us tommorw for chapter One Hundred Twenty: A Mini-Meeting
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