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Author's Note: I am so, so, so, so, sorry! I got so frazzled by the computer malfunction that I got backed up in my writing! I should be back up to par this week ^^; I wrote this on only one hour of sleep in 2 days. If anything seems odd, I apologize for it. I know that it's probably going to be riddled with mistakes and I apologize for it. I'll look over it when I get home from work.
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Chapter One Hundred Twenty Eight: Emotional Breakdowns
“Damn it Optimus, this is no time for slagging jokes!” Ironhide bellowed slamming his fist against the trailer that was the real source of his frustration.
“I’m just saying,” Optimus laughed as he pulled a bit further from the edge of the steep incline that was nearly his undoing. How embarrassing would have that been, to survive all those encounters with Megatron and his Decepticons only to be done in by what was essentially a box on wheels and a hill? “Rather pathetic if you ask me,” he muttered to himself before he realized that his entire team plus Barricade was still staring at him astounded.
Ratchet and Jazz glanced at one another worriedly as there was a groan from Barricade. “Primus, it’s finally happened. He’s finally cracked. We’re all doomed…”
“Barricade,” Bumblebee hissed warningly though he himself was trying his best not to smile.
“What?” Barricade chuckled under his breath.
“Shut it,” he ordered just before the others finally made their way over. All save Soundwave had transformed and it was only because he had not only his team but still carried some equipment as well.
“Optimus! Are you all right?” Prowl asked as he quickly joined the small group by the edge. He instantly began looking the truck over from end to end though what he was looking for, no one was really sure.
“Been through worse,” Optimus announced as he pulled forward subconsciously, a bit embarrassed at all the attention he was gaining. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
“Oh don’t mind me. I’m just peachy, thanks for asking,” Jazz drawled, starling Prowl with the annoyed tone behind it.
“What?” Prowl looked at his scowling mate in alarm as he realized that the horrid ‘hormone imbalance’ that the human’s had been speaking about had taken over and Jazz was mad at him for something. Unfortunately the only thing that he could focus on now was the strange new word. “‘Peachy’?”
Jazz glared. “You weren’t even worried about me were you?” he snapped, a small hitch to his voice. “You probably wouldn’t even care!”
“What?” Prowl screeched. “I didn’t- I mean I knew that you would be okay.” This just seemed to make Jazz angrier and Prowl took a small involuntary step back in alarm.
“You better say something quick,” Ratchet chuckled. “Before he pulls out his pipe bombs.”
“Pipe bombs?” Sunny asked curiously.
“Never mind,” Ratchet shushed the younger mech as he began going over Optimus with his travel scanner.
Jazz’s scowl, meanwhile, darkened and Prowl scrambled for something more to say to avert an angry and emotional argument. He glanced over at Ironhide who quickly held up his hands and backed away. “Leave me out of this,” the black Top Kick muttered as he wandered back to the other side of the small clearing to try and get out of the wind.
Prowl frowned slightly before he turned back to the still growling Jazz. “But I do care,” he told the small silver mech soothingly and in a calm tone. “I always worry about you, you should know that. There’s not a time when I don’t worry.” Jazz’s growling got quieter but was still a continuous noise as he stared at Prowl, waiting for him to continue. “But I also know that you can take care of yourself and that trying to keep you in some preservation chamber would only push you away. You’re a free spirit and I knew that you would be all right. If only for the sparkling’s sake.” Jazz’s growling finally come to an end and Prowl pressed forward before he lost his chance. “You’re the best fighter and I’ve seen you get out of the worst of situations without barely a scuff mark! More dangerous than I’ve even faced! You’re the toughest Autobot I know and that’s why I admire you as much as I do.”
“Nice save,” Barricade drawled as he walked past and headed over to speak with Optimus again.
“Shut up,” Prowl hissed while his focus never left from Jazz’s face.
Jazz just smiled as he finally reached out and snagged Prowl’s arm and practically hung off of him, going from hard as nails angry to a soft emotional barnacle of happiness in moments. “Aw, you just say the sweetest things!”
The other mechs just continued to stare completely baffled at the sudden mood shifts the second Lieutenant was changing faster than year old oil. All save Sideswipe that was, considering he was use to such occurrences if Sunny’s complete disregard for Jazz’s actions was anything to go by. “What was the term you used?” Sideswipe suddenly asked, turning to Barricade. “The icky phrase?”
Barricade chuckled at the Sideswipe using the term “icky”. “It’s ‘gag me’,” he told the small mech.
“Oh yes. Now I remember. Oh gag me!” Sides stated that with way too much exuberance in his tone and Sunny just shook his head as gave his mate a small punch in the arm while Bumblebee and Barricade both snickered at his antics.
The others decided to ignore the younger mechs in the group and decided to get back to the main problem at hand. “I don’t understand it,” Wheeljack muttered as he made his way to Ratchet’s side and looked down the eighteen-wheeler worriedly, still distraught over what a near thing the small accident had been. “Why didn’t you just unhook the trailer?”
“If he unhooked it, then he really would have gone over,” Ironhide huffed as he looked over at the silver and green mech critically. “You’re the engineer, couldn’t you tell?”
“Ironhide, shut it,” Ratchet growled at the gunner warningly. Prowl, Wheeljack and the twins looked at him surprised but Ironhide just shrugged as if expecting to the harsh treatment. Barricade figured he probably did due to the fact that it was Ratchet’s husband he was disrespecting.
“Thank Primus he didn’t!” Perceptor announced as he came over, followed by the humans at a much slower pace. “All our equipment is in there!”
“It’s not worth his life,” Prowl snapped the smaller mech, shocked that his precious equipment was the only thing the scientist was worried about. Perceptor opened his mouth to argue the point when someone beat him to it.
“If it means retrieving the Energon, yes it is.”
“What?” Prowl gasped as he turned around to stare at the speaker in stunned disbelief, not believing that heard what he thought he had.
Optimus just sighed as he finally released the clamp to the trailer and quickly unhooking himself. He pulled forward slightly in order to transform so he could face Prowl and the others face to face. “If it means the survival of many, I’m more than willing to risk my life.”
The members of the Second and Third teams seemed stunned to hear this but Sam was nodding absently from where he was standing near Soundwave with the other humans, using the large ‘Con as a buffer against the wind. It made sense to the boy, even if he didn’t agree with it personally, that Optimus would think that way. If Optimus was willing to take on the power of the All Spark and sacrifice himself in order to keep it from destroying his people, then it made sense that the acquisition of Energon would be just as important to him that he would be willing to risk his life for it.
It didn’t mean that Sam was any happier to hear Optimus admit it though. He had been just as frightened as anyone else when he had seen Optimus hanging over the edge like he had been. He was just relieved that Optimus, and everyone taking part in his small rescue, was okay.
“He tends to do that,” a deep voice spoke to him and Sam and Miles whirled around to find Megatron within Frenzy’s body just staring at the large red and blue mech now thankfully on the road once more. “He never pauses to think how others would be affected if he were to ‘sacrifice’ himself for the ‘greater good’,” Megatron continued with a small shake of the head when he was suddenly pushed, though granted very lightly, off balance.
“Do you want to be caught?” Rumble hissed at him as he quickly looked around to ensure that none of the Autobots who didn’t already know about Megatron’s presence, nor the humans who didn’t had heard them speaking. Mostly everyone’s attention was still on the sputtering Prowl however, and no one had noticed the deep voice reverberating from the tiny mech.
Megatron just shrugged as he glanced over at Sam. For a long moment, the two just stared at one another before Megatron shrugged again and quickly faded away, bright red optics the only indication that he had allowed Frenzy the forefront once again. “Op-op-oppy is ha-having a b-bad d-d-day!” the hacker stated with a shake of his head as he looked at the leader of the Autobots with a small smirk.
“Bad week is more like it,” Miles chuckled in agreement.
“Are we surprised?” Ravage asked as he made his way over to the smaller group huddled a few feet away.
“No, not really,” Rumble shrugged as he looked back at the clustered assembly of Autobots who were still speaking.
“Optimus, are you sure you’re going to be able to continue?” Prowl was asking the larger mech.
“It was a near thing Prowl, but I’m fine,” Optimus insisted. “A combination of wind and slick roads. Now at least we know what to be careful of.”
“Optimus, you almost went over a cliff,” Wheeljack told him slowly as if speaking to a young sparkling.
Both ‘Bee and ‘Cade snickered at this while Ratchet could only give his friend an exasperated look as Optimus let out a soft smile of his own. “The main word there being ‘almost’,” he told the concerned mech. “I almost went over, but I didn’t. We just have to be more careful from now on.”
“This weather is the most difficult and annoying thing I’ve ever encountered,” Perceptor huffed as he leaned against a tree to find some sort of shelter against the harsh wind that slammed against him.
“We did try to warn you,” ‘Bee told him, seeming unaffected by the weather.
“Why aren’t you affected?” Ironhide asked suspiciously as he looked at both ‘Bee and ‘Cade who were standing around as if the snow swirling around them was nothing more than soft leaves during a brisk Autumn day.
“Simple,” Barricade laughed. “This is only the outer edge of the storm. The worse is yet to come.” The fact that this news was delivered with the same enthusiasm that Sides had shown previously, as if Barricade was announcing the resurrection of Cybertron, did nothing to create enthusiasm from the others. It was more like horror.
“It’s what?” Ratchet yelped aghast.
“Perhaps we should have stayed in that town,” Prowl muttered sourly.
“Too late to go back,” Wheeljack told him with a shake of his head. “And it would be a waste of time to head back.”
“Slag,” Prowl groaned.
“This has been the absolute pits,” Jazz agreed as he dropped his head onto Prowl’s shoulder, the very image of defeat.
“We’ve all been having trouble with the weather,” Sideswipe admitted with a shrug.
“No kidding,” Sunny huffed as he rubbed the area of his chest where his headlight would have been.
“Then we have no choice,” Barricade muttered under his breath before he raised his voice to speak to the mech on the other side of the road. “Hey Autobit! No choice! We’ve got to hook up.”
“I hate to say it, but I think you’re right!” Bumblebee called back with a sigh. “I was hoping to get a little further.”
“Weren’t we all?” Barricade laughed.
“I do not approve of this,” Soundwave announced as Frenzy was already moving to get the chains set up without even a word from Barricade, Rumble scrambling to catch up.
“Suck it up man,” Jazz huffed. “None of us do.”
“Well this ought to be entertaining,” Steve chuckled as he followed the two mechs to retrieve the chains.
“How do we do this?” Miles asked curiously as Rumble very happily dropped a few into the boy’s arms. “Oomph!”
“Careful,” Sam quickly reached out and balanced his friend.
“Thanks,” Miles nodded as he turned towards the mechs who were once again transforming back into their alt modes. Ironhide and Ratchet were once again hitching the trailer back up much to Optimus’ annoyance.
“Hey, if I could tow it myself, I would,” Ratchet chuckled as he transformed himself.
“Whose chains are these?” Miles asked Barricade curiously as Ron and Epps came over with a few more.
“There are still three more sets to get,” Epps stated as he dropped his own group.
“For the moment, let’s just hook one team up and that way we’ll know what to do for the other two,” Ron stated as he looked down at the pile of chains in the snow.
“Wonderful idea,” Bumblebee stated as Barricade let out a wicked grin.
“So who’s going to be the guinea pig?” the ‘Con drawled.
“The what?” Perceptor asked curiously.
There was a sigh from the hummer. “I suppose I will,” he reluctantly volunteered as he pulled forward.
“Okay, lets see what we can do,” Will stated as he quickly took charge on getting the two mechs connected. The other humans and a very reluctant Rumble were soon moving the chains this way and that as they tried to figure out what would be the best way to utilize them.
“We need to get the cat litter bags too,” Barricade suddenly announced.
“The what now?” Ravage asked appalled at the very mention of the item. Ravage didn’t have fur but more than a few humans could just picture it standing on end if he did.
“For weight and traction,” Bumblebee quickly soothed the cat. “If someone gets stuck, we could just shake it around the tire and get out.”
Ravage didn’t seem all that impressed as the two condors began snickering at him. “Shut up,” the cat hissed as he quickly made his way back into Soundwave and out of the cold.
Sam just shook his head at the mechanical feline’s actions and continued on with his own appointed task. While the group was trying their best to figure out how to connect the chains, Sam was busy with Frenzy sitting on a fallen tree log trying to untangle some of the other chains that had entangled together. It was very tedious and his gloves made it a challenge but Sam was happy to actually be of use for the moment.
“You’ve been very quiet,” a deep voice suddenly stated, starling Sam slightly out of his thoughts containing a very poofy Ravage and a dryer.
“I’m sorry?” he asked surprised as he looked towards the other person untangling the lines.
“Quiet,” Megatron repeated never once looking up from his own work. “Since the hotel this morning.”
Sam blinked in surprise before he quickly ducked his head and became determined to keep his attention on untangling some of the knots in order to hide the flushed look he knew was on his face. “What do you mean?” He tried to sound nonchalant, as if he had no idea as to what Megatron could possible be referring to, and failed miserably.
Megatron gave him a sharp look before he went back to untangling the cold metal links. “You’re facing a rather complicated choice here, with them,” and here Megatron jerked his head in the direction of the two mechs that were still standing around out of alt mode, directing the humans on where the best place would be to tie off the lines on their venerable undercarriages.
“What are you talking about?” Sam insisted, trying his best to keep his voice calm and even. It cracked on the “t” syllable in the word “about” though, and he knew that he wasn’t fooling Megatron one bit. “What choice?”
“Between them,” Megatron smirked as he finally took his gaze away from his work to shoot Sam a pointed look. “You think that no one would have noticed?” he persisted.
“Notice what?” Sam continued to be deliberately obtuse, feeling it best to take after Wheeljack’s approach for the moment.
Megatron shook his head as he let out a small sigh. “Youngsters,” he huffed before he turned a bit to face Sam head on. “You’re in love,” he stated point blank. “The curious question now becomes, which one? And I think you have no answer to that one either.”
Sam’s eyes widened in shock before he felt himself flush and he ducked his head again. He was quiet a long moment before he sighed. “It doesn’t matter,” he insisted firmly, keeping his gaze on his work. “Nothing will come of it considering who and what we are.”
“Really?” Megatron drawled, a small chuckle rising up. “I doubt that Captain Lennox would agree.”
“You know about that too?” Sam gasped, his head jerking upward in surprise.
“Of course,” Megatron scoffed with a small wave of his hand. “Kind of hard not to when they’re acting pretty much like younglings in love.”
The optic’s lightened and there was a small chuckle. “Du-du-duh,” Frenzy snickered before Megatron took control once more.
Sam shook his head with a small smile of his own. “They are kind of acting like teenagers,” he snickered.
“Indeed,” Megatron chuckled. “Though I am please by the development.”
“Really?” Sam asked completely surprised. “You’re happy that Ironhide, a Cybertronion, is with a pitiful Earth native?”
“I was High Lord Protector,” Megatron stressed as he separated the fist chain and set it aside. “I have hope that everyone from Cybertron will be able to find a bit of happiness in life with someone, no matter who that other person is or where they’re from. At least he found someone.”
Sam looked at Megatron surprised as he just barely made out that last sentence and was stunned to see an expression of such sadness on the angular face. He never knew Frenzy could look so downhearted and the fact that it was actually Megatron that was contorting Frenzy’s features to make that expression was completely shocking. It was only the freezing cold air that reached his tongue that actually made Sam aware that he had opened his mouth to ask a question that he now realized perhaps wouldn’t be the best one to ask. There was a chuckle and Sam ducked his head again. “Sorry,” he muttered. “It’s none of my business.”
“Perfectly understandable,” Megatron chuckled. “It’s to be expected considering not only your species curiosity, but also your age as well that you would wonder.”
Sam just shrugged and the two continued to work in silence for a while before Sam couldn’t help himself. “Have you ever-? I mean-? Who was it that-?”
Megatron dropped the chain into his lap and looked at Sam incredulously. “Who do you think?” he drawled before his gaze quickly flickered over to the group of Autobots again.
Sam blinked for a moment before it seemed to dawn on him. “You mean-?” he began only to have Megatron quickly lean over the pile of chains in order to clamp a hand over Sam’s mouth before the boy could say it out loud.
“It doesn’t matter,” Megatron stated as he sat back down. “I lost my chance, which is why I’m so surprised that you’re willing to give up yours before you’ve even tried. You never gave up in that military city.”
“Mission City,” Sam corrected absently.
Megatron shook his head. “Whatever,” he dismissed. “I just didn’t think that you of all people would quit before even getting out of the gate.”
“But did you really lose your chance?” Sam asked, still trying his best to recover from his surprise. “I mean you’re both alive- well, you are again- so why-?”
Megatron just shot him a small frown and halted anymore of Sam’s questions with a shake of his head. “I will not do that to him,” he announced as he glanced at the group of Autobots still all watching the other humans trying their best to connect Ratchet to Soundwave.
“But if you were Aligned-” Sam began before Megatron shook his head again.
“I felt the Link but it never fully matured into an Alignment,” he explained. “And it will stay that way if I have anything to say about it.”
“What?” Sam blinked surprise, confusion coming to the forefront. “But I thought that your sparks were what determined who you would Link with and it was the sparks that connected to each other.”
“It is our sparks that Link,” Megatron confirmed with a nod. “But a young spark usually takes time to become aware of what exactly it is that it’s searching for. Linking is only the beginning. It’s when the two sparks recognize one another and begin to call. It takes a strong emotional connection before two sparks to become fully Aligned and synced together. Hence our version of a wedding and why it’s mostly the older ones who are Aligned.”
“Young?” Sam blinked surprised as he glanced back at the group. “But I thought it was-”
“It is,” Megatron interrupted quickly. “We have known each other since practically the beginning you know, and have been separated for over a few billion years.”
Sam blinked as he thought about it. “So wait. You’re still linked on your end of the spectrum but he’s still completely oblivious? I would think he would have noticed it before now. Before Cybertron even died.”
Megatron let out a heavy sigh as he finished untangling another chain. “I only realized what it was that was happening just dinacycles before the war,” he admitted softly. “Before the-virus.”
The last word was said so quietly that Sam thought for a moment that he hadn’t heard it at all, but he had. Sam looked at the bent head with a sad, sinking feeling creeping up his throat. “And now?”
“Now?” Megatron shook his head. “I’ve hurt him far too many times and he deserves a chance to be happy.”
“But if it’s your spark that his is looking for…” Sam trailed off stunned as Megatron shook his head.
“He would be much happier with someone who hasn’t brought him so much pain,” Megatron insisted. “Perhaps he will meet someone of your race who would make him happy like the weapon’s specialist has found in Will.”
“What if he doesn’t?” Sam pressed after a moment of silence. “What if he’s continually trying to find the other spark at the end of the Link his spark is calling out for?”
“It is still better than being with me,” Megatron insisted before he shot Sam a hard stare. “Is this the reason you are so hesitant?” he asked him firmly. “You are worried that you will be left behind if you choose wrong and he becomes Linked to someone else?”
Sam blinked before he sighed. “I could lose both of them,” he admitted. “I’m not as brave as Will. And I can’t hurt ‘Bee like that.”
“‘Bee?” Megatron asked with a wide smile. “So it’s Barricade who you are torturing yourself over. Will wonders never cease?”
Sam ducked his head, knowing his face was redder than a tomato. “Does it matter who I may or may not have stronger feelings for? I have feelings for both of them. Just more feelings for Barricade than I even thought possible, that’s the problem.”
“It’s only a problem if you look at it as an obstacle and not a challenge to be overcome,” Megatron chuckled. “So let me see if I can guess the situation. You thought you had feelings for the young Autobot warrior when suddenly this bad ass Decepticon commander comes waltzing up to your door and now you’re all confused and don’t want anyone getting hurt, am I correct in my assumptions?”
Sam could only stare in shock. “Did you just call Barricade a ‘bad ass’?”
Megatron smirked. “He’s a Decepticon, is he not?”
Sam frowned before his shoulders slumped and he nodded. “You pretty much summed it up in a nut shell,” he admitted. “And I’m completely lost as to what to do!”
“Do you want my advice?” Megatron asked with a small smirk.
Sam gave the Decepticon leader a wary look before he finally nodded. “Might as well.”
Megatron just smirked as he leaned forward, nearly nose to nose with the human boy. “Love hurts, and it fucking sucks. Learn to deal.”
Sam could feel his jaw dropped stunned but before he could say anything, Perceptor moved wandered over and Megatron pulled back. “Are they untangled?” the small red mech asked curiously as he looked over the pile of chains before the two.
“Oh!” Sam startled at the interruption. “We’ve got it!” he called out to ‘Bee who was looking over at him curiously. Barricade also looked up at the sound of Sam’s voice and Sam could almost feel his heart begin to pound louder in his chest as the mech’s gaze found him.
“Thanks,” Preceptor’s voice brought him out of his thoughts once again as the Autobot scientist took the chains from he and Frenzy.
Sam glanced over at the mech beside him only to blink in surprise to see the lighter red optics staring back at him and the mech grinning madly. “He-he-he’s r-r-right,” Frenzy laughed. “It c-c-can s-s-suck a-at t-times.” He turned to once more board Soundwave in an effort to get out of the cold but before he did he threw over his shoulder, “b-b-but i-its s-so w-w-worth it.”
Sam could only turn back around as ‘Bee called him once more, his mind a whirl with his thoughts and a very burning question on his mind as he looked over at the two mechs. ‘But is it worth the pain I could cause to the other?’
“Come on guys! The snow isn’t going to stop any time soon!” Barricade announced as he and Bumblebee both transformed so they too could be outfitted with the chains. Sam quickly shook his head and tried to banish that thought out of his head and instead concentrate on what needed to be done and how he could help.
With the humans help, the three expecting were soon hitched to their respective buddies and the group was on their way once again. They weren’t being so much towed as they were just leashed, a difference Ratchet noticed immediately. He also noticed the Soundwave’s passengers were having fun staring down at him from the rear window as both condors and cat lounged on the bench. “This is embarrassing,” he muttered sourly.
“Better this than in a ditch,” was Soundwave’s reply. “Which is where you’re husband is headed.”
“What?” Ratchet yelped surprise.
“-Don’t worry,-” came Barricade’s voice over the radio. “-The snow should cushion his fall.-”
“Wheeljack! Status?” Prowl called out.
“This is the pits!” was Wheeljack’s angered reply.
“At least we’re away from the cliff,” Sunny sated somewhat relieved.
“True,” Optimus chuckled and Sam could only glance once more in Bumblebee’s rearview mirror at the large eighteen-wheeler that was once again bringing up the rear.
A small thought suddenly occurred to him and he felt horrible that he hadn’t realized it before. How in the world had Megatron felt when he saw his spark’s other half nearly go over that cliff and knowing that there was absolutely nothing that he could have done to stop it?
-To Be Continued

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