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By Black Dragon Queen
Author's Note: A bit of a short one but I kind of stalled again on what to do here in order to get to the next chapter. Please enjoy!

Chapter One Hundred Thirty One: At a Standstill
The snow had gotten worse as the day had progressed and by the time night fell, the mechs could barely see what was in front of them. They could only rely on their highly advanced sensors to keep them from accidentally driving into a tree or into a ditch. The drive was winding up too be more than a little dangerous and Optimus wondered if it would be best to stop somewhere or if they should continue to forge ahead.
The humans had all announced that remaining on the road was fine with them and it was completely up to Optimus on whether or not they pressed forward. Optimus was torn but by that time it was going on near two in the morning and Barricade stated that the storm was winding down. How the ‘Con could tell he had no clue, but Bumblebee had instantly backed up his statement and Optimus decided to press ahead after the small weather report from Barricade, thinking that once the storm had finally ended it would all be over and they could continue as they had before.
Unfortunately, by the time dawn arrived, the mechs could all see that driving was still not going to be a picnic. Despite the Canadian highway patrol moving past with snowplows, they were a sight very rarely seen and almost as soon as they would past the wind would pick up and the snow would once again cover the roadways until the next plow passed them by. Optimus wondered if he could get one of the others to take a secondary alt mode the next time it passed so they could have a clear shot for Alaska.
The trailer had been the most difficult items so far as it had threatened to jack knife more than a couple times and had slid off into snow drifts and ditches at random intervals, such as the latest slide into the small dip by the side of the road. Optimus growled as he pulled forward once again only to receive the same result as the last four times he had tried. The trailer was firmly stuck in the large snowdrift as it sank down into the ditch completely stuck. Optimus growled as he revved his engine and once more tried to pull himself out of the ditch. “Ironhide,” he called out to the mech behind him. “Let’s go again!”
“Got it!” Ironhide called back as he once more got into position. On Optimus’ count he gunned his own engine and tried his best to push the trailer from its current position. “Slagging thing, move!”
“Ironhide, hold up!” Optimus called out after a few moments. Every time the mech would try to go forward, the immobile trailer would just pull him back and his hitch was starting to get sore from the constant pulling.
“I’m really sorry Optimus,” Ratchet called out from where he and the other were watching the proceeding. “I really thought that it wouldn’t be this much of a hassle!”
“Not you’re fault,” Optimus sighed as he sat back. “That did it!” he grumbled and everyone watched surprised as he suddenly unhitched the trailer and moved forward.
“Optimus! You’re not going to leave it, are you?” Perceptor gasped, horrified at the very idea of leaving all his equipment out in the middle of nowhere.
“Of course not,” Optimus told him. “Watch the road for people.”
“I doubt human’s would even be out in this weather,” Barricade chuckled as he watched Optimus transform into his master form.
“Slag it all to the pits,” Optimus snarled as he was slammed by the hard wind as soon as he stood. “This is the worst thing I’ve ever gone through.”
“I highly doubt that,” Ironhide drawled as he backed up and allowed Optimus to move around to the stuck corner.
Optimus surprised everyone when he stepped next to the trailer and sank down a good two feet. The large mech just gave Ironhide a look before he moved next to the trailer. “Wheeljack, Perceptor! Get over here and help me!”
“What?” the two mechs yelped in unison, surprised at suddenly being singled out.
“What can I do?” Perceptor asked incredulously as he pulled forward out of the clustered group trying their best to stay warm. “I’m not strong like Ironhide or Prowl.”
“No but a majority of stuff in here is yours,” Optimus drawled. “Therefore you can help get it out.”
Wheeljack instantly deflated as he realized that Optimus was right. He was hauling that dangerous thing around for their sake just so he and Perceptor could have their equipment. With a sigh he pulled forward and quickly transformed himself gasping in surprise as the wind hit him. “Slag it,” he muttered as he ducked his head and began to trudge through the snow towards Optimus and the stuck trailer.
“Perceptor?” Optimus called out.
“But what can I do?” Perceptor cried out, once again trying his best to sound like he wasn’t whining. “Besides, I have Ron and Steve with me!”
“We’ll gladly get out if you need us too!” Ron suddenly announced cheerfully, much to Perceptor’s horror.
“What’s the matter ‘Bot?” Barricade suddenly drawled as he pulled forward. “Afraid to get your hands dirty or something?”
Perceptor gasped insulted as Bumblebee and the Lambo’s began snickering. “I am no such thing!” Perceptor insisted. “I am a scientist! We get our hands dirty all the time thank you very much!”
“Well then, if that’s the case. Jazz! I assume you won’t mind taking Ron and Steve?” Optimus called out with a small laugh.
“No problem!” Jazz chuckled as Bumblebee pulled forward and the two men quickly changed vehicles. Sam and Miles snickered as they turned around in their seats to wave at their fathers behind them. Steve and Ron just waved back as they settled down in their seats.
“Ready Perceptor?” Optimus called out.
“Yeah, I guess,” Perceptor huffed as he pulled away from the group a bit and quickly transformed. Unfortunately for him, as a scientist, he did not possess the bulkier armor most of the others boasted and the next gust of wind quickly took him out.
The others burst out laughing as Perceptor was quickly blown over and went right into the large snow drift head first, his aft almost sticking straight up in the air. “That couldn’t have gone better even if I had planned it,” Barricade chuckled as Perceptor quickly pulled himself out of the snowdrift.
Dazed, the Autobot fell to the ground and just sat there, sulking angrily as he crossed his arms in front of himself. Optimus tilted his head, trying his best not to smirk. “Well?”
Perceptor just scowled. “I think I’ll stay down here, thank you.”
“Oh don’t be such a sparkling,” Ironhide laughed. “Once the trailer’s free we’ll be on our way again.”
Perceptor frowned remained intact for a few more moments before he sighed and uncrossed his arms. The others watched amused as he hauled himself to his feet only to once again be nearly blown away. Quickly dropping to his knees, he growled as he just crawled over to where Wheeljack and Optimus were waiting. “Where do you want me?” he snapped as the others were all laughing hysterically.
Optimus smirked. “Well, since you’re down there, how about you get a hold of the tire and see if you can’t un-wedge it?”
“Got it,” Perceptor nodded as he crawled around to the stuck side.
“Wheeljack, you grab the corner while I’ll take the middle,” Optimus quickly directed and the three were soon heaving away. It took some maneuvering to get the trailer free and Optimus was wondering what else could possibly happen before they reached Alaska. ‘Only twenty more hours to go,’ he told himself firmly. “We’re in the home stretch!”
“The what?” Perceptor looked up curiously.
“Nothing,” Optimus muttered quickly. “We’re not going to be able to push it or pull it out so the only thing we can do is lift it straight up.”
“Oh no,” Perceptor groaned.
“Oh yes. Right Wheeljack?” Optimus glanced over at the other mech who had knelt down to assess the situation.
“Unfortunately it seems to be our best option,” Wheeljack agreed with a nod.
“Do you need me to come over and help?” Ironhide asked with a small chuckle.
“No, I think we got it!” Optimus called back. “Okay, so on three.”
“On three what?” Wheeljack looked up puzzled.
There was some laughter from the others as Optimus sighed in frustration. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come over and help?” Ironhide laughed again.
Optimus shot the black truck a glare before he looked over at his “helpers”. “Just lift when I say. Ready? Lift!”
The three instantly heaved as they pulled the trailer’s corner right straight up and out of the deep rut it had gotten itself in. “Oh slag! This thing is heavy!” Perceptor instantly announced to everyone present.
“No kidding, now hurry up and push it over to the road,” Wheeljack growled and the trailer landed with a loud thud onto the pavement as the three dropped it simultaneously.
“My extractors!” Perceptor yelped as he went around the trailer and instantly opened the back doors to inspect the cargo.
Wheeljack shook his head as he stood back up when he heard his leader and friend swear. “Slag it all to the pits this is all we need!” Optimus was growling.
“What is it? What’s the problem?” Prowl asked concerned as he pulled over to where Optimus was bent down examining the corner that had been stuck.
“One of the tires blew,” Optimus growled in aggravation.
“Don’t you have a spare?” Jazz asked curiously.
“We could put one of the older tiers back on it,” Bumblebee suggested. “The tires we took off Optimus. It would slide more but…” he trailed off as Optimus started laughing, surprising everyone.
Optimus was looking at the all with a small, amused grin on his face. “They’re doubled up,” he chuckled. “One blown tire is more of a nuisance than anything else. As long as the cargo doesn’t shift around too much,” he shrugged nonchalantly.
“Still, it can’t be good in this weather,” Prowl said concerned.
Optimus shook his head. “If it bothers you so much, we can get a new tire in the next town.” He paused. “What is the next town?”
“We’re almost to the Yukon border so it would be… a place called ‘Watson Lake’,” Jazz announced as he glanced at his map.
“Hey look! They have a water slide!” Ron chuckled as he read the information Jazz was displaying.
“Looks like another tourist town,” Barricade chuckled as he looked at the various web pages the town supported.
“All I care about is if they have an auto place,” Optimus sighed as he moved back to the front of the trailer. “We’ll stop there for the tire and so the guys can get some supplies and then we’re going to be back on the road people!”
“Can’t we take a break?” Sunny whined from behind Barricade. “We’ve been going nonstop!”
“That’s kind of the point,” Barricade drawled.
“But I’m tired!” Sunny complained and the others glanced at him a bit worried.
“‘Tired’, tired or just are you just complaining?” Ratchet asked directly.
“What?” Sunny gasped offended. “I’m just tired! You think I would lie about that?”
The medic let out a small sigh. “Jazz, how are you holding up?”
“Peachy keen,” the Pontiac called back.
“Just one more day; can you hold out for one more day?” Optimus asked the Lamborghini. “We’ll rest at Watson Lake but we do have to press onwards. We’re already a day behind.”
Sunny was quiet for a moment before he let out a loud sigh. “Oh all right,” he huffed. “As long as we do get to rest somewhat at some point.”
“Thank you,” Optimus smiled gratefully at the mech and Sideswipe instantly pulled up beside the yellow mech and pressed his front gently against him in support.
“I don’t know how he could be tired,” Barricade huffed annoyed. “I’m the one towing his aft all over Canada.”
“Barricade,” Bumblebee drawled warningly.
“I’m just saying,” Barricade retorted.
“And we thank you for it,” Optimus surprised them and everyone else by saying. “We know that you just had their and the sparklings well being in mind.”
“Bite me,” Barricade growled back. Optimus just laughed as he shifted back into alt mode and quickly re-connected to the trailer.
Soundwave just watched from where he was hanging off at the edge of the group. It was true. From what he had overheard in the conversations between his long time friend and the young Autobot scout, it had been mostly Barricade doing the planning on how to get the three expecting up to Alaska without damaging them.
A far cry from how he acted when Soundwave had last seen him. Back then, Barricade had been firm in his duty to see the Autobots completely eradicated. However as he thought about it, Soundwave realized it wasn’t all that true. Barricade had done his duty to ensure that he fought off the Autobots in order to further Megatron’s cause but it had been just that. A duty.
Barricade had never acted like the other, more destructive mechs of the Decepticon ranks. He had done most of his killing for no other reason than it was his job rather than to enjoy the pleasure of a kill. And Soundwave was surprised to realize that when he had killed, Barricade had ensured a quick end instead of prolonging the torture.
Most wouldn’t think the Decepticons capable of compassion but clearly Barricade was one. The fact that he cared so much for his own team was proof of his more… considerate side. Barricade was firm with them but if any of them were ever in need, he would be the first one into the fray to see them to safety.
Another rarity in the Decepticon ranks. Usually everyone would leave everyone else to simply fend for themselves. Soundwave let out a small sigh, his thoughts whirling about in his processor and coming up with no logical answer as to the Mustang’s strange behavior.
Barricade was still a ‘Con, no question there, but he clearly had no desire to see anyone to harm despite what side they were on. Clearly something had changed him and Soundwave couldn’t help himself from glancing over at the yellow Camaro and the passengers within.
“He’s changed,” Rumble muttered from where he was watching from the passenger seat.
“Is that a bad thing?” Megatron laughed as he wandered over, coloring book in hand. “The war changed all of us and I think it’s good that he’s able to integrate himself in with Optimus and his crew.”
“You would say that,” Rumble frowned.
Megatron just shrugged before he looked back over at Epps in the driver’s seat. “You’ve got my green.”
“Sorry,” Epps chuckled as he passed over the required item.
“The only thing we really have to worry about is the Lambo and the first lieutenant,” Megatron continued as he turned and made his way back to the small table to continue with his coloring.
“How’s that?” Laserbeak asked as he looked up from where he was perched on the back of the second chair.
“Elementary my dear Doctor Watson,” Megatron said with a large smirk, practically sending Epps into a complete giggle fit as he took on the stance of the famous fictional detective. “We don’t know when or how those sparklings are going to ‘pop out’, as it were.”
The birds still looked puzzled but Ravage lifted his head up from where he was lounging on the bench seat, a look of horror on his feline face. “Oh slag, I never thought of that.”
Megatron just nodded as Rumble turned around in his seat to look from one to the other and back again. “What are you guys talking about?”
“The sparklings,” Megatron repeated. “We don’t know when those two are going to have them.”
“Just pray it’s not on this trip,” Ravage sighed as he laid his head back down.
The bird’s optics got bright with surprise as Rumble’s jaw dropped. “Oh slag.”
“Indeed,” Epps laughed. “But at least they’re with the medic.”
“Who’s also expecting,” Megatron added gleefully.
“Why do I get the feeling these mechs have absolutely no idea what they’ve gotten themselves into?” Rumble huffed as he turned back around to face the front.
Epps just chuckled as he snapped his own activity book closed. “Does anyone?” he grinned.
Rumble just frowned at him before he turned to look once more out the window, wondering what this “Watson Lake” would be like.
“Well I’m completely lost,” Jazz chuckled as the group just stared at the multiple road and town signs that stretched out before them.
“How could you be lost? These things tell you how to get to anyplace!” Barricade chuckled.
“Who ever heard of a ‘sign forest’ anyway?” Ironhide huffed as he looked about the different posts.
“Do any of them tell us which direction the repair shop is?” Optimus asked curiously.
“I think we just keep going down this road,” Ratchet laughed.
“Hang on a second!” Ron suddenly called out as he climbed out of the small Solstice. “Sam! Miles! Get out here! I want to take a picture for your mother.”
“You can’t be serious!” Sam gaped at his father stunned but Bumblebee had already opened the door.
“We’ll catch up,” Bumblebee laughed as he watched Ron and Steve maneuver their respective boys towards the signs.
Optimus just laughed as he and most of the others began heading towards the center of town. “Don’t be late!”
Bumblebee just laughed as the others left, leaving himself, Jazz and Prowl behind. “I hope ‘Cade behaves himself,” Bumblebee said aloud as he watched the Mustang follow reluctantly behind the Top Kick.
“Why wouldn’t he?” Jazz chuckled. “Besides, what can he do while towing Sunny around?”
“he can piss the others off, that’s what he can do,” Bumblebee grumbled.
“‘Piss off’?” Prowl asked curiously.
“Never mind babe,” Jazz laughed. Prowl let out a small frustrated sigh but dropped the question easily enough.
Bumblebee looked over at the four humans still looking around at the signs. “Are you done?” he called out with a small chuckle. “This isn’t a vacation you know!”
“Coming!” Sam called out as he and Miles quickly darted between their fathers and headed back towards the group of waiting Autobots.
“I wonder if there’s one for Tranquility,” Steve mused thoughtfully as he slipped back into Jazz’s passenger seat.
“Well next time we come, we’ll bring one,” Ron laughed as he put the camera away.
“Next time?” Prowl asked curiously. “You plan to return again?”
“Sure, we all are, aren’t we?” Ron laughed.
“I’m afraid I don’t follow,” Prowl stated, puzzlement in his voice.
“Well how much of that Energon can you honestly carry all the way back to Claifornia?” Ron asked him with a small smirk. “I can only assume you will be making multiple trips.”
All three of the disguised mechs all gasped at this. “Oh Primus! I didn’t think of that!” Sam groaned as he slouched in his seat.
“Another trip like this one?” Jazz groaned. “I don’t think I could take it!”
“Just be sure to plan it during better weather,” Steve chuckled as he pulled out a water bottle.
“Still I’m just saying…” Bumblebee began when suddenly he broke off as there was a snow plow approaching… and slowing down at the sight of them. “What in the world?”
“Perhaps he wants us to move?” Prowl stated, already moving as far over to the side of the road as he could.
“I don’t think so,” Sam frowned. “He doesn’t have the blade down.”
“What do you suppose he wants?” Miles asked curiously.
“Oh slag. I hope he doesn’t want to talk to the patrol officer,” Sam suddenly groaned.
“What?” Prowl yelped alarmed.
“Do you have that hologram program in that Optimus gave you?” Jazz asked worriedly.
“Well yeah but-”
“Good, because I think you’re going to have to use it,” Jazz finished as the snowplow soon pulled up alongside them.
Everyone watched apprehensively as a man suddenly climbed out of the cab of the snowplow and began making his way towards them. Shockingly, he did not head towards Prowl, as everyone had expected but instead he made his way right towards the small yellow Camaro. Sam and Miles looked over at one another surprised before they glanced back at the man still approaching.
“What do you think he wants?” Miles asked quietly.
“I doubt it’s a hijacking,” Bumblebee stated. “Not with Prowl in play.”
“This is no time for game Bumblebee!” Prowl instantly snapped, outraged.
“Prowl darling, hush,” Jazz quickly shushed his agitated mate.
“Maybe he thinks we’re stuck or lost or something,” Miles stated hopefully.
“Doubt it,” Sam frowned as he made to move the window down. He spotted their fathers getting out of Jazz once more as it became apparent that the man was headed for their sons.
With a deep breath, Sam looked out and up at the man, trying his best to keep his face as neutral as possible. “Yes sir? Can we help you?”
The man simply grinned as he gave both Steve and Ron a nod as they approached. “You’re Sam Witwicky?” he asked turning back to Sam.
Everyone gasped at this as Sam’s eyes widened in surprise. “How-?”
“How did I know your name and in turn know that these cars you’re driving aren’t really cars at all?” The man laughed.
“You know about us?” Jazz yelped in surprise.
“Jazz!” Prowl gasped alarmed as his smaller mate broke silence and gave them away.
“What? He said he knew us!” Jazz shot back.
“Still, you shouldn’t have said anything!”
The man just surprised everyone as he threw his head back and laughed. “I assure you that it is quite all right… Prowl, I assume? There are two patrol cars listed here.”
“Prowl,” he admitted reluctantly.
“But wait! How do you know about them?” Sam demanded as he got out of ‘Bee’s cab to speak to the man more directly.
“Simple,” the man grinned. “I know all about the Autobots and why you guys are up here,” he explained as he turned back to Sam. “I’m the guy you were supposed to meet up in Anchorage. The name’s Knight and I’ll be your tour guide for the next foreseeable future.” The others could only stare at the grinning man in complete shock.
-To Be Continued
Author's Note: Short, like I said, but I SO wanted to see Perceptor fly into the snow! Please join us next time for chapter One Hudnred Thirty Two: Knight Man
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