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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author's Note: -snickers- Fun chapter! Really fun!
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!: I highly suggest that you do not eat and or drink anything when reading this chapter. I nearly killed Anya and Kallipso with this one.
TAKE NOTE: This is post 2 of 7 that I am doing in a row! Five more to go!
Chapter One Hundred Thirty Five: Dew Drop In
The gremlins were up to something. Inferno wasn’t sure what it was, but something was definitely up with them. For the past three hours, the four mechs had been huddled in a corner chatting quietly amongst themselves. It seemed it all revolved around Dispensor as he was the one chatting the loudest, waving all four of his arms around frantically despite Gravelgrinder trying to chirp soothingly at him. Dispensor, however, clearly didn’t want to hear it as his screeching and whistles got even louder and soon Neurotoxic was chattering loudly as well.
Inferno frowned as he looked about before he finally spotted Blaster wander by speaking with Mikaela. With a small frown he headed towards the communications mech. “Hey Blaster!” he called out and the other mech stopped in his tracks before he looked over at Inferno.
“What is it?” Blaster asked curiously.
“Have you seen…” Inferno trailed off as he finally spotted something different about his teammate. “What the slag are you wearing?” he demanded shucked.
Blaster ducked his head, his hand going up to the spare visor he had dug out of Jazz’s hanger. “They look weird, don’t they?” he asked quietly.
“Now I’ve told you they look great!” Mikaela said even as she shot Inferno a sharp look.
Inferno, however, was completely ignorant of the young woman’s attempt at keeping him from saying anything bad however as he frowned. “You look ridiculous,” he told him flatly.
“No you don’t,” Mikaela instantly contradicted. “I think they look sophisticated.”
“What the slag is ‘sophisticated’?” Inferno frowned at her.
Mikaela just frowned at Inferno before she turned back to Blaster. “Pay him no mind,” she ordered firmly. “You look just fine.”
“Why are you wearing that anyway?” Inferno frowned at the other mech.
Blaster just shrugged his free shoulder indifferently. “Well, this planet’s sun is much closer than ours was on Cybertron and… well…”
Mikaela rolled her eyes. “He has sensitive optics,” she explained as if she were speaking to a five-year-old.
“No he doesn’t,” Inferno frowned.
“Um, actually…” Blaster shrugged.
Inferno looked at the mech before he suddenly realized something. “Is this why we hardly ever see you outside?” he asked sternly. “Because the sun was hurting your optics?”
“BLASTER!” A voice gasped and they all turned to see Red Alert headed towards them. “You’re optics were hurting? Why didn’t you say something? If I had known, I never would have put you up in the tower!” Red shook his head. “No wonder you didn’t see Optimus and the others returning from Utah. You couldn’t see anything, could you?”
“Er… yeah,” Blaster admitted softly, tucking his head down embarrassed.
Red shook his head as he clamped a hand on the other mechs shoulder. “I’m so sorry Blaster.”
Blaster quickly shook his head, cutting Red off. “It’s okay, you didn’t know.”
“But I should have realized something was wrong with you,” Red Alert continued.
“I gave him a quick look over but we should probably have Groundhog double check just to make sure,” Mikaela said with a small shrug.
“Indeed,” Red nodded. “If he ever drags himself out of re-charge.”
“Don’t tell me they’re still asleep!” Inferno huffed as he crossed his arms and frowned.
“Well one of them is up at least,” Red chuckled as he indicated Bluestreak followed by Motorhead with a tilt of his head.
“Humph,” Inferno shook his head as he turned back to the group. “Fat lot of help that is.”
Red sighed before he turned back to Blaster. “I’ll mention it to him the next time I see him,” he told the other mech.
“Thanks,” Blaster nodded as his free hand went up to the visor. “So it doesn’t look too bad?” he asked hesitantly.
Red hesitated before he smiled reassuringly. “Well, blue might not be the best color to go with your paint job,” he said evenly. “But it’s the best we can do till the others get here and Ratchet can make you a proper one. Perhaps a nice shade of yellow? Or amber?”
“Ohh! Amber would go great!” Mikaela said with a large smile.
Blaster smiled back hesitantly. “That might be nice,” he agreed.
“Plus, I think Jazz would like his spare visor back at some point,” Red chuckled.
“Oh,” Blaster ducked his head again. “It was the only one we could find.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Good for you Blaster,” Inferno quickly interrupted the small tête-à-tête as he turned to Red. “What in the world are the gremlins up too?”
Red looked up at his mate startled before he glanced over at where the four Terraformers were still in a cluster speaking to themselves. He frowned. “You know,” he murmured slowly. “I have no idea.”
“Great,” Inferno growled as he looked back at the mechs.
“Blaster! What in the world do you have on your face?” Bluestreak suddenly called out as the small group of mechs caught his attention. He quickly made his way over to them and made sure to squeeze between Red and Inferno, ensuring that there was no way for Motorhead to get next to him. Red glanced over at the small blue mech beside him before he looked at the Decepticon’s rather disappointed expression.
“Oh, it’s just a visor,” Blaster tried to sound like he didn’t care but Red and Mikaela could instantly tell he was nervous.
Bluestreak just frowned. “You look like Soundwave,” he said flatly. Blaster couldn’t tell if it was an insult or not as he seemed to be torn between being happy or angry at the other mech.
“Blaster just has sensitive optics,” Mikaela said quickly before Blaster could say anything he would later regret.
“Makes sense,” Motorhead was nodding, surprising everyone.
“What does?” Bluestreak couldn’t help but ask.
Motorhead jerked a bit surprised by Bluestreak suddenly speaking to him directly. “The visor,” he clarified. “That’s why Soundwave has to wear one in battle and whatnot. He has sensitive optics too.”
“Really?”
Red glanced at Blaster, trying his best to smother a small smirk. Blaster had sounded way to happy to hear that Soundwave had to wear a visor for the same reason as he did. Motorhead just nodded. “Yeah. He had Groundhog make him one specifically for his optic level.”
“Then it shouldn’t be too hard for Groundhog to make you one before the others get back,” Red smirked.
“You think so?” Blaster asked excitedly.
“Why not?” Motorhead shrugged. “If you guys have all the necessary materials.”
“I’m sure it won’t be too much of a problem,” Red grinned and Blaster had to smile back.
Inferno, meanwhile, was not amused. “Guys… the gremlins!” he said firmly. “Problem, remember?”
Red quickly shook himself out of his shared smile with Blaster before he turned back to Inferno with a small huff. “Well what is it then Inferno?”
“There’s something going on with the gremlins!” Inferno practically yelled at them.
“Oh don’t be silly,” Red scoffed. “They’re not hurting anyone and better yet, they’re not in anyone’s way.”
“But they’re acting suspiciously!” Inferno growled.
Bluestreak tilted his head. “How can they be acting suspiciously?” he asked puzzled.
“Just look at them!” Inferno growled as he pointed at the area of the base behind him.
“Look at what?” Motorhead asked puzzled.
“What?” Inferno whirled around to find that the gremlins were no longer where they had been. “Where’d they go?”
Bluestreak, Blaster and Mikaela all snickered while Motorhead tried his best not to do the same. It wouldn’t do to anger the large Autobot now that they’d finally gained his trust. Besides, it seemed he had shifted his focus to the gremlins for the time being. He glanced over at Bluestreak, just staring at the mech laughing. When Bluestreak caught Motorhead staring at him however, he instantly sobered and plastered a look of apathy on his face. Motorhead was instantly disappointed. Bluestreak looked the best when he laughed.
“Oh honestly Inferno,” Red Alert frowned at his still flabbergasted husband. “I’m sure they’re just playing a game or something.”
“But I’m telling you, they were right there a second ago,” Inferno insisted. “And who knows what they were up to!”
“I’m sure it wasn’t anything major,” Red tried to sooth. “What could they possibly get up to here on the base? There’s hardly anything for them to get in trouble with.”
“Um… guys?” Hound spoke up as he wandered over to the group. “We have a problem.”
“Great,” Red sighed. “Now what?”
“Well, I don’t know if this means anything, but I was just coming back from my morning walk and found part of the fence torn down on the other side of the base,” Hound said slowly.
“WHAT?” the others all shouted.
“It gets worse,” Hound sighed. “There was wet dirt all around the moat, like someone waded through it and climbed out the other side.”
“Slag,” Red growled.
“I told you!” Inferno frowned at him.
“Now let’s not panic,” Red quickly took charge. “They couldn’t have gotten very far.”
“You forget that Gravelgrinder is a car in his own alt mode as well,” Inferno drawled.
Red’s optics brightened. “Oh slag!” he yelped as he quickly turned and began running towards the gate, the others right behind him. “Motorhead, get Rollerforce and Groundhog and check to the West! Blue, you and Hound head North. Inferno and I will go South.”
“Got it!” Motorhead nodded as he quickly darted off towards the far hanger where the rest of the Race Track Patrol were resting.
“What am I to do?” Blaster called out after them.
“Listen in on the human’s radio frequencies!” Red called back. “If you hear anything contact us immediately!”
“Understood!” Blaster waved as he slowed down and came to a halt right at the moat.
“And Mikaela! Wake the others! Keep watch in case they come back! Check the perimeter cameras and see if you can find out which way they went!”
“Roger!” Mikaela saluted quickly.
“Who the slag is ‘Roger’?” Bluestreak huffed as he followed Hound right.
“Never mind that!” Red called out to him as he and Inferno went left.
“This is so not good,” Inferno stated as he quickly shifted into his own alt mode. “How the slag did they tear down the fence without us hearing them?”
“Let’s not worry about that,” Red told him. “For now, let’s just worry about finding them before any humans see them, or worse, Sector Thirteen find them.”
“Really not good,” Inferno huffed as he put on some speed.
It was a quiet day on the road. Being the middle of the day on a Wednesday, there wasn’t that much heavy traffic on the highway. Something that Dispensor, Gravelgrinder, Neurotoxic and Spindle didn’t know was actually a blessing in disguise. They waited for their quarry, all of them silent and still as they waited within Gravelgrinder’s cab at the side of the road.
It wasn’t long before Dispensor started chirping rapidly and Gravelgrinder turned over his engine and quickly pulled into traffic. Weaving through the light traffic easily, the Escalade quickly got beside the larger truck. There was some chatter between Dispensor and the other two mechs before Spindle quickly detached himself and jumped over onto Neurotoxic’s head.
Some more chittering and the passenger door swung open. Dispensor chirped once more before they nodded and Neurotoxic quickly jumped out and grabbed a hold of the truck’s connection cables. Spindle wasted no time climbing off the mech and the two began making their way towards the semi truck’s cab. With some quick chatter between them, Spindle quickly made his way towards the trucks passenger side as Neurotoxic made his own way towards the driver’s door. Becoming momentarily entangled in the wires, Neurotoxic growled as he struggled free before continuing towards the door. With a quick whistle to signal they were in place, Spindle quickly broke through the window as Neurotoxic threw open the door and pounced.
The poor driver didn’t know what hit him as Spindle instantly leapt for the man’s face and Neurotoxic got a hold of the truck’s steering wheel. With precise movements, the small game console expertly swung the truck around, startling many of the drivers as they all moved helter-skelter off the road and onto the side to avoid the mammoth vehicle, and got the truck going back the way it had come. The man was still screaming by this point but unfortunately for him, no matter how much he tried to pry the creature off his face Spindle wasn’t going anywhere.
The driver moved quickly to hit the break but Neurotoxic and Spindle worked effortlessly as a team as they quickly maneuvered the man out of the driver’s seat and back into the sleeper cab. Spindle quickly made short work as he grabbed the threadbare sheets and quickly tied the man up. There was a honk from outside as Gravelgrinder pulled alongside the truck and Neurotoxic snapped something at Spindle.
Leaving the sleeper cab, the small spider-like mech quickly returned to the front and climbed down to where the peddles were. After accidently hitting the clutch, he finally found the one for the gas and basically sat right down on the thing. Neurotoxic let out a small gurgle, similar to a laugh as they started to fly down the road, Gravelgrinder and Dispensor right behind them as they practically tore past the small Nissan and Jeep.
Hound and Bluestreak took a moment to finally processes what it was that they were seeing before they finally spun around as they spotted Gravelgrinder in their rearview camera’s. “What in the world?” Hound murmured as they followed the speeding Cadillac that seemed to be following the large big rig that were practically flying down the road.
“Is it me, or is he headed back to base?” Bluestreak asked curiously.
Hound just sighed as he quickly radioed Red Alert to notify him of their impending return.
Blaster was pacing the length of the main hanger, waiting for someone, anyone to contact him. “Where are they?” he huffed as he spun back around and continued his circuit for what had to be at least a half dozen times.
“Relax. I’m sure they’ll find them,” Mikaela said even as she herself wore a worried expression.
“Do we have any idea as to why they would leave?” Fig asked curiously.
“Who knows,” Blaster threw up his arms in aggravation.
“Perhaps they just wanted to see what was on the other side of the fence?” Maggie spoke up from her own place on Optimus’ “desk”. “You know, the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.
Blaster stopped his pacing long enough to look down at the woman puzzled. “But we don’t have any grass,” he frowned.
“Oh, er…” Maggie shrugged and was about to explain the old saying when there was a sudden beeping sound from the large computer.
Blaster practically threw himself at the machine as he quickly brought his hand down on the connect button. “Did you find them?” he asked frantically.
There was a long, heavy silence from the other end of the line before a curious, flat voice asked, “-Find who Officer Blaster?-”
Blaster stared down at the speakers in surprise. “Lieutenant Soundwave! Why are you calling me?” he asked, worry becoming evident in his voice as all the different scenarios of what could have gone wrong suddenly crossed his processor. ‘Oh please don’t say something happened to them too!’ he thought frantically. “What happened?Is something wrong?”
“-Nothing is the matter Officer Blaster, we are simply notifying you that we have made it to Anchorage and are headed for the military base,-” Soundwave spoke soothingly.
Blaster could only collapse into the chair in relief. “Oh, right well-” Suddenly there was a loud banging sound and everyone whirled around just in time to see a large truck drive straight into the moat. Everyone gasped surprised as Blaster swore. “Slag, I’ve got to go! Good luck! Bring back lots of Energon! Blaster out!” he shouted frantically before he quickly jumped to his feet and bolted towards where the front tractor unit was quickly sinking in the water.
Blaster was there within moments, and actually in the water, as he snagged the front of the truck to keep the cab from going underwater. He looked up and glared at the other larger mech present. “Well don’t just stand there!” he snapped. “Help me!”
Despite the fact that they couldn’t speak the language, Gravelgrinder seemed to understand what was happening as he quickly reached over and began trying to push the trailer back so Blaster could get the cab back on land. Dispensor was shouting hysterically as he tried his best to help Gravelgrinder despite his size, snarling and snapping the whole time. Spindle and Neruotoxic were chatting madly as they floated about the cab and Blaster swore as he saw a human also seated in the back of the cab, staring at the water floating around his midsection frightened. He tried his best to push the truck back onto land but it was taking all his strength to just keep it from sinking back further into the water. Blaster knew that this was a grim situation indeed.
It was then that there was shouting, and suddenly both Hound and Bluestreak were in the water with him, each one grapping a corner of the truck. “Slag it, the thing’s wedged!” Hound snarled.
“We need the trailer back up,” Bluestreak called out as he saw the front tires of the trailer were also hanging over the edge.
“Then tell him that!” Hound snapped as he jerked his head at Gravelgrinder.
It didn’t matter however as soon enough the Race Track Patrol, who had gotten a later start out of the gate than the Autobots, soon arrived and with one quick look, knew exactly where they were needed even as Red and Inferno joined the chaos. Groundhog and Motorhead quickly got a hold of the trailer and heaved it back up over the bank as Rollerforce dropped into the water as well, taking a grateful Blaster’s place right at the center of the grill. “Lift!” he shouted and as one, all six of the mechs managed to get the heavy front end of the vehicle up and out of the water and back on dry land. Crikey at least was very grateful as he quickly slipped back into the water and swam away.
“Is everyone all right?” Red called out hysterically as he ran towards the group. “Blaster?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Blaster gave the security chief a small, grateful smile. “But there’s a human in there.”
“What?” Fig shouted as he quickly threw his crutches at Maggie and made his way towards the cab. Throwing open the door, he jerked back as both Spindle and Neruotoxic practically fell out of the cap, hitting the ground with a thud screeching angrily.
Rollerforce just glared at the two. “Serves you right,” he huffed as he sat back on his heels.
Fig ignored everyone as he quickly looked into the back of the cab to find the man staring at him with wide, frightened eyes. “Hey man, it’s okay now,” he said calmingly, like he did with the natives of Qatar when their homes had just been bombed. “Everything’s going to be fine. We’re going to get you out of here and see to it you get home.”
Making quick work of the sheets, Fig steadied the man and helped him make his way to the door. Glen and Simmons were outside, having shown up to see what all the commotion had been about and Simmons was the first to catch the man’s arm as it seemed his legs wouldn’t work properly. “You okay?” Simmons asked him with a small frown as Fig hopped down out of the cab on his good leg. “What’s your name?”
“I’m…” the man began before his eyes got wide. Simmons thought he was looking at the Cybertrionions until he realized that the man wasn’t looking in their direction as they all sat around on the moats bank but was rather looking out at the base itself. “Oh NO!” the man wailed distraughtly. “I’m back here again!” Fig and Simmons looked at each other puzzled but the man continued on with his lament, completely ignoring them. “This is why I took the trucking job! So I never had to come here again!”
“I know you!” Judy suddenly exclaimed. “You’re the delivery man that Crikey almost chomped!”
The driver, Todd, nodded miserably. “And I swore I would never come here again! You people are all lunatics and what the fuck are those monsters?” he demanded as he pointed at the large mechs behind him.
“Those ‘monsters’ just saved your life, so I would be a bit more grateful if I were you,” Mikaela said with a frown.
“I wouldn’t have needed saving if they hadn’t hijacked my truck! My TRUCK!” He cried out as he whirled about to stare at the vehicle. “What have you done to my truck?”
“Oh relax,” Simmons huffed. “We’ll ensure that you get a new one.”
“And best pay for the cargo too since it doesn’t look like we’re going to get it back,” Motorhead chuckled for indeed the trailer had already been unhitched and Dispensor was chatting hysterically at Gravelgrinder as the larger mech opened the back of the trailer. Dispensor quickly disappeared into the back and soon emerged with crates of green bottles, cackling madly.
“I think he ran out,” Mikaela smirked as she looked at the green “Mountain Dew” logo across the side of the trailer.
“Honestly,” Inferno huffed as he glared at the gremlins, not that they noticed.
“It could have been worse,” Red Alert chuckled.
“What are you going to do about my truck?” Todd shouted loudly.
“Why don’t we get you into some dry clothes first, hmm?” Judy chuckled as she quickly took the frazzled man’s arm and began guiding him over the small planks and into the base. “After a warm shower, things will look much better.”
“Doubt it,” Glen chuckled.
Fig sighed as he looked at the truck. “I suppose we’d best call Keller,” he said. “Someone is going to be missing their shipment.”
“Sooner rather than later,” Mikaela laughed as they all began heading into the base.
“Coming?” Blaster asked as he looked down at Bluestreak who was still trying to shake water out of his panels.
“Yeah, I’m right behind you,” Bluestreak nodded. Blaster nodded as he entered the base and Bluestreak frowned as he snapped his leg panel closed once more. “Honestly, what else could happen today?” he muttered.
“BLUESTREAK, LOOK OUT!”
Bluestreak jumped at the horrified cry and the next thing the blue Autobot knew, there was a hard shove on his back and he was suddenly going head first into the moat. By the time he came up it was to everyone shouting and there was a strange glow to his left. Dread filled him as he turned to find that the truck had exploded for reasons yet unknown and there blown a good fifteen feet from the wreckage was none other than- “MOTORHEAD!” he shrieked as he climbed out of the water and quickly ran to the Decepticon’s side.
He fell down to his knees at the mech’s side as the others had to turn back around and began running towards them at the sound of the explosion, all shouting hysterically. Bluestreak didn’t listen to them as he began shaking the mechs shoulder, looking for any flicker of light in the red optics. “Motorhead? Motorhead!”
Groundhog was soon by his side and running a quick scan over the other ‘Con. “It looks like the blast knocked out some of his circuits,” he said with a frown. “Outer armor is damaged but intact. I think it’s just his internal repairs kicked in. He should be up any-”
Motorhead’s optics suddenly lit up as the mech sat bolt upright before he flopped back down to the ground. “Slag. Did anyone see who shot that missile at me?” he groaned.
“Motorhead!” Bluestreak cried happily as he threw his arms around the other ‘mechs shoulders, practically sobbing in relief. Motorhead looked stunned at the mech in his lap before he looked up at Groundhog completely flabbergasted.
Groundhog just laughed as he climbed to his feet. “What do you want me to do about it?” he asked him with a small shrug. “It’s your mate.” And Groundhog turned around and quickly walked through the throng of stunned Autobots, giving Red Alert a small smile as he passed.
Rollerforce just shook his head as he turned to follow the other Decepticon back into the base. “I tell you, this place is crazy!”
-To Be Continued
Author's Note: I was really worried about this chapter because I'm not really good at all that high action type drama. And yes, I brought back Todd. LOL. This chapter has been planned since the beginning. I hope it delivered.
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