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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author's Note: -Sighs- Oh man. This chapter gave me a bit of a hassle. A big hug to Starseeded (Starseed Fyrehawk) for going over this chapter. I hope it makes sense and that I managed to get across what I wanted. -Crosses fingers- Warning: ANGST AHEAD!
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Chapter One Hundred Forty One: Reluctant Rescuer
Everyone just sort of turned and stared at Optimus for a long, long, long moment. Optimus himself looked around surprised as he realized that everyone was just gawking at him in stunned astonishment. Perceptor was finally the one to turn to Ratchet and spoke in a stunned voice. “I think you’d better check Optimus over. It seems his logic circuits have shorted.”
Optimus frowned at the small scientist before he turned to Ratchet. “But it makes sense!” he quickly defended his earlier statement.
“Optimus, think about what you said,” Ratchet said slowly. “How in the world did you jump to the idea that Sam and Barricade are Linked?”
“Well look at him!” And all the mechs turned to where Sam and Miles were still trying their best to dig through the snow. “Only Sam can hear him. I would say that’s a big indicator considering.”
“Oh Primus, he’s lost it,” Sideswipe groaned. Optimus shot him a dark look and Sides jumped and ducked back behind Sunny. “It a good, leader like way,” he quickly added.
Optimus just huffed before he turned back to Ratchet. “I’m serious,” he pressed.
“Optimus, think a sec,” Ironhide spoke quietly, ensuring that the only those closest to him could hear him. “Our Links are between our sparks.”
“Right, and in case you hadn’t noticed, Sam doesn’t posses one,” Jazz nodded as he made his way over.
“No human does,” Ironhide nodded with a sad smile. “It’s just the way it is.”
“It’s impossible,” Ratchet nodded.
“But-”
“Does it matter?” A voice suddenly snapped at them and everyone turned surprised to find Bumblebee suddenly dart away from them and head right for where Sam and Miles were still digging, climbing over drifts of snow that were nearly as big if not bigger than he was. It was then that the severity of the situation suddenly took hold of all the mechs there and they all dashed forward to help in the rescue.
Optimus watched as his youngest Autobot fight to get up to where the boys were and began assisting in the digging. He hadn’t even thought before he had blurted out his startling revelation of the possible implications it had on the small scout. Optimus cringed as he thought about what this could possibly mean for the young mech and what it possibly meant for all the mechs on Earth. But even as the others had brought forth doubts into Optimus’ mind about his suspicion, Optimus couldn’t shake the feeling that he was right. He only prayed that this wouldn’t irrevocably damage the young Autobot and that Primus knew what the slag he was doing in creating this wonderful mess.
Sam looked up as he realized a shadow had fallen over him and felt relieved that Bumblebee was suddenly there, his own larger hands making fast work. ‘Oh thank Primus,’ he thought as he watched his friend help. He was about to say something about how the mech had taken his time when he finally managed to comprehend the look on ‘Bee’s face as he worked. It was as if it was set in stone as he worked, methodically and almost automatically, refusing to think about what he was doing.
Sam was stunned at the expression. Bumblebee looked both determined and angry at the same time. Sam was completely baffled by this. Was he mad that Barricade was possibly hurt? But the anger that was almost radiating off his friend in waves had Sam stop short. He was about to ask when he was suddenly addressed himself by Optimus.
“Sam, are you sure that he’s here?” Optimus asked the smaller human as the others crawled over the snow, Wheeljack having the foresight to take a small detour and gather up the shovels that they had been using to reach the Energon.
Sam looked up at the Autobot leader puzzled. “Of course? Don’t you hear him?”
Optimus shook his head when Jazz snagged his elbow and pushed one of the shovels in his hand. “Not the time man,” Jazz drawled as he got to work himself.
“I’m not getting him on our own secure line,” Soundwave announced as his battle mask slid back to revile his mouth was set in a grim line.
Sam blinked at the other ‘Con before he realized that he couldn’t hear Barricade either and panic began to set in. “You don’t think he’s in Stasis, do you?” he nearly screeched, dropping back to his knees wanting to help.
Ironhide suddenly reached over and plucked both he and Miles out of the cold snow. “Just let us work,” he told the small human.
“It could be that his systems are slowing down to conserve energy,” Ratchet said trying to calm the boy even as he glanced over at Optimus. If the leader was right in his very outlandish guess, then Sam would do them no good if he panicked and sent that fear through the “Link”.
“You mean like hypothermia?” Will asked surprised as Ironhide slid down the embankment to where the humans were all now standing watching the rescue operation with wide eyes.
“I suppose,” Ironhide shrugged as he set Sam and Miles down before turning himself to struggle back up the snowdrift.
Steve and Ron quickly made their way to their son’s sides when Sam struggled away from his father and moved towards the snow again, looking as if he were about to follow Ironhide back up and proceed to help with the rescue. Will quickly jumped forward and snagged the boy’s arm and pulled him back. “Damn it, let go of me! I have to help!”
“The only way you can help right now is to stay out of their way,” Will growled as he threw the blanket back over Sam’s shoulders again.
“But,” Sam turned back around with disbelief on his face that Will, of all people who knew how Sam felt, would be holding him back.
“Trust me, if it were Ironhide buried under there I would feel the exact same way,” Will told him, ignoring the others who were listening intently. “But right now the best thing you can do is stay out of the mechs way. They can’t worry about you possibly getting hurt if the snow gives or even if one of them accidentally falls on you.”
“But damn it Will, it’s Barricade!” Sam nearly wailed, tears starting to gather in the corner of his eyes.
“And they’ll get him out,” Will said evenly. “The best thing that we can do is let them work.”
Sam whirled around again, watching as the mechs work. Hell, even Ravage was digging away at the snow and ice. Rumble and Frenzy, possibly Megatron, were handing huge blocks of ice up for the condors to haul away. Even as Sam watched them he knew that there was no possible way for him to remain idle as the others dug at the snow frantically trying to reach the ‘Con. With a determined resolve, Sam stood up straighter and quickly took off the blanket and shoved it back at Will. “But I love him,” Sam announced firmly and he quickly turned and began climbing back up the snow as if he were some sort of monkey climbing his favorite tree.
The men all just stared after him as Ron turned to Will with a small frown. “You knew about this?” he drawled.
Will cringed as he realized he was at the receiving end of a full force Witwicky glower. “He came to me,” he finally nodded. “Wanting advice.”
Ron just quirked an eyebrow. “And the advice you gave him was…?”
Will sighed as he looked back after Sam, fingering the blanket he held in his hands. “To follow his feelings,” he finally admitted with a small shrug.
Ron just nodded as he glanced back at the group working furiously in the snow. “This’ll make next Thanksgiving highly entertaining, that’s for sure,” he drawled.
Steve turned to stare at his friend in complete disbelief. “That’s it?” he gawked. “You learn your son is in love with a giant alien robot and you’re amused that next holiday season will be interesting?”
“What do you want me to say?” Ron growled at him. “Damn it Steve, let me process the information first. Then I’ll freak out.”
“What’s there to process?” Steve asked incredulously.
“First of all, I could have sworn that if anything of that nature did happen, it would have to do with ‘Bee. Barricade was never a factor in that equation,” Ron snarled.
“You mean you actually thought that this could happen?” Steve nearly shouted amazed.
“Hell, we all did,” Epps said with a shrug. “Things got pretty intense these past few months, all starting with that damn last battle in Mission City.”
“I think things began happening between Sam and ‘Bee even before then,” Will said slowly as he watched Sam working next to Frenzy and Rumble steadfastly.
“I’d wager it was even before that,” Ron said with a nod. “I’d be willing to bet you that it perhaps started when we were in that parking lot and Sam first sat in him.”
The others were silent for a long time just wondering when Miles suddenly scrunched up his nose. “Is it me, or did that sentence just sound wrong?”
Ron and the others took a moment to figure out what he was speaking of when they all chuckled. Steve just looked amazed at them. “I can’t believe that you don’t care!” he said turning to Ron.
“Oh I care all right,” Ron told him. “But Sam gained the right to love who he wants in that battle at Mission.” He glanced over at Will, his eyebrow moving up again. “Isn’t that right Captain Lennox?”
Will actually shifted uncomfortably at the reminder of the “you’re a solider now” comment he had made to Sam in the streets of the city when Starscream and Megatron creating chaos and wrecking havoc everywhere. “It’s Sam’s choice,” he said with a nod.
“I just hope that Bumblebee isn’t rescuing Barricade just so he can shoot him,” Miles said slowly as he looked over at the yellow mech.
“If he knows,” Epps said with a frown. “And I can only assume that Sam never told him.”
Will shook his head in confirmation. “No, he said he was petrified of telling Bumblebee how he felt for Barricade.”
“Who could blame him?” Ron said with a frown as he watched his son help in the rescue efforts. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned from having one of the Cybertronions living in my garage is that they’re a lot that take things very seriously.”
“Love being one of them,” Will nodded in conformation.
“Speaking from personal experience?” Epps drawled as he looked over at his commander.
Will actually blushed before he turned back to watch the rescue. With a deep breath he finally nodded. “Ironhide and I are together,” he said with a small glare at Epps, daring him to say something. “What of it?”
Epps just smiled. “Nothing,” he chuckled. “Just wished you’d told us sooner so we could congratulate you is all.” Will smiled, relieved that Epps wasn’t going to make such a big deal out of everything.
“Let’s just hope things end just as well for Sam,” Ron said softly and the humans went quiet at the words, just watching the mechs working to save the Decepticon who had changed everything the moment he had arrived outside Sam’s school that hot sunny day at the beginning of the year.
“And Bumblebee,” Will nodded as he looked over at the mech that was working determinedly. “He’s going to be devastated when he finds out.” The others could only nod as the looked back at the rescue efforts, all wondering how in the world the young mech was going to react when he finally had the news that he was not the one that Sam felt for the most. That it was in fact, a Decepticon that had taken Sam’s heart. ‘One thing’s for sure,’ Will thought as he looked at the yellow mech that had become such a prominent person in all their lives. ‘He is not going to be happy.’
Bumblebee was not a happy mech. Not one little bit but he knew that he had to keep digging if they were going to get Barricade out from under the piles and piles of snow and ice that buried him. Some of the others may have thought he would have preferred to leave Barricade right where he was but Bumblebee would never admit that the thought, while tempting, had never even crossed his analytic screen. He was an Autobot and helping others who were trapped or injured was basically in the slagging Autobot handbook for Primus’ sake.
He should have been furious with Barricade but for the life of him, he just couldn’t be angry at the Decepticon. He knew, without a doubt in his spark, that Optimus’ words, while completely outlandish and unbelievable as they were, were right. The signs were all there even before Sam had called out that he could hear Barricade under all the snow and ice.
The way Sam fought for Barricade that day in the hanger, pleading with Optimus to help Barricade after he had shown up at Sam’s school injured and in trouble, should have been the first major sign that something was up. Sam had been just as angered and spiteful at the Decepticons as the Autobots were after the destruction of Mission City, but Sam had reluctantly admitted to Bumblebee later on when no one else was around that he could understand where the Decepticons had come from. Following an insane leader who’ve they’ve since learned wasn’t that all crazy, and the eons in space had more that likely taken a toll on the Decepticons.
It certainly had on the Autobots that was for sure. It was almost a relief when they had arrived in this solar system and realized that their search was nearly over. That they had finally pinpointed the All Spark’s location on the bright blue planet third from the sun and it was only a mater of time before they would have it. Bumblebee had been so grateful when they had set up camp on one of the nearby planets and Optimus had told him that he would be the first to check out the planet called Earth for the All Spark’s presence. Just being planet side, on any planet even not their own, was a relief after floating in the vast nothingness of space.
‘Bee had thought nothing could be more wonderful, especially after he had found references to their own written language and began his long search for the family of Witwicky's that were decedents of the explorer Archibald Witwicky. Then he had found the family and began following the youngest of the three humans. He had been following Sam for days before an opportunity presented itself for ‘Bee to gain entry into the family, so to speak. In those three days he had gathered much information and ‘Bee couldn’t help but empathize with the small human. The constantly bullying from the one called “Trent” and the fact that no one save his good friend Miles seemed to even know his name let alone how to pronounce it.
Bumblebee found himself following Sam just for sake of following him even when it was determined that no further information could be gained that that ‘Bee had already collected. ‘Bee just knew that this human could be just the answer that Autobots had been searching for. He was a strong human, if a little young, but then again, so was Bumblebee by his cultures standards. Bumblebee had made a large gamble when he sent the message to Optimus stating that he was prepared to revile himself to Sam, if only to gather more information and assure that the Decepticons didn’t get a hold of him.
Optimus had been less than amenable to the idea but then the option had been taken quite forcibly from ‘Bee’s hands when Barricade, the very mech that Bumblebee was now trying to rescue under tons of ice and snow, had attacked Sam and demanded the glasses with the hidden map to the All Spark. Talk about the ultimate irony. Bumblebee should have known right then and there that the ‘Con would be a problem.
Bumblebee had seen the mech in the few skirmishes with Starscream after they had left Cybertron but other than that, no one knew anything about this mech that now fought alongside the seeker. They hardly knew about the others either, most of them not ones they had ever encountered on the battlefield. It was baffling as to why Starscream had left his own team behind and taken mechs that were clearly not used to working with him let alone each other, but they had proven to be a strong force and each one clearly at the top of their game.
Barricade himself was rarely ever seen even then when they had clashed against one another in space but when he did join in the battle, he had done damage that was usually very difficult for even Ratchet to repair. His fighting style was precise and without mercy and Bumblebee knew that he was a force to be reckoned with. Even Ironhide had been blindsided once when Barricade had done a strike and run job on the Autobot team, stating that the mech clearly knew what he was doing when he executed a mission. It had been amazing when Jazz had stated that he was actually an old street racer from the other side of Tyger Pax. It certainly explained his quick tactics. Bumblebee had decided to loath the mech on sight, as he did with all who wore the Decepticon logo on their plating.
When Sam had announced that he had met with Barricade, had driven with the ‘Con, Bumblebee was nearly in turmoil. The idea that the ‘Con had been able to get Sam within his grasp was horrifying and ‘Bee was determined to never allow Sam anywhere alone every again until each and every last ‘Con was caught and dealt with. The only thing that curbed this feeling however was the baffling realization that the ‘Con had let Sam go. That he had had the human that had killed Megatron, the great Decepticon leader, in his possession and had let him go. Actually trusting the human to possibly get him help instead of leaving him to rot, as ‘Bee was sure that Barricade had thought Sam would do, stunned him.
But ‘Bee knew Sam and knew that Sam wanted to help the injured mech. Bumblebee had been determined to keep that from happening. Who knew if the ‘Con was telling the truth or if it was some elaborate Decepticon plan to get Sam and some of the Autobots into the ‘Cons grasp. ‘Bee was set in keeping Sam away from the mech when Sam had asked him, all innocently, what the term “Stasis Lock” had meant and Bumblebee instantly knew that the ‘Con was not faking and was in serious trouble. What was worse was that ‘Bee knew it was no longer something that he could ignore.
Seeing Barricade like he was, ‘Bee’s resolve had instantly dissipated. For while the Decepticons were know to dish out their share of terrible injuries, Bumblebee had never seen a mech so battered and bruised as when he had saw Barricade that night in the dark underground parking garage. Sam had turned to him pleadingly before becoming adamant that he was going to save Barricade with or without Bumblebee’s help. Signal number two that something had to be defiantly up but with everything that had happened, Bumblebee never had the option to look at it that closely. So began Barricade’s life at the Witwicky house and Sam’s strong determination to “absolve” the ‘Con, as if he had to personally prove that the ‘Con wasn’t all that bad, despite Barricade himself stating differently.
Then there had been the signs that the Decepticon himself had given over those few months at the Witwicky’s house. Starting with the revelation that the whole reason that Starscream had effectively beaten Barricade to within an inch of his life was because Barricade had refused to give the jet Sam’s location. Why in the world would Barricade have risked his life for a human was completely beyond Bumblebee. The Decepticons loved nothing more than death and destruction and the killing of one little human, especially when that human was the one responsible for single-handedly ending the war in the Autobots favor, wouldn’t have mattered to Barricade. Yet the mech had not given Starscream the Witwicky’s address and had suffered greatly for it.
That wasn’t the only time either. When Sunny had been injured, Barricade had done nothing. Nothing he did seemed to coincide with what Bumblebee had cataloged as normal Decepticon behavior. The only thing that had been a variable had been Sam and Bumblebee hated to admit to himself that it was more than likely because of Sam that Barricade hadn’t done anything.
Bumblebee frowned as he continued working methodically, letting the rhythm lull him into an almost blank state, freeing his mind enough to wander. Nothing had made any sense ever since Megatron had gathered the Decepticons around him and ordered that first attack at Tyger Pax. However the idea that one of them could be Linked with someone from a different planet altogether was enough to threaten his logic circuits into overloading and subsequently frying.
The young Autobot had been forced to admit that no matter how strong his feelings for Sam were, there was no possible way for them to ever come to pass. It just wasn’t possible and Bumblebee had to come to terms that he would remain Sam’s friend and guardian for the rest of the boy’s life, no matter how much more Bumblebee wanted. Their relationship wouldn’t ever happen and ‘Bee had to accept that. A human and a Cybertronion would never work and ‘Bee had convinced himself that it was true by repeating it over and over again to himself until he believed it.
Then Barricade had shown up and the ‘Con had this annoying way of taking everything that Bumblebee believed, everything he thought he knew, and turn it inside out and backwards until ‘Bee didn’t even know which way was up anymore. The ‘Cons had a way of making things work to fit their advantage and looking at the world for what it really was. A dark place that could house evil despite how much everyone else convinced themselves that it was all sunshine and high grade Energon cubes.
Barricade was only slightly older than Bumblebee but he acted as if he were a mech of Ironhide’s age, hard and rough around the edges. Retaining a harsh outlook at things that an existence of hard life had forged. The dangerous Decepticon that had fought against the world and managed to not only survive, but continue to thrive in the dark environment of the ‘Cons making. Was it any wonder that Sam, as a human, was drawn to the Decepticon’s more frank way of looking at things?
Bumblebee quickly shook his head. No, it shouldn’t have been at all surprising to realize that a strange and mystifying occurrence was happening between Sam and Barricade. The fact that Sam nearly spent more of his time with Barricade than he did with ‘Bee should have also been a rather large clue. Despite the fact that Bumblebee, as Barricade’s “guard” went with them everywhere, it almost seemed as if Sam and Barricade were in their only little world when they talked, a world that ‘Bee wasn’t a part of. And that scared ‘Bee more than he ever wanted to admit.
It was official, at least in Bumblebee’s mind, that no matter how crazy or unbelievable as it sounded, that Sam Witwicky and Barricade were Linked. Jazz had brought up a good point that Sam as a human didn’t possess a spark but was that really the truth? Sam had the ability to speak with Primus, their own God who had created Cybertron and in essence, they themselves. Was it really that unbelievable that Sam wasn’t in possession of the human equivalent of a Spark? The answer was no, it wasn’t and ‘Bee knew that despite how much it pained him, Sam was Linked in some way to Barricade.
Anger and despair would have to wait however as Bumblebee dug through the snow, trying to find the bottom and the mech that was pinned there. The fact that Sam and Barricade were Linked meant that rescuing the ‘Con had now become Bumblebee’s number one main priority. For if he died, then who knew the effect it would have on Sam?
Bumblebee was jolted out of his internal thoughts when he glanced down surprised to realize that Sam had once again returned to help in the rescue operation. He saw the resolve in Sam’s stance as the boy once again began digging furiously at the snow and didn’t miss the fact that the boy was near hysterical as he furiously attacked the snow. It was official. Sam was acting the way a mech would had their own partner on the other side of the Link would act. He was damned determined to rescue him, no matter what it would mean to his own, smaller, frail body.
Bumblebee felt his own spark wrench at the realization but again; he couldn’t do anything about it at the time. At that moment, all that mattered was getting to Barricade before his internal systems froze, literally, and the mech fell into Stasis Lock and finally death. With a sigh he reached down and snagged the boy, earning a yelp from the human while he glanced around for someplace to put the boy. Finally leaning forward he set Sam down near the other ‘Cons. “Don’t let him get hurt,” he said firmly as he glared at the smaller mechs.
Frenzy looked up at the Autobot stunned but the dark red optics simply glanced at him before Megatron nodded and snagged Sam, shoving him next to Ravage before he snagged Rumble and went back to handing up the large blocks of ice to the birds. Sam wasted no time in helping the smaller mechs work as he began digging out the blocks to hand over to Rumble and Frenzy and the group fell into a sort of assembly line as they worked. Bumblebee nodded sharply before he went back to his own digging before he realized that he was being stared at.
Looking up, he caught his reflection in the dark red visor that spanned Soundwave’s face and he frowned at the ‘Con daring him to say anything. Soundwave thankfully didn’t. He simply glanced over at Sam before he looked back at ‘Bee. He shook his head before he bent down and began shoveling once more, helping Jazz and a rather exasperated Prowl with their own efforts.
With a small sigh, Bumblebee leaned down and resumed his own work, more resolute than ever to save the ‘Con under the frozen snow. If it meant Sam’s happiness, then Bumblebee was determined to ensure that the ‘Con survived whether Barricade wanted to or not. It no longer was Barricade’s decision if he lived or died, the ‘Con gave up that right when he first went to Sam begging for help.
It was now Sam who would be pained if the Mustang died and if Bumblebee could do something, anything to prevent that from happening he was going to see that he did it. Even if it meant saving the very mech that had once threatened to kill not only Bumblebee, but Sam himself as well. By Primus how in the world had everything gone so topsy-turvy?
When Bumblebee had followed Optimus out into space in search of the All Spark and try ad keep it from Megatron and the other Decepticon’s grasp, he had never thought that he would find someone to care for as deeply as he did for Sam. With the knowledge that the All Spark was gone and that there was no longer any possible hope for resurrecting Cybertron, Bumblebee had convinced himself that his new purpose was to protect and keep Sam safe. He was going to do his duty in protecting the boy but that wasn’t his job anymore. Was it ever his job?
The battle in Mission had been the first time that ‘Bee was forced to part from Sam’s side, unable to follow the boy deeper into the city in order to try and meet up with the military chopper in order to get the Cube out of Megatron’s reach. That had only been the first time. When he had returned with Optimus and the others from meeting up with Prowl and his team, to see Barricade waiting for them with an unconscious Sam had nearly thrown Bumblebee in hysterics.
Another time when he had not been there for Sam. The only difference had been, this time Barricade had been there for him. Barricade had been the one to rescue Sam and ensure that he hadn’t fallen into Thirteen and Dr. Burgen’s hands. Barricade had proven time and again that he had only had Sam’s best interest at spark. Something that Bumblebee would have thought no Decepticon capable of. However if one added in the possibility of a Link into that equation, then everything made perfect sense. And it was for Sam’s sake that ‘Bee kept digging. Digging even though he knew that the closer they got to freeing Barricade the further Sam would be from him. He kept digging though and knew that it was the right choice, the only choice. Sam’s happiness was the only thing that mattered and if that meant saving the ‘Con then Bumblebee would see it through. He still wasn’t a happy mech but he kept digging.
They worked in practical silence, only Optimus and Prowl every once in a while stating something and then the group would shift positions or rotate the shovels so the most rested mechs would be able to dig the hardest and fastest with the crude tools. It was near dusk when they finally reached the black and white mech, lying face down in the snow. Ratchet was already trying to climb down to assess the mechs condition when Barricade shocked them all by lifting his head in order to glare at everyone.
“What the slag took you so long?”
-To Be Continued

Author's Note: -faints- Man that was a hard one. Mostly internal thoguht and all emotion and was really hard for me to get right. Had to do a lot of revamps.
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