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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
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Chapter One Hundred Forty Two: Not Just a River in Egypt
White. That was all that Barricade could see for as far as he could see, which wasn’t very far considering that he was buried under tons of ice and snow. White… Primus how he hated the color. It was so blah and boring. It was just… white.
Barricade frowned as his finally realized what the white actually was as he looked around the small pocket of snow he was in. Clearly the missile had struck the small ice cliff and loosened enough snow to bury him. ‘Not good,’ he thought as he tried to ascertain his situation. He groaned as he tried to shift in order to gauge how much maneuvering room he had. He managed to move one of his arms, which was stretched out in front of him, up off the ground a few inches before he dropped it back down.
His instruments were of no help either as they couldn’t tell him just how much snow was pressing down on him or how far he would have to climb up in order to free himself. He was effectively trapped and if that wasn’t bad enough, he knew that cold was slowing his systems down in order to preserve his energy flow. ‘Not good at all,’ he amended his earlier thought as he tried to shift into a more comfortable position. The only other thing that crossed his mind aside from the possibility that he would be stuck there indefinably was the fact that he knew he had saved Sam.
When he had realized that Sam couldn’t get out of the way of the incoming projectile and that the bug had no way of reaching the boy in time, Barricade had just reacted. Moving forward and snagging the boy before he realized that he himself could no longer get out of the way in time. He had looked over at the young Autobot, racing towards them and knew what he had to do. He only hoped that the bumblebot managed to catch Sam without injuring the boy.
‘Sam better be okay or I’m going to be really pissed off that I got buried for nothing,’ Barricade thought angrily. ‘Sam should be okay though. He’s more resourceful than many people think.’
Barricade sighed as he laid there waiting for rescue as it was clear that he wasn’t going to get out of there anytime soon. ‘It can’t take them this long to move a bunch of snow,’ he thought with a frown. ‘It’s fluff for crying out loud.’ He sighed as he waited. ‘Starscream has to be gone by now,’ he concluded. ‘So where the slag are they?’
“This sucks!” he snarled under his breath as he tried to shift again. The weight was mostly on his legs and Barricade could feel some of the snow sliding down in between his joint panels. He shuddered as he felt the cold against his fluid lines. “Is anyone going to get me out of here?” he practically growled as he tried again to move his legs. “Damn it Soundwave, you better get your aft in gear.”
Long moments continue to pass and Barricade was beginning to become rather impatient with the mechs. “They’d better not just leave me down here,” he grumbled. “That would so piss me off if they did.”
Time continued to tick by and the longer it went the more angry and annoyed the trapped Decepticon became. “Damn it. What the slag is everyone doing up there?” he snarled. It was a moment when he came up with a theory as to why he was still buried under the freezing pile of bland white fluff. “Perhaps they can’t find me,” he muttered aloud as he through. “Great… I’m going to slagging die down here.”
“::Barricade?::”
Barricade’s head instantly snapped up, jarring some of the white snow loose to rain down on him in large clumps of wet slush. “Oh slag,” he snarled as he tried to shake the snow off of his optics so he wasn’t looking through splattered, blurred vision. “Just great.”
“::Barricade! He’s alive!::”
“Yeah, I’m alive,” Barricade huffed as he tried to shake some snow out from behind his audio sensors as Sam’s voice trailed of into an excited cheer. “Glad to hear you are too.”
“::Oh Primus, he’s buried under all that snow!::”
“Took you long enough,” Barricade huffed as he finally decided that he could lay back and relax as he waited for rescue.
“::Oh slag! There’s no way Miles and I can get to him alone,::” Sam continued frantically.
Barricade frowned at this statement. First of all, why would only Sam and Miles be trying to reach him? And why the slag was Sam speaking indirectly to him? It made no sense. They boy was clearly panicking and Barricade wondered if it was due to the fact that the attack had happened so quickly that Sam was only now beginning to feel panic now that the ordeal was over with. “Not good,” he muttered.
“::And why the hell are they just standing there?::” Sam continued, a bit of anger in his voice. “::They should get their metal butts over here and fucking help us! We can’t do this by ourselves.::”
“Okay, now this is just getting weird,” Barricade murmured as he listened to Sam’s angered tone. “What in the world is he talking about?”
“::Oh Primus, just please let Barricade be all right down there, please!::” Sam continued frantically.
“I’m good,” Barricade said with a small lift of one shoulder. “By all means, take your time.”
“::Oh thank you Primus. Thank you, thank you thank you,::” Sam sighed in relief. “::And here comes ‘Bee, finally. Thank Primus.::”
“Oh joy,” Barricade sighed, dropping his head back down onto a small mound of snow, using it as if it were a makeshift pillow.
“::But why in the world does he look so angry?::” Sam continued on without him. “::Is he mad that Barricade could have injured himself?::”
“Doubt it,” Barricade muttered with a frown. It didn’t make any sense. Why in the world would the bug be angry? Was he pissed off that Barricade had essentially launched Sam at him? But that was to ensure that Sam was out of the way of the missile. Did he not want Barricade to save Sam. “What’s the deal Autobit?” Barricade called out, completely baffled as to why the young mech was so angered.
Silence. Bumblebee never responded and Barricade instantly frowned at this. Despite their tentative friendship, the Autobot had never just ignored him before. This was certainly new. Why in the world was Bumblebee ignoring him? All he wanted was a straight answer… and possibly a time line on when he would finally get out of this slagging snow. Sam so far had said nothing to him about-
Barricade’s optics brightened as realization finally, finally dawned on him. San hadn’t said how long the rescue was going to take or anything else of importance because Sam hadn’t said anything! What Barricade was hearing was almost as if he were listening in on Sam’s thoughts. The simplest explanation for this was that Barricade was listening in on Sam’s thoughts. “Oh slag,” Barricade huffed as he instantly shutdown all his non-vital systems and waited.
‘This isn’t happening,’ he thought frantically. ‘This can’t be happening.’ But Barricade knew it was and that now that it had happened there was absolutely nothing that he could do about it. He had finally lost his strict control and had done that which he had sworn to himself that he would never, ever do. It wasn’t fair to the boy and Barricade knew that it wouldn’t have any happy result no matter how much he wish it did.
“This so can not end well.”
Sam was human and that meant that nothing could come from such a bond. So Barricade thought long and hard as he waited for rescue from the snow. He wasn’t going to say anything. Not one thing that could possibly alert the Autobots to this rather extraordinary circumstance. ‘Indeed,’ Barricade thought with a sharp nod. ‘I won’t say anything. It’s doubtful that Sam will ever be aware of it so there’s really no point to bringing it up.’
Indeed, the thought that Sam had realized the implications of what had happened during that small skirmish with the Decepticon seekers were slim at best. Sam was human and that was a small fact that Barricade was extremely thankful for, and yet at the same time resented. Humans were free to make their own choice and it was clear what choice Sam had made. So Barricade wouldn’t say a word. “It’s best for everyone all around,” he said aloud before he could stop himself and with that, Barricade sat back and waited for the rescuers to reach him.
It wasn’t long before he finally could hear the Autobots above him and knew that they were close to finally reaching him. Barricade let out a small huff as he shifted himself once again, more out of restlessness than actual stiffness. It was still some time later before he could finally feel the weight pressing down on his shoulders ease up and then he knew that they were almost to him. With a small sigh, he dropped his head and waited, wondering why they had taken their sweet time.
It was when he finally felt the last of the large ice blocks removed and the Autobots all stand back that he finally lifted his head to glare at the mechs all just standing there, staring down at him. “What the slag took you so long?” he snarled at them.
There was a chuckle from Ravage. “What? Don’t tell me you had an appointment to be somewhere?”
“Oh hardy slagging har,” Barricade huffed as he glanced up at the cat. He was surprised to see Sam there, standing up at the top of the large hole staring down at him worriedly, almost checking him over for any damage.
“Can you get up on your own?” Sam asked worriedly as he looked at the ‘Con still lying in the snow.
“What do you think?” Barricade chuckled as he tucked his arms beneath himself and began pushing himself up. Ironhide and Soundwave were getting the larger pieces of ice off his legs and Barricade sighed as he worked some of the frozen joints, breaking some thin layers of ice that had built up on his gears. There was a sudden cry from above and Barricade looked up baffled at Sam who was staring down at him with wide, horrified eyes.
Barricade went to ask the boy what the problem was when another mech suddenly dropped himself down into the hole. “Barricade, don’t move!” Ratchet suddenly snapped as he made his way next to the ‘Con.
“What? I’m fine,” Barricade said trying to brush past the medic in order to climb back out.
“A hanging door panel is ‘Con for ‘fine’?” Ratchet drawled disbelievingly as he glanced over at Soundwave.
“What?” Barricade turned surprised to find that Ratchet was right. His left door that usually was spread out over his shoulder was missing and it took him a moment to realize that it was hanging down limply behind him, bruising the back of his knee joint every time he leaned back to try and get a better look. “Well slag.”
“Hold still,” Ratchet huffed as he began pulling the limp door this way and that, trying to reset the object back into its original position.
“hey! Careful!” Barricade snapped as he felt some of his more sensitive wires yanked and twisted. Ratchet just shook his head and continued on, taking out his small traveling welding kit and began the tedious task of resetting the door.
“Wheeljack, hold this steady will you?” he asked the other mech.
“Yeah, sure,” Wheeljack said even though Barricade could hear the reluctance in his voice.
Barricade looked around completely baffled as to the somber expressions the other mechs wore. Even Soundwave, the eternal stoic mech, was just looking at Barricade, not saying so much as a single word. Barricade began to shift uncomfortably, a move that instantly had Ratchet snapping at him to hold still.
The ‘Con instantly went still to allow the medic to do his job as he looked up at Bumblebee, wondering if the younger mech could give him some clue as to why everyone was staring at him like they had never seen him before. He froze as he finally caught sight of the young Autobot’s expression. If Barricade thought that Soundwave was unemotional, the larger ‘Con had nothing on Bumblebee in that exact moment time.
Barricade had never known that the Autobots had such an expression in their data banks let alone wear one. Bumblebee was completely blank. There was no hint, not even an inkling, as to what the youngest of the Autobots was thinking. Barricade was completely baffled as he stared up at those blue optics as to what the problem could possibly be.
“Okay, try moving it now.”
Ratchet’s voice jerked Barricade out of the small impromptu staring contest and Barricade quickly did as he was bid, moving the door wing up and then down before side to side. “Feel’s great,” he announced with a smirk. “You do fast work, for an Autobot.”
“Yeah, well,” Ratchet just shrugged, refusing to take the bait that Barricade was desperately throwing at him in order to dissolve the rather tense situation he had emerged from the snow to find himself in.
Barricade frowned as he realized that the medic wasn’t going to say anything more and he looked around with a dark frown, trying to figure out what in the world had happened to make them all so quiet. “No one died did they?” he demanded sharply as he began to take a head count, passing over each and every one of them, startling many of the Autobots as they knew that was exactly what he was doing as he glanced at them in turn before moving on to the next one in line.
Jazz looked over at Prowl and quirked his head and the Autobot commander crossed his arms with a small frown. He and Wheeljack shared a quick look and the two nodded, both determined to discus the ‘Cons behavior at a later date. When things were so hectic as they were now. All of them were just waiting for the fireworks to erupt. It was just a matter of who it was that was going to light the fuse.
“No, no. Everyone is fine and accounted for,” Optimus answered Barricade’s abrupt question as the mech counted those still standing at the top of the hole. “However, it seems that a… situation has occurred.”
Barricade turned to the Autobot leader with an alarmed look. “The Energon?”
Optimus shook his head. “Nothing as major as that but-”
Barricade threw up his arms exasperated by all the non-answers he was receiving. “Well if its nothing life threatening, can it wait until I get out of this hole? For Primus’ sake…”
Optimus nodded and the mechs began the task of climbing back up out of the hole that they themselves had created. Barricade sighed in relief as he was finally standing on somewhat firm ground and turned to ask Sam if he was all right when he was surprised but the youngest Autobots actions. Bumblebee had quickly leaned down and picked Sam up off the ground and quickly shoved him at Barricade. Barricade was forced to take the boy before he was dropped back down into the hole.
Bumblebee didn’t say a word as he turned around and began to slide down the embankment back to the ground below where the rest of the humans were waiting for him. Before Barricade could even question his actions, Sam was already speaking to him. “Barricade! Are you sure you’re all right?” Sam asked frantically, not even looking in the direction that Bumblebee had gone. A fact that was not missed by the Autobots as they began glancing at one another with bright surprised optics.
Barricade for his part was feeling rather annoyed by all this and looked down at Sam. “I’m fine, but I’m beginning to wonder if everyone else is.”
Sam looked up at the mech surprised. “What do you mean?”
Barricade just frowned as he cupped his free hand over the one holding Sam and slid down the small embankment himself until he was next to Bumblebee and the other Autobots that had already climbed down. “Okay, what the slag is going on around here?” Barricade demanded as he held Sam back out to Bumblebee, wanting the full use of his hands in case the others had finally decided that Barricade could not be trusted and had in fact alerted Starscream as to their location.
It was stunning when Bumblebee looked down at Sam, who was staring at Barricade completely baffled as to why Barricade was upset, and turned away. Barricade could only stare at the yellow mech stunned as Bumblebee actually took a step back, distancing himself from both the ‘Con and the boy. Barricade just stared at the mech for a long moment before he glanced around at the other Autobots, most of whom were looking at either Bumblebee sadly or at Sam in a state of stunned disbelief, to try and figure out what in the world he was missing.
Barricade glanced down at Sam who shrugged back up at him, just at a loss as he was. “I didn’t call Starscream here you know,” he growled angrily turning to Optimus. “If you think that for one second I would have summoned that crazed jet here then-”
Optimus quickly held up his hands as if to physically stop Barricade from saying anything more. “And we don’t believe that you did,” the Autobot leader said softly. “Its just that when you were buried under the snow we had a bit of a shocking revelation up here on the surface.”
Barricade just stared at Optimus critically. “What type or revelation?” he asked slowly.
“Well,” Optimus glanced down at the small human seated in Barricade’s palm. “It involves Sam.”
Both mech and human tensed at that announcement and Bumblebee looked up sharply as he glanced from Barricade to Sam and back again. Barricade himself was determined to ignore the mech however as he kept his gaze focused squarely on Optimus. “What in the Pit are you talking about?” he demanded.
“Well,” Optimus began before he glanced over at Ratchet and Ironhide, unsure how to proceed.
“He heard you,” Bumblebee suddenly announced in a flat, dry voice and Barricade glanced over at the Autobot surprised. “He heard you when no one else did.”
“You didn’t?” Sam asked completely surprised. “I though-”
“Well of course he heard me,” Barricade shook his head, speaking at the same time as Sam. “My master communications might have been hampered by the snow but my direct line with Sam is completely functional. I designed that watch to withstand anything and everything.”
“Yeah ‘Bee, what’s the big deal?” Sam asked turning to his friend utterly confused. “He talks to me all the time over the watch-”
“The watch,” Bumblebee drawled, interrupting the two as he looked at each of them in turn, “is with Frenzy.” The small silver mech held up the item in question as proof.
Barricade groaned under his breath as Sam stared down at the small black item that Frenzy was dangling from his two fingers in disbelief. “My watch!” Sam yelped surprised as he quickly glanced down at his own wrist as he pushed up his jacket sleeve, completely stunned to find the skin bare underneath. “How in the world did you get it?”
“Apparently you nearly left it at the hotel,” Optimus said quickly before Bumblebee could say anything more.
“How was it that you didn’t even notice that Sam no longer wore it?” Bumblebee drawled as he glared at the ‘Con. “You were always listening in on our conversations.”
“And if I recall correctly, you were upset about it so I stopped whenever he was with you,” Barricade snapped. Bumblebee’s optics brightened as he stared at the ‘Con surprised as Barricade turned to look back at the other mechs and glared at them. “So what does this have to do with anything?” Barricade huffed as he looked around at the mechs even as Sam frowned, trying to figure out what everything added up to in order for the other mechs to act as if this was some great revelation.
“Barricade,” Optimus said slowly. “Sam heard you.”
“So?” Barricade huffed. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“What do you mean by that?” Bumblebee suddenly said firmly and Barricade glanced back at the Autobots surprised.
“I’m sorry?”
“How do you know that we suspected the fact that Sam could hear you meant something?” Bumblebee continued, just staring at the ‘Con long and hard.
Sam meanwhile, was looking between the two mechs, completely at a loss as to what in the world they could be talking about. He glanced down at Will and the others, hoping for some clue as to what was going on but the others just shrugged back up at him, just as lost. With a small frown he glanced back up at Bumblebee. “What in the world are you guys talking about?” he huffed.
Bumblebee lost the look of suspicion as it was quickly replaced with one of complete stunned surprise. “You knew,” he said quietly in disbelief as he stared at the ‘Con.
“Knew what?” Barricade said quickly as he looked over at the Autobot.
“You knew!” Bumblebee’s voice got louder and filled with anger as he glared at the mech before him.
“No I didn’t,” Barricade shook his head, refusing to let the Autobot rile him.
“You knew?” Soundwave drawled as he looked over at the other ‘Con.
“No I didn’t,” Barricade growled at him.
“Knew what?” Sam asked, exasperated by the roundabout conversation.
“I can’t believe it,” Bumblebee continued on un-heedingly at Sam’s question as he just staring at the ‘Con. “You knew! You knew and you said nothing! You never even so much as hinted that something like this was possible!”
“Well what the fuck did you want me to say?” Barricade finally burst out, passing Sam over to a surprised Soundwave. “There was no possibly way for me to say anything without getting my aft handed to me.”
“You could have at least let Optimus aware of it,” Bumblebee growled at him. “For Primus’ sake, it’s Sam!”
“Exactly!” Barricade snapped. “It’s Sam! And that would have gone over well I’m sure considering who and what I am.”
“You mean that this is actually possible?” Ironhide gasped as he stared at the Mustang in shock before he turned to look down at Will as if he had never seen the ranger before.
“I knew I was right,” Optimus stated almost in disbelief as he looked at Barricade and Sam respectively.
“Right about what?” Sam cried out, frustration building in him as he stared at all the Cybertronions.
The Autobots all glanced at one another before Optimus took a small step forward. “Sam,” he began quietly. “You heard Barricade when no one else could. Only one thing can give a mech, or anyone I suppose, that ability.”
“You’re Linked,” Bumblebee announced sadly as he looked at the small human seated in Soundwave’s palm.
Sam just stared at Bumblebee completely gob smacked. “What?” he nearly screeched. “Where in the world did you get a crazy idea like that? In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m a human.”
“Think about it Sam,” Ratchet spoke. “You held the All Spark. You speak to Primus. Is it any wonder that you would have the ability to establish a Link with one of us?”
“Its not him,” Barricade surprised everyone by saying. “The Link formed well before Sam ever even saw the All Spark.”
“WHAT?” Everyone nearly bellowed as they spun around and looked at Barricade in disbelief.
Barricade frowned at them before he finally sighed, his shoulders slumping as he leaned back against the snow pile. “When I first found Sam, when looking for the glasses, and managed to trap him down underneath that bridge. I knew the second I looked at him who, or rather what he was to me.”
“All this time?” Jazz gasped as he looked over at Sam.
“Ever since then?” Bumblebee gasped, feeling his joints lock and he leaned back, nearly falling back onto the snow. Prowl quickly reached out and steadied him even as he stared at the other patrol car in complete disbelief.
Sam himself was frowning as he though things over. “But from what you’ve all told me about Links, it’s a connection between sparks and I don’t have one.” Sam frowned suddenly. “At least I don’t think so,” he said worriedly.
“You don’t,” Barricade shook his head. “The Link is completely on my part. I’m the reason you could hear me and vice versa.”
“You could hear me?” Sam gasped as he looked over at Barricade in stunned surprise.
Barricade nodded. “Indeed, but you don’t have to worry about it. As I stated, you’re human. The Link should have absolutely no effect on you whatsoever.” And with that, Barricade reached out and took Sam from Soundwave’s hand and once more pushed the human into Bumblebee’s own. “So just forget it ever happened.”
“Barricade,” Prowl stared at the Mustang surprised as he glanced over at Jazz worriedly. Jazz looked just as distraught as even Ratchet and Wheeljack were just staring at Barricade shocked by his words.
“Barricade. Do you even know what it is that you’re saying?” Ratchet asked quietly.
“Of course I do,” Barricade scoffed. “But what else can be done about it?”
The mechs all just stared at him, the two Aligned couples looking at each other in complete stunned disbelief at the words they were hearing. “Runner-” Jazz began only to have the ‘Con suddenly shake his head.
“It doesn’t matter,” Barricade announced. “It’s my problem and I’ll deal with it. It’s none of anyone’s concern.” The mechs all just stared at him as Barricade nodded sharply. “It only effects me so Sam should be fine. Like I said, I’ll deal with it.”
The Autobots looked at one another worriedly but it was Sam who was staring at Barricade as if in a whole new light before he finally spoke. “Are you sure?” he asked quietly, gaining everyone’s attention as he spoke. “Are you sure that the Link doesn’t have any affect on me?”
Barricade frowned as he stared at him. “What in the world are you getting at?” he asked. “You’re human so the Link shouldn’t have any effect on you.”
“But Barricade,” Sam began quietly.
“No!” Barricade shouted. “That’s enough. It’s my problem and you don’t have to worry about it at all.” Everyone just stared at Barricade as he glared at them. “End of discussion.”
“But Barricade,” Optimus began.
“End. Of. Discussion.”
Optimus sighed but nodded nonetheless. “Very well. We will no longer speak of it.”
“Thank you,” Barricade sighed.
“For now,” Bumblebee finished. Barricade glanced over at the Autobot sharply but Bumblebee remained firm as he stared at the ‘Con. Sam was looking up at Bumblebee worriedly before he glanced back over at Barricade with wide eyes.
“Hey guys?” Everyone turned surprised to find that Perceptor had wandered a bit away from the group and was just standing there, staring at what had been the cliff of ice. “Does anyone have any idea as to what that is?”
Puzzled, everyone turned surprised to see what the scientist was speaking about when they saw it and stared completely disbelieving at what the avalanche had revealed.
-To Be Continued
Author's Note: -Snickers- Oh I'm so evil! Join us for chapter One Hundred Forty Three: A Sizable Discover... ... when I finnish writing it. :P
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