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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: YES! I LIVE! Okay, the good news: well, I’m back. That’s the good news. The bad news: this is back to only being updated once a week! -cries- I know! Tragic! Hopefully when I get myself caught up I can go back to daily. The reason: well as if my court case wasn’t bad enough, the lawyer assigned to my case has left the company my insurance hired. Now I have a NEW lawyer who has to be caught up on the whole five years of slag! -cries again- Will it EVER end? –The rest of the notes will be found on the bottom. I feel if I don’t let you get on with the chapter some heads may roll… namely mine!
P.S. Remember, they're OOC because I do not use the G1 verse as a guideline but rather the movie! I looked up their profile and went no further because I wanted to keep a modern attitude towards them.
Chapter One Hundred Forty Five: Birds of a Feather
If life at the base had been simply crazy before then it had become almost complete bedlam after the gremlins had shown up to brighten everyone’s lives or rather, as Rollerforce had so eloquently put it, “drive them all up and over a fucking wall all the way to flat out crazy town”. Groundhog sighed as he looked over at the still smoldering wreckage of what was once a truck from that morning’s rather interesting antics. He frowned as he tried to figure out what they were supposed to do with the thing now. It was doubtful if anything was even salvageable for any medical purposes that he could see and he said as much to the Autobot next to him.
“You’re more than likely right,” Red Alert sighed as he too looked at the smoke rising from the heated metal. “However if we don’t keep it, then you know that we’ll never hear the end of it from either Wheeljack or Perceptor.”
“Ah…” Groundhog nodded. There was silence in the courtyard for a moment. “And they would protest it’s disposal… why exactly?” Groundhog finally asked.
Red looked over at the ‘Con in surprise as he realized that Groundhog really was asking him who they were before he laughed and gave the smaller mech a small pat on the arm. “Right, sorry. Forget you weren’t part of the main ‘Con core at Iacon.”
“Indeed,” Groundhog frowned at him. “Now, as to my question?”
“Right,” Red smiled widely. “They’re our engineer and scientist respectively. There’s probably something in the broken truck they could salvage for whatever reasons and trust me, we never ask.”
Red shuddered at this and Groundhog had to frown as he tried to figure out what it was that could possibly had this seasoned Autobot warrior not ask questions when Blaster finally appeared from the main hanger with Hound trailing behind him at a more sedate pace. “I found some cables we can use to haul that thing away from the main gate!” the communications officer called out as he finally reached them.
Hound just sighed as he moved next to Groundhog. “How’s Motorhead doing?” he asked him quietly and Blaster instantly looked up, worry evident through the still borrowed blue visor.
“Nothing to traumatizing,” Groundhog assured them with a small laugh. “It’s the recovery process that he’ll have a hard time dealing with.”
“Is it that bad?” Red asked curiously.
Groundhog shrugged. “He’s your team mate, you tell me.”
Blaster and Red frowned puzzled but it was Hound who sighed. “Motorhead may be begging you to turn off his audio receivers by the end of the day if Bluestreak still isn’t leaving his side.”
“I thought as much,” Groundhog chuckled. “He was still seated next to Motor’s bed when I left the main hanger talking about the non-symmetry of the horrid plant known as a ‘cactus’ and Ironhide’s dislike of them.”
“Well you do have to admit that they’re not really symmetrical at all,” Hound said with a frown. “But neither are most trees. Flowers however are a wonderful example of-”
“Hound,” Red interrupted the scout with a wide grin as Blaster was snickering behind him. “You’ve been hanging around Ron too much.”
Hound frowned at him but Red had already turned back to Blaster. “So where’re the brawns of this group?” he asked him with a frown.
“Brawn?” Blaster frowned before he looked over at Hound confused. “Isn’t he still in space?”
Groundhog looked over at Red with a small expression of disbelief on his face as Red brought up his palm and smacked it right against his forehead. “Never mind,” the security chief muttered. “Where’s Inferno and Rollerforce?”
“Gremlin watch,” Hound replied easily. “Inferno is being insistent and I understand that Rollerforce is just there to annoy him.”
“Yeah, that’s something he’s good at,” Groundhog sighed. “I’ll get them.”
“Just watch out for flying Dew,” Red called after the mech and Groundhog held up a hand to show he had heard him.
Ever since Dispensor got his supplies, he’d been testing out his cannons. Unfortunately rather than using the gun range as they had tried their best to get him to use, he was having much more fun aiming at the moving targets. Namely them! Thankfully he knew enough to leave the humans be. Not that it mattered as they were busy dealing with the poor driver that from what Groundhog understood was named “Todd”. “Strange names these humans come up with,” he muttered as he headed for the maintenance shed. “Hey GUYS!” he called out. “Red need’s you to help haul away that truck!”
“DUCK!” Two voices shouted at him.
“What about a bird?” Groundhog muttered just before the small green projectile came hurling towards him. “Slag it. I just hope the humans are doing better with what’s his name,” he muttered under his breath as Rollerforce and Inferno snickered at his now sticky appearance as Dispensor practically puffed out his chest with pride at having nailed the small Decepticon. “Shut up and hand me one of those big white cloth thingy’s!”
“-So let me see if I understand this correctly,-” Keller’s voice said slowly through the radio speakers. “-There really are gremlins on the base?-”
Maggie and Fig glanced at one another, unsure about the tone the Secretary was using but Mikaela just laughed as she grabbed the microphone from the Ranger. “Indeed,” she announced with a small smile.
There was a loud sigh from Keller’s end. “-I tell you if Optimus and the others call me up from the North Pole and announce that they’ve discovered Santa Clause’s workshop I would be surprised.-”
“I wouldn’t put it past them,” Mikaela snickered.
“The gremlins, I mean Terraformers, are from Mission City,” Fig continued as he required the microphone. “Apparently they were created with the cube.”
“-And now they’re out there in California?-” Keller asked surprised.
“Thirteen,” Maggie spoke up quickly, refusing to be left out of the conversation. “Sector Seven was suppose to, er, offline them but Thirteen got them first.”
“-Right,-” Keller sighed. “-I’ll get started on the paperwork. Just tell me what they turn into and- -”
“But that’s not why we called,” Fig said quickly, interrupting the Secretary.
There was a long pause before they could hear the man sigh. “-What happened now?-” he finally asked as if resolved to hear something that would mean even more work for him.
“One of them turns into a vending machine and… well,” Maggie trailed off, not sure how best to break the news to the man.
Mikaela rolled her eyes as she snatched the microphone once again. “He ran out of drinks and they ended up hijacking a truck, driver and all.”
“-WHAT?-” Keller’s voice resonated out of the speakers.
Fig glared at the younger girl momentarily before he turned back to the radio, taking back control of the microphone. “I am sorry about that,” Fig said. “You left me in charge of watching them and then this happens. I take full responsibility and-”
Peals of laughter from both Mikaela and Keller brought Fig’s words to a halt. “-Son,-” Keller began. “-I doubt anyone can keep that lot out of trouble.-”
“So you coming or what?” Mikaela asked pointedly as she got her giggles under control.
“-As soon as I can,-” Keller sighed. “-If I leave now I should be there by evening.-”
“Right, see you then!” Mikaela chirped before the transmission cut and the other two stared at her in surprise. “What?” she asked with a frown.
“He doesn’t really need to be here, does he?” Fig asked puzzled. “We just get him to promise not to mention it and-”
“Forms,” Mikaela sighed as they all stood. “The driver needs to fill out forms.”
“Still, I feel rather bad about Keller having to come all this way for something like this,” Maggie said with a frown as they exited into the sunlight.
“Still, it needs to be dealt with,” Mikaela announced.
“Duck!”
The group of humans glanced over at Groundhog’s shout and watched the goings on for a bit. Inferno and Rollerforce it seemed had been trying to haul away the smoking wreckage of the truck when Dispensor decided to use them as target practice once again. The two mechs quickly ducked behind the truck while Groundhog dove behind a small guardhouse. Blaster and Hound also took cover behind different buildings while Red Alert, the only mech that the gremlin never so much as dared shoot at, tried to convince the small mech to use the firing range.
Neurotoxic, perched on Red’s shoulder was chittering loudly at the green mech below as he was still firing at where Blaster was hiding. Gravelgrinder meanwhile must have thought it a game or something as he tried to hide behind the guardhouse with Groundhog. However, due to his rather large girth, all this did was shove poor Groundhog back out into the open and in the line of fire. It took them a moment to find Spindle as he was playing in the multiple puddles left behind by Dispensor’s attack.
The humans continued onward after a moment of watching the mechs’ antics and proceeded back into the human buildings. Judy and Carol both looked up as they entered the mess hall. “Well? What did he say?” Judy asked half rising from her seat.
“He’ll be here tonight,” Fig announced as he sat down, bringing his bad foot onto the seat opposite.
“More for dinner I suppose,” Carol sighed as she took another sip of her coffee. “He’s bringing those guys in suits, right?”
“We can only assume,” Judy chuckled as she went to fetch a cup for Fig.
“So where’s our illustrious guest?” Fig asked as Judy passed him one of the Lancaster’s mugs. Mikaela smirked and wondered if she should take a picture of the hard as nails Ranger drinking coffee from a purple mug displaying a rather frazzled cartoon cat proclaiming itself “caffeinated”.
“In the shower,” Judy announced while Mikaela pulled out her phone. “Simmons offered to loan him some clothing.”
“Poor guy,” Maggie frowned. “Imagine getting kidnapped by some hyped up robots and not knowing what’s going on.”
“Serves the man right,” Judy said with a frown. “After the way he behaved the last time he dropped off packages.”
“He was nearly Crikey’s chew toy,” Mikaela reminded the woman as she fiddled around with her phone. “Can you blame him?”
“Well he deserved it,” Judy said firmly with a small sharp nod.
Maggie and Fig shared a confused glance as Glen finally entered the kitchen. “Do we still have any fried chicken left?” he asked as he headed towards the refrigerator.
Carol frowned. “You should eat something a bit healthier,” she admonished. “And it’s not even noon yet.” Glen just shrugged and Carol’s glare got a smidgen deeper.
“Er, we should get back to work,” Maggie announced standing up and snagging the edge of Glen’s sleeve.
“Have you found out anything?” Judy asked curiously.
“Unfortunately,” Maggie shook her head. “So far, it’s just schematics on Megatron and a few of the other mechs. Nothing that can give us so much as a clue as to where they are or even what they’re doing.”
“What about Simmons?” Mikaela asked as she finally flipped her phone closed. “Did he give you any more insight?”
“No much since he was only one of the elite guards.”
“Well don’t worry about it,” Fig said with a smile as he finally set down his coffee. “I’m sure a smart, pretty little thing like you will have it figured out in no time.”
Maggie ducked her head as a small blush started across her cheeks and Glen rolled his eyes, snagging the woman’s elbows. “Come on you,” he muttered as he dragged her out of the kitchen and towards the main living room that the two hackers had converted into an impromptu workspace until Red Alert allowed them back down into the underground base.
Judy smirked as she watched them go. “Well that’s interesting.”
Carol frowned at her. “You just love to play matchmaker, don’t you?”
Judy just shrugged shooting Mikaela a small, shared smile as Fig tried his best to hide behind the purple mug. Mikaela just chuckled. “I wonder how our other resident love birds are doing.”
Motorhead watched the light blue Autobot flit about the main hanger like a rather stressed out hummingbird from his position on the medical bed with a small frown. To tell the truth, he was a bit at a loss at Bluestreak’s behavior since that morning’s incidents. The Decepticon hadn’t been oblivious to Bluestreak’s prior attitude towards him, he wasn’t a complete idiot no matter what Rollerforce said. However, with the complete one eighty that the Autobot had made Motorhead wasn’t sure whether or not he should be elated by all the attention or worried that the explosion really had tinkered with the other mech’s circuits.
With a sigh, Motorhead looked down at his lap and switched off his optics. He wasn’t that injured by the explosion but the way Bluestreak was acting, one might think that he lost a major limb. It was strange to Motorhead, who was used to being ignored, to suddenly be the main focus of anyone’s attention let alone Bluestreak. Motorhead could tell the second he had first seen him that Bluestreak was a true Autobot through and through. The mech was not overjoyed at their arrival but he wasn’t fanatic enough to demand their immediate capture and or destruction, like the others had in the beginning.
Bluestreak simply adapted the mentality of “wait and see” with them. He didn’t go out of his way to aggravate them as Inferno did nor did he plead their case like Red. He simply ensured that he was never alone with them and kept his peace. It proved that Bluestreak wasn’t stupid in the least and was rather intriguing to the orange Decepticon.
That was truly the most interesting thing about the Autobot… Aside from the fact that Bluestreak was the most gorgeous mech Motorhead had ever set his optics upon. One optic flicked on and he glanced over at the mech was still muttering to himself. “Primus,” Motorhead muttered as he had to quickly flick off his vision before the sight of Bluestreak crawling into the boxcar, aft high in the air.
“Did you say something?” Bluestreak’s faint voice echoed out of the container.
“Nothing,” Motorhead responded back quickly as he loaded the frozen image as his nightly screensaver.
Bluestreak made a small noncommittal noise and Motorhead went back to thinking. He had already been approached by both his teammates about his rather large obsession over the Autobot, embarrassing as that was. Rollerforce had discussed gone on and on about the fact that Bluestreak was an Autobot despite the fact that their boss had obviously agreed to a truce with them. Motorhead had quite firmly reminded the larger ‘Con that it was his life and Rollerforce should just happily butt out of it. The truck had muttered something about leaving the cure of Motorhead’s craziness to Barricade and had stomped out of the hanger.
Groundhog, on the other hand had gone into detail. Rather fighting, processor-frying detail on the mechanics and possible ramifications of joining sparks, just in case they should ever get that far. Motorhead had stuttered, stammered, and reminded the other ‘Con that Bluestreak didn’t even like him. Groundhog had just leveled a look at him and continued with his rather meticulous list of the do’s and don’ts of merging. Motorhead had sat through the embarrassing lecture, believing that Groundhog, for all his good intentions, was wasting his time. Clearly the older Decepticons had seen something in Bluestreak that Motorhead had completely missed.
“Here we are,” Bluestreak chirped as a barrel of oil was suddenly thrust into Motorhead’s vision, breaking the mechs concentration.
Motorhead stared down at the can. “Oh, thanks.”
“Now take small sips,” Bluestreak admonished. “The last thing we need is you to flood yourself and then Groundhog will be after me for not watching you properly.”
“Um, right,” Motorhead muttered as his sipped his oil, a bit uncomfortable at being alone in the hanger with the object of his obsession.
“I think the others are trying to move the remnants of that truck that went,” Bluestreak announced as he settled himself. “I asked why they couldn’t just leave it but Red Alert is nothing but through. He said that it wouldn’t do if any of the humans or Primus forbid, Starscream fly by and see it and come to investigate.” Motorhead simply nodded, remembering the conversation as it had after all taken place in the main hanger while Groundhog was repairing him. “He’s right of course but I doubt they would show up today. Still, he said he was going to get Inferno and Rollerforce to move it somewhere more logical until Wheeljack or Perceptor claim the wreckage for their own purposes. What they’ll use it for is beyond me but one never know.”
Motorhead stared as Bluestreak continued on, taking small sips of his own oil in-between sentences. “I personally would prefer if we never saw that thing again but considering how limited our resources are here on Earth, it’s best to make use of everything and not let anything go to waste,” the Autobot continued, “but I’m not sure if Inferno and Rollerforce will get the thing moved before dark. Inferno has mellowed since you guys rescued Red in the underground passage but Rollerforce seems like the type to hold a grudge. Does he hold a grudge?” Motorhead shook his head mutely and Bluestreak continued on. “He seems like it though. But then again, you are Decepticons and there’s that whole other way of thinking and what you all deem important and what’s not important. Holding a grudge seems important though, at least to Rollerforce.”
“He’s not trying to be mean or anything,” Motorhead broke in as Bluestreak took a sip. “He just knows that Inferno is still annoyed by our presence and Inferno can’t do or say anything about it anymore since we helped his mate. Rollerforce is simply taking advantage of that fact to annoy your superior.”
“Mmm,” Blue nodded as he thought about it. “True. He’s acting more like Ironhide now since you guys helped Red. Inferno I mean. He’ll gripe and groan about a few things but I think Inferno’s actually glad that you guys were here. You certainly earned your keep.”
“More like Groundhog earned his keep. He’s the medic, after all. And Rollerforce is good for heavy labor if not his smarts and can help you guys around and such.” Motorhead trailed off as he looked down at his warm oil pensively and amazingly Bluestreak remained quiet, something he hadn’t done since Groundhog had first left them alone that morning. “I still haven’t done anything yet.”
“Don’t say that!” Bluestreak suddenly snapped, startling the ‘Con.
Motorhead looked up, ignoring the small spill on his leg panel. “But, I haven’t,” he insisted.
“Does it matter?” Bluestreak asked nonchalantly as he sat back on the small bench that Wheeljack had constructed before he left. “You’re here and not with Starscream. I think that says enough.”
“Really? You think so?” Motorhead asked with a small smile.
Bluestreak made a scoffing sound. “Anyone stupid enough to follow him should have their processors checked for bugs.”
“Well, I think it’s more like their staying with something they know,” Motorhead said thoughtfully.
“What?” Bluestreak asked sharply, looking up over the rim at the ‘Con, his blue optics sharp as ice.
“Some of those mechs are our friends you know,” Motorhead said with a frown. “The Constructicons for one.”
“The who?” Bluestreak asked with a small frown.
“Never mind,” Motorhead shook his head. “The point is that I think they would rather stay with Starscream, crazy antics and all, rather than face the frightening probabilities of an unknown future if the Decepticons were disbanded and taken over by you Autobots.”
“Disbanded?” Bluestreak looked completely confused.
“Well isn’t that what’s happening by us signing over to you guys? We’re essentially turning over our rights as Decepticons.”
“I doubt that Barricade will see it like that,” Bluestreak frowned. “I never really spoke to him when he was here but from what I can tell, he’s still a ‘Con to the core.”
“Barricade always did march to his own beat,” Motorhead said with a shrug. “But what does this mean for the rest of us? What will happen now that Megatron really is gone and you lot finally take out Starscream? You Autobots always had each other and already know what you’re going to do with your lives but for us? I mean, where do we go from here? What is there left for a Decepticon now?”
Bluestreak stared at the ‘Con on the bed before a small smile graced his features and he placed his hand over the one still in Motorhead’s lap. Blue optics met red and Bluestreak smiled. “I doubt that anyone can truly change you,” he said gently. “You’re still you, aren’t you? And you’re a true Decepticon at spark despite joining up with we ‘softies’.”
Motorhead smirked a bit as he took another sip of oil and the two sat there in silence for a few moments just listening to the others shout at one another as they tried to get the truck moved while being pelted on by bottles of lemon lime liquid. It seems as if everyone with the exception of Red Alert were targeted by the small gremlin and Motorhead had to wonder if it was because Red Alert stood up for them that the gremlins were well behaved for him or if somehow they knew about the sparkling. He wouldn’t put it past them. It would but quite funny if they actually did know about the “baby”, as the humans called it.
“I am sorry you know.”
Motorhead looked over at the Autobot’s quiet whisper in surprise. “About what?” he asked, genuinely puzzled.
“About how I acted when you first arrived. I’m afraid I acted more like some of the older mechs and their discrimination against your kind,” Bluestreak elaborated.
“Your reaction is to be expected,” Motorhead told him with a small bitter smile.
“No, you don’t understand,” Bluestreak insisted and Motorhead went quiet as he waited to hear what it was that was clearly so important to Bluestreak. Bluestreak sneaked a small peek at the Decepticon before he sighed and turned his attention back to his forgotten barrel of oil as he spoke more to the container than he did Motorhead. “My… city was destroyed by Decepticons,” he finally blurted out. “I was the only one who got out alive.”
Motorhead had to remind himself to keep his jaw firmly closed at this announcement. “Oh,” was all he managed to get out. “I’m sorry. I can understand after witnessing such a thing why it is that you would want to seek revenge-”
Bluestreak shook his head rapidly, waving about his free hand. “No, you don’t understand. I hate fighting, I loathe it actually.”
Motorhead tilted his head a bit confused by the confession. “Then why did you not join the antiwar movement? Why did you join the Autobots?”
Bluestreak sighed as he sat back once again. “I don’t know,” he said quietly. “More it was I just didn’t want the same thing happening to anyone else and I wanted to help in whatever way I could.” Motorhead remained silent and Bluestreak sighed as he set his oilcan aside. “And that’s why I owe you guys an apology. I was so caught up in being angry at the Decepticons in general for the destruction of the city and later the inevitable loss of Cybertron that I forgot that you’re people too. That you had thoughts and emotions and could have friends and-” Bluestreak trailed off as he spotted the widening smile on the ‘Cons face. “The point is, in my anger I was denying the very thing I wanted. Peace between the Autobots and Decepticons. I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted,” Motorhead said with a small smile. “Though, you may not want to mention such things around Rollerforce.”
“He’ll be angry?” Bluestreak asked surprised.
Motorhead let out a snort. “More likely he’ll never let you live it down and tease you mercilessly.”
Bluestreak’s optics winked off and on. “Oh,”
Motorhead smiled softly at the other mech’s bowed head. “Thank you for explaining it to me,” he said quietly. “And I’m sorry too. I know we haven’t been the easiest to get along with. Especially me.”
“Of course not!” Bluestreak said quickly, his head snapping back up. “How can you say that? All three of you have been nothing but patient with us while we got our heads out of our afts. And you helped us with the gremlins and now the truck and…” Bluestreak trailed off again, his head once more dipping. “Thank you for that by the way.”
“Mmm?” Motorhead looked over the rim of the barrel a bit surprised. “For what?”
Bluestreak gave him a wan smile. “The ‘pushing me out of the way of an exploding Earth vehicle’ bit.”
“Oh that.” Optics locked gazes and Motorhead smiled gently. “You’re very welcome.” Bluestreak returned the smile and looked as if he was going to say more when there was a clatter in the hangers entry way.
“All right, break it up you two,” Rollerforce growled as he headed towards them and snagged a few more white sheets, immediately using one to wipe off the excess sticky moister beading on his paint job as he turned to leave. “The trucks still not moved and that Keller person is inbound. Red and ‘Hog both say that if you two are well enough to get your afts out there and do some proper work. So move it!”
“Yes ‘Force,” Motorhead heaved a sigh as he finally sat up.
“Are you sure you should be moving?” Bluestreak asked worriedly as the other mech stood.
“Yeah, I should be fine now. Most of my internal repairs should have had enough time to get everything done.” He turned to the blue mech still seated on the bench and held out a hand. “Shall we?”
Bluestreak ducked his head again but this time it was to set aside the oilcan before he took the offered hand. “Best get out there before they blow something else up.”
“That’s the spirit,” Motorhead grinned as he tugged the other mech towards the door.
Neither one of them seemed to even realize that they were still holding hands when they finally met up with the others. Red Alert and Groundhog shared a small smile while Inferno just shot a look of horror over to Rollerforce. “I know, the worlds just gone and flipped on its head, hasn’t it?” the large ‘Con snickered as he headed back towards the tow cables they had attached to the truck. “Well don’t just stand there,” he huffed as he realized the other red mech wasn’t moving. “They’ll be fine and you’ll get used to it, so snag a line and pull! Honestly. Stupid Autobots. Can’t take change very well can you?”
Inferno had nothing to say as he numbly took the line and heaved. Unfortunately, this only managed to throw Rollerforce off balance and the ‘Con went tumbling back into the moat. Inferno managed to snap out of his stupor long enough to laugh along with the other mechs. “Yeah, laugh it up,” Rollerforce muttered as he glared at the yellow eyes staring at him from over the water. “What are you looking at?”
Crikey just hissed and if the ‘Con didn’t know any better, he could have sworn that the crocodile was laughing at him.
-To Be Continued
Author’s Note: Man, Bluestreak and Motorhead were hard to get right! Anyway, I apologize for anything that didn’t sound right or seemed odd. This was just another chapter that decided to make my life difficult. We’ve had 16 of those so far. Well, next time we’re still at the base just so you know. I don’t want anyone to have a heart attack on me come next Monday when we’re still with Red and the others!
Cover Me Fan News: Thursaz has done a wonderful one shot into Sam’s mind as he tries to figure out his feelings for both ‘Bee and ‘Cade entitled “Torn”. Meanwhile, Eternal Sailor X, a trucker who has noticed my failing in trucking knowledge, has started a small AU version of the Cover Me Road Trip. (yes, it’s now in caps. :P) With my full permission may I add. Far be it from me to cramp creativity. Isn’t that why we’re all here? Both links can be found in my profile.
THE MASSES! Okay. On FFnet, I get a little notice in my e-mail whenever someone faves my story or adds it to their alert list. Since I’ve been so busy, I’ve just thrown them in a folder to be dealt with later. … it’s later and to my amazement OVER 50 people have faved it since ROtF came out! And that’s only on FFnet! I have no idea how many actually read it on AFF. So curious, I head over and check my stats page on Fanfiction...
THERE ARE THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY PLUS PEOPLE WHO ARE WATCHING THIS FIC! Not only that but nearly all of that (358) have me on their own Favorites list! O.O! -dies- You know what this means though, right? I expect at least 300 reviews here people! -Waves the script for 146 in the air- I’m not joking! I have a hostage!
Barricade: Oh slagging primus~! -whirls around to face the others- Quick! Everyone log in and leave a review! A LOT of reviews! Everyone do at least 10! No- 20!
Red Alert: -frowns- But we can only leave one!
Barricade: MAKE UP SOMETHING! Hack the system do whatever just get Cover Me over with!
Bumblebee: Uh, are you sure you want Cover Me to end so soon?
Barricade: Of course I’m sure! I can’t take any more emotional crap! That’s for you Auto-wusses.
Bumblebee: -Frowns- Really? Because you know, I’ve seen the outline for BDQ’s next fic.
Barricade: -Typing furiously- It can’t be any worse than this!
Bumblebee: That depends on how you look at it. It mostly features you-
Barricade: -huffs- That figures
Bumblebee: -and Starscream
Barricade: -Looks up at Bee in surprise before he goes back to typing muttering- I’ve survived worse.
Bumblebee: -Smirks- and the whole story is basically one giant intergalactic road trip.
Barricade: … STOP WRITING! FOR THE LOVE OF PRIMUS DON’T HIT ‘SEND’!
Rollerforce: MAKE UP YOUR MIND!
Join us next time for chapter one hundred and forty six of Cover Me: A Novel Concept.
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