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By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: YAY! I'm being good today! I'm actually posting on a Monday! -feel the amazement!- Well this chapter went WAY left from what I thought it would go, so please let me know what you think! I hope it makes sense! -crosses fingers-
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Chapter One Hundred Fifty: A Sunny Disposition
“Get away from me!”
Bumblebee looked up from securing another cube at the loud snarl and shook his head as he saw Ravage trying his best to get away from Sideswipe as fast as he could around the piles of ice and stacked Energon cubes. “Aww come on Ravage,” Sides tried his best to sound cajoling as he followed the cat around, and at some points over, the ice. “It’s a great idea!”
“No it’s not!” Ravage hissed as he quickly slinked around a large ice block and scuttled towards Soundwave, hissing at the rather dejected Autobot.
Soundwave glanced down at his subordinate before he looked over at the mech still standing there with one of the tow chains and what looked like a piece of paneling off one of the old Sector Seven hangers in his hands. “Dare I ask?” he said flatly.
“Sideswipe,” Prowl barked as he quickly made his way over after spotting what could possibly be a problem. “What in the world is going on over here?”
“Well, when I was looking up things off the Spiderweb-”
“World Wide Web,” Bumblebee and Ironhide corrected automatically.
Sideswipe glanced over at the two surprised and a bit apprehensively as he found Bumblebee just watching him while Ironhide was once again climbing down into the hole, seeming completely unfazed by the disturbance “Err… anyway I came across this great site,” he said turning back to Prowl and Soundwave. “It spoke about something called the Iditarod!”
“The what?” Prowl sounded completely baffled as he turned to look at Bumblebee for an answer.
Bumblebee frowned as he stared back at the commander unwaveringly. “What are you looking at me for? I have no clue either,” he snapped annoyed. Prowl almost did a double take as he now stared at Bumblebee in stunned surprise rather than inquisitively. Bumblebee shook his head before he turned back to Sideswipe. “So this ‘Iditarod’ is…?”
“It’s really neat!” Sideswipe announced almost bouncing up and down in place. It was actually more like a tiny hop that rattled the chains every time he made a movement and Bumblebee frowned at the action. He knew he was in a sour mood but it wouldn’t do to take it out on Sideswipe when it was apparent he was just trying to help. “It’s how humans use to get across Alaska before cars and trains and stuff!” Sideswipe continued to explain as he held up the chain and panel excitedly. “I thought we could do the same thing getting the Energon back to our second base!”
“Do we need a second base,” Perceptor asked curiously as he glanced at the group from where he was monitoring the Energon core levels.
“Why not?” Ironhide’s voice wafted out from the hole. “No Sector Seven anymore and no one else is using it. Besides, it’s close to the Energon and the ARC. We can set it up as a secondary consulate.”
“Keller’s gonna be pissed,” Bumblebee drawled as he glanced down at the obsidian mech still shoveling away.
“At least he doesn’t have to build one,” Ironhide chuckled with a lift of one shoulder in a half shrug as he shifted more shattered ice to reach the glowing pink squares below.
Prowl looked at ‘Bee dubiously before he looked down at Ironhide. After a moment it seemed as if the high commander just didn’t want to get involved in that conversation anytime soon so he turned back to Sideswipe. “And what does that have to do with Ravage?”
Sideswipe let out a rather horrifying giggle. “It’s really, really cool! They had teams of dogs and hooked them up to these neat things called ‘sleds’!”
Almost all of the mechs standing up on the ground level just stared at the giddy Sideswipe stunned as a makeshift shovel was tossed up from the hole. “I told you all he was crazy,” Ironhide snickered as he snagged the hastily constructed pickax for the ice and disappeared into the hole again.
Bumblebee mentally agreed with the old gunner as he looked back at Ravage who was glaring murderously at Sideswipe. “I am not a canine!” he spat out furiously.
“Aw come on Ravage,” a chuckle came from above and ‘Bee watched as Laserbeak and Buzzsaw landed on some of the ice blocks. “Be a sport,” Laserbeak continued gleefully.
“Come down here and tell me that bird brain,” Ravage hissed at him and the two birds chuckled and remained well out of the cat’s reach. They almost reminded Bumblebee of those evil vultures from the one animated movies he, Sam and ‘Cade had gotten. Bumblebee scowled as the Mustang Decepticon entered his thoughts as he cast a quick glare at the other side of the large hole.
The glare was quickly lost however and Bumblebee felt his jaw drop as he realized that the ‘Con was no longer on the other side of the hole with Wheeljack. In fact, the Engineer was headed their way with Optimus close behind him. “We got most of the stable cubes up,” Wheeljack was telling the Autobot leader as he gestured towards the multiple Energon piles. “Anything else under the ice is still raw crystals… … …” Wheeljack paused as he and Optimus froze as they took in the scene before them in surprise. Ravage was still hissing and making halfhearted swipes at the two chuckling birds as Prowl was confiscating what looked like a metal sheet from Sideswipe while Ironhide continued to work in the hole whistling a rather strange melody nonchalantly. “Do I even want to know?” he asked Bumblebee hesitantly.
“Where’s Barricade?” Bumblebee responded with instead.
Wheeljack startled at the sudden enraged tone in the younger mech and Optimus quickly looked away from the others and glanced at the youngest of his team. “Said something about thawing out his joints or something,” Optimus said slowly. “He was headed back into the ARC-” Wheeljack jumped back before he was run over by the yellow blur that tore past him. Optimus’ optics flickered once in surprise before he looked over at Ironhide who was picking through the different makeshift tools, the only mech who could possibly give him a straight answer. “Did I miss something?”
Ironhide glanced at the other mech before he looked over at where clearly one of the birds had gotten too close to Ravage as the cat was now sitting on the other animal mimic gleefully while Prowl was giving the lone Lambo on the ice a firm dressing down and Bumblebee was striding firmly towards the ARC. “Nope,” Ironhide announced cheerfully before he dropped back into the hole.
Barricade huffed irritably as he tried his best to get his barring in the maze that was the ARC’s corridors. He’d so far found three closets, two recreation rooms, a workshop with two of the stools missing and a slew of personal quarters adjoined with offices. ‘The whole ship was like a portable colony,’ he mused as he looked over the wonderful “you are here” map on a random terminal at the end of the corridor. ‘It’s got everything.’
It was true too as he looked over the different levels on the map. There even seemed to be a rather large mess hall that contained something that really had Barricade chuckling to himself. Apparently, according to the logs, it still had a decent amount of what had to be now extremely well aged Energon still sitting in the emergency reserves. Not that he was going to mention it to the Autobots anytime soon but it might be nice for the return trip and hopefully it would keep Soundwave’s team in line if he had something to bribe them with.
‘Forget the others, hopefully it’ll keep Megatron in line,’ he chuckled to himself as he wondered where he could find a few barrels and how in the world he would sneak it over to Soundwave without the Autobots knowing about it. ‘So I have to go up two levels and head down the left after two rights and another left…’ Barricade frowned at the floor plan. “I’ll just look up a different terminal when I get there!” he huffed as he headed for the elevator.
A short jaunt upwards and a few wrong turns later Barricade finally thought he had finally found the right path when the absolute last voice he wanted to hear suddenly rang throughout the hallway, practically bellowing his name. With a cringe, Barricade wondered if the other Autobots would kill him if he shoved the bug into a closet and left him there for the excavation team to find when the yellow scout hollered his name again. Scowling, Barricade quickened his steps, hoping against hope that the ‘Bot would take the hint and just drop it but it seemed as if this wasn’t going to be as he could hear Bumblebee’s steps quicken to meet up with him.
With a sigh, Barricade turned and just glared at the yellow scout but amazingly his dark look of death seemed as if it wasn’t going to deter the younger mech as Bumblebee stomped towards him. “We need to talk!” Bumblebee told him flat out.
Barricade continued to stare at him for a long moment, weighing his options. Clearly this was not going to be a conversation he could ignore forever. With a tired sigh, he jerked a thumb over his shoulder towards the double doors he had been heading for to begin with. “In here,” he growled before he turned and headed through the doors.
Bumblebee seemed startled at the lack of fight from the ‘Con for a moment before he quickly followed the black and white into the room. He quickly shuttered his optics as he found himself engulfed in light, nearly overwhelming him before he got the right stetting. Surprised, Bumblebee took in his surroundings and just stared in complete awe. It seemed as if most of the ice had thawed away from this level of the ship and he found himself looking at the outside world through evenly spaced windows. “What is this?” Bumblebee frowned as he looked around the room at the wide-open space.
An object was suddenly shoved in his line of vision and he grabbed the glass before it fell without thought. “Mess hall,” Barricade replied as he went towards a wall panel and pressed a button, lowering a table and bench set. “You’re the one who wanted to talk,” Barricade said with a frown as he sipped from his own glass and took a seat. “So talk.”
Bumblebee looked up from just staring at his glowing pink glass in stunned disbelief. “This ship has Energon?” was all he managed to get out.
Barricade resisted the urge to chuck the glass at the Autobot out of sheer annoyance. “Yup,” Barricade chuckled as he took another sip instead. “The ship still has some in the emergency reserve. Not enough for a large number of mechs mind you, maybe for a good twenty or so.”
“Twenty or-” Bumblebee gawked at the lounging Decepticon.
Barricade glared at him over his rim. “Didn’t you have something to discuss with me? Or more specifically shout at me?”
Realization seemed to dawn in Bumblebee’s optics and he slammed the glass down on the table causing Barricade to frown at the sloshing pink liquid. “How could you do this to Sam?”
Barricade was never so close to throttling the young Autobot as he was in that exact moment but he managed to keep his cool, at least for the time being. “And exactly what am I doing to him?” he ground out angrily.
Bumblebee glared down at the seated mech, trying his best to seem intimidating. “What are you going to do about Sam?” he repeated in a low, dark tone.
“What about Sam?” Barricade drawled refusing to acknowledge the conversation that Bumblebee wanted to have.
Bumblebee just continued to glare down at the ‘Con. “Do not treat me like some impudent sparkling,” he spat out. “What do you intend to do about your Link to Sam?”
Barricade tilted his head, annoyed at how Bumblebee had pronounced each word of his question slowly as if Barricade were the sparkling. “I told you,” he stated setting his own glass down before he looked at Bumblebee straight in the optic. “Nothing.”
“Bullshit,” Bumblebee instantly snapped.
Letting out a deep, tired sigh Barricade gestured towards the bench opposite getting rather fed up at having to look upwards at the bug. “Like I said,” he shrugged, “nothing. Sam isn’t affected by it so there’s nothing to worry about.”
“Not affected my aft,” Bumblebee growled as he finally did take a seat across from the ‘Con. “He heard you!”
“Because I happened to be close to him and was more than likely broadcasting,” Barricade shrugged off. “Like I continually am saying, it doesn’t matter.”
“WHAT?” Bumblebee leapt to his feet again and Barricade quickly reached out to steady the Autobot’s still untouched glass. “How can you say it doesn’t matter? It’s Sam! You’re Linked to Sam!” Bumblebee suddenly began to sway a bit, seeming to become overwhelmed by the mere thought. “Primus,” he muttered as he plopped back down into his seat and picked up his glass with unsteady hands, draining the liquid in two quick gulps.
Barricade stared at the mech. “Err… you might want to take it easy there with this stuff. It’s aged-”
“How can you just ignore him?” Bumblebee suddenly burst out, interrupting Barricade mid-warning.
“I’m not ignoring him,” the ‘Con retorted with a frown as he drained the last of his own Energon. He was surprised and amused when a spout appeared on the wall beside him, previously having been hidden behind a panel. Refilling the Autobot’s glass he turned towards the mech with all seriousness. “Sam is human and therefore is unaffected by our ‘Link’,” he explained as he pressed the glass back into ‘Bee’s hand before refilling his own. “Therefore it is not an issue.”
Bumblebee scoffed as he took another sip of Energon, this time at a slower pace. “‘Not an issue’, right.”
The ‘Con sighed, knowing that there was no way to get out of this conversation now that it had begun. “Look, I know my place in all this,” he began quickly holding up a hand when it looked as if Bumblebee was going to say something more. “I knew the second I saw Sam and realized what the pulse in my spark was. Sam however, never acted as if he felt anything remotely like our Link when we first met.”
“The fact that you were trying to kill him at the time being no issue at all,” Bumblebee drawled.
Barricade shot him a look and after a moment, it seemed as if ‘Bee was willing to remain quiet so he continued. “My spark Linked to a human who has no Spark himself and is clearly not susceptible to the problems a Link entails-”
“He seemed pretty susceptible to me when we were digging your sorry aft out of the snow,” Bumblebee drawled.
“Do you want me to explain or no?” Barricade snapped furiously. Bumblebee just glared at him. “Look,” Barricade sighed. “Even if I wanted this Link, it’s clear that Sam doesn’t so why should I even press the issue?”
Bumblebee frowned at this and he stared at the mech across from him. “Come again?”
The ‘Con sighed, getting rather fed up with having to repeat himself numerous times. “Okay, I’ll try and make this simple,” he huffed as he set his glass aside. Bumblebee glared at him but instead of making an issue of it, he took another drink of the Energon, clearly using the action to keep himself from saying anything more. Barricade gave a sharp nod. “First point,” he began. “Sam is human. Right there I know that a Link is impossible.”
“But you said so yourself that you have a Link,” Bumblebee protested, his voice sounding starting to sound slightly slurred.
Barricade twitched and tried his best to slid the ‘Bots now empty glass out of his reach. “Indeed,” he said with a frown. “However as I said, as Sam is human. It is more than likely that my spark is simply searching for something that is just not there.”
“Then how did Sam hear you?” ‘Bee asked with a frown looking at the now empty space before him baffled as to where his glass had disappeared too.
The ‘Con had been wondering that himself on how Sam had been able to hear him but he had already come up with a theory and convinced himself that he was more than likely right. “As I said before, it is more than likely that it was all the doing of my own Spark,” he stated with a heavy sigh. “It’s possible that my spark latched onto some residual All Spark energy that Sam possess or… something.”
“All Spark energy?” Bumblebee mused as he thought about it while he searched for his glass in his immediate line of vision. “You’re reaching ‘Cade.”
Barricade stared at the Autobot. ‘Defiantly plastered,’ he thought, as this was the first time since the Seekers attack that ‘Bee had called him “‘Cade”. “Nevertheless, I believe that my Spark is just trying to create something that isn’t there.”
“How do you know it isn’t there though?” Bumblebee pressed as he raised his gaze in order to stare at the Decepticon. “You can’t know for sure. None of us can.”
Barricade scowled at him. “I know,” was all he said.
‘Bee gave a disbelieving snort at this as he finally retrieved his glass which Barricade could only assume Teletraan had oh so kindly refilled again. “You are so in denial you’re practically on another continent,” he huffed as he drained his glass for a third time.
With a shake of his head, Barricade continued to nurse his still second helping as he pressed on. “Think about it. Our culture is so different from the humans that to think that this is even possible is absurd. We know for a fact when we’ve found ‘the right one’ due to the Link. Humans however are not bound by such a thing.”
“But…” Bumblebee sounded thoughtful as he stared down at the glowing pink liquid. “Think a minute. Sam can speak to Primus. He controlled the All Spark. Don’t you think that maybe it is possible? That maybe he somehow is able to sustain a Link?”
“Without a spark?” Barricade scoffed. “Impossible. There is no possible way for him to be Linked to me.”
“But what about-?”
“Oh I’m Linked,” Barricade nodded before the Autobot could finish. “It’s without a doubt that my Spark has chosen.”
“But Barricade,” Bumblebee sounded astonished at the ‘Con’s dismissive attitude. “A Link is permanent. Not to mention controlled by our very core selves.”
“Irrelevant,” Barricade shrugged. “Sam as a human has no such limitations.”
“‘Limitations’?” ‘Bee yelped surprised. “What limitations?”
Barricade scowled at him. “Our Links are just that; links between our sparks. When a Link is fully formed and morphs into an Alignment then every fiber of ourselves is shared with our partner. Humans have no such thing and I doubt that their fragile bodies could sustain such a bond.”
Bumblebee just stared at Barricade in shocked disbelief. “So you’re just going to ignore it?” he asked flabbergasted.
The ‘Con nodded. “As I said how many minutes ago?”
“You can’t just ignore a Link! What are you? Crazy?” Bumblebee burst out as he pounded his fist on the table. “Do you know what that would mean?”
Barricade frowned as he righted his thankfully empty glass. “No, please tell me,” he drawled sarcastically.
“You’re denying your Link!” Bumblebee shouted at him, “and it could kill you!”
“Oh I wouldn’t go that far,” Barricade drawled. “Go crazy maybe but I doubt that I’ll die as a result.”
Bumblebee could only stare at Barricade in complete shock. “Do you even hear yourself?” he asked furiously. “Do you have any idea what could happen to you? I mean, just look at Prowl when he learned Jazz was dead! He clearly went around the bend!”
“True, but they had already been Aligned,” Barricade retorted with a shrug.
“Yeah, and never completing a Link can sometimes be just as bad!” Bumblebee shouted.
Barricade looked at the young Autobot amused. “How do you know so much about it anyway?” he asked curiously.
The question seemed to surprise the yellow mech and Bumblebee quickly drained his glass again. “Ratchet,” was all he said, his head ducked in embarrassment.
“Ah,” Barricade chuckled as he played with his empty glass. “I suppose you did have to fill that time before reaching Earth with something.”
“You can’t just ignore a Link!” Bumblebee shouted again, trying to get back to the topic at hand. “The need to complete it will be too overwhelming! It could fry your circuits!”
“It is my choice and I won’t force Sam into feeling he has to be with me or else I’ll go insane,” Barricade stated firmly.
“You will go insane!” Bumblebee yelped. “And what do you think ignoring this Link could do to Sam? You said it yourself that they’re more fragile than we are! Did you ever think of that?”
“It won’t do anything to him,” Barricade sighed. “Like I said, it’s my problem. Sam is perfectly fine.”
“But you don’t know that!” Bumblebee pressed.
“How many different ways do I have to spell it out to you before you get it?” Barricade huffed. “Sam is HUMAN! No spark means no Link which means no problem.” He held his glass under the spout again and quickly took a few large gulps to calm himself. “A human can’t possibly hold a Link-”
“That we know of,” Bumblebee cut in with. “If you have a Link on your end, I wouldn’t be surprise if Sam, out of all the humans on the planet, was the only one who could sustain one with a member of our race.”
“Like I told you-” Barricade began only to have Bumblebee cut him off once again.
“Primus may not just have control over us you know,” Bumblebee stated firmly. “He is a God.”
Barricade resisted the urge to chuck his glass at the meddling mech. “Impossible!” he growled. “There is no possible way that Sam could hold a Link!”
“That we know of,” Bumblebee said firmly as he went to refill his own glass. “But what if it is true? What will you do then?”
“It’s not true,” Barricade insisted and Bumblebee wondered who it was that he was trying to convince ‘Bee or himself.
“But you don’t know that,” he repeated in a softer, more sympathetic tone.
“Damn it, why am I even fighting with you about it?” Barricade suddenly burst out. “It doesn’t even matter if he could sustain a Link, I won’t have it!”
“What?” Bumblebee shrieked leaping to his feet. “How dare you! This is Sam! You would put Sam though something like a Link Withdrawal?”
“No!” Barricade bellowed back, leaping to his own feet as well. “That’s why it’s a good thing he’s human and doesn’t have the capability to have a Link!”
“Damn it to the pit Barricade, won’t you at least consider the possibility that he could have a Link with you? That maybe despite not having a Spark of his own he could still suffer the same consequences if you continue to deny him and the bond you two share? Slag it all, it’s not just about you Barricade, Sam should have a choice in all this as well.”
“And he has damn it!” Barricade shouted back angrily. “And it wasn’t me!”
Bumblebee’s whole body froze and just stared at Barricade completely puzzled. “What?” he finally managed to make himself say. “What the slag are you talking about now?”
Barricade just glared at him. “Even if I wanted this Link, and I’m not saying I do, then it wouldn’t matter because Sam’s already chosen.”
“Chosen?” ‘Bee sounded stunned. “Chosen what?”
Barricade finally did allow temptation to rule him and hurled his nearly full glass at the surprised Autobot. “You, you idiot!” he roared snagging Bumblebee’s own glass and threw that one as well.
Bumblebee’s optics were so bright with surprise that they practically rivaled the glare from the sun outside as he dodged the flying dishware. “WHAT?”
The ‘Con just gave the yellow mech a long look. “Oh like you didn’t know,” he snarled. “That’s my second point. Even if I wanted Sam it wouldn’t matter because he already likes you.”
Bumblebee continued to stare at Barricade for a long moment before he burst out disbelievingly, “are you stupid?”
Barricade didn’t even complete the motion of sitting back down as he stood upright once again and glared at the ‘Bot. “What did you call me?” he asked in a dangerous tone.
“Stupid,” Bumblebee repeated loudly as he threw his arms upward in frustration. “That’s usually what you call someone when they’re being an idiot!”
“And how am I being an idiot?” Barricade snapped at him.
“Because you’re taking things way out of context!” ‘Bee snapped back. “Sam and I are friends, just friends! Sam has never treated me any differently than… than he would Miles or Mikaela! What makes you think he likes me?”
“Now who’s the idiot?” Barricade jeered. “I knew when I first approached Sam at his school what sort of relationship you two have.” He tried to keep the envy out of his voice and wasn’t too sure if he succeeded. He had always had his suspicious of what type of relationship the two had ever since that first encounter under the bridge and was going to ensure that his presences didn’t foul things up for Sam and his Autobot guardian. If Sam wanted the slagging bug then by Primus Barricade would ensure that his presence did nothing to destroy that.
“WHAT RELATIONSHIP?” Bumblebee shouted angrily completely agog at Barricade’s words. “You’re totally making this up! We’re friends! And as his friend I can’t just let this situation with you and your slagging stubbornness go when it could be harmful to Sam!”
“But you want it to be more, don’t you?” Barricade pressed even though he knew it was a low blow. “You wish it was you with a Link with Sam don’t you?”
Bumblebee felt his spark fluctuate at the words and refused to allow Barricade know just how dead on he was with that statement. His jealously and own feelings were irrelevant however. The only thing that mattered was Sam and if Barricade was the one the stars had chosen for Sam Bumblebee was going to do his damnedest to ensure that Sam was happy even if it meant beating some sense into the stubborn ‘Con in front of him. “Get your head out of your aft,” Bumblebee bellowed at the other mech. “I don’t want him!”
“Well neither do I!” Barricade shouted back just as heatedly.
There was a small squeak from the entryway of the mess hall and both Barricade and Bumblebee froze as they could just barley hear the noise over their growling. Fearfully both mechs turned to stare at the doorway, both dreading and knowing who it was that was standing in the frame. They both felt their sparks hitch as they found Sam standing there, tears streaming down his face from wide, stunned and hurt filled eyes.
Sam however wasn’t the only person standing in the doorway. Both mechs startled when they spied a severely pissed off mech standing directly behind the crying boy, optics darkened with anger. The mech said nothing however as he continued to glare at the two mechs before his gaze darted over to the side of the room after a small hissing sound and his face lit up with a dark, malicious smile.
Barricade almost didn’t want to look but his gaze darted towards the thing that had delighted Sunstreaker so before he could think about it. ‘That’s not good, is it?’ he thought to himself as he spied the words “trash ejector” above a rather large chute.
The sound of a muffled explosion startled the mechs still discussing how best to transport the Energon back to the abandoned Sector Seven base. Almost all of them quickly fell into a defensive stance as they tried to ascertain where the possible threat was coming from, fearing a possible second attack by the seekers. The only ones who hadn’t activated their weapons were the last ones anyone had expected would let the sound go without reaction.
Optimus simply looked up at the large shape flying through the air curiously. “Is that Barricade?” he asked surprised as he finally was able to distinguish the shape of the object flying through the air.
“Nope,” Ironhide replied with a quick glance before he went back to holding the rather high pile of Energon steady so Soundwave could secure it.
Another muffled “whoomp” and soon another mech was flying through the air, cursing the whole way. “SLAGGING AUTOBOOOOOOOOTS!”
Ironhide and Soundwave glanced at one another before they got back to tying off the Energon cubes. “That was,” they said in tandem and Optimus burst into laughter.
-To Be Continued
Author's Note: Well this chapter certainly turned out completely different from what I envisioned! I pictured 'Bee and 'Cade screaming at one another in a hallway with Sam and Sunny just stumbling upon them, not them sitting in a lunch room drinking. But a somewhat drunk Bumblebee was definitely a bonus! Join us next time for chapter one hundred fifty one! To be titled when I finally write the slagging thing. :p
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