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By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: Hrm, not sure if this chapter came out how I thought it would... ... ... I say that a lot, don't I?
Chapter One Hundred Fifty One: Aft Heads
Sam wasn’t quite sure if he was alive or dead anymore. It was cliché to think that way but he truly did in that moment in time. It almost was as if he were completely numb to the world around him, as he stood frozen in the doorway of the ARC’s mess hall. The only sign his body could produce at that moment in time to prove that he was still indeed very much alive was the stream of tears running down his cheeks. Sam however was of the opinion that he would rather be dead as he stared unseeingly into the large empty room.
It felt as if the world had spun right out of orbit and was hurtling through space with no rhyme or reason and Sam was simply holding on for the ride. The four words “I don’t want him” rang throughout his head as if some sort of broken record, each time louder and more cutting that before that it nearly drowned out anything else that had happened. He had only vaguely been aware when the third mech in the room “disposed” of the other two and just only barely realized it was now just he and the mech that had walked in on what had to be the most cutting conversation Sam had ever been privy too.
From the moment he had first followed the two into the room he knew that he shouldn’t be eavesdropping on them but in truth, Sam also knew he couldn’t walk away. If they weren’t going to talk to him directly, then this was probably going to be the only way for him to find out the truth on what the other two really felt. Sam wished now that he had listened to the nagging voice in his gut that warned him no good could come from listening in as he was as he heard the yellow mech wandering over and very gently picking his stunned self up off the floor before bringing him close to his chest, almost as if giving him permission to cry into his hard shoulder.
Sam didn’t even give his champion a “thank you” as they left the mess hall behind them and headed towards the elevator. He didn’t think he was ever so grateful for the medic’s temperament as he had been in that moment and would have found the fact that two mechs had been jettisoned out via the garbage chute hysterical had he not been so out of it. He was sure though that the medic would understand however, though why Ratchet wasn’t asking him a thousand and one questions was anyone’s guess.
Sam was actually grateful for the silent journey back towards the medical bay as his mind was whirling chaotically with all he had overheard since first coming across the two in the hallway. The teen was now more confused than he had ever been before and that even included the time that he had first realized that his brand new car was a giant alien robot! He had to think rationally and he knew he couldn’t do it with Bumblebee and Barricade hovering and ignoring him respectively. He was very grateful that he didn’t have to face them at that moment.
The first thing Sam decided on doing, once he was able to process a coherent thought that was, was speak to Will. The wealth of information he had learned while listening in on ‘Bee and ‘Cade had answered some of his questions but at the same time had raised many, many more and at the moment the only other person in the entire Arctic Circle who could even remotely understand the unique situation Sam was in was the Army Ranger Captain. Sam just hoped he would be able to stop crying beforehand.
Wiping his sleeve across his eyes, Sam tried his best to make himself more presentable if not less pathetic looking before they finally entered the ARC’s main medical facility where Sam found himself looking up at Jazz… and Ratchet! Stunned, Sam shifted a bit to look up at the golden mech that was currently carrying him at a complete loss as to who it could possibly be. He stared wide-eyed up at Sunstreaker’s angered visage as the Lamborghini glared at his fellow Autobots. Ratchet and Jazz leapt off the stools they had been previously sitting upon, surprised at their appearance in the doorway.
“They are not getting him back,” Sunstreaker growled, still holding Sam close to his chest plating as if the two were suddenly going to lunge at the yellow Lamborghini and force the mech to return the boy to his appointed guardian.
The older Autobots just stared at the picture presented before them in complete and utter surprise; looking first to Sam, then to Sunny before finally at one another. It was Ratchet who began approaching the still snarling Lambo and distraught boy. “Do I even want to know?” he asked softly reaching out to take Sam.
Sunny quickly shifted back and easily sidestepped the outstretched hands before he walked further into the room and away from the puzzled medic. “I don’t care what any of you say or what happened during that last battle,” Sunny snapped as he quickly took Jazz’s vacated seat and set Sam down in his lap, his hands still encircling the boy protectively. “They’re both a couple of aft heads!”
Jazz glanced over at Ratchet surprised before he turned back to Sunny who was now amazingly stroking Sam’s head with the tip of one finger as if trying to sooth a frazzled cat. Ratchet twitched as he watched the interaction, not quite sure which of the two was the most distress, Sam or Sunny. It almost seemed as if Sunny were trying to calm himself down more than he was soothing the upset Sam. Sam’s hair on the other hand, was alternating between imitating an afro and what was commonly known as a bowl cut as Sunny ruffled and smoothed it down and Jazz forced himself to choke down a laugh as this was clearly a serious situation.
Epps, Will and Miles had quickly made their way over after hearing Sunny’s initial outburst and after seeing something was going on with the mechs the rest of the card players soon wandered over as well, curious as to what was happening. Ron startled as he spotted his son in the Lambo’s lap looking for the entire world like someone had just told him that Mojo was dead. “What the slag happened?” Ron yelped as he quickly made his way to the edge of the examination table he and the others were on in order to get a better look at the boy.
Ratchet glanced at the elder Witwicky with a small smirk despite himself. “You’ve been hanging around us too long Ron,” he murmured before turning his attention back to the matter at hand.
“I don’t care about that, what’s the matter with Sam?” Ron snapped as he tried to see if the boy sustained any injuries from… something.
“Sam? Are you okay?” Miles called out as he tried his best to get near his friend to comfort him. He knew that Sam was upset but wasn’t quite sure as to the cause. The last time he had seen Sam this distraught had been when his brand new bike had been stolen by Trent and the other jocks and thrown into Deep Fish Lake. ‘No,” Miles thought after a moment of examining Sam. ‘This is worse than that. What happened?’
Sam quickly sniffed and whipped his face again with a free hand. “It’s okay guys, ‘m fine,” he insisted at the same time Sunny spoke.
“No, he’s not!” Everyone turned to Sunstreaker surprised as the Lambo gave a sharp nod to reinforce his statement. “And he’s not heading back home with those… those… those… those…”
“Aft heads?” Jazz supplied almost dazedly, astonished by Sunny’s sudden fiery attitude.
“EXACTLY!” Sunny burst out angrily before he sat back and began seething once more. Sam himself was turned away slightly refusing to look at anyone as he was still trying his best to get his emotions back under control.
Eddie glanced over at the other humans with a raised eyebrow. “‘Aft heads’?” he asked curiously.
“Roughly the Cybertronion equivalent of ‘butt heads’,” Miles told him with a small shrug.
“Ah,” Eddie chuckled before he turned back to the Autobot’s conversation as Jazz spoke next.
“What exactly happened?” the small silver mech frowned as he looked the two over.
“How those two managed to survive the war is beyond me!” Sunny burst out suddenly, more than willing to be the one to speak up as his temper boiled to the surface. “They’re stupider than Starscream, I swear to Primus!”
“Okay…” Jazz drawled as he glanced back at Ratchet who looked just as confused. “And we are speaking about-?”
“Barricade and Bumblebee!” Sunny snapped as if it should have been the most obvious thing in the world.
Ratchet and Jazz shared longsuffering looks. They were beginning to see the picture but most of the pieces were still missing. “Sunny, you’re not making much sense,” Jazz began when Sunny suddenly burst out.
“They just went and proved that they’re not worthy of protecting Sam!” Sunstreaker continued on with his furious rant. “And if those idiots think I’m letting them anywhere near Sam for the next Mirucycle then they’re stupider than I thought!”
Ratchet continued to stare at the yellow mech puzzled by Sunny’s rather unhelpful answers. “And just what did the ‘idiots’ do exactly?”
“Nothing,” Sam called up before Sunny could get a word in edgewise, finally scrubbing the last of the tears away and turning to face his audience full on. “It’s probably just a large mix-up.” Sunny squawked outraged but Sam spoke louder before the mech could contradict him. “I’m sure that everything can be explained quite reasonably. Sunny and I probably just misunderstood.”
“They didn’t misunderstand me shooting them out the garbage chute,” Sunstreaker stated proudly.
“You what?” Ratchet yelped horrified.
“They deserved it!” Sunny protested heatedly.
“I’d have to agree there,” Sam muttered under his breath trying his best not to squirm under Jazz’s searching gaze. He had a feeling that the small saboteur had a pretty good idea what exactly had been “miscomunicated”.
“What’d they do though?” Epps asked as he tried to get a handle on the situation.
“Let’s just say that they’re both morons who don’t know when to keep their traps shut,” Sunny huffed as he leaned back against the desk, ensuring that Sam was still well secured on his lap.
“Let me guess,” Jazz sighed as he plopped back onto Ratchet’s still empty stool and turned to look at Sam understandingly. “They were discussing you’re unique situation, weren’t they?”
“And being complete jerks about it!” Sunny huffed angrily. “If neither of them want him then I’ll just take over as Sam’s guardian. Slag, they don’t deserve him! The very thought is just infuriating!”
Ratchet and Jazz just stared at Sunny completely flabbergasted as they processed Sunny’s sudden rapid rant. “What?” Ratchet was finally able to get out horrified. “What do you mean ‘if they don’t want him’?”
“Simple, they said they didn’t want him so therefore I’ll watch over him until Starscream is dealt with,” Sunny declared with a sharp nod. “I’m sure that it should be no problem with Optimus.”
“Sunny,” Sam sighed, deciding it was time he spoke for himself instead of before things got out of hand. “I appreciate the offer but really, you don’t have too. I’m fine now. You’re busy with your own situation-”
“Doesn’t matter,” Sunny stated firmly, interrupting the young boy. “They’re still not allowed to come near you even if they’re groveling for your forgiveness.”
The two members of Optimus’ first team glanced at one another completely taken aback at the Lambo’s decisiveness on the subject. “I think the pregnancy is getting to him,” Jazz muttered under his breath to his companion. “He’s getting territorial.” Ratchet simply nodded as he wondered if he should do another scan on the Lambo before they left the ARC.
Sam meanwhile just stared up at the mech in surprise as he tried to puzzle out the Lamborghini’s reasoning. “But you don’t have to-”
“Yes I do,” Sunstreaker announced firmly interrupting Sam once again. “You saved my life. The least I can do is protect you from a couple of… of…”
“Aft heads,” everyone else in the room finished lamely as Sunny’s anger overtook him again and robbed him the ability to articulate a proper insult at the two mechs in question.
“Exactly!” Sunny nodded vigorously before he went back to quietly seething, his grip firm around Sam’s middle.
Sam shifted the best he could in the hold before he looked over at the other two Autobots helplessly. The other two could only shrug back at him just as helpless as he was. They too were at a loss over what to do about the now rather possessive mech and how best to get Sam away from his new very overprotective guardian without harming either Sam or the expecting Lambo.
“Well, at least he’s consistent,” Steve chuckled as he reshuffled the card deck in his hand absently while he watched the goings on.
“Oh? How so?” Eddie asked mildly curious, as he was the only one who wasn’t completely absorbed by Sam’s latest situation.
Steve simply shrugged. “He stayed in the same color region at least,” he told the old Sector Seven agent with a grin. “They’re both yellow.”
Will and Epps looked over at Steve disbelievingly as Miles tried his best to hide his flaming face behind his hands. Ron himself was the one to break the tension and his statement surprised almost everyone in the room. “It’s Sam’s problem and his decision,” he said with a small, sympathetic look at his son. Sam gave his father a wan smile. He was glad that Ron respected him enough to let him make his own decisions. Especially when it involved the Cybertronions.
“And you can bet your ‘green money’ that I’m going to make sure it’s Sam’s decision,” Sunny growled threateningly.
Sam couldn’t help but give Sunny his own warm smile. “Thanks Sunstreaker. It means a lot to me knowing that you have my back,” he said patting the mech’s hand gratefully. “And the term is ‘bottom dollar’ by the way.”
“We all have your back Sam,” Jazz said with a wide grin. “Don’t forget, you saved my life too. If you need time from ‘Bee and the Runner boy, Prowl and I are wonderful at running interference.”
“Don’t you mean ‘causing insanity’?” Ratchet corrected with a smirk. “And will Prowl be willing to go along with this? I would think he would be more apt to not get involved.”
“He will if he wants back into the hanger when we get home,” Jazz announced with a firm nod.
Ratchet shook his head as Ron and Steve shared a rather knowing and long suffering look. “Should I be worried?” Sam asked with a small laugh.
“Nah. We’ve got it covered,” Jazz chuckled.
“Well, now that that’s all taken care of, my question now is when are we headed back to the other base? I’m starving and all our supplies are over there.” Everyone could only turn and just stare at Knight aghast. Knight’s enthusiasm deflated a bit as he realized he was now the center of what was perhaps not so nice attention. “What? I’m hungry.”
Ratchet shook his head as he held out his hands, allowing Steve and Ron to hitch a ride. “That actually is a good idea considering the others should be pretty close to finishing up with the Energon by now.”
It was in that moment that Ratchet’s personal comm. flared to life and Optimus’ voice was broadcasted throughout the medical facility. “-Hey Ratchet? Could you possibly come outside for a moment? We seem to be having a bit of a problem with ‘Bee and ‘Cade.-”
Ratchet didn’t bother answering the big rig and Optimus clicked off without waiting for one as the medic turned back to Sunstreaker curiously. “Just how powerful was that garbage chute anyway?”
Sunstreaker just smirked as he held out his free hand for Miles to step down into. “Let’s just say that they may have set a new universal record for longest flight while in mech mode.” Jazz couldn’t help it as he burst into laughter.
“I’ll give him a four,” a voice made its way into Barricade’s audio receptors as he tried his best to figure out which direction was up.
“Four?” a second voice yelped appalled. “His snow plume was larger!”
“But he didn’t fly as far,” the first voice protested firmly.
“Of course he didn’t fly as far as the Autobot! We’re still wearing our battle armor so he was weighed down!”
“Hence the reason he made a bigger dent in the snow!”
“Are you all right Commander Barricade?” Soundwave’s calm and collected voice rose over the two bickering birds easily.
“I think,” Barricade muttered as he tried to right himself in the circle of snow he found himself currently in. “What happened?”
“We were kind of hoping you could tell us,” Wheeljack muttered as Soundwave reached down to help haul Barricade out of the hole.
“Now the Autobot, maybe barely got a seven,” Buzzsaw was stating beside the Decepticon communications officer perched on a lone cube of Energon that had yet to be secured.
“Seven?” Laserbeak yelped from where he was on a block of ice. “If Barricade only got a four then the bug should be a five tops! How in the pit did you get seven?”
“He was the most acrobatic when flying through the air,” Buzzsaw chuckled.
“And Barricade the most vocal!”
Ignoring the still arguing condors Barricade tried his best to gather his bearings and spotted Optimus and Ironhide standing by yet another crater that, as the birds had earlier stated, wasn’t as deep as his own. He could just see Bumblebee sitting up looking just as perplexed as Barricade himself currently felt. He turned to ask Soundwave if he had any sort of clue why he and the bug had been flying though the air, if the condors were to be believed, when it all hit him with the force of an asteroid.
Groaning, Barricade flopped back down into the crater that Soundwave had just helped pull him out of, ignoring the small poufs of snow that was dislodged by his abrupt seating. “Slag it.”
Soundwave cocked his head as he stared at the slumped figure of his friend. “I take it that it is not good news?” Soundwave stated flatly. Barricade said nothing but glared up at his friend as he easily detected the amusement in the other ‘Con’s voice while Wheeljack looked at the two utterly bemused.
Before Barricade could confirm or deny Soundwave’s observation however Optimus had already made his way over to their position; Ironhide, Bumblebee and now Prowl right behind him. “Barricade, could you perhaps shed some light onto your rather abrupt arrival? Bumblebee at the moment seems to be in a bit of shock.”
Barricade looked up at the Autobot leader for a moment before he glanced over at ‘Bee. The youngest Autobot wasn’t even looking at him, or anyone for that matter. Bumblebee was instead staring straight ahead at the wide white world behind the ‘Con, lost in his own thoughts.
Barricade growled softly to himself as he realized that the mech was falling into a spiraling bout of guilt and depression. ‘And being absolutely no help,’ Barricade thought irritably. ‘Terrific.’
“Aren’t you going to say anything?”
Barricade glared up at frowning Autobot gunner before he shrugged nonchalantly. “We were exploring the ARC and we got a bit too close to the action,” he announced as if such occurrences were completely normal.
“I beg your pardon?” Wheeljack asked incredulously. Luckily the four Autobots, minus ‘Bee, were too busy staring down at Barricade waiting for an answer that they missed the disbelieving and suspicious looks the three other ‘Cons were shooting at one another.
Barricade frowned more annoyed than anything else. “We were messing about where we shouldn’t have been,” he stated slowly as if the Autobots were incredibly hard of hearing and possessed slow processors.
“Is that really what happened?” Prowl asked sternly, looking from Barricade to Bumblebee and back again.
Barricade glared at the white patrol car. “No, we decided to try and fly back to California without wings! Of course that’s what happened!”
“Truly?”
Barricade glared over at the approaching feline as well as the other mechs all standing behind him more curious as to the goings on with him and Bumblebee than securing the rest of the Energon. “Yes,” he hissed at the cat.
Ravage’s smirk turned into a full on grin as he clearly did not believe the Race Track Patrol commander. The Autobots meanwhile were just glancing at one another completely puzzled. The confusion only intensified as they spotted their three companions headed their way with the other humans.
Perceptor looked over at Sideswipe questioningly. “Is there a reason why Sunny looks like he wants to murder someone?” he asked the red Lambo.
“Doesn’t he always look like that though?” Ravage asked lazily as he watched the other Autobots approaching.
Sideswipe glared at the cat momentarily as he quickly made his way over to his partner, accepting Miles while Ironhide quickly reached out to take Will from Jazz and Epps from Ratchet so their hands wouldn’t lock while carrying three people. There was a moment of shifting but to the others amazement, Sunny had yet to hand Sam over to Bumblebee, instead taking a firm step backwards and glaring at the younger scout.
The real surprise however was that Bumblebee had yet to step forward to offer to carry Sam. In fact, he was slinking backwards and standing a bit behind the larger form of Ironhide. Barricade resisted the urge to groan aloud. The Autobit was about a subtle as a landmine. The other Autobots were already looking at one another suspiciously. They probably already had an inkling that something had happened with regards to Sam. Where Sunny played into it however still had them at a complete loss.
“So… find any furniture we can take back to the base?”
Sam looked up surprised at Sideswipes rather innocent question. All in all, it was probably the safest rout for Sides to take considering that he knew that his mate was severely ticked off but at the same time didn’t know the cause of it. Considering how angered Sunstreaker was however, it seemed that nothing was about to deter him from the origin of his fury.
Sunstreaker whirled around to face Optimus, his free hand pointing in ‘Bee and ‘Cade’s general direction. “If those aft heads come anywhere near Sam I swear to Primus I will rip out their central wiring myself with my bare hands!”
Stunned silence met the Lambo’s words for more than a full minute. “Okay, I’m going over here now,” Ravage drawled as he moved around Perceptor and Wheeljack and back beside Soundwave and the condors well away from the seething Autobot.
Ironhide glanced down at the two Rangers in his palms. “Do I want to know?” he drawled apprehensively.
“That’s what I said,” Ratchet chuckled as he stepped next to his friend and teammate.
Ironhide looked over at Ratchet and was stunned to see the other mech staring at the slouching Bumblebee and defiant Barricade disapprovingly. Ironhide glanced back at Optimus. “This isn’t going to go well, is it?” he whispered loudly to the Autobot leader.
“With our luck? Probably not,” Optimus sighed heavily before he raised his voice to address the group before him. “All right, some one better give us some answers now! Before Prowl’s logic circuit shorts out. Not to mention my own.”
Prowl whirled around to stare at his commander stunned but Jazz just gave his mate a small nudge with his elbow. “I’ve told you to get that checked out a billion and one times,” Jazz chuckled.
“And every time I try and get him in the med bay he suddenly has a number one priority to deal with clear across the planet,” Ratchet snarled. Optimus suddenly looked really, really guilty and Ironhide was trying his best not to laugh.
“Can we get back to the matter at hand,” Sunny huffed angrily, startling the other mechs.
“So is anyone going to tell us what the ‘aft heads’ did?” Perceptor asked with a small frown of his own, the curiosity nearly overwhelming him causing him to fidget in place.
“They,” Sunny drew out the word, “decided that they can not be bothered with the responsibility of taking care of Sam.”
“WHAT?” the remaining two members of the first team bellowed and now Soundwave was looking down at Barricade with an expression that was decisively disappointed and a bit dismayed. Barricade could only glare up at his fellow ‘Con at the sight of the expression as he wasn’t about to say anything in front of the others.
The Autobots, meanwhile, were just staring at Sam who groaned and dropped his head into his hands as Miles sent the other teen a sympathetic look. There was no getting out of it now. Optimus whirled around to face the cringing scout. “Is this true?” he snapped.
Bumblebee startled and shirked back at the volume of Optimus’ words and everyone watched as he suddenly tripped over his own feet and fell back flat against the snow, his normal grace and balance nearly completely gone. Sunny made a disgusted noise at the display but Sam could only look down at his friend sadly. It really wasn’t fair that the others were pushing themselves into what was essentially none of their business and taking it out on ‘Bee and ‘Cade… even if they did deserve it.
“Well?” Optimus growled angrily as he looked back and forth between the two mechs.
Bumblebee refused to look up at his commander and instead found the ground extremely interesting as he climbed back to his feet while Barricade settled for simply glaring at the flame covered mech. It was Sam who spoke up, startling the larger Autobot. “It’s all right Optimus,” Sam spoke loudly surprising the other mechs as well. “This is something we have to figure out.”
Bumblebee’s head snapped up as he just stared at Sam in surprise while Barricade’s head finally dropped down to hide his frustration, a complete reversal of how they had been acting earlier. “He’s got a point,” Ironhide chuckled as he stepped next to Optimus.
“I doubt Starscream is going to give them time to ‘settle things’,” Sunstreaker argued heatedly, glaring at the two mechs.
“He’s got a point.”
“You’re not helping,” Optimus snarled. Ironhide simply shrugged. The blue and red mech sighed as he turned back to the two mechs in the center of the circle. “Do either of you have anything to say about this?”
Bumblebee and Barricade finally shared a glance; the first time the two had looked at each other since their rather pitiful attempt at impersonating a kite. It was Barricade who stood and turned to face Optimus head on. “What can I say?” he began with a rather hapless shrug. “We were both a couple of aft heads.”
To Be Continued
Author's Note: -shrugs- Well, please join us next time for chapter One Hundred Fifty Two!
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