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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: Another Monday, another chapter! I hope this one delivers!
Chapter
One Hundred Fifty Four: Shrinks-R-Us
It
was with some relief when the old Sector Seven base came into full
view and Sam could just make out the details of some of the buildings
beginning to take shape. Even Sideswipe seemed content enough to
allow Miles and Sam to taper off with their explanation regarding the
movie Congo
as he smiled at the buildings. “Finally, a chance to rest,” the
red Lambo sighed in content.
“About
time too,” Sunstreaker huffed as he quickly moved to abandon his
sled the moment they group came within a few feet of the buildings.
“Make
sure those cubes are secure!” Perceptor called out with a frown as
he slowed long enough for Epps to jump off his own sled.
“Slag
it,” Sunny groaned and Sideswipe was quick to take the cable from
his slack hands.
“I
got it,” Sideswipe said quietly and Sunstreaker passed over the
line without complaint or even that much surprise.
Sam
just smirked as he jumped off Sideswipe’s sled and wandered towards
where some of the others were now milling around. Soundwave’s team,
who had been practically leading the entire way, were already
standing by the barracks waiting for everyone to get situated. “You
guys okay?” Sam asked curiously.
“I
swear if I have to haul that again it’ll be too soon,” Rumble
huffed as he dropped the main cable of his sled and hopped up to sit
on one of the glowing pink squares.
“It
wa-wa-wasn’t so b-b-bad,” Frenzy chuckled as he pulled his own
sled the last few inches to come directly alongside Rumbles.
“Wanna
bet?” his partner snickered as he jerked a thumb in the direction
of a rather fast black blur.
“Freedom!”
Soundwave
shook his head as he watched the cat go and Optimus chuckled as he
approached the group. “Someone’s happy,” the Autobot remarked
as he watched Ravage disappear into the human quarters.
“Indeed,”
Soundwave replied rather dryly. “Was there somewhere specific we
should place the Energon Cubes Optimus Pr-?”
“We’re
just going to set them in the one spare hanger, the one where part of
the roof’s off,” Optimus quickly cut into Soundwave’s question.
“We figure the cold hasn’t bothered the Energon this long.”
“Indeed
Optimus P-”
“Ironhide!
Would you take that thing away from Ratchet?” Optimus quickly
called out before Soundwave could complete his sentence.
“Hey,
I pulled it all the way here, I think
I can make it a few more feet!”
“Sorry
Ratchet, boss’s orders,” Ironhide chuckled as he took the cable
from the medic’s hand.
“Slag
it Optimus! I am quite
capable of-”
“Coming!”
Optimus called back quickly making his way back towards the others as
he spoke over his shoulder. “Thanks Soundwave! I’ll talk to you
later!”
The
Decepticons and Sam just watched as the Autobot leader quickly move
towards the others and intervene himself between Ratchet and Ironhide
who were more snipping at one another rather than actually arguing.
Rumble just snickered as Frenzy looked up at his team leader. “I
th-th-think he’s try-try-trying to te-te-tell you
some-some-something.”
“Indeed,”
Soundwave drawled slowly.
Sam
glanced up at the communications officer curiously before he looked
back at Optimus. “Why can’t you just call him ‘Optimus’ like
he wants?”
“We
are still on duty,” Soundwave stated flatly as if it was the most
obvious thing in the world.
“Ah,”
Sam smiled as he glanced at the different groups standing around. He
eyes came to rest on a particular mech who was one of only two
staying separate from the rest. With a heavy sigh Sam shook his head
and dropped his gaze to his lap.
One
Decepticon looked over at the quiet human before turning his gaze
towards the mech leaning against the hanger’s frame. “If it is
your wish, I could see about speaking with him.”
Sam
startled at Soundwave’s voice and looked up at the ‘Con in
surprise as he finally realized what it was the mech had told him.
Apparently he wasn’t the only one who was stunned though at the
mechs offer as Rumble, Frenzy and the birds all turned to stare at
the communication tech in shock. Soundwave ignored them, instead
keeping his gaze firmly on Sam as he waited for a reply.
Sam
quickly glanced back at Barricade who was watching Optimus and
Ironhide still arguing with the medic in denial before looking
towards the other mech that was still standing slightly to the side
of everyone else. Bumblebee was simply going where he was needed,
currently bringing Wheeljack and Perceptor’s two sleds into the
hanger tenaciously ignoring Barricade still by the door. Barricade
himself pointedly looked away from the young Autobot as he passed.
Sam
shook his head and heaved a sigh before he looked back at Soundwave.
“It’s all right. You don’t have to go out of your way.”
“It
should be no trouble at all,” Soundwave told him politely. “I
intend to speak with him anyway about his new captaincy, if you
wished for me to mention something on your behalf…”
Sam
gave the mech a wan smile. “Thanks Soundwave but really its okay.
You don’t have to feel obligated.”
“Why
shouldn’t he?” Buzzsaw drawled, surprising the boy. “You got us
out of Thirteen’s hands. We should be able to do something for
you.”
“Yeah!
And Barricade’s just being stubborn. We’ll knock some sense into
him,” Laserbeak added with a chuckle.
“You
know, for ‘Cons, you lot are amazingly loyal,” a voice drawled
behind them and Rumble and Frenzy just shrugged while Soundwave gave
a small nod to Jazz as he passed them.
It
was Prowl who was throwing them disbelieving looks as he pulled both
his own and Jazz’s sleds towards the hanger. Soundwave just gave a
slight nod in his direction as well before ignoring the white patrol
car to turn his full attention back to Sam, completely missing
Prowl’s look of utter shock. “As stated previously, it should not
be a problem at all.”
“Plus
it would help our own curiosity as well,” Laserbeak chuckled as he
watched Prowl quickly move to catch up with the smaller Autobot who
was moving to interject himself in the argument between Ratchet and
the other two.
Sam
glanced at the ‘Cons warily trying his best to figure out if they
were asking his permission to speak with Barricade or just wanted him
aware that they were going to talk to him with our without his
permission. Which was crazy considering they didn’t really need
his permission to speak with Barricade and Sam doubted that even
though they were friends, Barricade would be willing to discuss the
rather precarious situation he found himself in with Sam to anyone
else. In the end Sam just shrugged himself. “Be my guest.”
“Did
you wish for us to… arrange a meeting with him for you?”
Soundwave asked after a beat.
Sam
looked puzzled for a moment and Laserbeak let out a snort. “Meaning
do you want us to ensure that he just so happens to ‘bump’ into
you when there’s no one else around.”
Sam’s
eyes widened and he quickly shook his head, the idea of speaking to
Barricade alone before he even had a moment to get his own emotions
sorted somewhat terrifying to the teenager. “Oh, no. Um… actually
it’s still a lot to take in, you know?”
The
smaller mechs were looking doubtful but Soundwave simply nodded.
“Understandable. Perhaps after you’ve had some time to reflect
the rather interesting circumstances.”
“Yeah,
no kidding,” Sam muttered ignoring Frenzy’s darkening optics the
best he could while waving at Miles.
The
other teen quickly made his way over, a large grin on his face. “Our
dads are talking about breaking out that travel grill and cooking up
some burgers,” Miles announced excitedly. “They asked that we set
up the table.”
“Oh,
right,” Sam nodded as he was pulled out of his conversation with
the others. “Later!”
He
quickly turned to follow Miles into the hanger but unfortunately
there were some mechs who could still follow him through the smaller
doorway. “You will have to discuss this at some point no matter how
much you, Barricade and the Autobot wish to ignore it,” Megatron
spoke softly glancing at the couch momentarily where Ravage was
stretched out seemingly already in recharge.
Sam
frowned at him but dropped his head in defeat. “I know,” he
sighed as he brought up a hand to rub his forehead feeling a headache
coming on. “I just… it’s a lot to take in you know?”
“Understandable,”
Rumble spoke as he passed them on his way towards a sagging easy
chair. “Not every day you find your… what is it that humans call
it again?”
“‘Soul
mate’,” Ravage drawled from the couch.
Rumble
nodded as Megatron frowned at the lounging feline. “I thought you
were asleep,” he drawled rather disapprovingly.
“How
can I with all this noise going on?” Ravage huffed as he rolled
over and glared at the other mech. “I’m trying to sleep here.”
“You
can sleep later,” Laserbeak chuckled as he landed on the back of
the couch.
“The
cats of this planet do tend to sleep all day though,” Buzzsaw
snickered. “Perhaps Ravage is getting in touch with his animalistic
side?”
“Such
lazy creatures,” Megatron tisked and both Rumble and Sam had to
suppress a bout of laughter.
“Slag
off, the lot of you,” was the cat’s stellar response.
“Sam?”
Sam
jumped at bit at Miles curious call. “Coming!” he shouted back
before his elbow was suddenly snagged and he looked back surprised at
the dark red optics staring at him solemnly.
“After
dinner, we shall speak,” Megatron stated quickly and it was good
timing too as the door swung open to allow Eddie and Knight to tromp
in. Megatron released Sam’s arm and made his way back to Rumble’s
side allowing Frenzy the forefront once again as the two men
instantly began bickering.
“Man
its cold
out there,” Knight huffed as he quickly moved towards the small
stove that had been left to cool while everyone was out mining the
Energon and went about re-lighting the fire. “Don’t we have any
portable heaters or anything?”
Sam
rolled his eyes and gave Eddie a small wave as the older man simply
shoved Ravage’s rear end almost completely off the couch so he
could have a place to sit. “Scoot cat,” he chuckled waving back
at Sam, ignoring Ravage’s attempt to glare the man to death.
With
a small chuckle Sam quickly made his way into the impromptu kitchen
to help Miles gather the different plates, silverware and condiments
for the burgers. “Where’s the cheese?” Miles asked curiously as
he dug through the large red cooler.
“I
think it’s actually in the blue cooler,” Sam said with a quick
glance in the smaller red cooler. “Or did we eat it all back in
Canada?”
“I
think I see it,” Miles announced as he moved onto the other cooler
and finally brought up his hand to show the small packet of yellow
squares. Sam nodded as he pulled out the bottle of ketchup. The two
worked in silence for a while as they gathered the needed items when
Miles suddenly cleared his throat self-consciously. “Um…Did you
want to talk about it?”
Sam
looked up from the jar of pickles he had been fishing out to glanced
at Miles in surprise. “About what?”
Miles
seemed to just sag at that gave the other boy a rather unimpressed
look. “What do you think?” he frowned. “About ‘Bee and
‘Cade.” The “of course” was left unsaid but they both knew it
hung in the air.
Sam
quickly ducked his head and put the jar down as he grabbed the
mustard. “There’s nothing to really talk about,” he muttered
quickly.
“Sam,”
Miles said with a small frown. “Even I know that you have to be
reeling after… well, learning about your connection with
Barricade.”
Sam
opened his mouth to once again insist that he was fine and that there
was no reason to discuss it when he saw Mile’s worried eyes. His
mouth shut with a click and he let out a large sigh. “I just don’t
know what to think anymore,” he admitted quietly moving the
condiments around so one moment they were all lined according to
height before rearranging them according to size.
“Well,
you do like Barricade, don’t you? That’s a good a place as any to
start.” The mustard fell over as Sam’s whole body jerked in
surprise at Miles’ innocent question. The movement startled Miles
just as much as he jumped at Sam’s knee-jerk reaction to the
question. A bit of hesitancy began to creep into his expression. “You
do
like him, right?”
Sam’s
mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally looked away and
just stared at the mustard. “I just don’t know any more,” he
admitted as he righted the yellow bottle absently, refusing to look
at his friend. “I mean, I thought- but then there’s the whole
problem with the very nature of the Link.”
“What
do you mean?” Miles asked quietly; almost as if he were hesitant to
say anything in case he said something that would make Sam instantly
clam up. “I thought the Link was a good thing?”
“It
is… I mean I can understand why Primus would install that system
but… I mean…”
“Are
you afraid that you’re not compatible or something?” Miles asked
as if a light bulb had just gone off in his head. “Is that why
you’re unsure?”
“No,
it’s not that,” Sam sighed finally turning away from the mustard.
“I just don’t know what
to think anymore. I mean, one moment I think that I have it finally
sorted out in my own head and then all of a sudden, something else
has to happen that throws everything I think I know out the window! I
just don’t know what
to think anymore and I’m getting rather tired of it! I just don’t
think I can take all these surprises anymore!”
There
was a moment of silence. “You mean like learning you’re best
friend’s brand new car is really an alien robot in disguise?”
Miles asked with a small smile.
Sam
blinked in surprise and turned to look at Miles apologetically. “Oh
hell, Miles, I’m sorry…”
Miles
actually surprised Sam by laughing and waving him off. “No, it’s
fine. I understand you have a lot you’re going through…” he set
down the plates he had been clutching to his chest. “I’m just
saying I’m here if you need to vent.”
Sam
smiled gratefully before he leaned over and extended a hand that
Miles easily caught in his own. “Thanks man.”
“No
problem,” Miles chuckled. “I understand it takes time to get your
head on straight.” Sam grinned again in relief as Miles continued
on. “I mean if I’d just learned I was the one practically married
to one of the Cybertronions, I’d be a bit discombobulated myself.”
Sam
just froze; his had tightening on Miles automatically as his entire
body tensed. He wasn’t sure what was more surprising. The fact that
Miles knew the word “discombobulated” or the idea that he was for
all intended purposes now engaged to the rather surly Saleen Mustang
patrol car.
Miles
blinked as he looked down at the hand squeezing his before he glanced
back up at Sam. “Err… Sam? You okay?”
“Oh
Primus, I’m so doomed!” Sam lamented as he finally released
Miles’ hand to drop his head into his own.
Miles
quickly climbed over the lined condiments and moved beside his
distraught friend, instantly starting patting Sam’s shoulders
worriedly until the door swung open. “Oh dear,” Steve sighed as
he took in the sight of his son’s rather distraught best friend.
“Ron! I think you better get in here!”
“Sam…”
Ron sighed as he spotted his own child practically curled up into a
ball on the floor between the random coolers. Steve and Miles quickly
vacated the small room as Ron got down on the floor next to his son.
He slowly stroked the curve of Sam’s spine. “Do you want to talk
about it?”
Sam
let out a small snort before he sat up and looked at his father dead
on. Ron, for his part, was trying his best to look both sympathetic
and open all at once while trying to be understanding in a situation
that many people on Earth couldn’t possibly imagine. Sam just
groaned. “What am I going to do?” he practically wailed as he
threw up his hands in aggravation. “They don’t want me! But
apparently Barricade is just stuck with me whether he wants me or
not!”
“Oh
that’s not true,” Ron scoffed as he clamped a hand his son’s
shoulder. “I’d bet you the ‘Bots entire bank account that he’s
probably just as panic stricken as you are about this whole thing.”
Sam
let out a disbelieving snort. “I doubt it.”
Ron
smiled softly. “Oh I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he
chuckled. “I’m sure that everyone is just overwhelmed at the
moment. Once you’ve all had a chance to think about it, it
shouldn’t seem too bad.”
Sam
gave his father a rather skeptical frown. “Dad… I mean it’s
just all up in the air. I thought with ‘Bee but now it’s proven
that it’s Barricade but…”
Ron
thought about it for a long moment before he finally just shook his
head. “I can’t help you there, Sam. You’re going to have to
figure that out with them.”
“And
neither one of them are talking to me! Just wonderful!” Sam groaned
as he flopped back onto the floor.
His
father just chuckled. “Like I said, just give it some time.”
Sam
laid there for a long moment before he let out a rather depressed
groan. “I know. But I’m just completely lost on my feelings.”
“Well
what can I say?” Ron asked as he climbed to his feet. “Love’s a
confusing thing but it should get you there in the end.”
Sam
stared up at his father for a long, long moment before he sat up and
snagged his father’s coat before he could wander off. “Um…
thanks Dad… for, you know, not flipping out about the whole thing
with Barricade.”
Ron
chuckled as he reached down and patted Sam’s hand with his own. “It
was surprising but not unexpected,” he said gently. “I mean,
they’re people too, just taller.” Sam gave him a gratefully smile
as Ron continued on. “Just more surprised that it was Barricade.”
Sam
groaned as he flopped back onto the floor. “You’re telling me. I
think that’s was what was the most
shocking.”
He paused. “And confusing.”
“Well,
I’m sure you’ll get through it, though I understand that I’m
not the most well-versed person to have this conversation with.”
Sam
just nodded. “Thanks for trying Dad.”
“It’s
what I’m here for,” Ron chuckled as he headed for the door just
as Ravage wandered in.
“Stupid
humans kicking me off the couch…” the cat grumbled before he came
to a halt and just stared down at Sam. “Why are you on the floor?”
-
Dinner was a rather
quick affair considering how hungry all of them were and Sam didn’t
doubt that everyone had eaten at least two burgers each if not more
by the time everything was consumed. It was amazing any food had made
it this far as Sam and Miles snagged some chips for later as they
headed for their rooms. It only proved that his mother and Mrs.
Lancaster knew what they were doing when they went about packing
everything.
Sam was just grateful
that the whole day was finally over and he could have some time to
himself to just not think about anything and everything. With
everything that had happened from discovering Energon to the Seekers
attack to finding the ARC, not to mention his own rather interesting
situation Sam was completely ready to just turn off his brain for a
good eight hours. With a large yawn, he headed for his room when his
friend quickly gained his attention with a nervous cough.
It only took him a
second for Sam to tell that Miles was just itching to speak but at
the same time was hesitant to do so if it meant being shot down.
Sighing, Sam knew he would have to say something first if he was
going to find out what the problem was. “What’s up?” he asked
vaguely, hoping that was enough incentive for Miles to say what he
had to.
It took three times
before Miles could finally form coherent words. “Do you want to
talk or…?” he asked hesitantly gesturing towards Sam’s room. “I
mean, I understand if you don’t want to but I thought, well since
the others are all outside and can’t really hear us that, well you
know…”
Sam stared at the other
boy and knew that Miles was only trying his best to lend a hand with
Sam’s problem. He gave the other boy a quick friendly punch in the
arm as he broke into the other boy’s nervous ramble. “It should
be okay,” he told him appreciatively. “I think I’m going to try
and get everything sorted for myself first.”
“Do you need any
help?” Miles asked following Sam into his room nonetheless. “Maybe
an outside opinion?”
“Maybe,” Sam began
as he moved to shut the door or tried to rather try to as a black
shape suddenly filled the space and the large cat leapt onto the bed
before Sam could even say anything.
“Slag it Ravage we
said we were coming!” A voice huffed and soon Rumble was in the
doorframe pushing the door back inward before Sam could complete the
motion of shutting it. Frenzy was right behind him as the birds
swooped in from above.
Sam blinked as the
group entered his room without so much as a by-you-leave and just
made themselves at home. He glanced at Miles questioningly but all
the other boy could do was shrug at him just as at a loss. With a
frown Sam turned back to the two mechs on the bed guessing that they
were more than likely the main instigators. “Did you need
something?” he drawled looking from Ravage to Frenzy and back
again.
“No, we’re good,”
Ravage chuckled as he stretched out again.
Sam shared an
exasperated glance with Miles. “At least you don’t shed,” he
muttered under his breath and Frenzy had to smother a laugh while
Ravage looked rather unimpressed.
“We-we-we’re here
for y-y-you,” Frenzy managed to tell Sam before his optics darkened
and Megatron took control.
“What exactly
happened?” Megatron demanded without preamble. “The others filled
Frenzy, Rumble and myself in on the basics,” he said gesturing
towards the animal mimics about the room, “but what did they mean
when they said Barricade rejected you? How could he reject
you?”
Sam felt his jaw drop
in surprise before realization struck him that he would have to
explain to Megatron the whole horrid overheard conversation as
neither he nor Frenzy had been outside when the whole situation had
practically exploded. With a deep sigh he moved around the bed to
find a clear space to sit down for what was looking to be a rather
long interrogation when he was interrupted suddenly but a loud
tapping sound. Everyone jumped when there was a knock on the door and
it was quickly opened from the other side before Sam could even ask
whom it was.
“Sam? Are you still
awake?” Will called out quietly as he entered the room only to stop
short at the sight of the ‘Cons along with Miles who was munching
away on his chips. “Oh… Sorry,” Will sounded anything but, “but
your father thought it best if I spoke to you.” Will looked at the
group around Sam expectantly and Miles was quick to bounce out of his
seat.
“I’ll speak with
you tomorrow then?” he called over his shoulder.
Sam waved as the other
boy quickly ducked out of the room under Will’s watchful eyes
before the captain turned his gaze towards the different mechs
scattered about the room. Laserbeak glared back at the human. “Why
should we leave?”
“Because it’s
really not your business?” Will drawled as he stepped away from the
door and pointed at it. “Out.”
“What?” Ravage
yelped in surprise. “But I finally got comfortable! Again!”
“Don’t care, out!”
Will frowned at him.
Ravage frowned and
looked over at Sam who gave the cat a “what can you do?” look.
“Sorry guys. I hope you don’t mind?”
Buzzsaw let out a sigh.
“No, it’s understandable.”
Sam gave the birds a
grateful look as they left just as quickly as they had arrived.
“Whatever,” Ravage huffed as he finally climbed off the bed and
Sam gave him a quick stroke as he passed.
Will looked over at the
last two in the room and Rumble was actually standing again and
looked as if he was going to start heading off towards the door when
Frenzy suddenly flopped down in Miles’ vacated chair. “I
di-di-didn’t he-he-hear anythi-thi-thing!” he announced
firmly.
Will narrowed his eyes
and looked as if he was going to say more when Sam held up a hand.
“If you promise to be quiet,” he said firmly looking Frenzy right
in the optic. The color flickered slightly and Frenzy gave a sharp
nod in agreement and Sam knew it was a promise from both Frenzy and
Megatron.
Will looked from Frenzy
to Sam to Rumble who was standing in the middle of the room awkwardly
and back again. “Are you sure you’re comfortable with them
staying?” he asked hesitantly, still unsure if the mechs should be
allowed in the room for such a delicate conversation, especially when
it concerned one of their own.
Sam just sighed as he
dropped onto his bed. “They can at least give us some insight on
what Barricade might be going through since they’re Linked
themselves,” he told the Ranger with a sigh.
Will glanced at Rumble
for conformation and the other mech gave him a half shrug. “We
can’t speak for Barricade personally but we do understand what it’s
like to fight a Link.”
“No k-k-kidding,”
Frenzy snickered.
Will still looked
apprehensive but Sam sat back up and gestured towards the empty space
on the bed. “What did you want to discuss?” he asked the man. “It
seems like everyone wants to give me their own insight on the
matter.”
Will sighed as he took
the offered seat and the bed dipped down under his weight. “Yes,
but I think I at least have a better handle on your unique
situation.”
Sam sighed as he
flopped back onto the bed. “I doubt it,” he muttered under his
breath. “You at least know Ironhide feels the same about you.”
Will just gave him a
small smile. “Try me.”
Sam gave the man a long
look before he nodded and sat back up. With a deep breath he decided
the best place to start with was back at the beginning and thus began
explaining his confusing and frustrating emotions from the start. Sam
could only hope as he spoke that Will and perhaps Megatron or even
Frenzy and Rumble could help him sort out the entire entangled sordid
mess.
-To Be Continued
Author's Note: Poor Sam, everyone wants to help him. Please join us next time for chapter 155: Everyone’s a Critic
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