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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: Good God it's Tuesday! O_O! I just slept for more than twenty four hours straight! Er, long weekend, worked sucked yada, yada. Anyway, notes on the bottom so you can go right to the story! Enjoy!
Chapter One Hundred Fifty Five: Everyone’s A Critic
“We need to talk.”
The entire hanger went deathly silent at the statement that was made to the lone mech in the corner. Optics glanced at one another before they turned to the Saleen Mustang in curiosity, each wondering what he was going to say to the mech that was standing firm before him. Barricade just stared at the mech for a long, stunned moment before he looked over at his companion in confusion. Soundwave could only shrug. He was just as surprised as everyone else by this development.
Even Bumblebee who was in the opposite corner was looking at the Autobot before Barricade in shock while Ratchet and Jazz behind him shared a knowing look. Since it was clear he wouldn’t get any help from Soundwave or even the bug, Barricade turned to the only other mech in the hanger who could possibly give him any sort of answer. “Do I have any say in the matter?”
Optimus shrugged. “Up to you-” he began before he was quickly interrupted by the mech standing in front Barricade.
“No,” Ironhide growled as he snagged the ‘Con’s arm. Barricade let out a yelp at the sudden rough handling before it turned into a long string of profanities in both English and Cybertronion as he was pulled to his feet and dragged forward. Barricade’s data pad clattered to the floor forgotten as he was pulled forward.
Bumblebee could only watch in stupefied shock as the senior member of the First Team hauled Barricade out of the hanger. ‘Why in the world would Ironhide want to talk to him?’ was the only thought that popped up on his processor as he tried his best to categorize the image before him with a substantial answer. So far he had none.
Puzzled he turned around to look at the two mechs behind him for some sort of opinion on the rather bizarre situation when he felt his optics brighten in surprise. Both Jazz and Ratchet looking at him rather intensely and ‘Bee took an uneasy step back in apprehension. “What?” he asked before he could even stop himself, looking from one to the other nervously.
Wheeljack looked up at the sound of ‘Bee’s voice and was surprised as it seemed Ratchet and Jazz were almost having their own silent conversation before the younger scout. There was a chuckle from the other side of the hanger and Wheeljack turned astounded towards his leader. “Whatever you’re planning, just leave me out of it,” Optimus told the other two, as he suddenly was down on the ground in his alt mode. “I’m going into recharge.”
“Right Optimus,” Jazz waved over his shoulder with his left hand while the right grabbed onto ‘Bee’s arm before the youngling could even come up with the notion that running might be a good idea.
“Good night Optimus,” Ratchet added as he snagged the other arm and he and Jazz proceeded to drag ‘Bee out the door ala Ironhide.
Wheeljack watched them go in amazement before he turned to the white patrol car that had come up next to him, shuttered optics locked on the doorway the others had just exited out of. “Should we go after them?” the inventor asked quietly.
Prowl frowned before he glanced over at the flame designed rig. A shuttering snore was all that emitted from the distinguished Autobot leader and Prowl had to contain himself before he did something that was not to his character, like smack his forehead in frustration. “It may be-”
“It is perhaps best to entrust your companions with the situation, or at least believe that they know what they are doing,” a dry voice stated softly behind them and Wheeljack and Prowl turned to glare at the remaining ‘Con.
“And what makes you think we don’t trust them?” Prowl practically growled back.
Soundwave looked up from the data pad that Barricade had dropped as he was hauled away. “I did not mean any disrespect in that you do not trust your partners,” Soundwave said without a hint of apology. “Only that it is best that you trust their judgment in a situation you have no base knowledge of or comprehension.”
Wheeljack snorted as he turned back to the empty doorway but Prowl looked thoughtful. “He does have a point.”
The other Autobot looked back at him sharply. “And if the seekers come?”
Prowl’s expression quickly hardened but he still made no move to follow the others out. “We just have to trust that they can hold their own until we aid them.” Wheeljack did not look happy with the answer but he finally turned away from the door and both he and Prowl moved to find space to wait for their respective mates.
Soundwave glanced at the two before he himself looked back at the doorway thoughtfully. With a small smirk that no one noticed as they all went about their own business of settling down, he set aside the data pad and leaned back against the wall. It might have been questionable that he did not immediately switch into vehicle mode but luckily, none of the Autobots were about to inquire and that was just fine by him as he blocked them out and tuned into something that was far more interesting.
“Do you mind?” Barricade snapped as he tried his best to yank his arm out of the gunner’s strong grip but alas to no avail as Ironhide dragged him further away from the base. Barricade growled and tried his best to dig his heels down but unfortunately with the snow all it did was create tracks leading back to the hanger and Ironhide was completely unfazed. Barricade’s optics darkened as he changed tactics. “What the slag is you problem anyway?”
“My problem?” Ironhide snapped as he came to a sudden halt and whirled around, causing Barricade to nearly collide into him as the ‘Con had been more focused on trying to get out of the Autobot’s grip. “You want to know what my problem is?”
Barricade could only star upward in complete shock, his finger going lax from where they had been trying to pry the other mech’s fingers off of his arm as Ironhide practically loomed over him, a dark, menacing look on his face. The Mustang could have bet that in that precise moment, the gruff Autobot weapons specialist could have given any die-hard Decepticon warrior a run for his credits with the dark look he was giving Barricade. It was intimidating.
However Barricade was ‘Con to the core and he wasn’t about to be intimidated by Ironhide’s pure fury and instead of becoming just as enraged his response was one of ice cold reserve. “I take it back,” Barricade drawled low in his throat. “I don’t need to know. You’re just crazy.”
The reaction was highly entertaining as Ironhide’s optics brightened and he took a surprised step back from the ‘Con and his jaw dropped stunned. Barricade felt himself gain a triumphant smirk at the completely gob smacked expression the other wore. ‘If you think I’m just going to fall into line like your damn subordinates think again,’ Barricade thought defiantly, basking in his albeit small victory. That was until Ironhide finally hauled back and belted him one.
Barricade was literally knocked off his feet and fell backwards onto the snow, white powder lifting up blocking his vision temporarily. “What the slag was that for?” he bellowed, severely pissed off.
Ironhide was quiet for a long moment before he shook his head almost in defeat. Barricade looked up at the Autobot gunner worriedly, wondering that if he made a mad dash for it whether or not Ironhide would chase after him. It was a long moment before Ironhide even spoke and when he did it was with a near hysterical chuckle. “Stupid, stubborn pain in the aft sparklings,” he muttered before his head snapped up and his gaze locked onto the dual colored ‘Con.
‘Fuck running after me,’ Barricade changed his thought direction as he looked at the larger Autobot that was staring down at him with a determined look in his optics,‘would I be able to dodge the cannon fire?’
“Um…guys?” Bumblebee called out bewildered as his two teammates and friends practically dragged him away from the base in the opposite direction of the footprints ‘Bee had noted upon exiting the hanger. “Where are we going? What’s going on?”
“That’s kind of what we’re trying to figure out kid,” Jazz chuckled as he glanced over his shoulder at the striped mech.
Bumblebee wished not for the first time that the saboteur’s visor was up more often so that he could get a better read on Jazz’s true intentions. He looked back over at Ratchet who still had yet to turn back and look at him. He felt his spark fluctuate in foreboding as they got further away. He knew that his friends were only concerned about him and just wanted to help but ‘Bee also knew that he had to be very, very careful about what he revealed to his two companions. It wasn’t just about him, after all. He had to take Sam’s feelings into account and frustratingly enough, Barricade’s feelings as well.
It took a long time before ‘Bee could even consider trusting the ‘Con, especially after so many centuries of hating and fighting each other. For them to even tolerate the other in striking distance was astonishing. Only Sam could ever ask that of ‘Bee and he wasn’t about to let the small human down. He couldn’t say for sure what the ‘Con felt about the whole situation but he wasn’t about to prove to ‘Cade that he wasn’t trustworthy.
‘Or perhaps I’m just spending too much time in the ‘Con’s presence,’ ‘Bee thought warily. With a small shake of his head, he came back to the present and glanced at the two still pulling him along across the snow. “About what?” he tried to sound as innocent as he was usually perceived to be.
Unfortunately the other two weren’t deceived and ‘Bee could tell that neither one was buying it in the least. Jazz just smirked as Ratchet turned to frown at the younger yellow mech and ‘Bee couldn’t help it as he immediately shrank back into himself at the small, disappointed downward turn of the medic’s mouth. “Bumblebee,” Ratchet began with a heavy sigh before he moved his hand from the crook of ‘Bee’s elbow to his shoulder. “First things first. Are you all right?”
‘Bee’s optics flickered on and off in surprise and knew that his suspicions were well founded. “You’ll have to be more specific than that Ratchet,” he said evenly, his tone was completely flat. “If you’re asking after my ability to function than I can assure you that I am one hundred percent.”
“Yeah but what about your spark?” Jazz asked with a small sad smile. “How is your spark holding up?”
“With what?” ‘Bee’s gaze snapped to the other mech. “You two are going to have to be a bit more specific because you’re talking in circles.”
“Damn it Bumblebee, we’re trying to help you here!” Ratchet bellowed, his voice rising to the sky almost in tandem with Ironhide’s bellow off in the distance. ‘Bee winced from both shouts, quickly glancing in the direction the other two had gone. ‘If Jazz and Ratchet are like this, then what the heck is Barricade going through with Ironhide’
“What are you planning to do to fix this?” Ironhide demanded sharply, glaring down at the ‘Con.
“Fix what?” Barricade huffed as he clambered to his feet. Every inch of his body practically radiated defiance as he faced down the large Top Kick, refusing to back down.
“You stubborn pain in the aft… About Sam you mulish, aggravating-”
“Let me ask you this,” Barricade snapped, breaking into Ironhide’s attempt to gear up into what seemed to be a nice long angered rant. “What business is it of yours?”
Ironhide frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. “None really,” Ironhide admitted but before Barricade could turn away he went on. “However we owe Sam everything and I want to see him happy you little shit.”
Red optics went bright in shock. “Excuse me?”
“No, I won’t!” Ironhide bellowed back angrily. “You’re acting worse than anyone I’ve ever met, even for a ‘Con! What the slag was that talk about you refusing him?”
Barricade groaned at that and dropped his head into his hand feeling the will to argue suddenly drain out of him. “A poor choice of words at the exact wrong moment,” he admitted reluctantly. “It seems that Sam overheard a rather heated debate between the bug and I.”
“I find that hard to believe,” Ironhide scoffed. “You’re telling me neither one of you had any idea Sam was there?”
Barricade could only look up from the palm of his hand to glare at the black mech. “We were a little preoccupied screaming at each other if you must know.”
“About Sam no doubt,” Ironhide shook his head. “What in the world did you two say?”
“Does it matter?” Barricade snapped at him, his patience warring down to a thread. “Besides, isn’t that something we have to rectify?”
“No kidding,” Ironhide scowled. “And I’m trying to ensure you do just that.” The two mechs glared at one another for a long moment before Ironhide continued determinedly. “What are you planning to do about your Link with young Sam?”
Barricade frowned and shook his head. “I’ll tell you the same thing I told your teammate,” he stated flatly. “Nothing.”
This time he was able to dodge the fist that was aimed for his head, but unfortunately that just put him in a perfect position for the gunner’s knee that came up and caught him in the front. “Are you out of your processor?” Ironhide bellowed angrily. Barricade just groaned as he flopped back into the snow.
“You have to understand that we’re just worried about you,” Jazz stated soothingly as he placed a hand on ‘Bee’s arm. “We want to help you.”
Bumblebee could feel his whole body begin to tremble in a combination of frustration and helplessness. “You can’t possibly understand,” he managed to choke out.
“No, we can’t,” Jazz continued on sympathetically. “None of us can even simulate what you must be feeling but we can at least try and help you get through it.”
“Guys,” Bumblebee began tiredly. “I know you just want what’s best for me but do you really have to pry into my private business?”
“Hey, you’re the one who came flying through the air and landed at our feet,” Jazz chuckled.
‘Bee shot the silver mech a small embarrassed glare. “Did you have to bring that up?”
Jazz could only shrug as Ratchet picked the conversation back up. “‘Bee,” he began quietly, “we’re just worried about all this. Finding out that the person you care about is actually Linked with someone else-”
“I think you’re taking this out of context,” ‘Bee chuckled, interrupting the medic mid-sentence. “I’m happy for Sam.”
The other two stared at him gob smacked. “You are?”
Bumblebee looked up at the heavens for strength at the tandem surprise from the two older mechs. “It’s confirmed that there’s a Link between him and Barricade,” he explained to the two with a wan smile. “Unfortunately the hardhead doesn’t believe what’s right in front of him.”
Jazz and Ratchet glanced at one another surprised. “I think it’s you who’s confused,” Ratchet began slowly.
“Or in such denial that you’re telling yourself that you’re happy for them until you finally start believing it,” Jazz added with a shake of his head.
“What do you mean by that?” ‘Bee asked sharply trying to figure out what it was that Jazz was really trying to say to him.
“Bumblebee, you have to understand …” Jazz heaved a large sigh. “We all thought that you were in love with Sam.”
Ratchet’s gazed was locked onto ‘Bee’s face, calculating ever minute expression change that ‘Bee had with that announcement. Ratchet frowned as he realized that there wasn’t any. “Are you?” he asked quietly.
Sapphire optics brightened in surprise before he quickly looked away from the two piercing gazes that were focused on him as Jazz and Ratchet waited for him to say something, anything really. ‘Bee just sighed. “Honestly Ratchet. Do you have to ask? Of course I am.”
“You don’t deserve him,” Ironhide growled, pacing back and forth a small distance as Barricade once more rose to his feet.
“Who said I have him?” Barricade hissed as he ran a maintenance check to ensure that all his internal systems were still in working order. “Slag it, I think you cracked something.”
“Too bad it wasn’t that thick head of yours,” Ironhide barked as he whirled around and glared at the ‘Con. “What the slag are you thinking putting Sam through this?”
Barricade frowned as he dusted off the small amount of snow off his legs. “And just what am I putting him through?” he asked with false curiosity.
“What the slag do you think?” Ironhide shouted. “How could you discard him?”
“Now hold on!” Barricade yelped, his anger quickly mounting. “I’m not discarding anyone!”
“Then why in the world is Sam avoiding you like you were some sort of Earth plague?” Ironhide demanded smugly.
“Perhaps because that yellow walking guard dog isn’t letting me anywhere near him?” Barricade stated sarcastically.
Ironhide took up his smug posture again, arms crossing once more. “You know that one word from Sam and Sunny would back off, right? So therefore I ask again; what in the pit did you say?”
Barricade groaned and shook his head as he glared at the mech. “I think you Autobots are getting confused,” he stated flatly. “There is nothing between Sam and I.”
“Just the Link,” Ironhide stated pointedly.
Barricade resisted the urge to chuck an ice block at the scowling mech. “That would be my problem to deal with,” he insisted firmly.
“But what about Sam? How does he feel about the Link?”
“Get this through your thick plating,” Barricade snapped. “There is no Link!”
“What?” Ironhide yelped. “What insanity are you talking about now?”
Barricade sighed before he looked the other mech right in the optic. “That would be my problem,” he stated. “My spark is an idiot.”
“Wait a minute, hold the phone,” Jazz shook his head as he stared at Bumblebee in complete shock. “You admit that you love Sam.”
Bumblebee shot Jazz a rather hurt expression. “Of course I do,” he told his stunned audience. “He’s my best friend and Sam helped save all of our lives. Not to mention Sam and his parents are almost like family now. He’s very dear to me, just like I thought he was with all of us.”
Jazz’s shoulders dropped and Ratchet let out a small, frustrated groan. “That’s not the ‘love’ that we meant,” he began.
“I know what you meant,” Bumblebee interrupted him with a small frown. “I’m not an idiot.”
“What? No!” Jazz yelped surprise, quickly scrambling to make ‘Bee understand.
“We weren’t implying that you were,” Ratchet went on quickly. “We’re just trying to make sure that we’re all on the same screen here.”
Bumblebee gave Ratchet a sympathetic look as the medic started pacing. “Look,” he began firmly. “I did not choose this.” Both of the others looked at ‘Bee in surprise at the finality in his voice and ‘Bee continued firmly. “I don’t think any of us could have seen this coming but it happened and we have to make the best of it.” ‘Bee stopped for a moment before he looked back over at where the base was located, more specifically at the building the humans were in. “I have to make the best of it.”
“Bumblebee…” Ratchet could only stare up at the youngling in utter shock and pride began to weld up in his chest.
‘Bee could only shrug. “I want Sam to be happy and amazingly enough Primus, or whoever it was, thought that Barricade was what’s best for him.”
“Slag, ‘Bee,” Jazz said softly as he could only look at the younger mech in sympathy.
“Unfortunately Barricade is doing what ‘Cons do best; being completely stubborn about it and denying everything even though the evidence is right in front of his slagging optics.” Bumblebee looked from Ratchet to Jazz, an expression of determination in his gaze. “They have a Link but Barricade is denying it.” Bumblebee turned to Ratchet. “You told me that a Link denied is a death assured. I’m trying to prevent that.”
“Then he really is denying it?” Jazz gasped horrified as he looked to Ratchet who looked just as stunned.
Bumblebee nodded. “Gave me some slag about how Sam isn’t affected by it or some such. Said that there’s no way that Sam has a returning Link.”
“How can he be so stupid?” Ratchet gasped just as horror-struck.
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” ‘Bee stated determinedly.
“What?” Ironhide stared at the ‘Con before him in shocked.
Barricade waved a hand in the air vaguely. “My spark tried to establish a Link with an unacceptable person. Sam doesn’t have a spark, remember? So therefore a compatible Link with him is next to impossible.”
Ironhide could only stare at Barricade in complete flabbergasted shock. “Are you stupid?”
Barricade frowned at the mech before him. “I beg your pardon!”
“And again I deny it!” Ironhide snapped angrily. “Do you know- do you have any idea what this Link you have with Sam even means?”
Barricade’s angry retort died before it was even spoken as a look of complete bafflement took its place. “What? What the slag are you talking about?”
“Your Link is like a gift from Primus!” Ironhide told him point blank. “Do you realize that you’re the first, the first Cybertronion to ever, ever have a Link with a being from another world?” Ironhide began pacing once again, his words shooting at Barricade rapidly. “Do you have any idea what this means?” he went on animatedly. “You have a Link with Sam! You can’t deny it!”
Barricade frowned. “Sam doesn’t have a spark,” he drawled pointedly. “How do you explain that to me?”
Ironhide frowned. “He speaks to Primus and you’re hung up on him being human?”
“Exactly! Sam is human,” the ‘Con persisted. “How can I even begin to expect him to set aside everything his world told him and tell him that ‘oh, by the way, my spark’s decided to form an irreversible connection with you, never mind that you don’t have a spark yourself’.” Barricade shook his head. “I can’t do that to him. He’s human and should live his life as such. Our presence shouldn’t change that.”
“Stubborn…” Ironhide snarled. “You’re just going to continue to deny this Link, aren’t you?”
“What’s to deny?” Barricade growled back at him.
The weapons specialist could only stare at the Decepticon in complete bafflement. “You do know that the strain of your Spark calling out will eventually burn you out, right?” Ironhide stated after a long moment of silence.
“My spark is reaching for something that isn’t there. Sam shouldn’t have to suffer for my sake.”
“Primus,” Ratchet breathed slightly. “What are we going to do now?”
“You aren’t going to do anything,” Bumblebee said sharply startling the two mechs with his ferocity.
“Bumblebee, you know what I told you about the repercussions of refusing a Link,” Ratchet began before ‘Bee cut him off once more.
“This is something that Sam and Barricade have to figure out even if I have to lock them in a room together until they do.”
“There’s an idea!” Jazz gave him an approving look as he slung an arm over ‘Bee’s shoulder before they began trekking back to the hangers. “But don’t forget, if you need any help we’re all ready, willing and more than able to help you knock some sense into him.” His grin widened. “In fact, I think Ironhide would be first in line with Optimus right behind.”
“Sam is our friend too,” Ratchet told him as he fell into step on ‘Bee’s other side. “We’re just trying to help.”
“I know you are,” ‘Bee said quietly, “but again this is something that Sam and Barricade have to determine for themselves. None of us really have any say in their choices.”
“Damn ‘Bee,” Jazz chuckled. “When’d you get so smart?”
“I’m afraid that he grew up before we even realized it,” Ratchet snickered as they finally reached the hanger. They were surprised to find not only Wheeljack and Prowl still awake but Soundwave as well as the ‘Con activated one optic to glance at them before he turned it off again.
“So what’s the verdict?”
Prowl and Wheeljack jumped at Optimus’ voice but Jazz just smiled. “I’ll put my trust in ‘Bee having a cool head on his shoulders and doing what’s right.”
“Good,” Optimus acknowledged. “And good luck ‘Bee. That mech seems to be even more stubborn than most ‘Cons- no offense Soundwave,” he added the last part in the communications officer’s direction.
“He is rather obstinate,” Soundwave agreed before his optics flickered on and he looked right at Bumblebee. “But so is your young scout.”
‘Bee gave him a grateful smile as Prowl and Wheeljack just stared at the group complete confused. “What the slag do are we missing?” Prowl asked his companion. Wheeljack could only shrug just as confused.
Ironhide could only stare at the Mustang completely stunned. “I can’t believe it. You’re really willing to sacrifice yourself?”
Barricade let out a snort as he looked over at the base, more specifically the human’s building. “Like I have a choice.”
“You’re absolutely crazy,” Ironhide finally huffed in frustration. “That or slagging suicidal.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Barricade frowned. “If I could change it, I would but it wasn’t like I planed this you know.”
Ironhide gave Barricade a pointed look. “You aren’t just hurting yourself you know.”
“Sam deserves better then a defeated ‘Con with no future,” Barricade explained with a indifferent wave.
“You are far from defeated,” Ironhide chuckled. Barricade let out another disbelieving snort but didn’t press the issue. “Whatever. You’re not convincing anyone you know, least of all Bumblebee, or Sam.”
“That’s what you think,” Barricade huffed as he quickly turned on his heels and started back towards the hanger.
Heavy steps sounded behind him and Barricade resisted the urge to groan as Ironhide fell into step next to him. Thankfully the ‘Bot remained quiet for the walk until they were just feet from the hanger when Ironhide suddenly snagged Barricade’s arm, stopping him before he could retreat into the building. “May I ask a favor?”
Barricade stared at the ‘Bot in shock. “You practically cave my head in and now you want a favor?”
Ironhide frowned at him but pressed on. “You know the watch communicator you made for Sam?”
Barricade frowned puzzled. “Yeah, what about it?”
Ironhide glanced at the open door of the hanger before he looked back at Barricade. “Do you think you could make one for Will?”
Barricade smirked, his stance becoming one of control. “You’ll have it before we get back to the ship.”
Ironhide could only shake his head but a small smile crossed his features. “Thanks.”
Barricade huffed annoyed and a bit embarrassed as he whirled around and march back into the hanger. “Whatever,” he growled. “Slagging Autobots.”
Soundwave grinned as he watched his old friend enter, clearly flustered. A quick glance at the youngest Autobot showed blue optics following the grumbling racer and Soundwave couldn’t help but admire the youngling’s tenacity. With a small smirk he settled down to think over all he had learned, from all three conversations. ‘Stubborn idiots indeed,’ he laughed to himself before the need for recharge finally got to him and he wondered vaguely what the next day had in store for them.
-To Be Continued
Author's Note: Of course everyone wanted the conversation between Will and Sam so I have to be all mean and do the opposite. Well I hope you enjoyed it anyway and that it wasn't to confusing... or boring or just... bad. -sighs-
Anyway a bit of Fan News! A reader from my Live Journal asked if I would allow this story to be turned into an audio fanfic. I know that Cover Me isn't that well edited not so much in speling but in sentence structure but if you the readers think it's good enough as it is please let me know! (Should I make a poll?) As a side note, I've been debating making a Yahoo!Group for this story so I can upload the whole story in one bulk document so everyone dosn't have to save 100+ chapters individually. (Also as a place for all of you to converse with one another.) Since I have readers on Fanfic, Live journal and AFF I don't feel comfortable limiting it to just one site such as a forum on FF or a comunity on LJ. Again, please let me know!
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