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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: I WARNED everyone that when I zipped back to the mechs at the base you would all be angry with me but did you believe me? ^__^ Happy reading!
Chapter One Hundred Sixty: Potentially Problematic
It was like something out of one of the human’s horror films! There was nothing he could do as he froze like an untrained sparkling and not the warrior he had since become. He didn’t even move as the dark shadow loomed above him before plummeting straight at him.
“Slag!” the mech yelped as he finally managed to get a signal to his legs that standing where he was wasn’t the brightest of ideas and that it would be much more prudent to move to another location. The command came too late however and soon enough the mech was buried as the teetering mound of data pads finally toppled right on top of him.
Groundhog huffed in frustration as he dropped his head onto his forearm. “Slagging Autobots,” he growled as he reached forward to snag the edge of Optimus Prime’s “desk” and pulled himself out from under the assorted pads. “No organization whatsoever!”
Heaving to his feet Groundhog turned to stare at the strewn mess that almost surrounded the Autobot leader’s corner. With a shake of his head he set Red’s medical pad aside and went to work picking up the different pads, sorting them with surprising speed and accuracy. He hadn’t found anything about the anomaly called “pregnancy” yet and wondered if the small note in one of Ratchet’s own charts was going to be the only thing for him to find in the base. He truly wanted to learn all he could about this odd medical condition while he could.
Shaking his head, Groundhog refused to dwell on the “what ifs” and continued stacking and sorting the different pads accordingly. It was amazingly soothing work and Groundhog had found a rather calm rhythm when suddenly a voice spoke up behind him, practically scaring the temporary Race Track Patrol commander out of his wires as last he checked, he was the only one left in the main hanger. Whirling around it took the mech a few moments to actually realize that the voice was coming from the Autobot’s computer.
“-This is Lieutenant Soundwave calling the Cybertron Consulate. Come in Consulate-”
Shaking his head at his own silliness, Groundhog set aside the data pads and stood up to try and find the nearest Autobot. ‘I saw Red leave after Motor and Blue,’ he thought quickly as he bypassed the younger Autobots hanger. ‘Hound’s gone too,’ he concluded after glancing into the open doorway of the hanger the scout used. With a frustrated huff he turned to see if there was anyone up and about when he nearly collided into a solid red chest that was not two feet from him.
With a surprised yelp the Decepticon leapt back and looked up in surprise at the fire truck blocking his path. “What are you looking for?” Inferno asked with a thick, tired voice. “And you haven’t seen Red by the way have you?”
Groundhog was taken aback for a moment at the lack of an accusatory tone in the Autobot’s voice before he quickly regained his composer. “There’s an incoming call from Soundwave and I can only assume the other Autobots,” Groundhog explained quickly. “And Red’s gone off with Mikaela and Judy.”
Inferno let out a snort as he turned towards the main hanger. “Let me guess, Bluestreak and Motorhead aren’t here either?”
Groundhog chuckled as he followed the other mech. “You missed Red Alert’s weekly check up,” he chastised instead.
“There’ll be plenty more,” Inferno said with a small shrug as he snagged the computer’s microphone, effectively stopping anything else the ‘Con medic might have stated. “Slag it Optimus, do you have any idea what time it is?”
Groundhog shook his head as he listened to the exchange of pleasantries turning back to once again continue his aborted task of cleaning up the data pads when his path was blocked once again by a broad chest. ‘I hate being short!’ Groundhog griped internally as he looked up at Blaster who was giving him an apologetic smile before moving to Inferno’s side.
“No I’m here!” he called out to the microphone.
“-What is the current situation there?-” Optimus inquired curiously.
Blaster let out a loud laugh. “Same as it was yesterday!” he announced much to Inferno’s annoyance.
“In other words, absolutely crazy like always,” the fire rig growled.
“-Oh, so nothing out of the ordinary then,-” the Autobot leader chortled.
Groundhog proceeded to ignore the two as he went back to cleaning up the pile of data pads until Inferno finally inquired to something that perked his own interest. “Any more encounters with the Seekers?” Inferno asked worriedly.
“-Not since the battle.-” Everyone instantly relaxed and Blaster and Inferno actually cheered at Optimus’ next announcement that they would be returning to the floating ship on the water to begin their return trip. Rollerforce entered upon hearing the joyous applause and glared at the two irritated before he gave Groundhog a puzzled look at the scattered data pads.
“-Well, I was hoping to speak to Keller about that. Is he still there?-” Optimus was asking and Inferno shot the younger Autobot a quick look. Nodding, Blaster quickly ducked out of the hanger and Groundhog found Optimus’ reaction vastly amusing to Inferno’s casual report of Red Alert’s current condition. He glared up at Rollerforce who was leaning against Optimus desk right smack dab in the middle of the data pad mess and still did not make a single move to help his smaller teammate.
“Optimus!” Keller called out as Blaster let both him and Fig down by the computer. “It’s good to hear from you!”
“-And you John. I just wanted to know where we were with the ARC’s situation,-” Optimus explained.
“ARC?” Keller looked puzzled as he glanced over at Fig even as Optimus explained as to what he meant. “Oh right. That. I’ve been in communication with the other higher ups and should be meeting with the president soon to get this resolved,” Keller announced. Groundhog looked up from smacking Rollerforce’s ankles with one of the unused data pads for his lack of assistance surprised as Keller elaborated on his plan with a laugh. “Who do you think? Sector Seven.”
“WHAT?” Blaster and Inferno yelped in tandem with Optimus and Soundwave and Fig clamped a hand over his ears as he looked at the Secretary of Defense as if he had gone completely bananas.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Fig asked quietly.
Keller waved him off slightly as he turned back towards the radio. “Only those we hand pick will be re-instated. We even have an idea on who to put in charge of the whole shebang.”
“We do?” Inferno drawled even as Optimus yelped his own suspicion as to who he through Keller was speaking of.
Keller quickly assured Optimus of the new regulations Seven would be under before he proceeded to shock everyone even further as he announced that Eddie would be in charge of the excavation. “No I was thinking more along the lines of giving Simmons the title of head honcho.”
“What?” Fig yelped even as Optimus asked what Simmons thought of the whole thing.
“Haven’t really spoken to him about it yet.I still have to clear it with the main boss,” Keller chuckled. “And don’t any of you go blabbing it to him either. I want to surprise him,” he added shooting everyone in the hanger a glare.
Rollerforce simply shrugged indifferently and Groundhog smacked his ankle again. Amazingly Blaster seemed all for the idea. “He’s been rather helpful what with the whole Todd’s Fiasco and everything,” the communicator announced before Inferno reached over and smacked his shoulder. “What?” he asked genuinely confused as Inferno turned back to the radio.
“When can we expect your next communication?” Keller asked curiously, completely unaware of the chaos he had created with his decision.
“-Probably when we get back to Alaska, so probably later this evening. We’ll let you know how everything’s going,-” Optimus told them.
The two Decepticons remained quiet as the group said their goodbyes and the radio clicked off. “Are you out of your mind?” Inferno bellowed as he whirled to stare down at Keller in disbelief. “Didn’t Simmons nearly kill Bumblebee?”
“Technically he was following orders and they were trying to put him in suspended animation,” Keller frowned.
“I’m afraid we’re a bit lost on the problem,” Groundhog called out as he stood and shoved a large armful of data pads at Rollerforce before turning to the Autobots and humans. “Why is Simmons being in charge such a crisis?”
“Simmons was a mere field agent and despised Cybertronions,” Inferno said with a frown. “At least that’s how Ironhide explained it to me.”
“But has proven himself since arriving here at the base, has he not?” Keller insisted. Inferno and Fig didn’t look convinced and Keller sighed. “Think about it. Sector Seven has been a part of his life since his great grandfathers time.”
“But is reinstating Sector Seven the best idea?” Fig stated doubtfully.
“If only to fight Sector Thirteen,” Keller said with a sad frown. “Besides, if you have more allies out in space that will be rendezvousing with you here on Earth we’d best ensure that we have some sort of workforce to deal with the fallout. Since the members of Sector Seven have both prior knowledge and are use to covering things up it stands to reason.”
“But…” Inferno frowned.
“I still have to clear it you understand so it may be a moot point anyhow,” Keller pressed on. “However I think it would be the best thing all around.”
“He’s got you there,” Blaster snickered.
Inferno frowned, still looking unconvinced when another voice spoke up. “Does it matter?” Rollerforce drawled from where he was still leaning against Optimus’ desk. Groundhog wondered briefly where the data pads he had given the mech had gone.
“What do you mean?” Fig asked surprised.
“Well we need some help from the humans do we not? And you don’t want any other humans to find out about us correct?” Rollerforce shrugged. “And it is as Keller stated about that other sector after you.”
“You as well,” Inferno interrupted with a frown.
Rollerforce shrugged again. “So that begs the question; is there really anything to lose at this point? Simmons has proven to me at least that he no longer holds any malicious intentions towards any of us. And trust me when I say,” he snickered as he gestured towards Groundhog and himself, “that we would know.”
The group looked at one another surprised but Groundhog was smirking at his fellow Decepticon. “Well what do you know?” he chuckled. “He does have a functioning logic circuit!”
“Laugh it up,” Rollerforce snickered and Blaster joined in the laughter. It took a while but soon enough Inferno was chuckling as well. Fig and Keller just watched the mechs in amusement.
“It’s not funny!” A voice announced angrily from the doorway and everyone turned surprised to find Hound entering the main hanger shaking as if he really were a dog that had been caught in the rain.
“Hound! You’re back!” Blaster called out warmly.
“And wet,” Inferno snickered as he snagged Ratchet’s sheet off the medic’s table. “What happened?”
Hound looked up surprise. “You mean you don’t know?” he asked in disbelief.
“Don’t know what?” Inferno was instantly all business as he handed over the fabric.
Hound’s shoulders dropped as he accepted the sheet. “Then you don’t know that we have a problem.”
Inferno looked surprised. “What problem?”
“You don’t suppose they’ll accept an apology do you?” Mikaela asked sadly as she looked out Red Alert’s front windshield at the two cars ahead of them.
“No more than the first seven you gave them,” Red told her sadly.
“Damn,” Mikaela sighed as she leaned back in her seat and continued petting Spindle in her lap. It had been quiet ever since they had left the chaos of lookout point. Amazingly everyone there had readily accepted Mikaela’s announcement that Trent was still holding onto some of Mikaela’s property even though they had long since broken up, specifically the specialized steering wheel and the X-box game console.
Trent had tried to make a fuss, determined to prove that the seemingly innocent objects were indeed the disguised aliens they really were but amazingly it was Sharon whom had given them a chance to get away. She had declared that if Trent didn’t take her home right then and there that she wasn’t going to the winter formal with him. Trent had told her to go ahead before he even thought about it and the wail the blonde cheerleader let lose created a big enough distraction for Mikaela to dive into Red Alert with the troublesome gremlins in tow.
Bluestreak and Motorhead had already begun the trek down from the overlook. It didn’t take long to catch up to them and both Mikaela and Red Alert instantly tried numerous times to get Bluestreak to speak to them but amazingly the usually talkative gunner was eerily silent. Even when they had stopped to collect Judy who had calmly climbed into Motorhead who had swung his door open for her as he was the closest to the door.
“He’ll forgive us though, right?” Mikaela asked restlessly.
“Oh he’ll forgive us all right,” Red chuckled. “However it will be a while and only after he makes us suffer for our… intrusiveness.”
“What?” Mikaela gasped.
“Oh nothing too horrid,” Red chuckled. “And he’s limited by my sparkling and the fact that you’re a human.”
“Thank Primus for small favors,” Mikaela sighed.
“Of course he could always wait until I’ve had my sparkling and could always enlist the help of the other humans,” Red continued brightly.
“You’re not relaxing me here Red,” she huffed.
Red Alert just chuckled as they drove along. “Well at least up to Trent showing up it seemed to be going well.”
“As far as we know.”
“I doubt that either one will tell us any time soon,” Red chuckled.
Mikaela frowned. “Slag.”
“It was spectacular.”
Judy smiled as Motorhead sighed dreamily. “Really?” she asked pleased. “What did you learn about one another?”
“Learn?” Motorhead sounded surprised. “You know we never got that far.”
Judy looked down from her newest book in surprise. “Then… what did you talk about?”
“Oh… this and that,” Motorhead chuckled. “Bluestreak is so knowledgeable! And some of the things he comes up with are enough to make you pause and think!” the ‘Con went quiet for a moment. “Why is it that the bumpers on cars come off so easily?”
“Oh,” Judy blinked in surprise. Thankfully she didn’t have to say anything as they finally came upon the Cybertron’s base. “Perhaps Mikaela could explain it better,” Judy concluded as she stepped out so the mech could transform.
“Explain what?” the girl called out curiously as she set Spindle down to the ground as Neurotoxic clambered out excitedly.
“Car bumpers,” Motorhead announced with a bright smile after he had returned to his original form. There was a growl behind him and Motorhead ducked his head from Bluestreak’s sharp glare.
Judy just smiled at the blue mech as she hiked her shopping back over her shoulder and stepped over to the agitated mech. “Bluestreak, could you please give me a lift over the moat?” she asked sweetly.
Bluestreak glanced down at the woman surprised but nonetheless leaned down and allowed the woman to climb up into his outstretched hand. Red just snickered as he allowed Mikaela to step up as Neurotoxic clambered up his arm to get to his shoulder. Spindle clambered up after his fellow Terraformer and the group stepped over the moat and walked calmly through the front gate and into chaos.
The group froze, eyes and optics staring in disbelief at the scene before them. There were shouts and bellows coming from all directions that seemed to center around two figures smack dab in the middle of the bases main yard. It was almost complete pandemonium as figures ran this way and that.
Inferno was shouting something at Hound who was trying his best to pounce on a smaller green figure that easily darted away. Rollerforce it seemed was headed towards the larger figure that was seated on the ground… keening? All the while Groundhog and Blaster were running interference for the human’s sake as more projectiles flew about sporadically.
The humans were also shouting at one another. Maggie was shouting at Fig who was shouting at Simmons who was just yelling at anyone and everyone as Glen stood by watching with interest. Carol was unsurprisingly nowhere in sight and Judy thought it the smartest thing the woman had done to date aside from allowing her family to relocate to the Cybertron Consulate.
“What in the pit?” Red Alert yelped horrified as he tried to analyze what it was his optics were seeing.
“Red!” Inferno called out relieved and Red instantly focused on his husband. “Thank Primus you’re back! The gremlins have gone nuts!”
“I can see that,” Red drawled as he handed Mikaela over to Motorhead.
“What happened?” Judy called out worriedly.
“We don’t know!” Blaster practically cried.
“When I got back from my morning drive I found Gravelgrinder just sitting here wailing,” Hound announced as he swatted away another bottle of Mountain Dew, ignoring the spray of liquid that covered his hand. “And Dispensor won’t let any of us close enough to him to find out why!” he finished.
“Oh dear,” Red mused as he tried to assess the situation.
The only ones who didn’t seem to need to time to figure out what to do however were Spindle and Neurotoxic. Both of the smaller Terraformers instantly climbed down off of Red’s shoulders and went right into the disarray. Everyone froze in surprise as they watched Spindle make a straight line towards his larger partner while Neurotoxic went straight towards Dispensor.
Gravelgrinder let out a joyful squeal as he finally spotted the smaller steering wheel and the Escalade lunged forward and scooped up the mech, along with a good chunk of the ground, and brought him right up to his cheek as he began purring contently as Spindle cooed soothingly. Dispensor wasn’t as lucky however as Neurotoxic instantly started chattering angrily at the once vending machine in a rather chastising tone.
“That explains that,” Red snickered as he looked at the four Earth mechs contently.
“What just happened?” Blaster asked dazedly.
“Red,” Inferno growled.
The security chief chuckled as he stepped forward and gave his partner a quick kiss on the cheek, ignoring the fact that the other fire rig was drenched with the sticky remnants of Dispensor’s efforts to keep the other mechs away from the distraught Gravelgrinder. “Clearly they couldn’t find their two partners and Gravelgrinder was upset he couldn’t find his teammate.”
“Clearly,” Inferno drawled.
“Honestly,” Hound huffed as he wandered over shaking off the excess water for the second time that day. “All this fuss because they didn’t know where one another were?”
“It’s understandable,” Groundhog chuckled as he offered Hound yet another sheet. “They’ve only been with one another since the All Spark created them.”
“And who knows what they went through while with Burgen and Sector Thirteen,” Blaster nodded in agreement.
“Whatever,” Inferno huffed as he looked accusingly at the four mechs all tangled together in the middle of the yard. “However Dispensor is becoming a menace since getting that damn truck.”
“I hear that!” Rollerforce agreed loudly. “The only way I’m going to get any of this off is if I take a dip in the slagging moat!”
“We can’t take his supply away from him though,” Red announced with a frown. “Who knows how he will react.”
“But we have to do something!” Rollerforce insisted. “This is becoming rather ridiculous!”
“We can’t even cross the dang courtyard without checking to ensure that Dispensor isn’t lurking about,” Inferno nodded.
“Can’t you just deactivate his cannons?” Fig asked curiously.
“The Terraformers are unusual in that they are pure begins designed by the All Spark,” Groundhog shook his head. “I would have to do a through check on all of their systems. I don’t want to yank something rather vital to their existence.”
“And I doubt that any of them would calmly sit down for an examination,” Red nodded understandingly.
“Exactly,” Groundhog chuckled.
“So what does that leave?” Inferno asked, glancing from Red to Groundhog and back again. “I mean, we can’t keep dodging him forever.”
“Actually…”
The group turned to Rollerforce who was looking not at the four gremlins but rather towards the supply hanger. Groundhog frowned as he followed his friend’s line of sight. “What?”
“Do you have an idea Rollerforce?” Red Alert asked encouragingly.
“Amazingly enough,” Rollerforce smiled widely. “I think I do!”
Starscream was agitated. This was nothing new. The current Decepticon hideout was in complete disarray. This also was nothing new. However Starscream could not for the life of him shake the feeling that things were about to change. And considering the Decepticon luck, or rather his own luck, for the past few months Starscream doubted that it would be for the better.
He frowned as he glanced over at the Constructicons all trying their best to erect yet another tower for them to have a place to scheme against the Autobots. Starscream didn’t feel it prudent to tell them that he no longer cared if they actually managed to build the slagging thing. That tower had been nothing but trouble and the thing hadn’t even stood for longer than half an hour. It kept the Constructicons out of his wiring at least.
No, there were other, more pressing matters that needed his attention. Such as not only gathering the Energon that they now knew for certain was on the wretched mud ball of a planet they were currently on but also how to go about destroying the one who had handed the Decepticons their defeat so easily and with the destruction of the All Spark itself. Now if only he could shake the damn feeling that something was coming.
With a frown, Starscream turned towards the opposite side of the quarry and instantly spotted his fellow seekers and the lone seeker-wannabe. Skywarp was watching as Thundercracker tried his best to teach Misfire the art of card cheating and from the look of sheer puzzlement on Misfire’s face and the one of utter frustration on Thundercracker’s, Starscream could conclude that the other red flyer wasn’t understanding anything one iota.
He was about to turn in disgust when Skywarp just happened to look up and catch Starscream’s expression. Skywarp’s smile diminished and one of curiosity took its place. He tilted his head in askance and Starscream’s scowl deepened. He couldn’t even explain the bizarre feeling to himself let alone explain it to Skywarp. Not that he wanted too but still.
Skywarp made to actually stand up and Starscream could only guess head his way when he scowled at the purple and black mech, stilling the others movements quiet effectively. Skywarp sent him a frown of his own but Starscream simply whirled around and stomped towards the second, larger dug out thoroughly ignoring him.
Starscream could still feel it. Something was most definitely coming. The most frustrating part of it was that he knew that whatever it was, was tied directly to himself. Years of mistrust had given Starscream an uncanny ability to know when something was after him. Usually it was Megatron’s fist coming down on his head to keep him in line but not this time.
This time, whatever it was, Starscream could not figure out if it was for better or for worse.
He paused just steps away from the coarse shelter and turned back around, his optics zeroing in on the sky. The slagging feeling in the center core of his spark would not stop tugging at him, almost relentlessly at times in its attempt to get the Decepticon flyer to acknowledge it. The warrior in him knew that he could not ignore it. The scientist in him knew that it was a key clue into something even bigger than what was already known.
Something most definitely was coming. Now if only Starscream could figure out what in the pit it was so he could blow the thing sky high.
“Isn’t this a cozy little arrangement you group have going for yourselves!”
Starscream gasped and whirled around, his optics zeroing in on the figure standing at the edge of the quarry wall. “You!” he gasped in complete surprise.
And strangely enough even with the sudden appearance of the mech above him, the feeling had not gone away. Something was still coming. Now if only Starscream could figure out what.
-To Be Continued

Author's Notes: You all just hate me right now, don't you. XD
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