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Cover Me
By The Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I got home from work yesterday and I TRIED to write the chapter but by the time I had two pages written my eyes were crossing and I was practically asleep at the keyboard. So I am sorry for the wait! Please enjoy!

Chapter One Hundred Sixty Five: We Don’t Want It
The world exploded in a shower of pure powder white snow and dark black shrapnel of metal as the box that had been settled next to the Spartan so innocently shattered in a million pieces. Things moved in a blur of motion and chaos after that as everyone began shouting at once in surprise. It was almost too fast for any normal person to catch their bearings and gather their thoughts.
Luckily, the majority of people and mechs on the ice at the Arctic Circle were not normal and many of them moved before the different pieces of the box had even landed on the ground. Sam gasped as an arm had snaked around his waist even before Ironhide had gotten the latch fully open and he was yanked backwards a few steps and down onto the snow. Glancing up in surprise he was stunned to find Will over him, shielding him, even as the man was looking over his shoulder, the weapon that Ironhide and Optimus had built for the humans clutched in his hands. Sam almost groaned as he realized his own gun was back at the base on the dresser in his loft bedroom.
It seemed as if he wasn’t the only human to receive this treatment as he heard terrified rambling to his left and a quick glance showed that Epps had also snagged Miles and moved him away from the insanity. Miles’ eyes were wide in shock as he glanced over and caught Sam’s gaze. Sam could only shrug slightly before his shoulder was grabbed and he was hauled to his feet. “Move!” Will hissed at him and Sam scrambled to comply, his eyes glancing over briefly at the large black shape that was small in comparison to the mechs. It almost looked like some bizarre insect as it skittered around the mech’s ankles.
“What in the world-?” he mumbled even as Will moved him behind a large piece of iron. Sam was surprised to see it had been a part of the box that had blown apart. It didn’t take long for his and Miles’ fathers to scramble behind the makeshift shelter. Unsurprisingly, Knight and Eddie were right behind them.
“What the hell is that thing?” Knight panted as he peeked around the wall they were hiding behind to look at the fight going on between the mechs and the thing-from-the-box.
“The thing that killed my team in Qatar,” Will growled angrily as he checked the charge in his weapon.
Sam’s eyes went wide as he looked over at the very upset Ranger Captain. “A Decepticon?” he asked in a whisper even as his mind whirled about. He remember Barricade mentioning that one of his companions had been stuck on another continent but Sam thought that it was another mech, not the strange thing out there.
“Yeah, and a very deadly one,” Epps nodded even as he reached out and snagged Manning’s arm as the man almost ran past them and pulled him behind the shield.
“Is it always like this for you lot?” the man gasped as he sank down to his knees in the snow, gasping for air.
“Epps. How charged is you hand held?” Will snapped even as inched towards the edge of the iron sheet, yanking Knight away and practically throwing him behind his own form. Knight moved out of the way quite willingly.
“Fully charged,” Epps announced grimly.
Will nodded, his gaze not leaving the scene of the fighting as Knight looked at his back to Epps dark expression and back again. “What about us?” he asked quickly. “What do you want me to do?”
“Nothing,” Will bit back. “Regular guns do absolutely nothing.” He glanced back over his shoulder at the man still sitting in the snow. “Didn’t your report tell you that?”
“No, not really!” Knight actually snapped, his own temper bubbling to the top. “It gave basic information only! It didn’t say anything about what to do when one of them went berserk!”
“That’s not my problem,” Will growled even as he looked back at the fighting.
“Wait! Wait! Wait!” Sam cried out as he scrambled around the others and snagged Will’s gun arm. “Hang on! You can’t go out there blasting away!”
“Doesn’t seem to be stopping the Autobots,” Epps muttered and Sam frowned as he heard the distinct sound of the blaster cannons going off.
“Well if you had been shoved in a box for who knows how long you might be a little peeved too,” he said with a frown.
“Sam,” Will began in that tone of an adult listening simply to placate the child.
“No, you listen!” Sam snapped. “He was stuck in wherever he was, right? He may not know that the war is even over!”
“It doesn’t matter,” Will growled. “He’s going down.”
“Now hang on son,” Ron suddenly was right behind Sam, frowning at the Ranger. “Sam’s right. Going out there and shooting him in revenge for your comrades won’t be honoring their memory one bit. You cannot feel comfortable in getting vigilantly justice. You’re too proud for that. You both are,” he added as he looked back at Epps who actually looked as if his resolve was wavering.
“I don’t care,” Will bit out. “He killed nearly my entire team!”
“But killing him won’t bring them back, will it?” Steve asked quietly.
“Will,” Sam almost pleaded. “Let Ironhide and the others handle it. You believe in Ironhide, don’t you?”
Will scowled down at the teenager for a long moment before he sighed and powered down his weapon even as he frowned. “That thing can not be trusted,” he told Sam pointedly. “He’s just a killing machine.”
“He was following orders,” a new voice announced and they whirled around stunned to find Rumble standing there looking at the humans with a dark frown. “He has no thoughts of his own. He simply follows his master’s orders and Megatron’s no matter what those orders would be.”
“Like a police dog,” Miles spoke with sudden understanding.
Rumble nodded and Will suddenly looked ill. “Now if you don’t mind,” the small Cybertronion drawled, “you guys are kind of right in the center of the fighting. You think you can make it to the boat?”
“Ship,” both Manning and Eddie corrected.
“Whatever,” Rumble frowned. “Just move!”
The humans quickly scrambled and started off towards the safety of the ship. Sam lingered behind slightly as he leaned towards Rumble. “What about-?”
“He’s trying,” Rumble quickly interrupted. “Unfortunately he can’t get close enough and if anything happens to Frenzy I swear to Primus and all your Earth deities that I’ll have you take me to that other world where those orbs are and I’ll kill him again!”
Sam rolled his eyes before he was suddenly snagged again and thrown sideways away from a flying mech. Sam was surprised to see it was Prowl that hand been thrown aside. “Perhaps we can discuss this later?” he chuckled, more so he wouldn’t burst out screaming in fright than anything else. “After the fight’s over.”
Rumble nodded as he helped Sam back to his feet. “Sorry for that,” he muttered when he saw Sam rubbing his throbbing arm.
“Not your fault,” he gave the mech a small smile. “Thanks for that by the way.”
“As long as you’re not hurt,” Rumble muttered sourly. “The last thing I need is a pissed off Decepticon Commander after my aft for accidentally injuring you.”
Sam’s eyes went sad at the reminded but he didn’t have anytime to contemplate the statement as there was another shout behind him and Perceptor suddenly went skittering past them on his aft. “Just how powerful is that guy anyhow?” Sam gasped instead.
“Very,” Rumble frowned. With a shared glance the two nodded almost in tandem and both quickened their pace. The middle of a battlefield was definitely not the place to be.
Barricade cursed as he heard Will’s sudden shout and he suddenly knew exactly what, or rather who, was in that box even before the Autobot Master Gunner got the lock open and the Cybertronion inside burst out in a flurry of motion, actually breaking the box with his tail for either emphasis or simply because he hated the box that he had been trapped in for who knew how long. Barricade didn’t even give the newly released mech a second glance however as he moved forward and snagged one of the mechs before him around the torso and hauled him back, unsurprised that Soundwave was doing the same thing to one of the other Autobots. The third thankfully was well out of the way of the fray but there was no guarantee he was going to stay there much to Barricade’s frustration. He and Soundwave had their hands full with the two they had.
“PUT ME DOWN!” Sunstreaker bellowed as he started trying to smack Barricade in the face as he wiggled about, kicking back with his heals. “Slag it all to the pits! Just who do you think you’re dealing with?”
“Calm down you slagging imbecile,” Barricade growled as he hauled the still struggling Lamborghini away. “Unless you want to get blown up!” Sunstreaker didn’t respond verbally but his fist finally managed to make contact with Barricade’s face and for a second the Mustang’s optic flickered before coming back on line. “Fucking hell!” he hissed as he almost dropped the Lambo on the freezing ground.
“What in the world is with you two?” Jazz gasped as he tried his best to pull himself out of Soundwave’s grip around his own waist.
“Well excuse us for trying to keep you and more importantly your sparklings out of the fray!” Barricade snarled as he held Sunny fast even as the mech tried to get away. “Slagging ingrates!”
Jazz still seemed pretty outraged at being jostled about but he didn’t move from his spot even after Soundwave released him. Barricade glanced at where the Autobot Commander was to see if he or Soundwave had to dodge any “friendly fire” and was stunned to find Prowl giving Barricade a grateful look before the Autobot darted away from the scorpion’s tail. Thankfully the tail seemed damaged and was missing a good chunk of the end, including the very deadly and wicked barbed tip that Barricade remembered seeing. Barricade sent the white commander a snarl even though he was no longer looking their way.
Sideswipe had meanwhile made his own way to where they were hunkered down away from the sudden fight and darted over to his brother and mate. “Are you okay?” he gasped as he snagged Sunny’s shoulders and started looking over him for any signs of damage, turning the yellow mech this way and that in his examination.
“I’m fine!” Sunny huffed as Barricade released him into his partners care. Sunny however clearly wasn’t stupid and he remained with them away from where Optimus and the others were fighting, or more specifically dodging away, the scorpion.
It was a rather mismatched fight with the lone Decepticon clearly out numbered and surrounded but he was giving a valiant effort that was for damn sure. Jazz was shaking his head as he watched, calling out to Prowl as his husband dodged yet another swipe at him. “I’m surprised that he’s still fighting when he’s clearly out numbered,” Jazz muttered after Prowl called back that he was fine and that Jazz was to stay right where he was.
“Scorponok was never the brightest bulb,” Barricade shook his head as he turned to the fight. “Sheer determination yes, but he never did see any down side to any situation.”
And it was true. Scorponok didn’t have any real firepower like the mechs he was combating but he had agility and a brutal stubborn streak that kept him dodging and moving about the Autobots as they frantically tried to capture him or at least slow him down. The damaged tail was a hinder more than it was any help but Scorponok made up for it with sheer determination. He was going for their ankles with such single-mindedness that Barricade actually felt admiration for a moment. He was still a Decepticon, after all and he had to give credit where credit was due.
“He’s going to get shot,” Sunstreaker muttered with a shake of his head. “Why isn’t he just running?”
“Because Scorponok will never back down from a fight and he will continue to fight until either he or his enemies are dead,” Soundwave stated simply.
“Well that doesn’t seam right,” Jazz frowned.
“It’s how it is,” Barricade shrugged. “Scorponok is nothing but loyal to the Decepticon cause.”
“A cause that died when Megatron croaked,” Sideswipe reminded them. “Can’t you just tell him that it’s over or something?”
Barricade and Soundwave shared another look before Barricade glanced down at the ground where Soundwave’s team was watching the fight with rapt attention. One mech looked up at him and red optics darkened as the silver mech nodded, much to Barricade’s frustration. Clearly Megatron thought the best way to end the fight was for Scorponok to receive orders to cease said fighting. Unfortunately there were only two mechs in the whole universe that the scorpion would listen too and Barricade wasn’t one of them and Megatron wasn’t quite as recognizable or intimidating as he had been in his own body.
“Oh that’s just perfect,” Barricade huffed. Hopefully Ironhide would get a lucky shot in before everything went to hell.
“Barricade!” Optimus Prime suddenly shouted at him as he dodged another swing of Scorponok’s tail. “Don’t just stand there! Help us out!”
Barricade and Soundwave actually shared an exasperated look. “How?” Barricade called out with a small growl of his own. “What exactly is it that you want us to do?”
“He’s one of your friends, right?” Wheeljack called out angrily as he moved Ratchet behind him much to the other mech’s annoyance if his expression was anything to go by. “So talk to him!”
“Scorponok listens to no one save Blackout and Megatron!” Barricade called out. “He won’t listen to anyone no matter whose side they were on during the war!”
“And just our luck both of them are dead!” Ironhide huffed as he charged up his cannon and took a shot at the ‘Con. Scorponok easily darted away.
“Don’t kill him!” Optimus shouted frantically as soon as he heard the cannon fire. “Stop him but don’t kill him!”
“Kind of hard to do when he’s scrambling all over the place,” Ironhide shouted back. “So what do you want us to do if we can’t shoot him!”
“First off you can lessen the strength of your cannon fire!” Optimus shouted back. “We’re not at war here!”
“Try telling him that!” Wheeljack shouted as he dodged again, grabbing Ratchet and pulling him along with him even as Ratchet tried to get a shot off at the scrambling ‘Con.
Optimus sighed even as he snagged Preceptor and moved the mech out of the way of Scorponok’s pinchers. “Just try and immobilize him!”
“It won’t work!” Barricade called out helpfully.”
“Well then what will work?” Ironhide bellowed before he glanced over at the large mech that had moved quickly away as soon as weapons were brought out. “Do you think you could give us a bit of a hand?” he called out irritably.
“I do apologize but I do not believe in fighting!” Skyfire called back, stepping a bit to the side as Scorponok’s tail caught Wheeljack in the midsection and launched him into the air. Ratchet quickly scrambled after him.
“Slagging neutrals,” Ironhide huffed in frustration.
“Ironhide,” Optimus found the time to chastise.
“I know, I know!” Ironhide barked as he jumped back from the Scorpion’s whirling pinchers. “It’s just frustrating!”
“Left!” a voice shouted from the sky and Barricade looked up surprised to see Sunstorm hovering in the air watching the mass chaos with undisguised glee. “He’s going left!”
“Sunstorm!” Skyfire gasped appalled.
Sunstorm just cackled madly as he floated above them all. “I think I like this planet!” he announced excitedly. “It’s not so boring as I thought it would be.”
“Slagging Seekers!” Barricade huffed under his breath.
“What about you?” Wheeljack suddenly called out towards the ‘Cons. “Help us out here!”
“Yeah Sideswipe! Help us out here!” Ironhide called out. “You love a good fight.”
“How?” Barricade snapped back irritably. “You took our guns! Remember?” Sideswipe nodded in agreement emphatically. “What are we suppose to do? Throw snowballs at him?”
“Slag it!” Optimus actually snarled as he dodged another swipe at his ankles again.
Barricade just shook his head as he watched. It was almost comical the way the Autobots were dancing about to keep their ankles safe from the damaging strikes from the scorpion mimic. Barricade was drawn out of his musing when someone suddenly tugged on his arm and he looked over at the visor that covered Jazz’s optics.
“Can’t our ‘mutual friend’ do anything?” the Autobot whispered frantically.
“What friend?” Sunstreaker suddenly perked up looking from Barricade to Jazz in interest. “Who are you talking about?”
“It’s kind of hard to do so with them running around,” Barricade hissed back at Jazz, ignoring Sunstreaker completely.
“What are we talking about?” Sideswipe asked curiously as he looked to Jazz for an answer.
It was Barricade who answered him. “None of you business,” he snapped before turning to Soundwave. “Any ideas?”
The other ‘Con shrugged. “It is as Jazz spoke. He will not listen to us but him...”
“Like I said,” Jazz huffed indignantly.
“Who are we speaking of?” Sunstreaker demanded furiously. “Primus? Will he listen to Primus?”
“Of course not!” Barricade snapped back. “But someone else…”
“Wait a minute!” a voice suddenly called up from the ground. “Don’t we get a say in this?” Rumble shouted at them furiously. He glared at them when a hand came up onto his shoulder.
“Th-th-they’re r-r-right,” Frenzy spoke to him calmly, his optics dim with a plea for understanding. “He-he-he’s the o-o-only one-one-one who c-c-can h-h-help.”
“You can’t be agreeing to this?” Rumble gasped as he whirled around to look at his partner.
Frenzy shrugged. “I-I-it’s the o-o-only w-w-way.”
“You heard him,” Barricade drawled as he looked back at the fighting. “Slag it! We have to figure out a way to get you close to him. He really can’t speak to Scorponok from here, can he?”
“Not without the others hearing him,” Soundwave nodded.
“What is going on?” Sunstreaker huffed as he glared at the ‘Cons, furious with no one answering him. “Can someone please explain it to us!”
“No,” Barricade snapped before he suddenly frowned. “Where’d Sam and the others get off too?”
“I think they went for cover behind that piece of box,” Jazz told him pointing out the object in question.
“Just great. Right in the middle of the fight,” Barricade snarled.
“We’d best move them,” Soundwave spoke gravely.
“How?” Barricade growled. “We move into the fight and Scorponok will come after us, former comrades or not.”
The two mechs suddenly paused before they both looked down. The smaller mech stared up at them. “Oh no!” Rumble shook his head, waving his arms before him. “Absolutely not! Not while Frenzy is trying to get near an infuriated mech!”
“R-R-Rumble,” Frenzy frowned at him. “S-S-Sam-”
“I know!” Rumble suddenly growled, interrupting his husband rudely before he practically deflated. “I know,” he spoke in a quieter tone. “Just promise me that you’ll be careful.”
“I-I-I’m alway-way-way’s c-c-careful!” Frenzy laughed.
“How is Frenzy going to stop that thing?” Sunstreaker asked furiously as Rumble quickly darted away, slipping around the Autobots easily and making his way to where the humans were hiding. “He’s going to
“You’d be surprised,” Barricade drawled as he glanced at Soundwave. “We need to distract Scorponok long enough for Frenzy to get near him.”
“Affirmative,” Soundwave spoke evenly. “However it shall be difficult without our weapons.”
“Difficult yes.” Barricade suddenly broke out into a wide grin. “Impossible, no.”
Soundwave’s faceplate slid over his grin. “What do you have in mind?”
“Oh we’re all doomed,” Sunstreaker groaned dramatically.
Barricade glared at him before he looked back at Frenzy. “You ready?” Frenzy nodded, a smirk of his own gracing his features and Barricade wasn’t surprise when the optics darkened.
“So what’s the plan?” Ravage asked curiously.
“Simple,” Barricade smirked at him. “Drive him absolutely crazy.”
Ravage grinned.
“Good morning!” Judy called out cheerfully as a few people stumbled into the mess hall for breakfast. “Man you all look exhausted.”
“Those computer codes are tough,” Glen said around a huge yawn. “It’s going to take a long time to crack them even with Simmons’ help.”
“Excuse me for being one of the grunts and not higher up on the food chain,” Simmons huffed as he took his place and started snagging pancakes from the main platter. “And even the codes I know are more from my family’s personal files.”
“You’re kidding,” Maggie frowned as she looked up from her orange juice. “They haven’t changed their codes since then?”
“Isn’t that a stupid thing to do though?” Mikaela asked as she looked to Maggie and Glen who were both staring at Simmons in shock.
“You needed to tell the high command the new codes every time you did and they couldn’t remember them most of the time,” Simmons shrugged. “It was best not to ruin a good thing.”
“Honestly,” Maggie shook her head as she plucked a sausage.
“Good morning everyone!” Keller called out as he entered the building; his two guards and Fig close behind. One guard held the door open so Fig could hobble in with his crutches.
“Morning,” Glen waved.
“Good morning John,” Judy smiled. “I was going to ask, what was with that call yesterday while you and the mechs were setting up the courtyard?”
“Call?” Keller asked puzzled before understanding dawned. “Oh! There was a delivery for the Autobots.”
Everyone in the mess hall froze, each one just staring at Keller in complete shock. Even Keller’s own guards were looking rather horrified. Realizing that everyone had gone silent Keller looked up at the stunned faces. “Oh! No, don’t worry,” he laughed reassuringly and everyone’s shoulders drooped. “I’ve taken care of it.”
“What do you mean?” Simmons frowned even more mystified than he had been before. “What was it?”
“Something the mechs lost during the war with Megatron or something,” Keller shrugged.
“So when should we expect the delivery guy?” Fig groaned as he set his crutches aside and accepted the plate of scrambled eggs from Judy.
Keller actually burst out laughing again. “We don’t,” he told them with a grin.
“What?” Fig looked up surprised. “What do you mean?”
“John,” Judy drawled suspiciously. “What did you do?”
Keller started snickering. “Well, I finally had it with all the deliveries they kept ordering and I finally decided that if they’re ordering things then they should be the one’s getting them.”
“What?” Simmons looked utterly confused. “You sent it back?”
“No,” Keller shook his head. “I pulled some strings and had it sent straight to Optimus Prime!”
A sudden commotion sounded from the doorway and the group watched surprised as Mojo suddenly darted into the room, Spindle right behind him with Neurotoxic trying frantically to snag the steering wheel before it caught the tiny dog. Judy dropped the pan of eggs as she instantly went after the group. “No Spindle! No! Bad Spindle!” she shouted as she chased after them.
Everyone watched as the entire group bolted out the opposite door. “Besides,” Keller continued as he took a bite of his toast. “We have enough trouble here as it is.”
Fig laughed as he raised his coffee mug in salute. “I’ll drink to that!”
-To Be Continued

Author's Note: Yeah, I know. I'm evil! So please join us next time for chapter One Hundred Sixty Six: Scorpion Scramble
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