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By The Black Dragon Queen

Chapter One Hundred Seventy Eight: Of Pink Drinks and Reigning It In
"Damn it Will, it's my room too!"
Sam glanced down the hall as he exited his and Miles' own room at the now familiar scene. Epps, outside his door pounding on it while Will, presumable inside, had locked said door. For the past week or so Will had almost become a ghost to Sam, Epps and the others. Preferring to remain below decks with the crew than with them or the mechs.
When asked why Will was acting strange, Ironhide would just start grumbling indistinctly while Ratchet and Jazz burst out laughing causing Ironhide to spend most of his time with Soundwave startling enough. Optimus was no help as he would fluster at the question and the others were just as baffled as he was. Sam was certain 'Bee or even 'Cade would have been able to tell him yet neither one was ever alone or at least far enough a way from the others for Sam to have a private conversation with either of them.
Which was understandable since they were confined to the deck of the ship. It was very hard to find any privacy when forced into one another's company but what was strange was how the other mechs were acting. It almost seemed as if the other believed that they took their optics off of either Bumblebee or Barricade for even a millisecond that they would disappear right in front of them.
If 'Bee wasn't crowded by Jazz or even Ironhide, when he wasn't sulking over whatever had happened with Will, Optimus and Ratchet were flanking him and making small talk. On the other side of the equation, Barricade was always surrounded by Soundwave, Ironhide who flitted from one to the other depending on how infuriating Jazz and Ratchet were being towards him and Prowl which Sam had no idea how that had come about. He thought the Autobot patrol car still, if not outright hated 'Cade at least wasn't friendly with him.
The real shocker however had been Sunstreaker's attitude towards the two younger mechs. He was no longer surly towards them; in fact he wasn't even speaking with them. Instead it seemed he had set his children loose on the Decepticon Interceptor. Apparently the thought process was while 'Cade taught Sunstorm about Earth, the younger twins would be added to the class as it had been proven that 'Bee was right all along and they did understand English and Cybertronion, though Sam was just as baffled as how that had come about as Will's strange mood.
Barricade had grumbled a bit and Sunstorm was rather put out that all the exciting bits about human culture had been edited for younger audios but Sideswipe had also joined as a supervisor. Though whether he was supervising the younger twins or Barricade Sam wasn't sure. Sunstorm certainly was having fun annoying the red mech. Ironhide had called it cosmic justice for all the times Sideswipe had been annoying to them that he would meet up with a mech who was even more so than he ever was and that that mech had chosen Sideswipe as his primary target.
Perceptor and Wheeljack had joined in with 'Bee's class to answer the more in depth questions their fellow scientist had about Earth to the best of their ability but more often than not they were the ones asking Bumblebee questions. Bumblebee handled it well however, answering their technical questions to the best of his own ability. So far the only ones not involved in the goings on above deck was Soundwave and his team. Smart in Sam's opinion. Speaking of-
"Hi Rumble! Frenzy!"
"S-S-Sam!" Frenzy smiled widely as he and his other half approached, Rumble just lifted his hand in what Sam supposed was a wave. "Wha-wha-what's up?"
"Nothing really," Sam smiled at them, "just heading to the galley."
There was a pause. "Fascinating," Rumble muttered blandly.
Frenzy frowned at him before turning back to Sam. "K-k-kay. W-w-we'll c-c-"
"We'll join you," Rumble clarified quickly as they fell into step along side him. Frenzy glared at him again. "What?" Rumble asked as they headed down the hall past a still shouting Epps. "When your… 'situation'," Rumble made air quotes around that particular word, "is taken care of you have got to get that glitch taken care of."
Optics darkened and Frenzy's head tilted. "Are you sure it's just a glitch?" a deeper voice asked clandestinely and Rumble's optics went bright with shock as he froze in the middle of the hallway.
"You mean it's not?"
"He's just teasing," Sam broke in quickly before Rumble could properly freak out. "Aren't you?"
Meg just shrugged. "If you say so."
"What does that mean?" Rumble demanded and Megatron shrugged again but refrained from saying anything more as Sam opened the door to the galley. His caution was a moot point however as only Miles, Ravage and the birds were situated around one of the tables.
Sam stared at the large pitchers scattered in front of them. "Where'd you get the Energon? I thought it was rationed to Sunny and the jet twins?"
"We did something none of the others thought to do," Laserbeak chuckled as a clawed foot pulled one of the pitchers closer. "We asked Ratchet for some."
"And he just gave it to you?" Sam asked surprised as Miles handed him a tray he had gotten for his roommate.
"Yeah!" Buzzsaw snickered. "Amazing huh?"
"I'm speechless," Rumble deadpanned. Megatron, or Frenzy, didn't comment as they were already downing a glass full of the glowing pink liquid.
"Yum," Megatron smirked as he thumped the glass back down.
"Is that really that good?" Miles asked curiously as Megatron refilled his glass.
"Of course it is," Ravage stated as he lifted his head from his own glass.
Sam wondered at that, as he didn't think Ravage had thumbs but being an intelligent being from another planet he assumed Ravage knew what he was doing. "Really?" he asked Rumble instead. "Does it have like a unique tasted or does it always taste the same?"
"Actually it does," Rumble answered him, ignoring Megatron downing yet another full glass in five seconds. "Aged Energon has a bit more sweetness to it while High Grade is more of a sharp… 'tang' is the word?" Miles and Sam nodded. "While lower grade is thinned down and has a bit of a flat taste."
"And this is the aged mixture from the ARC?" Miles asked as he leaned over to look at the pitcher closest to him. Megatron thumped down his third glass and reached over for Mile's empty water glass. Pouring in about a half a mouthful he passed it back while Rumble passed over Sam's still empty glass.
Miles stared down at the pink fluid swishing about dubiously. After taking a small sniff he stuck his tongue out and tilted the glass enough that the liquid just touched the tip of it. His eyes instantly went cross and he slammed the glass back down. "That's absolutely horrid!" he practically shouted. Sam paused in the act of lifting his own glass to his lips and looked down at the glowing pink drink apprehensively.
"What did it taste like for you?" Laserbeak asked curiously.
"Like moldy oil," Miles made a face.
"How do you know what moldy oil even tastes like?" Sam asked surprised.
"Does oil even get mold?" Ravage muttered doubtfully.
"What's mold?" Buzzsaw asked.
"No idea," Rumble stated looking towards Miles for an explanation.
While his friend was trying to explain the bacteria process to metal beings Sam looked back down at his glass again as he set it down. Shockingly it was pushed back into his line of vision and he looked up surprised to meet dark red optics. "Just try it if only to say you did."
Sam hesitated a moment before he finally decided why not and snagging the glass back up downed it in one go. Miles and the others stopped talking to watch him, or more specifically the funny faces Miles looked like he expected Sam to pull. Sam for his part actually stared down at his glass in surprise like he couldn't believe what he tasted. "It's actually pretty good." Sam sounded absolutely stunned.
Miles gave him a sideways stare. "Seriously?"
"Seriously," Sam nodded as he poured just another mouthful into his glass just to see if his downing it wasn't a fluke. Sipping slowly his eyes got even wider. "It really is good!"
Miles just shook his head as he turned back towards his breakfast. "You're just weird."
"Says the guy who hates pineapple," Sam drawled.
"They're squishy and weird!" his friend instantly argued. As the two humans bantered about the pros and cons of the tropical fruit Megatron just smirked knowingly to himself as he poured another glass.
"Are you trying to get my partner drunk?" A voice next to him hissed and Megatron glanced over at the other mech in surprise.
"Do you really think your mate is that much of a 'light weight' that this little bit would get him tipsy?"
"Frenzy never had Energon aged as this!"
Megatron snorted as he took another swig. "I'm sure Barricade broke him of that dry streak really quick," he announced as set the glass aside. He froze momentarily as if listening to something before he nodded. "And Frenzy says you're being an controlling wrench and that you should trust him more." Rumble's squawking brought Miles and Sam's attentions back to the mechs and Sam raised an eyebrow at Meg in askance. Meg just smirked. "He's so much fun to mess with," he said in way of explanation that extracted yet another squawk from the other mech and chuckles from the others.
Megatron shook his head as he leaned back when he realized he was being stared at. Glancing to his left he found that he actually had to look slightly down to meet the gaze. Ravage looked up at him with a distinctly feline sly grin. Megatron tilted his head in a silent question that only made Ravage's smile grow wider. "You knew," the cat accused.
Turning back to his glass Meg gave another half shrug. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Hmmmm," Ravage hummed before he made a pointed look at Sam before turning back to Megatron. "If you say so." They shared a rather secretive smile that quickly dropped when they realized they were being stared at by the rest of table's occupants.
"Now that's a scary picture," Laserbeak drawled.
"Do we even want to know what it is you two are planning?" Buzzsaw asked, inching closer to his partner.
Megatron laughed. "Be afraid… be very, very afraid."
"'Afraid' isn't the word I'm thinking of," Sam chuckled. "Horrified maybe."
"Petrified," Miles laughed.
"Freaked," Rumble put in his own opinion.
"Humph!" Megatron ignored them as he poured yet another glass.
Sam stared down at the fourth, or was it the fifth, glass Meg had poured for himself. "You wouldn't happen to be a closet alcoholic would you?"
"Do you know how long it's been since I've had Aged Energon? Good Aged Energon?"
Before anyone could hazard a guess, or in the condors case, poke fun at Megatron's age, the door to the suddenly slammed open and two figures entered the gallery still shouting at each other. Red optics suddenly lightened, as Megatron allowed Frenzy to take control once more and Sam briefly wondered why they hadn't even heard them coming. Epps in particular was being quite loud.
"Seriously Will! You can't just keep hiding in our room! You'll have to face whatever it is eventually!"
"Not if I can help it," Will growled as he stomped towards the occupied table.
"Well at least let me in the room one in a while, will ya? I doubt any of the mechs are going to suddenly shrink and be able to confront you anytime soon!" Epps huffed.
"When Wheeljack is concerned though, that might actually happen sooner rather than later," Laserbeak snickered.
"Oh God!" Will groaned as he snagged a glass off the table and downed it in one go despite the cries of alarm from the table's occupants. Lowering the glass Will looked about at the small group baffled while Meg silently bemoaned the loss of an whole glass of Energon. "What?"

"What?" Barricade frowned at the mechs in front of him. He had been in a staring contest with the for at least an hour and it didn't seem as if any of the so called "righteous" Autobots were coming to his rescue, the cowards. If this went on any longer Barricade would throw himself overboard.
He had thought about just throwing the staring mechs over instead but he had already angered Sunstreaker as it was. Besides, throwing the Jet twins overboard would do nothing but piss everybody off. Barricade thus decided to take the rout of indifference and ignore the two small mechlings.
"Please sir captain commander Barricade sir? We now videogame play, yes?"
"No," Barricade instantly countered. The two mechs were now staring, and glaring at him, if that was to be believed, and the yellow orangey one seemed put out at being argued with. The blue one looked ready to come to his brother's defense when Barricade let out a huff. "Why don't you go find Sam or Epps and play cards again or something?"
"The Humans play no longer with us," Jetstorm explained rather miserably. "They say we gooder than them."
"'Better'," Barricade instantly corrected before he internally yelled at himself for encouraging the two miscreants to continue the conversation.
"Yes sir captain commander Barricade sir," they both chorused and Barricade sent a glare Soundwave's way for explaining to the two young fliers all of Barricade's titles. "We now game play, yes?"
Barricade sighed and desperately looked about for something to keep the brats occupied. Help came from an unlikely source as Ironhide trumped over. From the snickers, 'Cade could guess that Ratchet was teasing him again. Seriously, Optimus should ban him from any further encounters with Wheeljack if this was his temperament whilst expecting. The medic was downright mean when he wanted to be.
"What are you three up too?" Ironhide asked as he looked from Barricade lounging on the deck with the two sparklings seated at his feet.
"We play game next!" Jetfire announced firmly turning to Barricade with a triumphant smile.
"You'll have a long wait then," Barricade smirked. Hell, now he had three gazes glaring at him. He'd better speak up before Ironhide decided to power up his cannons. "Look, why don't you go speak to Skyfire and Sunstorm about flying again?"
The twins instantly perked up. "Oh yes! Flying will be fun!" Jetstorm grinned excitedly. "We fly when there is land, yes? I wait no longer!"
Jetfire made a face. "Better if we fly longer than minutes equal ten."
"Hey, you're the one who nearly slammed into my face," Ironhide huffed, but there was a smile on his face to show the young ones he was only teasing.
"And what a loss that would have been," 'Cade quipped. Aw hell, now they were all glaring at him again.
"There is that issue we still need to address properly though," a new voice entered the conversation and Barricade was pleased to witness Ironhide jumping straight up in the air at the mech's sudden appearance.
"Where the slag did you come from?" Ironhide grumbled.
Perceptor made a dismissive sound. "From the other side of the deck of course."
"Of course," Ironhide muttered and Perceptor huffed again before he turned back down towards the two pairs of optics watching them intently.
"You both know that you can not just go flying off wherever you want, correct?"
"Yes sir," the twins chorused. Even Ironhide knew they were contemplating leaving the older mechs far behind as soon as the first opportunity arose.
"How in the universe did two Autobots have such Decepticon kids, that's what I want to know," Barricade muttered under his breath as he went back to his game. Ironhide didn't hear him but the blasted microscope mimic did as he burst out laughing.
"They're defiantly 'Side's children, that is for certain."
"What about them?" Sideswipe asked alarmed as he appeared at Ironhide's other side. Unfortunately Ironhide didn't jump this time around.
With a sigh, Barricade allowed his character to be killed off and put the data pad player away as it seemed he wouldn't be left in piece anytime soon. Jetfire whipped about at the sound of the game menu but the pad was already out of sight and 'Cade just gave him a rather pointed look before turning back towards the conversation the other older mechs were having.
"What about their flying?" Sideswipe asked surprised as he glanced down at the two still seated on the deck. "Skyfire and Sunstorm already said they would be more than happy to teach them."
"Yes, 'teach them'," Prowl agreed as he joined them. This time it was Perceptor who jumped, though not as jerkily as Ironhide had. Barricade wondered if it had something to do with 'Hides bigger build.
"What about it?" Sunstreaker asked and Barricade really mourned whatever peace he had had. "We're lucky we encountered two filers before they were born."
"And I'm not saying that they shouldn't be taught to fly. It's a forgone conclusion as they are jets," Prowl soothed. "But they won't be able to teach them properly until we reach the base."
"And these two are going to take off the moment we're off this tub," Barricade put in cheerfully. Both fliers glared at him and looked as if they were about to argue when Sunstreaker shot them both a sharp look. Jetfire's mouth clicked shut quickly.
"You can't really blame them however," Perceptor pacified Sunny. "They were born flies and none of us have any idea what they're going though being grounded as they are."
"We are here you know," Jetstorm huffed.
"Yes, you are," Prowl agreed before turning back to Perceptor. "Has Skyfire said anything about how the mechs of Vos kept their own sparklings under control?"
Perceptor frowned. "Not particularly. He was a scientist, and admittedly we don't pay much attention to anything other than our experiments."
"Please tell me someone got that on tape," Ironhide chuckled. Perceptor sent him a glare of his own.
"But they were sparklings themselves once upon a time, weren't they?" Prowl tried to keep the conversation on track. "They must remember something."
"Hang on and I'll go get them!" Perceptor nodded.
"Or better yet, why don't all of you just go over there!" Barricade suggested but Perceptor was already on his way back with the larger plane in tow. Sunstorm it seemed was engaged in a, hopefully, mock fight with Scorponok, pincers versus electro rod. Barricade was rooting for the scorpion.
"Air ceilings," Skyfire said without preamble as he approached them.
Prowl frowned. "What?"
"How can you put a ceiling on the sky?" Perceptor questioned stunned at the notion.
Skyfire shook his head. "I meant lower the ceiling on their altitude gauges. No more than maybe…" he looked down at the twins who seemed extremely put out by the conversation. "Maybe a couple hundred feet or so."
Barricade could already sense the fight leaving the two younger ones and the flight instinct taking over, literally, and he quickly reached out and snagged the two.
"Hey!" Jetfire cried out angrily as he tried to yank his arm out of Barricade's grasp. Rather than fight his own way free, Jetstorm instantly went to his brothers aid and tried to pry Barricade's fingers off of him when another hand clamped on his shoulder and Barricade released Jetstorm into Skyfire's care. Jetfire fought even harder as a string of what had to be Russian curse words flew out of his mouth.
"You hush," Sunstreaker glared down at him as he clamped a hand on Jetfire's other shoulder. "This is for your safety! Behave yourself!"
"And our sanity," Barricade mumbled again, ignoring Sunstreaker's heated glare.
"We're just making sure nothing happens to you," Sideswipe picked up the explanation as he knelt so he could look Jetfire in the optic. "We worry about you and want to make sure that not only that you get to even fly but that we can ensure you don't fly into a tree or a building or anything."
"Trust the adults to know what we are doing," Prowl reasoned as Skyfire seemed finished with Jetstorm's system and Barricade happily handed the more feisty of the two over to the larger mech.
"The ceiling isn't such a bad idea but I doubt that's going to deter then," he finally gave up the battle and joined the exchange proper, smirking at the twin sets of glares set his way from both sets of twins. "They may only be able to go so high but they can still go forward faster than we can."
Skyfire frowned at that. "He does have a point but I have no idea what to do about it. My caretakers were fliers too so they themselves were always faster than I."
"Perhaps the others have an idea," Perceptor suggested.
"Maybe," Prowl hummed and he waved Jazz over and Barricade groaned.
"Can't you lot take this conversation elsewhere? It has nothing to do with me."
"What's up?" Jazz asked curiously, tugging 'Bee behind him.
"Any ideas how to keep the younger twins from taking off the moment we hit soil?" Ironhide asked point blank.
Jazz cocked his head. "What?"
"We've gotten the height taken care of, it's the horizontal that's the problem."
"Can't you slow 'em down?" Jazz asked.
"Not unless we want them to crash," Skyfire shook his head. Sunny and Jetfire both let out a cry of dismay.
Jazz turned to Bumblebee. "Any ideas?"
Bumblebee for his part was smarter than he appeared as he hesitated over what was obviously an idea he thought wouldn't go well with the others. Or so Barricade deduced. He had gotten quite good and interpreting the bug's small twitches and shifts in stance. "Out with it."
'Bee sent him a betrayed but unsurprised look as everyone turned to stare at him. "Well… When I go with Sam to the mall, sometimes I see parents with their kids on… well…"
Prowl looked rather confused. "On what?"
'Bee shrugged helplessly. "Leashes."
An appalled silence. "I thought those were only for pets," Jazz frowned.
"I'm just telling you what I saw!" 'Bee defended himself while Sunstreaker and Sideswipe looked on the verge of panicking.
"Perhaps we can ask one of the humans for clarification," Perceptor suggested quickly to diffuse the oncoming tantrum from the older twins. "Such as Ron and Steve." The other mechs looked over where he was pointing to see that the two had appeared on the deck for some fresh air and were speaking to Optimus and Ratchet.
"I'll get 'em!" Jazz offered much to Barricade's dismay.
Steve was actually nodded when Jazz returned with the two human fathers. "Child harnesses," Steve affirmed. "Best invention ever for rambunctious, hyperactive kids."
"You mean you do leash them?" Ironhide sounded horrified.
"They're just harnesses with some leeway for 'em to run around but not too far. Like… um, ahh…well, leashes." Steve quickly took in the horrified looks and elaborated. "Not infants! Just toddlers!" The mechs relaxed some.
"Which I guess they are at this point," Ron frowned as he stared at the two dismayed jet twins.
Jazz was nodding. "Actually, that's not such a bad idea." The jet twins looked to be on the verge of mutiny. "Not harnesses, they can slip out of those but these so called 'leashes' could help us keeping them from getting lost. At least until we reach the base and Sunstorm and Skyfire can teach them properly without the humans spotting them."
"But what would we use as material?" Perceptor inquired.
"Sleds," Sideswipe cried out triumphantly, startling 'Bee beside him. The bug had the audacity however not to jump in surprise.
Sunstreaker sent his husband a horrified stare. "You want to hook them up to the sleds?"
"What? No!" Sideswipe instantly backpedaled. "Just the cables we used to pull them!"
He quickly retrieved a few and Skyfire looked them over critically. "These might actually work," he agreed and the younger twins groaned.
"I'll get Wheeljack!" and Jazz was off again. It was short work creating two rather long, reinforced leashes that Wheeljack quickly found a way to hook onto the jet twins back frame, dead center of their backs. The others had wandered over to see what was going on periodically but upon seeing that the situation had arisen and promptly taken care of by the small group, Optimus moved back over to the other side to continue speaking with Ratchet and Soundwave.
"Will it hold if they transform?" Prowl asked.
"It should," Wheeljack mused as he finished hooking it onto Jetstorm's frame.
Barricade looked at the twins who were staring at each other's clips rather intently when he reached forward and pulled the two apart. "Best keep them from freeing the other if you actually want this to work."
Sunstreaker instantly reached out and snagged Jetfire's arm and tugged him away from where he had been leaning forward, just shy of arm's length from Jetstorm's back. The jet twins instantly began trying to get the leashes off of themselves as Sam and Miles approached, Soundwave's team making their own way towards their commander.
"What in the world are those?" Sam asked horrified as he stared at the cords attached to the twins' backs.
"A Cybertronion's equivalent of a child harnesses," Steve chuckled and Miles set the two a rather sympathetic look.
They adult mechs were admiring their handiwork and Barricade was hoping that he could get back to his game sooner rather than later when a bird landed on the deck. "What in the world?" Skyfire stared down at the creature rather amazed and Perceptor quickly explained birds to the other mech.
"-This particular one is called a Seagull."
"Seagull?" Jazz whipped around surprised as he stared down at the bird that didn't seem to care that the exceedingly larger creatures were towering over him.
Ironhide suddenly and without warning, jumped up excitedly, causing Perceptor to shriek as he tumbled backwards in didn't seem to notice or just didn't care as he waved his arm's frantically looking like the seagull that Perceptor and Skyfire had been examining. "LAND HO!"
Cheers erupted across the deck as the adults, mech and human alike rejoiced while Jetfire and Jetstorm tried even harder to remove the leashes. Ravage just shook his head at their rather feisty jubilation as he made his way around Scorponok, who probably had absolutely no idea what was actually going on but prancing about the deck nonetheless, and headed towards the neon medic.
Ratchet grinned down at him. "Excited?"
"Mmm," Ravage confirmed. "But I actually I wanted your opinion on something."
"Shoot," Ratchet grinned down at him as he sent a thumbs up Sunstorm's way. Sunstorm looked puzzled before he was pulled into a rather excited conversation with his companion about what they would do once they finally reached actual populated land.
Ravage waited a moment, trying to figure out how best to word his question when he finally just asked it. "What do you think Energon, aged Energon at that, would do to a human's, rather a normal human's, internal systems?"
Ratchet froze in the act of high fiveing Optimus and whirled around to stare down at the cat in complete shock, ignoring Optimus' hand accidentally coming down on the back of his head. "What?"
-To Be Continued.

Join us next time for chapter One Hundred and Seventy Nine! The Road Home
A/N: Oh, someone is in TROUBLE! :P Now I know there is no excuse for such an absence but a family member was given so many months to live around the beginning of this year right after another member died after new years and after he passed late spring/early summer it was a huge fight with his girlfriend over the property. Now I have a wedding to atend to next month of which we just learned the bride (our side of the family) has signed up her wedding to be on a Reality TV show. Cue the drama!
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