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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s note:Back to the base we go! Most of my AN's are at the end of the fic! So please read on!
PAIRINGS REVEALED THUS FAR:
Wheeljack x Ratchet, Inferno x Red Alert, Sunstreaker X Sideswipe, Past Prowl x Jazz
Font Index: “Speaking”, ‘Thinking’, “-Radio Transmissions-”, “Cybertronion” “:Link:”

Chapter Thirty-One: Sharing the Shocking News
Wheeljack had taken over the radio mike as he quickly rattled off Earth's position before the transmitter suddenly clicked off… dead. Wheeljack shook his head as he looked down at the smoldering machine in disgust. "I really hope Perceptor comes up with a working fuel source soon… I can't work like this," the bi-color mech muttered.
Ratchet wasn't disappointed with the temperamental machines decision to stop working though. They had managed to contact some of their missing comrades. This was huge! Even his earlier jealousy over Wheeljack's closeness to the science geek no longer was the stabbing pain it had been earlier. More like a dull throb. "I have to go tell Optimus!" Ratchet cried as he turned to go find their missing leader.
Ratchet's exit was cut short however when Wheeljack suddenly caught his arm, halting any of the medic's movements. "Ratchet…"
Ratchet paused and turned back towards the other mech, a look of puzzlement dominating his features. "Yes?" he asked, watching the other mech carefully for any indication of what it could be that was bothering him.
Wheeljack watched his future husband go from slightly concerned to nearly full-blown worry as he continued to remain silent. Sighing, he released the other’s arm and took a small step back. "I'll go with you," he said instead. "Just let me secure a few things first."
Ratchet's worry instantly melted away and he smiled again as he began speaking about how nice it would be to have more of the Autobots around the base. Wheeljack gave the occasional nod or shake of the head when needed but mostly remained silent as Ratchet continued on. With a sigh, he moved to secure the still smoking transmitter while listening to Ratchet with only one audio sensor. 'I have to get another sample for Perceptor to test,' he was thinking instead of listening to what his intended was saying. 'There's something going on with this group and if anything happens to Ratchet Primus help me…'
"Wheeljack, are you even listening to me?" Ratchet suddenly poked Wheeljack on the shoulder.
"Yes, I am," Wheeljack responded. "And I think having Blaster here will most definitely help us in trying to contact the other teams too. Now shall we find Optimus and tell him the good news?"
Ratchet's smile widened, something that Wheeljack didn't think was possible as they turned and began heading out to the main courtyard. "The only thing is," Ratchet suddenly said in a more subdued tone, "how are we going break the news about Jazz to Prowl?"
Wheeljack turned to look back at this partner and shook his head. "I don't know," he said honestly. "Being separated across the galaxy, their Link was strained but once he arrives on the planet it will be obvious to him that Jazz's end of the Link is gone."
Ratchet looked miserable. "Optimus is worried that Prowl will try and follow him," he suddenly admitted and Wheeljack froze in his tracks.
"What?" he cried in disbelief. "I know Prowl isn't the most emotional of 'Bots but to actually think that he would offline himself?"
"Optimus is just trying to think of any and all possible scenarios for when he learns of what happened," Ratchet tried to explain. "The other being that he'll bury himself in work and fall into a downward spiral of what humans call 'survivors guilt'."
Wheeljack shook his head, wondering once again in disbelief. "I don't think that Prowl would go that far," he said more to himself than the mech beside him. "Prowl is strong, always has been."
"Yes, but this is the death of his husband we're talking about. If they were together when Jazz had died you know as well as I that the forced break in their bond would have killed Prowl then and there."
Wheeljack frowned behind his plate; not liking where the conversation was heading and he suddenly reached out and yanked Ratchet to his side. Ratchet was surprised at the sudden gesture and looked up at his intended with an amused look on his face. "What?" he asked him.
"Nothing," Wheeljack muttered. "Can we speak of something else now?" he asked him.
Ratchet instantly turned more serious and knew that the current topic was beginning to sadden his partner. "Well," he said instead as they reached the yard. "Where do you suppose everyone went?"
Wheeljack shrugged as he looked up at the nearly completed work tower. "Well, I know Optimus mentioned speaking to a 'Keller' over the 'phone' for something."
Ratchet made an irritated huffing sound. "Probably hoping that Keller had a copy of that contract he lost…" he growled.
Wheeljack turned back to his comrade in confusion. "Contract?" he asked.
"Oh," Ratchet smirked. "The gremlin took one of Optimus' contracts that he had with the humans," he explained. "He's probably trying to get them to deliver one of their 'generators' more quickly now that you've discovered the problem with the human fuel system." Ratchet sighed. "So this means we'll have to wait until he's done with the negotiations before speaking to him."
Wheeljack shook his head as they turned to leave the deserted yard. "Well, we should be able to at least tell the others. So where are they?"
A suddenly large "boom" followed the engineer’s question and a plume of smoke rose in the distance. The two mech turned to watch the dark cloud slowly dissipate before another "boom" and a new smoke cloud rose in its place. "Well, this is only a guess mind you, but I would think that Ironhide is on the long gun range."
"Really?" Wheeljack drawled as another "boom" and a new smoke cloud rose in the distance. "What would give you such a ridiculous notion?"
Ratchet elbowed him before heading towards the main gate and out of the Autobots’ base. Hopping the moat, he started heading in the smoke's direction with Wheeljack quickly jogging to catch up. Ratchet tried to slow his steps but he was just so excited to tell someone the good news that he was continually increasing his speed. He was so excited that he was surprised when Wheeljack suddenly reached forward and yanked him back so he was even with the other mech as yet another boulder exploded almost right in front of them. Both mechs frowned as dust and small debris began to rain down on them.
"Nice shot!" Ironhide's loud voice cried out from behind a cluster of large boulders. "Now try and get that one!"
"Cease fire!" Ratchet shouted angrily as he firmly marched around the rock formation and headed for the small group of Autobots on the other side. "First you two are furious with each other and now that Optimus practically gave us the rest of the day off you two are back to being the best of friends? " he shouted angrily as he came around the corner, only to freeze in complete shock as the group finally came into sight.
Sure enough, Inferno was there hanging out with Ironhide but it was not him who was in competition with the weapons specialist. He was actually sitting to the side with Red Alert watching the small friendly competition between his best friends and surprisingly Sideswipe! Wheeljack chuckled at Ratchet's completely slack jawed amazement.
Sideswipe raised a hand and waved as the two made their way over to the group. "Hey! Sorry. We didn't hit you did we?" the red Lamborghini asked.
"What?" Ratchet managed to snap out of his daze. "No. No you didn't. But, what are you doing out here? Where's Sunny?"
Sides' let out a long suffering sigh as he set his blaster down on one of the flat boulders they were using as a makeshift table. "Painting," he replied glumly.
Both Ratchet and Wheeljack looked puzzled at this announcement. "Um, did you say painting?" Wheeljack asked curiously. Ironhide's wide grin was proof enough that the two mechs had heard correctly.
"Yeah," Sides confirmed. "He said he was sick of looking at gray all the time, and he ordered some industrial paint off the Internet the other day."
"What?" Ratchet bellowed. "You weren't supposed to do that anymore!"
"Oh no," Wheeljack groaned and Ratchet turned to look at him curiously but Wheeljack turned to address Sideswipe. "Don't tell me he hacked into my account and added it to my own order."
Sideswipe nodded and Ratchet soon caught on to what they were saying. While the twins were now banned from ordering off the 'Net, Wheeljack managed to convince Optimus that it would be better for him to get most of his equipment this way. It was better than trying to get it from a store for sure and while they still had a huge bill for delivery way out in the desert, once Optimus knew that they were able to briefly contact Prowl, he probably would agree that it was worth it too. With a sigh, Ratchet turned back to Sides. "So why is he painting it now?" he asked instead. "Wouldn't it be better to wait until after we modify the base?"
Sides shrugged as he moved to sit down next to Inferno and Red. Ratchet and Wheeljack instantly followed suit and sat down as they all watched with rather morbid fascination as Ironhide proceeded to blow up strategically placed rocks with précised, deadly accuracy. "I don't know why it suddenly became such a big deal for him to paint the hanger," Sideswipe muttered finally after a particularly large explosion. "But Sunny said if he went one more day looking at the bare gray wall he was going to blow a circuit or something."
"Wait, he's not paining the outside is he?" Ratchet suddenly asked, concerned. "Because if any human does happen to do a fly by, not to mention if Starscream manages to wander out here-"
"No," Sideswipe reassured him. "He knows at least that much." There was a snort from Ironhide and both Red and Ratchet instantly turned to glare at the Top Kick who was oblivious to their dark looks as he took another shot.
"Well then, what's the problem?" Wheeljack asked him. "If he wants to paint the hanger, what's the big deal?"
Inferno and Ironhide began chuckling as Sides suddenly slumped in dismay. Wheeljack and Ratchet looked back and forth between their friends in puzzlement as Inferno leaned forward to thump Sides on the back. "Tell them what color he's painting it," the fire rig told him and to their amazement, Sides was able to slouch even more. It was amazing that he didn't fall forward.
"He's paining it all Salmon."
Ratchet and Wheeljack looked puzzled as Inferno and Ironhide both began laughing while Red Alert tried to glare his spouse into silence as Sides slumped even more. "As in the fish?" Ratchet asked curiously and both of the gunners laughed even harder.
Red looked a little embarrassed. "That's what I asked too," he admitted over the din of laughing.
Ratchet frowned at this and glared at the two still laughing hyenas. "Will you both shut up before I decide to disconnect your vocal processors?" They instantly went silent. With a nod, Ratchet turned back to Sides. "Is that such a bad thing?"
"It is nice to do something different once in a while," Red also tried to reassure the other mech.
Wheeljack wasn't paying attention however, as his thoughts once more went back to the discussion that he and the others of his team had had a few days after their arrival. As inconspicuously as he could, Wheeljack tried to be nonchalant as he stood and made his way over to the other side next to Inferno. The largest red mech glanced at him and with a nod of understanding, scooted himself further away from the others trying to comfort Sides. With a glance to ensure that Ironhide was occupying himself with his target practice Wheeljack leaned forward. "Did you get Red's test results back from Perceptor?"
Inferno nodded, still keeping an eye on his husband to ensure that they were not overheard. "Negative," he announced glumly.
Wheeljack nodded though at the answer he had been expecting. "He said the same thing about Ratchet," he told the other mech.
"It just doesn't make any sense," Inferno insisted. "Since they're acting so strangely, I could have sworn that it was a virus."
"Well he said that it wasn't possible because he found absolutely nothing odd in their systems," Wheeljack muttered sourly.
"But then what else could it be?"
Wheeljack shrugged but quickly moved back into a rather relaxed position as Ironhide became bored with competing with just himself and wandered back over to the group. "So what's up?" he asked them as he began dismantling and cleaning his guns.
The two shrugged as the other three turned to join in on the conversation. "Do you know how long Optimus is going to be speaking with Keller?" Ratchet asked his teammate.
"Who knows," Ironhide muttered. "You know Optimus. He'll probably be working out some detail or other about getting material for the base."
"True," Ratchet sighed. "And we have something important to discuss with him." He sent a sly grin towards Wheeljack who smirked in response. Inferno looked interested as Red Alert perked up and was listening intently.
Ironhide however was completely oblivious to the teasing tone of Ratchet's words. "Well, good luck. You know how Optimus can drone on for hours."
Ratchet sighed and shook his head at his friend obliviousness but it was Sideswipe who asked the question that was on everyone's mind. "What news?"
Ratchet smirked as he leaned forward to whisper so just the smaller mech could hear him. Ironhide frowned as he saw undisguised glee cross Sideswipe’s face plating while Red and Inferno leaned closer to find out what was going on. "What is it?" Red asked confused. "Did you find out what Starscream was up to or something? Did he get sucked into a black hole?"
Ratchet snorted. "We only wish," he muttered. "But it does have to do with space." The medic was forced to jerk to the side however as Sideswipe suddenly jumped up.
"I have to go tell Sunny!" the younger mech announced and without another word, he turned and began running towards the base, actually taking a flying leap over the moat in order to get to his spouse faster.
Inferno watched him go curiously. "Will someone tell me what that was all about?" He asked getting irritated at the lack of explanations.
Wheeljack and Ratchet smiled at each other and Ratchet gained a devious smirk as he turned towards the still muttering top kick. "Aren't you at least curious?" he called out.
"About what?" Ironhide replied as he started slapping his cannon back together.
Shaking his head, Ratchet smirked. "Well, nothing really," he said rather calmly. "Just that we got a signal earlier…"
"A signal?" Red cried out in surprise as Inferno moved closer to his partner, listening intently.
"A signal?" Ironhide repeated, his gun cleaning forgotten about as he moved to stand next to Ratchet's lounging form. "What signal?"
Ratchet smirked up at Ironhide. "I thought you weren't interested."
"Well let's just say you now have my attention," Ironhide frowned. "What signal?"
"Well, it was from outer space," Ratchet admitted. "It was actually very brief because the transmitter went down again almost soon after."
"You got the transmitter working?" Red asked turning to Wheeljack in surprise.
"Yeah, we did have it up and running for a brief amount of time. I was trying a new form of fuel by mixing their gas with various other components and-"
"Slag it, who cares what you used?" Ironhide shouted out angrily. "What signal?"
"Well, if you're going to take that tone with me then I just won't tell you anything."
"Damn it Ratchet!" Ironhide shouted and Ratchet gave a small laugh.
"Oh all right, if you insist," Ratchet smirked.
"I do! Now will you slagging tell us already?"
Ratchet smirked and opened his mouth to reply when his name was suddenly called out behind him. They all turned to see Sunstreaker with Sideswipe right behind him making his way over to the group. "Is it true?" Sunny asked as he fell down next to Ratchet's side. "You heard from them?"
Ratchet didn't respond immediately as he stared at all the different size splotches of the most hideous pink color clinging to Sunny's form. "Um, do you know you have paint on you?" he asked slowly.
"What?" Sunny shouted as he jumped back up to look down at his speckled body. He frowned in dismay before he whirled around to face his twin. "Why didn't you say anything?" he demanded as he instantly began trying to scrape some of the paint off.
"I thought you knew," Side muttered as he took a hesitant step back away from his brother's range.
"Oh, I can't believe you allowed me to leave the hanger looking like this! My image is ruined! I look hideous!"
"I think you look great," Red tried to sooth the angered mech.
Sunny turned towards the security chief, a look of wonderment on his face. "You do?" he asked before he suddenly straightened and puffed out his chest. "Well of course you do," he repeated louder. "I look absolutely fabulous no matter what." Sides sent Red a grateful look and the other mech smiled back.
"Slag it all to the pits, will someone tell me what's going on around here!"
Everyone turned in surprise at Ironhide's shout and Ratchet shook his head. "All right," he finally muttered. "If you insist."
"I do!" Ironhide insisted.
"Well," Ratchet grinned returned full force. "We got a signal from Prowl! They're on their way here!"
"WHAT?" the other three mech bellowed.
"'Here' as in Earth 'here'?" Red asked.
"Why didn't you say so sooner?" Inferno insisted.
Ironhide said nothing however. He was already half way back to the base leaving a small trail of dust in his wake. "Damn," Ratchet muttered. "If he thinks that he's going to be the one to break the news to Optimus then he has another thing coming!" And with that, the medic soon took off after his teammate, leaving his own trail of dust behind.
The others watched him go wondrously and Inferno leaned towards Wheeljack once again. "Are you sure Perceptor said it was negative?" he asked.
Wheeljack gave a low sigh. "Unfortunately."
"What was negative?" Red asked as he looked back and forth between his friends. "Guy's, what was negative?"

"Optimus!"
Optimus cringed at the sound of his weapon specialist voice from outside the building and he turned back to the Cybertronion sized microphone that Will and Epps helpfully connected to the human radio in the other building. "One moment please, Secretary. I'm being summoned."
There was a chuckle from the other side of the transmission. "-So I hear,-" Keller chuckled.
Optimus sighed as turned back towards the doorway just in time to see Ironhide running into the building. "Ironhide!" Optimus bellowed in his no-nonsense tone, and Ironhide instantly skidded to a halt at the sound. Which turned out to be a bad thing since apparently Ratchet had been running after him and he proceeded to enter the building himself, also at top speed.
Optimus watched bemused as Ratchet plowed into Ironhide at top speed and the two proceeded to fall forward flat on their faces. "Watch where you're going!" Ironhide snarled as he pushed Ratchet off of him.
"Well who asked you to stop in the middle of the room?"
"That's no excuse!"
"Ah hem!" Both froze in their bickering as they turned to look up at Optimus who was towering over them with a rather dark expression. "I am currently busy," Optimus snarled. "So if you're here to use the hanger for something else, I suggest that you do so quietly."
"But Optimus! We need to tell you something!"
"Oh no you don't!" Ratchet growled as he instantly pulled out a hand drill and quickly did something to Ironhide's neck.
The gunner let out a squawk of surprise and then nothing. It was obvious that Ironhide was speaking but amazingly no sound came out. 'Hide turned to give Ratchet the most vicious glare in his arsenal of dark looks. Ratchet just looked rather smug. Optimus sighed. "Whatever it is, it can wait until I'm finished speaking to the Secretary."
"Of course it can," Ratchet said understandingly. Ironhide just looked furious.
"Good," Optimus glared at them before he made his way back to his seat and picked up the mike again. "I'm so sorry for the interruption," he apologies. "What were you saying?"
There was another laugh. "-Quite all right,-" Keller reassured him. "-Now what was it that your engineered said? He discovered something regarding our natural fuel system?-"
"Oh, right. Wheeljack, my engineer, was saying that because we come from a naturally robotic planet itself, that our own computers and tools and so on are continually exploding because our systems run faster and subsequently hotter than anything that your people have created to date."
"-It's plausible when you think about it,-" Keller mused. "-Considering out common electronics were designed off of Megatron's own systems and yet why nothing that we have currently comes anywhere near your complicated systems.-"
Ratchet and Ironhide were getting into a shoving match behind him and Optimus was stubbornly ignoring them. "It does make it a little bit more understandable," he agreed.
"-But what of your own systems?-" Keller asked.
"Ironhide asked the same thing," Optimus responded, glaring at said mech as Ironhide was trying to pry the little drill out of Ratchet's grasp in order to activate his voice box once again. Since the whole gremlin issue however, Ratchet was not about to part with any more of his tools any time soon. Optimus leaned down and grabbed a random piece of something and chucked it at the two arguing 'Bots. Upon impacting the side of Ironhide's head, he could see it was a piece of the gunner's own cannons. Optimus smiled at the justice of it.
"-Optimus? Are you there?-"
"What? Oh yes sir," Optimus turned back to the mike. "As I was saying, Ironhide posed that question as well and Ratchet disclosed that it could be because of our own high performing filters that was the reason that none of us have gone 'boom' yet. I believe that he was going to double check this theory…"
He looked up at Ratchet who nodded. "I did run some tests," Ratchet said as he made his way next to Optimus and closer to the mike.
"-Ratchet!-" Keller called out. "-Good to hear your voice! Who else is there?-"
Ratchet smirked. "Well, Ironhide is here as well but he's currently… indisposed." Ironhide looked ready to kill.
"-Oh too bad.-"
"Well?" Optimus pressed, "What did you find out?"
"It was as I thought," Ratchet announced. "Our own filters eliminate all the unnecessary elements of your gas. Most of it wouldn't harm us as it did the transmitters."
There was a sigh over the radio. "-Well that's a relief.-"
Optimus, who was now watching Ironhide practically hopping on one foot and waving his arms in the air like a loon, frowned and glanced at the others who had appeared at the entryway. Even Perceptor had come out of his lab to watch the idiot prove himself to be just that. "Oh slag it all! Ratchet, fix him so he can say what he so obviously is dying to tell me."
Ratchet grinned. "Sorry but no."
"What?" Optimus turned to his medic in surprise and there was amused silence coming from the radio. "What do you mean 'no'?"
"Simple, I wanted to be the one to tell you."
Ironhide's waving got more frantic and Optimus turned back towards the others to see if he could get any hint from their expressions. The whole lot of them was grinning idiotically. Every slagging last one of them. "All right already! So just tell me!"
Ratchet smirked even as Ironhide tried to pull Ratchet away so as he wouldn't be able to tell Optimus the good news. Ratchet cursed as Ironhide began pounding on his shoulder in an attempts to shut him up. "Hey! Watch it!" Ratchet yelped as he was nearly thrown off balance. Ironhide just pounded harder.
"Oh for crying out loud, what's the big deal? It's just Prowl and the others who are arriving. It's not like its Primus or anything," Sunny huffed before he turned back around. "I'm going to go finish my painting. This is boring."
Ironhide instantly deflated as Ratchet turned to glare at the gunner. "Now see what you did?" he muttered. Ironhide's only response was a glare.
Optimus meanwhile was gapping in complete disbelief, as it seemed that his own voice box went temporarily offline, or at least non-functioning as small spurts of noise left their leader every now and again. "Wha-? Prowl? Incoming? Transmitter? How?"
There was a chuckle from the radio. "-Well then it's a good thing that I gave Sam the diplomatic plates then when I visited him and young mister Lancaster after he learned about Bumblebee. I'll speak to you later then, shall I?-" and the transmission went dead.
Optimus was still sputtering incoherently as Ironhide and Ratchet were staring at the radio in surprise. "What did he say about Bumblebee?" Ratchet asked his teammate. Ironhide just punched him in the shoulder since he couldn't say anything back.
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