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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s note:/flings cookies to killerfox in hopes of distracting/ Shhhh! Anyway, I know that this chapter is a bit of a filler but again, I find it necessary. I hope you enjoy! Also to NetherOnyx, no I am not a pro-writer but a lot of people tell me I should be.
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-Two: Unexpected Company
Barricade was on edge.
There was really no explanation for it, but for some inexplicable reason he continually felt as if there was a dark cloud constantly hovering above him. As there were obviously no jets anywhere in the sky, no one could really believe him when he said that there was trouble; but somehow, Barricade knew that there was something coming over the horizon. The fact that he had no proof however was a bit of a sore point.
As a result Barricade was now staying in the garage sulking, refusing to allow 'Bee access to what he considered "his" domain, never mind that it was a two car garage. Neither Sam nor 'Bee were able to figure out just what it was that was going on with the Mustang, and even Judy couldn't get anything out of him when she did the laundry the day before. They finally decided it was due to him being banned to the garage once again and all tried to leave him alone so as not to disturb him.
Thus, when he suddenly spoke almost after three whole days of silence, it startled 'Bee so badly that he actually slipped back into neutral and began rolling back down the driveway. "Pardon?" 'Bee asked once he managed to get himself situated again.
"I said that there's something coming," Barricade repeated.
"What?" 'Bee cried, instantly activating his perimeter scans and searched the streets for any Cybertronions, both Decepticons and Autobots alike. "I'll bet it's the twins… If they did something to annoy Optimus I wouldn't put it past him to send them to me just to get them off the base… the last thing we need is them finding you here."
"Gee, I'm touched." Barricade watched amused as 'Bee very subtly moved himself down the drive then back up in order to get a wider range for his scanners in the early dawn of the morning. After about five minutes of this however, 'Cade finally decided to take pity on the younger mech and save himself from becoming the equivalent of dizzy. "You know, I didn't mean literally," he said in a rather bored tone.
"What?" Bumblebee froze and turned to stare at the patrol car in the garage. "You couldn't have said anything sooner?"
"Well, it doesn't hurt to be careful."
'Bee began growling as he sat back on his tires. There was silence. 'Bee played a couple of hands of poker while 'Cade managed to eradicate a few more "alien sighting" sites. "How do you know?"
"What?" Barricade asked as he uploaded another virus--a new complex code he had designed in the boredom of the gray garage.
"How do you know something's coming?" 'Bee clarified.
"Intuition," Barricade replied off offhandedly. "Something that you would know nothing about, youngling."
Bumblebee was quiet for a moment. "In other words, you have no idea," he stated flatly.
"None what-so-ever!" Barricade chirped happily.
'Bee let out a sigh. "Why must Decepticons be so complicated?" he muttered to himself.
"Perhaps it's you Autobots who look for something complicated in the simplest of things," Barricade replied. 'Bee was surprised into silence as he stared at the Mustang, but before he could say anything the sound of Sam's alarm began to chirp out of the boy's open window and both mechs cringed at the high pitched beeping. "As soon as I can shift out of my alt mode, that'll be the first thing to go!"
"How will you get it out of his room?" 'Bee muttered. "I've been trying for months!"
"Easily-" Barricade began when he suddenly went completely silent in total shock as he realized what it was he was going say. He had been about to say that he would simply have Frenzy fetch the annoying human time device for him, when with a sudden pain he realized that his smaller partner was no longer with him. It ate at him like a bitter, rusty screw, and Barricade tried to force the thought from his thought processor.
'Bee, who was completely oblivious to the other mech’s inner turmoil, waited with growing irritation at the 'Con's prolonged silence. "Well?" he finally said, snapping the mustang out of his reminiscence. "How do you propose to get the dreaded-clock-of-six-in-the-morning?"
"By simply destroying the whole house, that's how," Barricade announced quickly after a brief nanosecond of thought.
'Bee was not wholly convinced but said nothing as they waited for Sam to finally make his appearance. They waited for a while listening to the occasional calls from Judy in an attempt to wake Sam up followed by Sam's custom reply of "I'm awake" and then five minutes later the cycle would repeat itself before finally at ten to seven they finally heard, "Oh Crap, I'm late!" followed multiple thuds and bangs as Sam proceeded to topple out of bed and hunt his disaster zone of a room for something clean to wear.
"Thank Primus you chose a fast alt mode," Barricade muttered.
"Yeah, I know."
The back door swung open and Mojo trotted down the steps. 'Bee sighed at the instant growling that began at the dog's appearance. "Oh for crying out loud, it's just the dog!" he snapped at the snarling 'Con beside him.
"If he lubricates on me one more time, I'm running him down," the 'Con snarled.
'Bee sighed and glanced down at the dog. "Mojo, in the grass!" the 'Bot tried to coax. "Mojo, Mojo, go to the grass."
The dog just sniffed their tires threateningly. "I hate my life…" Barricade muttered and began rolling backwards as the dog raised a leg. 'Bee tried not to snicker before he finally just let out a short, sharp honk before the dog could do anything. "Thank you," Barricade sighed as the dog scuttled into the lawn.
'Bee froze as he turned back to look at the other car. 'What the matrix just happened?' the Camaro wondered in amazement, certain that his audio sensors had to be malfunctioning.
Barricade suddenly realized that the other mech had gone unusually quiet and cast an optic over towards the Autobot. "What's the matter with you?" he asked. "Catch a 'bug' when I wasn't looking?"
Bumblebee scowled mentally as Barricade chuckled at his own humor but couldn't say anything as the door once again swung open to reveal Sam, shirt half on and his hair still mused from sleep. "Bye Mom!" Sam called out over his shoulder as he shoved a bagel into his mouth. "Mojo! Watch it!" he then shouted around the around bread as the dog darted in between his feet to get into house. Shoving the remains of his breakfast into his mouth, Sam raced towards the Camaro that already had a door open in anticipation.
"Are we awake today?" Barricade asked cheerfully.
Sam rolled his eyes as he placed his backpack into 'Bee's passenger seat. "No, I'm currently sleepwalking," Sam replied sarcastically.
"Oh good," Barricade chuckled. "Then you'll be well rested for history."
Sam groaned even as he slid into the driver's seat. "See you later 'Cade!" he called out as he waved out the window.
"Yeah, bye 'Cade!" 'Bee echoed as he quickly backed down the driveway.
It was Barricade's turn to be stunned into silence as he watched the yellow car disappear down the road. He stayed rooted to the spot for a long time before Judy suddenly appeared next to him, a brown paper bag in her hands. "Did that Autobot just call me ''Cade'?" he asked her in a daze.
Judy raised an eyebrow as she glanced back down at the mustang. "I believe he did," she told him with a smile.
"Thought so…"
Judy shook her head in amusement. "Well, do you think you're strong enough to take me down to the school so I can deliver Sam's lunch or will Mikaela come after me with my own bat?"
He chuckled at the question. "Oh, I think I could make it," Barricade drawled smugly opening his own driver's door for her. Judy smiled as she wandered around to the other side of the car and slipped into the Mustang, giving a wave to Mrs. Selman as they pulled of the driveway.
There was silence for a few moments within the Witwicky residence, before a cry suddenly echoed in the empty hallway's as Ron finally rolled over and focused his bleary eyes on the clock. "Oh fuck, I'm late!"

"What is Barricade doing in the parking lot?"
Both Sam and Miles blinked in surprise as these was the first words out of Mikaela's mouth as she stormed over towards where they were shoving their books into their lockers. "Um, what?" Sam asked.
Mikaela was glaring at him in full force before turning to glare at Miles. "I thought I made it clear that he was not to be going on any long drives," she growled at them. "Some of those parts are practically hanging off of him!"
"But I left him at home!" Sam protested. Mikaela gave him a dark glare and Sam instantly brought his book up to his chest almost protectively. "I did! I really did!"
Mikaela turned to look at Miles who shook his head rapidly. Her look became puzzled. "Then, why is he here?"
"I don't know," Sam insisted.
The familiar sound of static soon filled the hallways before the dull sound of the office's head secretary soon broke through the white noise. "Samuel Witikey, you're wanted in the office. Samuel Witikey to the office."
The three teens all looked at each other with worried frowns that soon turned into looks of complete disbelief as a familiar voice floated down the hallway. "No, it's Witwicky," Judy's voice was calm but frustrated at the having to repeat the pronunciations corrections again and again.
"Lady, there are over three hundred kids in this building. It could be Williams for all I-," the secretary's unsympathetic voice was cut off as the intercom was clicked off.
Mikaela blinked in surprise before she turned back to the two boys beside her. "Well, at least we know why Barricade is here now," she murmured.
Sam groaned as people around him began snickering and pointed towards him. "Just a few more months. Only a few," he began muttering to himself as he brought his head down into his hands.
Mikaela patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Just think, this is the last year then you don't have to deal with these people."
"Only when he wants to get a burger," Miles snickered and Mikaela chuckled as well.
"You really shouldn't belittle your future position you know Lancaster," someone chuckled as they shoved against his shoulder.
"Show's what you know!" Miles called after them. "I'm going to have a government job!"
"Dreaming of being in the FBI doesn't' count!" someone else shouted.
Sam and Miles both forced themselves to keep from laughing. "Should we tell them?" Miles asked.
"They'll never believe it," Sam smirked.
Mikaela rolled her eyes as she gave Sam a small shove in the direction of the office. "Will you go see what your mom is doing here already?" she insisted.
Sam sighed. "I'm going, I'm going."
Mikaela shook her head as she snagged Miles’ collar as the hallway quickly began emptying as everyone suddenly rushed to class before the fist bell rang.

'Bee looked over at the black and white Mustang sitting across the parking lot staring straight back at him. "-Why are you here?-" he sent.
"-I told you,-" Barricade insisted. "-Sam forgot his lunch.-"
'Bee sighed as he turned back to look at the small stairway that went up to the schools main doorway. 'Where is Judy?' he wondered as he searched for the familiar woman. 'How long does it take to drop off a bag of lunch?'
"-How's the prick acting?-" Barricade suddenly sent.
'Bee was confused by the sudden question and he looked back at the 'Con. "-What? What are you talking about?-"
"-The jock,-" 'Cade insisted. "-Has he been behaving?-"
"-You mean Trent?-" 'Bee asked in surprise before he glanced back over at the "jock's corner" where Trent's still damaged truck was centered in between the other pick ups. "-Well, we really haven't seen him around a lot lately,-" 'Bee admitted.
"-Really?-" Barricade drawled. The 'Con was contemplative for a few moments before the he connected once again. "-You want to tow his truck around again?-"
"-Oh don't you ever stop?-" 'Bee moaned.
"-What can I say? When I find something that works, I stick with it.-"
'Bee stared in disbelief at the 'Con on the other side of the black top when Judy suddenly appeared at the doorway of the school building and began climbing down the stairs muttering. Both Cybertronions perked at her appearance and instantly activated their long-range audio sensors to hear the low muttering. "Teenagers," Judy was saying. "No thanks whatsoever."
Barricade chuckled as he swung his door open once again for the woman. "I take it he was not all that grateful at your appearance with his food?" he asked. Judy just frowned before she threw her purse into the Mustang and whirled around to march over towards the Camaro.
"I blame you!" she growled much to the surprise of the disguised Autobot. "You lot spoil him too much!"
'Bee watched fascinated as Judy turned to walk back to where Barricade was sitting while Barricade's voice echoed over the radio in hysterical laughter. "What did I do?" he muttered as he watched the two pull away and down the road. Sighing, he sat back on his tires as waited for the bell to signal the end of school so he could finally return to the utterly confusing 'Con and ask what the joke was.

Judy grinned as they finally pulled back at the house. "Well, it's nice to get out of the house once in a while," she said cheerfully, her sour mood having dissipated on the way back.
"So why did you have me drive you?" 'Cade asked as he glanced over at the small discreet Chevy parked in the turn around. "You have your own perfectly good car right there."
Judy smirked as she patted the 'Con's dented hood gently. "As Ron said, what's the point of allowing all these alien cars in our garage and not get any of the perks?" Barricade just stared at the woman in complete disbelief and Judy smiled softly at the small silence. "That and I thought you could use some cheering up."
Barricade stared at the woman in complete disbelief as Judy gave him one last pat on the hood before she turned and went back into the house. He gave a small huff of amazement as he watched her disappear up the steps. "Well I'll be…" he muttered before he began chuckling in surprise. "Woman's intuition indeed." There was a sudden shout from the house and Barricade activated an optic as he listened intently.
"Ronald Witwicky, what are you doing home on a Wednesday?"
"But Judy! I was already late anyway…"

Sam sighed in relief as the final bell rang loud and clear through the classroom, and he grinned as he began to collect his assortment of books and papers. Though he technically already had a job, he knew that if he didn't at least do well in high school, he would never hear the end of it from both his parents. With a contended smile, he began to meld into the crowd as he made his way towards his locker.
"Hey Sam!" Miles grinned as he met up with his friend. "What are we going to do today?" he asked in a rather normal tone before he dropped down into a lower tone, "are we going to do something with the cars today?"
There was a snort behind them and the two turned around to see Mikaela there with a long-suffering look upon her face. "Boys," she muttered as they turned towards the exit.
"What are you talking about?" Sam said teasingly. "When we talk about 'us' working on the cars we mean 'you' you know."
Mikaela sighed again as they stepped out of the hot building and into the sun. "Hard to believe its November," Mikaela muttered as she fished out a pair of sunglasses from her bag.
"Well just think," Miles grinned. "Just two more days until vacation!"
The other two nodded excitedly as they made their way towards the shiny yellow Autobot. "Perhaps we could introduce you to the others then," Sam smiled as they climbed in.
"Introduce who to what?" 'Bee asked as they all buckled their seatbelts.
"Miles," Sam smiled. "I mean that now that Miles knows about you guys, maybe we could introduce him to the others over Thanksgiving break."
"Uh, I don't know if that's such a good idea with possibly leaving Barricade alone," Mikaela muttered from the passenger seat as she finished up the last of her homework from study hall which just happened to have been her last class of the day. "Remember the trick or treating fiasco?"
Sam instantly twitched in remembrance as 'Bee groaned as they pulled up to a red light. Miles looked back and forth between the two in the front of the car. "What? What'd I miss?" he asked them.
"Well the sudden appearance of a slew of kids all in a different array of costumes put Barricade a little on edge," Sam bemoaned.
Miles just looked even more puzzled. "I don't understand."
Mikaela chuckled. "Let's just say that kids got more of a scare than any of us did when an empty patrol car suddenly chased them off the lawn."
Sam smirked. "I think that's what really endeared him to dad. Thank God- I mean Primus, that the parents bought the remote control explanation."
"Let's face it," Mikaela finally said. "People are stupid."
The two boys chuckled as well as they soon pulled onto Sam's street and started down towards his house when 'Bee suddenly slammed on his breaks, forcing the two in the front to be thrown forward only to be jerked back by the seatbelt while Miles, who had been leaning in between the two front seats to see his friends better, had been thrown forward and whapped his head on the center consul. "What happened?" he cried as he sat back up, rubbing the large red spot on the center of his forehead.
"I have no ide-"
Both Miles and Mikaela turned to look at Sam puzzled at the sudden halt of speech from the boy before they turned to look down towards the house. Only Mikaela froze at the sight of the large big rig parked on the side of the street while an emergency EMT unit was parked in front of Mrs. Selman's lawn. She didn't look too happy from what Miles could tell of her glaring out the window before he looked back at the strange vehicles. Lastly, there was a modified GMC top kick in the driveway almost blocking the whole thing.
Sam's eyes went immediately to the garage and he wasn't sure if he should be relieved or worried that the garage door was down. Mikaela turned a fearful look towards him before she glanced apprehensively at the ambulance. "Think he knows we took his tools?" she asked him.
"What worries me," 'Bee muttered as he began to slowly creep forward towards the three obviously waiting superior officers, "is do they know about him?"
"'Him'?" Miles repeated. "Oh, you mean Bar-"
Mikaela whirled around and clamped a hand down on Miles mouth. "Shh!" she hissed under her breath. "They have long range sensors!"
"But…" Miles muttered soon as she removed her hand while he looked down the road at the garage. "He's right there, isn't he? Do they not know he's there?"
Mikaela frowned. "One can hope. The garage door is down…"
"And my mother is there… with her bat…"
Mikaela turned towards Sam with a raised eyebrow. "Do you really think your mother could chase off three giant alien robot's that are all seasoned warriors with a wooden bat if they found out about you-know-who?" she asked skeptically.
Miles looked puzzled. "Voldemort?"
Sam rolled his eyes at Miles confusion. "Hey, don't knock the bat," Sam told his ex.
"Yeah," 'Bee managed to say before they finally pulled up to the driveway, "that thing scares even me!"

It had been only a few hours after Judy had gone into the house and Ron had run out of it that Barricade finally felt it. The single feeling of apprehension that he was potentially in danger. Barricade instantly went on the alert as he flipped all his sensors onto full alert.
Unfortunately, or rather luckily, he had his scanners tuned to the sky to search for Starscream so he nearly missed the three large trucks pulling around the corner two blocks over and essentially into his default scanner range. The luck part was since he had his scanners on the sky, he didn't send out an inquiry ping that he knew the Autobots would have instantly categorized as a wayward Decepticon. If he got caught here then holy Primus in the fires of the Matrix he was slagging scrap!
With a frantic backward scuttle, not too quickly however to avoid burning any rubber, he darted back into the garage and sent out a small signal to close the door after him. Now ensconced in complete darkness, Barricade waited. He could hear them pulling up into the driveway, and Barricade cringed as he heard the rather distinct rumble of a v-eight engine that was most definitely Ironhide pull into the driveway, right on the other side of the closed garage door. With a deep breath, Barricade instantly put all of his vitals down as low as he could without going into recharge or worse yet, falling into Stasis Lock, again. Barricade was not one for prayer, even before he had been left in the streets and picked up by the old gang.
All sensors on alert, Barricade waited. He knew that this could be a possible chance to make his plea to Optimus regarding sanctuary against the insane F-22 raptor, but with Ironhide thrown into the mix, that might not be such a good idea. While Optimus would probably hear him out before rendering judgment, Ironhide had the annoying habit of shooting first, second and third until the other party was obliterated; then and only then would Ironhide try and ask a question.
The odds for him increased with Ratchet's presence however. He knew he could always play the injury card where the medic was concerned. Ratchet would act as a medic first and foremost before he responded as a warrior… he may protest to any fighting until after Barricade was repaired. Then the EMT unit would probably be in a race against the weapons specialist to see just which one of them got to him first. Then again, Barricade knew very well just how quick Ironhide was to the draw.
'Well I suppose I should be grateful that none of the new arrivals came along,' Barricade mused. 'From what I read in the reports on the Autobots, Inferno is just as good a shot as Ironhide and as for the twins… Yeah. I would like to be repaired before becoming a walking target range…'
"They're not here," the deep voice of Ironhide announced, and Barricade almost wished he was in his mech form so he could whap the gunner over the head for announcing such an obvious observation.
"Yes 'Hide, we can see that," Ratchet replied, though his voice sounded a small distance away from both Ironhide and Barricade's hiding spot.
"Both of you please, quiet down. I think I'm beginning to develop what those humans call a headache," Optimus pleaded and Barricade had to admit, the Autobot leader did sound a bit run down. Usually a powerful voice on the battlefield, the large Autobot leader's voice sounded strained. It was a bit of a shock to hear the serene mech that was only rivaled by the great, powerful Megatron sounding completely exhausted.
"What is going on out here?"
Barricade groaned at the sound of Judy's slightly angry tone. He knew that she was trying to keep herself cool and sound as she normally would. Barricade also knew though, the joy she was trying to project through her voice at the sight of the three higher-ranking Autobots was a little strained.
"Ah, well I was speaking to Secretary Keller and he mentioned something that was rather… unsettling regarding Bumblebee."
There was a pause and Barricade could just picture Judy adopting that look of near complete blank inquisition. "Really? And what did Secretary Keller say exactly?"
There was another pause before Optimus finally told her. "He said that Sam's young friend Mr. Lancaster had discovered 'Bee's true identity."
Barricade forced himself to suppress a snort. The Autobot leader almost made it sound like they were one of the human's comic book super hero's; all worried that their enemies would discover their alternate identities. 'Oh please,' Barricade thought in disbelief.
"Oh, you heard about that…" Judy was saying.
"Yes, we did," Optimus said solemnly. "Though Keller left out the details."
"Well, we can just ask him ourselves," Ratchet's voice was still faint but clearly audible. "Because he's here."
"Great," Ironhide's voice was full of evil glee. "Because I would love to hear this explanation."
'And I can only pray that they don't screw it up,' Barricade thought as he lowered his vital signs even more and focused what remained of his power on the radio turned watch. The 'Con sat back to listen and learn if he was going to be finally found out or if he would be able to avoid Ironhide's custom sized bullet holes for another day.
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