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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s note: Welcome back! I have another chapter for all of you! Hopefully this chapter flows in regards of previous chapters. I don’t know what’s been wrong with me the past few weeks but I’ve been in a bit of a slump and I hope it doesn’t come across in my writing.
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-Five: A Waiting Game
Starscream was not happy. Not one bit. While this was typically the case with him, today Starscream was particularly not happy. Though, Starscream didn’t think anyone would be happy covered in hot, sticky black sludge. He glared at the smaller mech in pure loathing before turning back to the cement mixer that was still sputtering away.
“Whoops,” Scrapper shook his head. “It’s still not right Mixmaster. Let’s try using something else as a base compone-eep!” Scrapper yelped as his arm was suddenly grabbed and he was whirled around to face a rather seething Starscream. Dark red optics narrowed in on him and Scrapper held up his arms to show no threat. “It was an accident!” he shouted. “I swear!”
The optics got darker, if at all possible. “That is the seventh time that this particular ‘accident’ had occurred,” he growled ominously.
“Well what do you want me to say?” Scrapper responded, trying his best to remain calm while in the grips of what was essentially a known madmech “The planets natural elements are slagging unstable to begin with. Whenever Mixmaster tries to combine them…” Scrapper managed to shrug while still in the jets grip. “It’s all a matter of finding the right combination.”
Starscream stared at the smaller mech for a long moment before he finally dropped the architect to the ground. “Well you better figure it out soon. I would like a base sometime in the near future.”
Scrapper nodded as he backed up and closer to Mixmaster who had rolled nearer to the two as the argument had gone on. “Will do sir.”
Starscream frowned but turned to head back to the other side of the quarry where a temporary headquarters had been set up in a small cave that Scavenger had dug out of the quarry wall. Scrapper and Mixmaster watched him go as Hook made his way towards the two, a rather perplexed look on his face. “Please tell me that it really isn’t taking you this long to come up with a suitable substance,” he told them. “I know for a fact that you’re better than this.”
“Oh no, we figured out the right combination ages ago,” Mixmaster announced cheerfully.
Hook’s look turned to one of amusement. “Then you two are just doing this for fun?” He snickered. “He won’t be happy when he finds out.”
“If he finds out… anyway it’s his own fault,” Scrapper quipped. “Every second day, we’ll have the basic foundation laid out and he’ll suddenly have a problem with the design. If he really wants the base actually built…”
Hook just shook his head as he suddenly heard the peals of laughter erupting from the small dug out shelter. “Well, Starscream doesn’t look too happy,” he said as he watched Starscream trying to order the others to stop laughing. Apparently insubordination was the trend of the day.
“Will you all just shut up!” Starscream tried again as he began wiping off the sticky goo off his once shiny person. Runamuck fell to the ground and began rolling around as he laughed even harder. Starscream glared again. “I hate you all!”
Thundercracker actually managed to get his laughter somewhat under control as he glanced at his “leader” in suspicion. “What are those strange words you keep repeating? It’s so flat.”
“None of your business!” Starscream shouted angrily as he glared at the black sticky goop. It wasn’t coming off. Perhaps a quick flight to the ocean would get it off.
“If we are to find the Autobots then I believe we should know,” Hook stated as he walked up to the group.
Starscream frowned at the surgeon but began grumbling under his breath nevertheless. Finally he turned back to the others and said in a clear voice. “It’s only one of this planets many languages. It’s the main one of this ‘country’ we are currently in called English.”
“Wait, how many languages are there?” Skywarp questioned.
“Do we have to learn all of them?” Runabout also whined.
Starscream resisted the urge to scream. “No, you don’t have to,” he sneered at the smaller Subaru Impreza. “This planet is horrid enough without having to learn its multiple languages.”
Both Runamuck and Runabout sighed in relief as Thundercracker gave the other jet a long look. “So how do we learn this… eng-lsih?”
Starscream scowled. “Am I supposed to do everything for you? This planet has a worldwide network called the World Wide Web,” he smirked. “Clever creatures aren’t they?” he sneered sarcastically.
Thundercracker and Hook shared a look but most of the others had already gained that blank look whenever they were working on their systems and Runamuck had adapted this odd smile on his face. “Wow, their pass codes suck,” he announced as he started downloading.
Starscream shuddered slightly. “Why me?” he muttered.
“Why you what?” Skywarp suddenly asked in English.
Starscream frowned. “Never mind,” he snarled. “Hook. When will your team finally get their act together and have the base built? They should have had plenty of time before now.”
“Well, this is a delicate process,” Hook stated calmly glancing out at the other mechs still standing around Mixmaster in his truck form. Hook gained a wicked grin. “It will probably take us a few weeks at least.”
“What?” Starscream bellowed. “What do you mean a week still? Why so long yet?”
“Well, do you want this to be built fast or right?” Hook asked him before he turned to head out towards his companions.
Starscream twitched as he watched the other mech leave and turned to glare at the other four behind him. “What are you looking at?” he growled.
Thundercracker shrugged but didn’t lose his smirk. “Oh, nothing much.” The two battlecharger’s instantly burst into snickers and Skywarp had a hand clamped over his mouth to try and stifle the laughter.
Starscream glared at them again but said nothing as he turned back to look out at the deserted quarry. It was the middle of the day and yet no humans were about. There had really been no signs of life save the occasional animal creature the poked it’s nose out of its den to look about the world. After one had startled Runamuck though and he had blown the little thing into smoldering scraps of something called “fur”, not much had come near the deep crevice where the Decepticons were hiding.
With a snarl, Starscream looked around and wondered if he shouldn’t do that flight to the ocean to get the rest of the dark slime off of him; anything to get away from his so called teammates. With a sigh, he glanced again at the sky. ‘Why me? Why do I have to be given idiots to work with?’
The only thing that answered his silent question was the distant sound of jet engines and Starscream instantly groaned at the sound. How he hated that mech… There were chuckles behind him and without turning around, Starscream instantly knew it was the other two of his assigned team. They found this to be one giant cosmic joke. If Misfire had ever managed to finally graduate from the Decepticon military college, which he had failed more times than most Decepticons could count, everyone knew that Megatron was going to assign the walking terror to Starscream’s unit. Not only because he too was a seeker, but also because everyone else refused to work with him. That and the fact that all the other mech would talk about was amazingly enough, Starscream. The other jet strived to be just like his “hero”.
‘Of all the mechs to actually end up worshiping me, it had to be him didn’t it?’Starscream thought as he watched the fourth jet pull up and finally land in the center of the quarry. Thankfully, once everyone heard him coming, they had instantly fled to shelter so as not to be out in the open when he finally landed.
Misfire was grinning as he moved over to where Starscream was still standing. The jet saluted happily, clicking his heels together. “Misfire with the perimeter report sir!”
Starscream just sighed as he could see out of the corner of his optics the others slowly coming out of their hiding places. “What is it?”
“Sir, few humans to the south, southwest on something called a ‘highway’,” Misfire gained a puzzled look,“thought it is quite low to the ground.”
Starscream shook his head. “Never mind that! Are there any humans coming towards out position?”
Misfire shook his head. “No sir! We are completely secure.”
Starscream knew this but nodded again nonetheless. “Good. Now go and make sure it stays that way!” he ordered. Misfire grinned again before transforming and he once again took off.
There were a few moments of blissful peace before Thundercracker made his way over towards their “leader”. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” He asked him. “What if something spooks him and he opens fire? You know his aim is shit.”
Starscream just grinned maliciously. “Not my problem.”
Thundercracker just shook his head as he went back to whatever it was that he had been doing before the small interruption. With a snarl, Starscream turned and headed back towards Hook to give him some last minute orders before he finally left to get the latest batch of gunk off his person. Thundercracker watched the other flyer before he moved back into the dugout shelter and sat back down next to his teammate and husband.
Skywarp instantly shifted so he could lean back against the taller mech as he continued to play some odd human game that he and Runabout had found on the human’s World Wide Web. Chuckling at the victory music and at Runabout’s groan, he turned and glanced back up at his partner. “Hey, by the way. Have you seen Soundwave lately?”
Thundercracker let out a small snort as he watched Starscream suddenly transform and begin flying in the direction of the coast. “If he’s smart, he’ll have found a safe bunker and just stay there.”
Skywarp stared up at his partner puzzled but shrugged it off as he went back to torturing his teammate as he blasted away his newest high score.
“For the last time, NO!” Perceptor shouted as he glared at the two in front of him. “I have run all the tests on both of them and they’re both completely normal so can you two please leave me alone so I can actually get some work done!”
Wheeljack and Inferno backed off as the smaller red mech glared at them both one last time before he whirled away in an agitated huff. “I think we made him mad,” Inferno muttered as they watched the scientist move back towards his hanger.
“I would say so,” Wheeljack sighed. “I better get back to trying to get the transmitter working,” he told the other mech. “Before Optimus as the others come out of recharge.”
Inferno nodded as he fell into step beside the inventor. “I’m surprised that Bumblebee came. I thought he wouldn’t leave that small human alone.”
Wheeljack shrugged. “Ratchet mentioned something pertaining to the human’s school system or something to that effect.”
“Ah,” Inferno nodded as he raised a hand and waved where Red Alert was working on the finishing touches of the watchtower. Red waved back happily before he began hastily gesturing to the other mech.
“See you later ‘Jack!” Inferno mumbled as he quickly jogged over towards his partner.
Wheeljack sighed as he watched the smaller one quickly shove a stack of I-beams into his husband’s arms before giving the other mech a wide smile that Inferno instantly returned. Obviously the bigger mech had no problem being used as a worker mech. “Ah to be young again…” he mused.
“Why would you want to be young again?”
Wheeljack jumped slightly at Ratchet’s voice and he whirled around to find his fiancée standing behind him with an amused look on his face. “What? Oh, nothing. Just, ah, thinking aloud.” He chuckled nervously and Ratchet tilted his head in amusement as he smiled softly.
“So what are you doing out here anyway?” Ratchet asked turning to walk next to Wheeljack as they made their way back to his hanger. “You’re not slacking off are you?”
“What?” Wheeljack cried appalled. “How could you think that? I would never-”
“A joke,” Ratchet sighed in dismay. “It was a joke!”
Wheeljack instantly deflated. “O-oh,” he muttered unsure what to say now that it looked as if Ratchet was angry with him.
Ratchet finally sighed and leaned over until his shoulder was practically resting on Wheeljack. “Sorry,” he muttered. “It’s been a long week…”
Wheeljack gave him a small smile. “Understandable. How is Bumblebee doing?”
Ratchet shrugged as he found a somewhat clear boxcar in Wheeljack’s hanger and with a small hop, settled himself on top of it. “Doing better I suppose.”
“Did he explain why he’s been so jumpy lately? Or better yet why he wouldn’t stop chuckling when he got here after you guys did?”
Ratchet shrugged again. “Nope. When I tried asking him, he said it was something about Sam and that he had to talk to Optimus about it.”
Wheeljack paused and looked up from tinkering with the transmitter. “And did he?”
“Well, Optimus was already in recharge by the time ‘Bee got here.”
“So in other words, you don’t know,” Wheeljack smirked.
Ratchet huffed as he crossed his arms. “Well how should I? I’m not one of Primus’ all-seeing mech now am I?”
“I don’t know, sometimes I wonder about that.”
“Optimus!” Two voices shouted as the larger big rig made his way into the hanger.
“Damn it, Prime! Don’t scare me like that!” Ratchet chided as he gave his leader a friendly punch in the shoulder; a move that was carefully watched and noted by his chosen for later scrutiny.
Optimus just chuckled as he turned back to Wheeljack. “So how are things going here?” he asked. “It’s almost around the time you first got in contact with the others isn’t it?”
The engineer nodded as he finished whatever it was that he had been doing and closed the service panel. “Yes. I was going to have Inferno and Ironhide haul this out to the courtyard somewhere somewhat useable. Where Red doesn’t have all his I-beams spread out and then there’s this giant crater in the back by the main hanger…”
Ratchet began snickering and Optimus shuffled slightly in embarrassment. “Never mind about that. How soon do you think we can try?”
Wheeljack glanced at Ratchet’s still laughing form and instantly knew what had happened that created the rather large hole in the ground; and he doubted that it was another one of Red Alert’s precautions. “Whenever you wish,” he announced. “I just need to get Inferno away from Red and manage to pry Ironhide out of recharge.”
“I would suggest that you get Inferno first,” Optimus told him. “You could use the back up in trying to get Ironhide out of bed.”
Wheeljack glanced at his leader curiously as he stood. “What do you mean?” he asked surprised. “Ironhide always has a sensor open in case of attack. He’s always the first one up in the barracks.”
Optimus sighed. “That was before peace,” he muttered. “When Starscream makes a move, then he’ll probably go back to his old soldier mode. For now, he has all his sensors towards gremlin watch.”
Wheeljack shook his head at the second mention of the strange little Earth creature. “I think I’ll get Inferno first.”
Optimus nodded as he clamped a hand on the engineer’s shoulders. “A wise decision.”
“Optimus?”
The three turned at the sound of the youngest voice and Optimus nodded at Wheeljack once before heading out to where the smaller yellow mech was looking for him. Ratchet watched the other mech head out for a moment before hopping off the boxcar. “Optimus, wait up!” He threw a quick glance at Wheeljack as Optimus paused in the doorway. “I’ll be right back. I just want to see what’s up!”
Wheeljack nodded. “Understandable. I’ll just go get the gunners and have them help me move this thing.” Ratchet smiled before he jogged over to their leader and the two made their way out. Wheeljack watched them go, contemplating. “Yet another thing to add to the list,” he mused as he made his way out of the building and towards Inferno’s position. He could see Ratchet and Optimus already speaking to Bumblebee and wondered curiously what it was that the ‘Botling could possibly be talking about to have the two older warriors looking so completely stunned.
“What?” Optimus muttered. “Could you please repeat that?”
“Holy Primus,” Ratchet was saying softly as he dropped his head as he thought. “Why didn’t we think of that ourselves?”
“Probably because the last time it happened was during the reign of the original thirteen and none of us had even been functional at that time!” Optimus replied in disbelief.
“But to actually bestow warrior status on someone outside our own kind has only happened maybe three times in our whole history!”
Bumblebee looked at his two superiors in surprised shock. “You, you mean you won’t-?”
“What?” Optimus startled at the hurt tone within the younger ‘Bot’s tone. “No! I mean yes! I mean… Slag it! We’re just surprised.”
Ratchet shook his head at Optimus’ obvious confusion. “I’m just very sorry that we didn’t think of it ourselves.”
Optimus nodded. “Indeed. We should have thought of this first and I will most defiantly apologize to Sam when I see him next for not honoring him sooner.”
“Yeah,” Ratchet nodded. “I can think of no one more deserving than him to be bestowed the title. He practically single handedly saved our entire race by destroying Megatron. I’m so glad you brought it up.”
‘Bee tilted his head as he saw Optimus twitch at his brothers name and the smaller ‘Bot filed the sight away to be studied later on as he turned back towards Ratchet. “Yeah, I’m surprised I didn’t think of it sooner myself,” he said with a bit of embarrassment in his tone.
What the older ‘Bots didn’t realize was that it wasn’t really regret but rather shame more than anything that the young camaro felt. He wanted so badly to tell them that it was actually Barricade, a Decepticon who had really bestowed the title to Sam. It was so odd… he had spent almost all of these past months practically on edge waiting for the ‘Con to do something that proved that ‘Bee was right to distrust the battered mustang and yet it never came.
Last night in the privacy of his own hanger, Bumblebee finally broke down and admitted the truth to himself that he had know ever since that day he had helped Barricade drag Trent’s truck around the whole city collecting the slew of parking tickets. He knew that Barricade, while still a ‘Con, was really no threat to Sam or his family. The ‘Con really had no interest on seeking revenge; he just wanted to make sure that Starscream didn’t succeed in taking over the Earth.
‘Bee was pretty sure that Barricade wasn’t rusting away at the Witwicky garage to help the Autobots, but rather to ensure that something didn’t happen to Sam. It was the last thing that ‘Bee would have suspected, but for some reason all the pieces fit. After that… who knew what the mustang really wanted after that.
“We’ll wait until after the others arrive.”
Bumblebee was jerked out of his thoughts by Ratchet’s calm voice. “Oh, yeah,” he mumbled. “When do you think they’ll get here?”
“Honestly?” Optimus shrugged.
“It’ll have to wait until we do that as well,” Ratchet whispered and both of the other ‘Bots slumped at the sad reminder.
“I really hope you and Wheeljack aren’t going to wait too much longer for your Alignment,” Optimus told the medic, much to Ratchet’s surprise. “We could use some really good news after… that.”
Ratchet sighed but smiled nevertheless. “You just want to do that toast don’t you?”
Optimus chuckled as ‘Bee glanced back and forth at the older two who began laughing. “What about our toaster?” The two chuckled a little louder at ‘Bee’s innocent question and the younger ‘Bot huffed in aggravation, wondering if he should have just gone back to Sam’s. Barricade may also speak in riddles but at least ‘Bee didn’t have to try and translate the odd mutterings. Barricade took great pleasure in spelling it out at him to prove that he was still oh-so-superior than ‘Bee; never mind that the ‘Con was only a few revolutions older than him…
“Watch where you’re going!”
All three ‘Bots turned to see Inferno and Ironhide shuffling out of Wheeljack’s hanger with the third intergalactic transmitter between them, while Wheeljack followed behind them looking as if he were ready to catch the machine if the two gunners accidentally dropped it. “For the last time, we’re fine,” Ironhide grunted.
“Oh yeah?” Wheeljack replied. “Then why are you heading straight for the crater?”
“Slag!” Inferno instantly changed direction almost yanking the transmitter out of Ironhide’s hands.
“Hey! Watch it!” ‘Hide yelped as he was unceremoniously pulled the other way, nearly losing his balance.
“Sorry,” Inferno grunted as they finally regained their balance and began heading the other way.
“Over here,” Wheeljack was saying as he moved over towards the far side of the base where the old runway was. No one had really used that part of the base since none of them were flyers like the seekers of the Decepticons. “This is perfect. And no mountain interference.”
“Yippee,” Ironhide grunted as the two set the machine down.
“Do you really think this thing is going to broadcast with your new fuel?” Optimus asked as he made his way over to the small group.
“If we mixed it right,” Perceptor announced as he appeared rolling a tin barrel in front of him. Bumblebee stepped back for Perceptor to roll the cylinder barrel to the others. “This should be enough for an hour’s worth of communication,” he said, straightening. Ratchet frowned as the scientist made his way over to Wheeljack.
“Hopefully that will be enough time to get in contact with them again,” Optimus announced as he moved next to the two working on the machine.
Bumblebee was looking back and forth at the older ‘Bots. There was some sort of underlying current of awkwardness but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what was wrong. For some reason the latest arrivals were giving Optimus and the rest of his team long, searching looks and now Ratchet was glaring at Perceptor? ‘What the matrix?’ ‘Bee wondered as he watched everyone closely. ‘I think I’ve been hanging out with the ‘Con too long,’ Bumblebee thought silently. ‘I’m starting to see things...’
“Well, the only thing we can do is try,” Ratchet’s voice brought ‘Bee out of his latest musing and the younger ‘Bot looked up as he watched the small group in front of him. Glancing over to the side, he saw Red Alert along with the twins wander over.
“Are we ready to call the second boss man?” Sunny called out as he stepped next to ‘Bee. “Great to see you again B-man!”
Sides grinned as well and ‘Bee returned the look. “Have you two been behaving?” he asked jokingly.
Sides’ grin only widened but Sunny suddenly looked horrified. “Do you think that we just sit around and play pranks all day?” Sideswipe’s smile immediately dropped and he turned to soothe his agitated husband, much to ‘Bee’s shock at the sudden shift of Sunny’s attitude. ‘Okay, maybe I’m not so paranoid,’ he thought as he stared at the two. Sunny growled again but lost his angered look as he leaned against his partner practically purring. Sideswipe glanced over at ‘Bee who gave him a rather disbelieving look.
Sides just shrugged and ‘Bee shook his head when he saw Ironhide wander over. “I heard you mentioned giving Sam Honorary Cybertronion Warrior status…” the large gunner drawled.
‘Bee suppressed a cringe and glanced over at his superior. “Um… yeah…” he said slowly, unsure how well Ironhide would take the news. While Ironhide liked to portray the image of a happy-go-lucky guy, underneath it all he was still a harden battle solider that took his warrior status seriously. Probably why he got along so well with Will.
Ironhide’s frown held for a moment before he broke out into a wide grin and clamped Bumblebee on the shoulder, momentarily throwing him forward. “Well this is cause for celebration!” he cried out clamping his hand over ‘Bee’s shoulder again. “I’m surprised we didn’t name him one almost right after the battle!”
“As am I,” Optimus grinned as he made his way over. “But right now our focus should be on trying to contact the others first. We only have an hour’s worth of fuel you know.”
Ironhide made an exaggerated groan. “Well what do you want me to do about it? I’m just part of the peanut gallery.”
“What’s a ‘peanut’?” Sides asked confused.
“We’ll tell you later,” Ratchet told the younger ‘Bots. “How much longer ‘Jack?”
“Should be any moment…” Wheeljack fiddled around with the machine for a while, trying to align the dish. “I’m not sure where their line of sight is yet, but I think I have it set on the right quadrants.”
Bumblebee watched him for a moment before he turned back to Optimus. “Do you really think we’ll hear from them?” he asked quietly.
“Well, we can only hope,” Optimus replied and they all turned to the transmitter… waiting.
-To Be Continued.
Author’s Note: Yes… I’m ending it there, DON’T HURT ME! Things should pick up in a chapter or two! I promise! Hope to see you next week for chapter Thirty-Six of Cover Me: Storm Clouds
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