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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s note: Well I hope everyone had a good week! I come back with yet another chapter! Again, I’m not sure how well I did so I apologize in advance but please read this chapter anyway! Or at least the last three paragraphs or else you’ll be lost in upcoming chapters.
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-Six: Storm Clouds
Sam sighed as he smacked his alarm for the third time. He knew that he had to get up for school. He had those three tests before vacation. He groaned again and buried his head under his pillow. Why was it that teachers always tried to squeeze out the most information before vacation? It wasn’t as if anyone was paying attention to them the day before…
With a groan, he finally managed to slip one foot out from under the covers though he didn’t make any further movement to get off the bed. The foot just dangled there over the edge of the bed, toes curling slightly at the small chill in the air from the conditioner. With a soft exhale Sam pulled his sheets further up to his chin as he curled around his second pillow.
“SAM! ARE YOU UP YET?”
Sam groaned at his mother’s shout. “YES!” he shouted back. Silence.
Then another five minutes later. “SAM!”
“I’m UP!” With a final groan, Sam realized that he actually did have to get up and with a heave, he shoved himself up and managed to get his body upright, holding on to the bedpost for balance. He stared blankly at the wall for a moment before finally taking the two steps to his closet. Digging through it for a moment he finally pulled out a somewhat less wrinkled shirt and jeans and went through his normal morning routine. Grateful that he was one of those in the habit of taking a shower the night before he gathered the fresh clothes and padded down the hallway towards the bathroom.
He was now in the middle of brushing his teeth when he heard his mother again, this time she was upstairs pounding on his door. “SAMUAL WITWICKY! GET UP RIGHT NOW OR I GET MY BAT!”
Rolling his eyes, Sam opened the door and called out around the mouthful of toothpaste, “Mom, I’m up!”
Judy blinked in surprise at the sight of Sam fully dressed in the bathroom and broke out into a wide grin. “Well, thank goodness for small favors. Especially since I have to drive you.”
“Wha-?” Sam began before he suddenly remembered. ‘Bee had gone back to the base with the others trying to get in contact with the rest of Red’s team. That meant his mother would be driving him to school since he never signed up for the bus this year. Sam groaned around his toothbrush. Today was going to be a hell of a day.
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Barricade waited but had yet to hear the fourth or fifth call for Sam to wake up. ‘Hmm, seems as if he’s gotten up on time for once,’ the mustang thought as he settled down on his tires. He remembered the sound of surprise in the yellow camaro’s voice and internally grinned at the memory of the day before. It was always a good feeling to know that he could still befuddle the bug.
Glancing out at the world beyond the house he scowled at the sight of the dark thunderstorm clouds off in the distance. ‘Those will get here sooner rather than later and stay here,’ he thought with a frowned. ‘Belch.’
With a sigh, he moved out of the garage and with some quick maneuvering, managed to pull up next to the kitchen window. With a quick honk, he waited until the window went up and Judy glanced out. “The kitchen’s closed,” she called down with a smile.
Barricade chuckled momentarily before turning serious. “There’s a storm coming.”
“What?” Judy peered off into the distance and frowned at the clouds that were just peaking over the horizon. “Damn, this means that Ron will want my car today.”
There was a moment of silence before ‘Cade called back up. “I can take him.”
Judy looked back down at the car. “What? Drive Ron?”
Barricade knew the woman was being deliberately obtuse and gave off a small sigh. “No, Sam.”
Judy frowned and soon she disappeared from the window only to reappear in the doorway leading to the drive. “Mikaela said you really shouldn’t be putting any strains on those bolts.”
“Who knows whether or not I can drive better than me?” Barricade demanded. Judy frowned deepened and Barricade let out another sigh. “I would feel better if Sam was escorted by one of our kind.”
Judy raised an eyebrow and took the three steps down into the drive. “You’re worried about the other Decepticons?” she asked him with a worried frown.
“Not only that,” Barricade admitted, scanning the house quickly to learn that Sam was amazingly still upstairs apparently laying in bed again. “There is something coming and I don’t mean the storm.”
Judy began wringing her hands together as she glance back over her shoulder. “What do you mean? You mean bedsides Starscream?”
Barricade wished he could transform into his mech mode just so he would have the ability to shrug. “No idea.”
Judy frowned. “That’s not very helpful.”
“Well, what do you want me to tell you? I just have this feeling that Sam shouldn’t be left alone.”
“And we’re going out tonight with our friends,” Judy mumbled as she glanced back into the house before she turned and looked down at the ‘Con sharply. “You know, you’re very protective of him,” she said slowly and Barricade looked at the woman in surprise.
“Is that a bad thing?” he asked her.
Judy just continued to stare at the ‘Con for a moment before she turned to go back into the house. “No,” she said over her shoulder. “Just wondering aloud.”
Barricade continued to watch her in the house via his scanner and pulled back towards the garage as he head her shout at Sam for the fourth time. “I wondered about that myself…” he muttered as he waited for Sam to finally drag his lazy aft out of bed so he could drive him to school.
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Sam was surprised when his mother told him that he was going to be driven to school by Barricade when he finally made his way downstairs. “But Mikaela keeps telling him he shouldn’t be driving anywhere,” Sam protested as he shoveled some cereal into his mouth, a small line of milk dripping from the corner of his mouth to his chin.
Judy shrugged as she capped the milk jug and placed it back into the fridge. “What do you expect? He’s a ‘Con.”
Sam blinked in surprise at his mother’s acceptance of Barricade’s stubbornness. “But I thought you were going to drive me,” Sam persisted. “Why is Barricade?”
Judy opened her mouth to respond when suddenly Sam heard his father thumping down the stairs. “Judy! I need your car today. It looks like rain.”
Judy rolled her eyes and pointed towards the door and the living room beyond. “That’s why,” she muttered as Ron appeared in the doorway.
Ron came to a stop and stared at the finger still pointing right at him. “What? Is there something on my shirt?” he asked as he glanced down at his ensemble.
Sam chuckled as Judy just clucked her tongue and shoved a bowl at her husband. “Here, if you wanted something warm for breakfast then you should have gotten up earlier,” she told him as she passed the cereal box.
“What?” Ron looked down at the bowl in dismay.
“Well, what did you expect?” Judy scolded while Sam shoved his toast into his mouth as he snatched his bag.
“Bye Mom, Dad. I’m off.”
“How are you going to get there?” Ron asked as he fetched the milk back out from the fridge.
“Apparently Barricade is going to give me a ride,” Sam said as he snagged his lunch off the counter.
“Thought he wasn’t suppose to drive,” Ron mumbled as Judy made her way to her son’s side and gave him a quick kiss.
“Remember, we’re heading out with the Harrison’s tonight and probably won’t be home until tomorrow. Remember to brush your teeth and try and get to bed at a decent hour.”
“Mom!” Sam whined as she smiled down at him.
“Have a good day!”
Sam waved over his shoulder as he tromped down the stairs and made his way towards the mustang. The door had already swung open for him and Sam placed his bag into the passenger seat as he slipped into the drivers. “Mikaela won’t be happy,” he said as he finished his slice of warm bread.
“Well, good morning to you as well,” Barricade quipped. “Good to see you fully awake.”
Sam sighed as he clicked his seat belt into place. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “Thanks for driving me.”
Barricade chuckled. “Well, I can’t have your guardian chasing after me for not ensuring that you made it to school safely.”
Sam raised an eyebrow as Barricade slowly pulled out of the driveway. “You just want to spook Trent, don’t you?” he snickered.
“That too,” Barricade chuckled. “However with Starscream still on the loose, I think that you should always have someone with you… that and I practically promised the bug that you would be safe. It would be very hazardous to me if you get a paper cut or something while he’s gone.”
Sam chuckled as he sat back in the seat, stretching his legs a bit while ensuring that he didn’t hit the petals as they made their way through traffic. “I think I can live for three days without him.”
“Well, who knows how long it will take that walking military manual to actually get here,” Barricade muttered.
“‘Military manual’?” Sam asked.
“Optimus’ second in command,” Barricade muttered. “Don’t know who’s with him but he’s one of the most uptight ridged Autobots I’ve ever had the displeasure to find over the barrel of a gun.”
Sam blinked for a moment before it finally clicked. “Oh, you mean Prowl?”
“Mmm,” ‘Cade confirmed. “Followed things by the book that one.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Sam asked as they finally reached the schools parking lot and Barricade made his way to what was normally ‘Bee’s spot. Barricade said nothing and Sam sighed as he snagged his bag once again and clambered out of the patrol car. “Well, whatever. I’ll see you after class… and no roaming the streets.”
“Where would I go?” Barricade said softly before he suddenly cursed under his breath. “Oh slag, save me.”
Sam cocked his head before he turned around and gasped, almost jumping right back into the mustang then and there and demanding that the Decepticon take him back home as he saw Mikaela stomping towards the two, a thunderous expression on her face. “Oh slag,” Sam muttered, much to Barricade’s amusement at hearing the Cybertronion cuss word leave the human’s mouth.
“What is he doing here?” Mikaela demanded in lieu of a greeting.
“Good morning to you too Mikaela, and how are you doing today?” Barricade asked with false enthusiasm.
“Don’t you play all innocent with me!” she hissed down at the ‘Con. “Don’t you know just how damaged you actually are?”
Barricade sighed dramatically. “Yes, but why do I get the feeling you’re going to tell me anyways?”
Mikaela gasped but Sam quickly stepped in between the furious mechanic and the chuckling ‘Con. “Come on, we better get going or we’re going to be late for homeroom,” Sam tried to cajole the girl towards the building.
She wasn’t going to be persuaded however as she shook off Sam’s hand that he had placed on her arm and glared back down at the ‘Con. “You better be taking it easy,” she growled. “Or next time something falls off, I’m not putting it back on.”
“Duly noted,” Barricade muttered and Sam looked upward towards the darkening clouds.
“Why me?” he moaned absently.
“Why you what?” Sam turned to see Miles wander over to the small group and the blonde glanced down at the mustang. “’Morning Barricade,” he chirped. “Why are you here? I thought Mikaela grounded you to the garage?”
“I did,” Mikaela frowned as she continued to glare at the damaged car.
“What?” Barricade demanded as the three humans continued to just stare down at him. “Do I have mud on me or something?”
Sam chuckled at the obvious echo of his father earlier that morning. Mikaela, however, was not amused. “Why are you here anyway?”
“Dad needed mom’s car today,” Sam explained as he jerked a thumb over his shoulder towards the darkening clouds. “He couldn’t very well take his convertible. It has terrible traction on wet roads.”
Mikaela rolled her eyes but the sound of the bell halted any more arguments as the three teens quickly turned back towards the building. “Damn,” Mikaela muttered as she shouldered he bag once more. She turned back and glared at the ‘Con. “Behave!” She ordered before she started heading back towards the school.
Miles waved sheepishly as he quickly followed the girl and Sam glanced back down at the mustang. “Well, see ya later,” he said, surprising the Cybertronion.
“Er, have a good day!” Barricade called out as he watched the boy disappear into the now stampeding crowd of students all trying to get into the building before the second bell and the doors were locked. “What are you looking at?” he suddenly snarled as Trent stared at the damaged police car in fear. Trent squeaked in horror before quickly shoving his way into the middle of the crowed. Barricade chuckled as he settled himself down for a nice long recharge as he waited for Sam and his friend to finish their day in the human’s learning institute.+
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“Barricade? Are you awake?”
Barricade was abruptly startled into awareness Sam’s soft call and the feel of boy suddenly opening his door. Surprised, he looked around seeing that most of the schools students were wandering around and cheering that they didn’t have any more school for at least a whole week. The ‘Con was also surprised to see that the storm clouds had gotten closer than ever. “School done?” he asked as the boy sat there watching people walk by.
“Yup!” Sam smiled as he leaned back into the plush seat. “For a whole two weeks! No school!”
Barricade chuckled while he turned his engine over. “You did receive homework however I assume.”
Sam groaned and slouched down. “Yeah,” he muttered grudgingly as he glanced at his bag with complete loathing. “A whole three page essay among other things.”
The mustang laughed again. “Oh poor human,” he snickered.
Sam frowned. “Oh laugh it up,” he grumbled.
Barricade waited as a multitude of students maneuvered their hunks of tin though the parking lot, the occasional squeal of tires and different horns being honked echoing throughout the chaos. “Are we going to wait for your friends?” he asked as they waited for the traffic to thin out.
“Nah,” Sam sighed as he watched Trent try desperately to get to his truck glancing every now and again at where he and the ‘Con sat. “Mikaela’s still a little miffed at you and Miles’ parents picked him up to go shopping for the holidays.”
Barricade sighed at that. When he had a choice of angering Mikaela by creating more work for her or angering Judy for not being there in case Sam needed him… well Mikaela didn’t own the garage he was currently living in. “Well, it was either I took you or you walked… or your father could have taken the day off again.”
Sam laughed softly. “Not after mom got after him.”
“True,” Barricade snickered as he finally saw an opening and quickly pulled out, startling Sam as the boy jerked forward and quickly put his hands on the steering wheel. Barricade laughed.
“Damn it ‘Cade, warn me when you’re going to do that will ya?”
“So sorry.” The ‘Con’s voice held absolutely no hint of remorse and Sam started muttering once again. With a final chuckle, Barricade fell into line to exit the parking lot wondering when the city would finally get the hint and actually put in a traffic light to direct the inexperienced drivers. With a vicious internal smirk, Barricade suddenly let loose the horn, startling the human that had walked in front of him.
Barricade watched the boy that had sat on his hood just those few months ago with a small feeling of satisfaction. Sam waved slightly at the boy who quickly moved away from the patrol car before he glared down at the dashboard. “What?” ‘Cade asked innocently
“What was that for?” Sam asked as they finally managed to exit the line in the parking lot only to pull into the line to get to the main road.
“Revenge,” Barricade replied honestly and Sam tilted his head confused.
“What? What did he do? Kick your tires?” Sam asked amused.
“Nothing of the sort,” Barricade replied in a growl. “He sat on my hood.”
Sam’s eyebrows shot up. “That’s it?”
Barricade huffed at the small laughter. “Well it was rude!” he insisted.
Sam just sat back in the seat and stared blankly at the traffic light they had finally reached, a few snickers leaving him every now and again. After a few seconds of blindly staring, Sam began wondering what it was he was going to do that night. Not homework, that was for sure, but what else was there to do? Glancing around he looked back at Barricade. “Are you up to swinging by the local movie rental?” he asked the car. Barricade didn’t respond but did slip into the turning lane. “You don’t have to if you don’t feel up to it.”
“It’s a slagging circle,” Barricade replied. “Trust me. It’s not that big a deal.”
Sam shook his head and they made their way to the little outlet store in silence. “Be right back,” Sam announced as he slipped out of the car.
“Well duh,” Barricade drawled. Sam chuckled again as he quickly browsed the store. Not wanting to leave the ‘Con that long as he grabbed the latest action movie and quickly moved his way to the line. Snagging some chips, candy and a few sodas he soon reached the counter and placed his small burden onto the scratched counter top.
The boy behind the counter turned from staring at Barricade’s dented form to look over at Sam with a superior look. “What happened to your shinny camaro?” the boy sneered. “Finally gave it back to its real owner’s?”
Sam frowned at the boy as he slapped some money down on the counter and glared daggers at him. “I at least have a car.”
The boy looked as if he was going to say something more, but a pointed cough had them both glancing at the older man who was glaring daggers at the clerk. With a frown, the boy passed over the bag with Sam’s purchase. The movie is due back on Saturday, we’re closed on Thursday.”
Sam just rolled his eyes. “Well duh,” he repeated Barricade’s earlier words, sarcasm and all. Storming out of the store, he quickly made his way back to Barricade’s side as the clouds above rumbled ominously.
“You want me to tow his car around and get him tickets?” Barricade asked as the boy quickly sat down.
Sam blushed slightly. “You heard that?” he asked as he went through the motions of working the car.
“Superior robotic hearing. Of course I heard it.” ‘That and it helps to have an inside microphone hidden in your watch,’ he chuckled to himself.
There was silence for a while as Barricade turned down the road heading towards Sam’s house, Sam already digging though the bag for one of the candy bars. Ripping open the wrapper, Sam glanced down again at the dash. “Hey, can I ask you something?”
Barricade was surprised by the request and the curious tone with in. “Can I stop you?”
“Not really,” Sam chuckled as he took a bite of the candy. “Just something I was wondering and with ‘Bee gone…” the boy shrugged and Barricade was suddenly put on edge.
‘What could the boy want to ask?’ he wondered apprehensively. ‘If it has to be out of the bugs hearing range, it might be serious.’ “What is it?”
“Well,” Sam took another quick bite of his candy bar and swallowed it quickly. “If the other Autobots don’t mind having a truce with you, do you think you would like to stay with them? You know, at the base.”
A beat of stunned silence, then a rather loud roar of “WHAT?” Sam flinched at the loud shout, nearly dropping his candy bar to the floor. “What made you ask that question?” the ‘Con demanded.
“Well, I don’t know.” Sam shrugged. “It’s just that Bumblebee has since gotten used to you and I was just wondering if you wouldn’t like to stay with some of your own kind.”
“But they’re Autobots,” Barricade stressed scathingly.
Sam rolled his eyes. “They’re also Cybertronions!” he insisted. “You and ‘Bee keep acting like once you speak to Optimus about Starscream, you’re going to go driving off into the sunset or something.”
Barricade flinched at the hurt tone he could hear underlying in the boys voice. He could understand it somewhat. Being human, Sam was probably feeling a little guilty that Barricade would be shoved off into the cold, so to speak. “It’s to be expected,” Barricade announced, feeling Sam practically deflate at the answer.
“But why?” Sam persisted. “It just doesn’t make sense. The Decepticon’s are scattered and both sides are just trying to survive now aren’t you? Why would the Autobots kick you out?”
“Because no matter what, the rest of the Autobots will see me as a Decepticon first and foremost,” Barricade explained. “Out of all of them, I think that the First Four would be the most accepting of the idea of me joining them. Oh sure, Ironhide would rant and rave, but he would be understanding if I went to them for asylum, but the others,” Barricade sighed. “I would just be a walking target to them.”
“But if Optimus explained-”
“That would only add fuel to the fire,” Barricade interrupted. “If Prime was to press the issue of accepting me, the others would just be more disinclined to have me around.”
“But you’re on their side now, aren’t you?”
“Most assuredly not!” Barricade protested, startling Sam with the answer. “We simply have a common enemy. I’m sure no one wants Starscream to succeed with whatever scheme he’s most assuredly plotting.”
Sam bit his lip slightly, sucking off the chocolate found there. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend,” he muttered softly. Something that Will had told him.
“Indeed,” Barricade said softly.
“So… What? After Starscream is defeated you’re just going to leave?”
Barricade hesitated. “Well I probably won’t leave the planet. At least not right away,” he finally admitted. “But I highly doubt that the Autobots would allow me to join their ranks on what would be a permanent basis.”
“But if I’m sure that if Optimus and Bumblebee explain how helpful you’ve been…”
“I highly doubt that would change anything,” Barricade insisted.
Sam sat there thinking for a long time, even after they finally pulled into his driveway and Barricade pulled into the garage. “Still isn’t fair,” Sam muttered as he finally opened the door and gathered his bags.
“Nothing is ever really fair,” Barricade told him. “Especially when a war is involved.”
Sam sighed as he gave the hood a small pat. “I’ll still talk to Optimus about it. You know I will.”
Barricade chuckled. “I would be surprised if you didn’t.” Sam smiled and he turned as he gathered up his things and turned to head into the house, the rain only just beginning to fall as he reached the door. Barricade watched the rain for a long moment, before he sighed and sent the small signal to close the garage door, blocking out the rain as he allowed the soft lull to relax him into a peaceful recharge, while Sam settled himself onto the couch as the opening credits rolled on the TV screen.
Unbeknownst to either of the residents at the Witwicky’s house, just a few blocks down the road four seemingly inconspicuous black SUV’s slowly appeared through the now pounding rain. Making their way down the road, they took notice of the absence of the yellow camaro and there was some soft chatter over the radio before all went silent. They finally came to a stop about a block away and parked, headlights dimming before fading to complete black and then they sat there…
Waiting…
To Be Continued
Author’s Note: Now you know why the last chapter had to end with the word “waiting”. So… things are starting to happen around here. Join us next week for chapter Thirty-Seven of Cover Me: Mud Wrestling …
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