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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s note: Well, another day another chapter. Hope you all enjoy.
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-Seven: Mud Wrestling
They waited. Twenty minutes went by with still nothing but static coming out of the transmitter. Wheeljack and Perceptor spoke quietly for a moment before they moved the dish slightly and then they waited again… still nothing but static. ‘Bumblebee took the time to watch everyone else for a while as they all waited for something, anything to happen. It was the wait was what was so hard. Whether or not they managed to make contact today, it was the wait that everyone would remember the most.
“Well it hasn’t exploded yet!” Everyone jumped and turned to glare at the weapons specialists. Ironhide just glared back at them. “What? That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
“Ironhide,” Optimus groaned in aggravation.
“What?” he huffed as he turned away from the group. He frowned as he looked over the horizon. “It looks like rain,” he suddenly announced.
Optimus glanced over his shoulder at the impending storm clouds off in the distance. “Slag,” he muttered. “The last thing we need is for them to land here in the middle of an Earth storm.”
Ratchet wandered over and glanced at the storm clouds. “They should still be pretty far away yet.”
“I hate rain,” Red muttered and ‘Bee nodded in agreement.
Five pairs of optics glanced back and forth at the griping Autobots. “What’s rain?” Wheeljack finally asked the question.
Ratchet turned around surprised before he realized that there hadn’t been a rainstorm since the group had arrived. “Oh, it’s when this planet’s water goes from its gas form back to liquid and when the precipitation in the air become too… heavy…” Ratchet glanced around at all the blank stares he was receiving and finally threw up his hands. “Oh for crying out loud, just look it up! Honestly! Do you really need us to explain everything?” Wheeljack watched as Ratchet stomped back to the transmitter grumbling slightly about sparklings before he turned a pointed glare at Perceptor who studiously ignored him.
“Hey Optimus. When the others get here, does that mean we’ll have to share living quarters until the base is reformatted?”
All the Autobots shook their heads in disbelief at the top kick. “Honestly,” Perceptor muttered under his breath and Inferno gave him a small shove. “What?”
“Perceptor,” Optimus growled. “Now is not the time.”
“What did I do?”
“-Hello?-”
“Please, the last thing I need is you two snipping at one another.”
“-Is anyone there?-”
“I do not snip!”
“-Prowl, I don’t think anyone’s there.-”
Everyone whirled around in complete shock. Nothing. There was only silence coming from the transmitter save the empty static. “Did anyone else hear that?”
“I’m not so-”
“-Hello? Is anyone out there?-” The voice interrupted Ratchet once again and Optimus couldn’t stop grinning as he reached forward to take up the microphone as the voices started floating out of the transmitter at random intervals.
“-Dang it Prowl. There’s no one out there,-” what was obviously Blaster’s voice floated over the airwaves.
“-How do you know?-” Hound demanded. “-They could be in recharge for all we know.-”
“-Someone should always be monitoring the transmitter,-” Prowl was irritated if the growl was anything to go by.
“If it worked, we would,” Iornhide chuckled and ‘Bee and the twins began snickering as Optimus grumbled under his breath.
“Prowl,” Optimus stated through the microphone. “I can hear you.”
There was silence from Prowl but the other three seemed to be laughing. “-Oh, you’re in trouble now,-” Bluestreak chuckled.
Optimus shook his head as they heard more laughter from the transmitter. “How far out are you?” he asked instead, disregarding Prowl’s earlier criticism.
“-About a third cycle away,-” Prowl responded instantly. “-We lost your signal not long after our last transmission was cut.-`”
“Yeah, long story about that,” Wheeljack announced over Optimus’ shoulder. “There’ve been a few problems on our end.”
“Wheeljack, do you mind?” Optimus asked.
“-Huh?-”
“No, nothing. Hopefully the signal will be long enough for you to lock onto.”
“-Thank you Optimus.-”
“What’s the situation out there?”
“-Nothing really to report,-” Bluestreak spoke up again. “-Other than trying to get in contact with you there’s been really no activity.-”
“-Bluestreak,-” Prowl growled before addressing Optimus once more. “-No Energon discoveries on our end and no Decepticon activities to speak of.-”
Optimus chuckled. “Well, that’s a good thing isn’t it? Don’t sound so disappointed.”
There was silence from Prowl but the other three chuckled once more. “-We should be arriving in a single revolution,-” Prowl finally got back to the main topic. “-We’ll try to hone in on your signal but I’m getting some interference.-”
“Probably the storm,” Ratchet muttered to Optimus who nodded in agreement.
“Prowl, this planet is going to have some weather issues at our position soon. I’ll send you some alternate coordinates a few miles away. If we lose our communication, go there.”
“Where are you sending them?” Bumblebee asked as he looked over his leaders shoulder as the slightly older ‘Bot punched in some numbers.
“Out in the desert, around the place where Red landed,” Optimus quickly explained. “Better to do it now than to lose the signal and have them landing blind in a storm.” With a final series of taps, he reached for the microphone again. “Did you get that?” There was silence from the radio and Optimus quickly turned back to Wheeljack. “Did we lose the signal already?” he asked in surprise.
Wheeljack just shook his head as Ratchet and Ironhide broke out into soft snickers. Even ‘Bee was chuckling softly. “You did it again,” he told the big rig.
Optimus stared at the youngest for a moment before he twitched ever so slightly and raised the mike again. “Prowl, did you get the alternate coordinates?”
“-Yes, I have it,-” Prowl instantly answered.
“-What the heck was he saying before? Muttering or something?-” they could hear Hound asking the others.
“-I’ve never heard anything like it before,-” Bluestreak responded.
“-Quiet in the ranks,-” Prowl quickly commanded and the other three went silent… for maybe all of ten seconds.
“-Perhaps his circuits got re-wired fighting Megatron,-” Blaster offered.
“Like that could ever happen,-” Hound scoffed.
“-Besides, he’s got Ratchet with him. What could have possibly happened?-”
Ironhide was all out laughing by this point and Optimus was trying to shove him as far from the transmitters microphone as possible. A valiant effort, but a wasted one. “That was English,” he said to the four in space. “You’ll get use to it.”
There was a moment of quiet from their missing comrades before Prowl spoke up once again. “-Optimus, since Wheeljack is there, I can only assume that the others made it. May I ask the status-?”
“Yeah,” Optimus quickly assured his second in command. “The rest of the team made it here safely and all are well.”
“-That is good news, and I am to assume that you have also retrieved the way ward Red Alert?-”
“Way ward?” Red cried out indignantly. “I was hit by a slagging meteor!”
Optimus just sighed. “Yes, we have him too.”
Inferno went to try and sooth the angered security chief as Wheeljack once more glanced at Perceptor who glared back. “I have other priorities you know,” the scientist hissed. “I can’t be running the same tests over a billion times just because you can’t accept the answer isn’t the one you want.” Wheeljack sighed but didn’t press the issue any further.
“-Good to hear,-” Prowl sent. “-Now about these weather problems that you spoke of earlier…-”
Screeching static suddenly blared out of the speakers, startling the others with the shrillness of the sound before everything went completely dead silent. Optimus immediately whirled around to look at Wheeljack who was already going over the transmitter himself. “No good Optimus. It’s down again and it would probably take me a few clicks to repair.”
Optimus sighed. “Unfortunately I don’t think we have that long. They should get here sometime tonight and those storm clouds are already getting closer.”
“Slagging rain,” Ironhide muttered.
Bumblebee just snickered. “And yet you have Will take you through the car wash nearly every other week.
“That’s different. That water is warm,” Ironhide protested.
Ratchet just chuckled. “Sure it is.”
Optimus gave a small laugh as well before turning back to the others. “Well, if the transmitter is going to be down, then Prowl will have to move on to the heading I sent him.”
“Wait, does this mean we have to go back out into the desert?” Ironhide groaned. “It’ll be getting dark soon. Even sooner with the rain.”
The twins both chuckled. “Don’t tell us the big bad gunner is afraid of the dark,” Sunny snickered.
“Should we bring your night light too?” Sides chuckled.
Ironhide glared fiercely before turning to Optimus. “Permission to shoot?”
Optimus shook his head, though he did have a smile on his face. “Denied,” he countered. “We should be heading out anyway.”
“Slag,” Ironhide grumbled. “One of these days I’m going to get you to say yes if it’s the last thing I do.”
The twins snickered again. “Don’t hold your breath,” Sides teased.
“Yeah, ‘cause everyone would miss us then and then you’ll be the one in trouble.”
Ironhide glanced back at everyone else who wisely stayed out of the twins normal bout of “let’s see just how far we can needle ‘Hide till he shoots” game. “Traitors.” No one else said a word.
“All right,” Optimus finally called out, gaining everyone’s attention. “Just who is going and who’s staying?” Cries of protests rose from the group as everyone began talking at once, all wanting to go. “Now everyone, please calm down. We can’t all go!” Optimus insisted
“Why not?” Red protested a little outraged. “You all came out to meet me!”
“Well that was different,” Optimus tried to argue.
“How?” Ratchet called out, enjoying the sight of his friend becoming rather flustered at all the chaos.
“You’re not helping,” Optimus snarled. Ratchet grinned cheekily.
“Well I’m not staying,” Sunny announced. “Why should I be the one to stay while everyone else gets to go? Besides,” he waved a hand flippantly. “It will also reassure them that I’m still functional.”
“Horrify them is more like it,” Ironhide grumbled under his breath. ‘Bee, being the only one near enough to hear the quiet mutter chuckled softly.
“But we should have someone here at the base as a guard…” Optimus tried again.
“Guard from what? The cactus?” Ratchet asked sarcastically.
“Hey!” Ironhide cried out offended.
“‘Cactus’?” Perceptor mumbled.
“Still, we should have someone here,” Optimus tried once more. “The Deceptiocn’s-”
Ratchet just scoffed as he shook his head. “Oh let ‘em come,” he told him. “Better that we know where they are too.”
“Hey!” Ironhide repeated.
“Besides,” Ratchet stepped closer to Optimus and lowered his voice box considerably. “It would probably be best if everyone was around when Prowl learns about the last battle.”
Optimus instantly went silent and nodded gravely at the medic. “You do have your trans-kit with you, right?”
Ratchet nodded as he patted one of his leg panels. “Never leave home without it.”
Optimus sighed as he turned back to the group. “I would still prefer that someone stay here, but if there are no volunteer’s-” A resounding “no” answered him. “Then I guess we have no choice,” he finished.
“YAY!” The twins suddenly cheered. “No more solitary!”
Optimus stared at the two celebrating mechs in shock before a hand came up to cradle his head as he groaned in dismay. Ratchet just laughed at him again. “Well, at least they can’t get in trouble if we’re all there to watch them, right?”
Optimus just groaned again. “Fine, we’ll all go,” he announced grudgingly. “But if the Decepticons show up and take over our base of operations, don’t come crying to me.”
Ironhide just chuckled. “Honesty Optimus. What are they going to steal that the gremlins haven’t already gotten to?”
“One can only imagine,” Optimus muttered despondently.
“Besides,” Ratchet tried to sooth his agitated leader. “They’re probably off scheming somewhere.”
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“AHHHHHHHHHH! IT’S EVERYWHERE!”
Starscream suppressed the urge to scream as he watched the cluster of feared Decepticon warriors all huddled in the dugout shelter, petrified of the falling rain. ‘I’m doomed from the beginning, aren’t I?’ he bemoaned silently as he watched Runamuck try to scramble further back as the others inadvertently shoved him closer to the edge as they tried to get further back from the rain. “Oh for the love of the Matrix, it’s only water!” Starscream finally bellowed from where he was standing in the middle of the quarry, rain pelting down on him making rapid staccato pings against his person. One good thing about this rain, he didn’t have to make what was now his daily run to the ocean to get clean.
“But what is it?” Skywarp demanded. “It’s just falling right out of the sky!”
“A cloud you idiot!” Starscream corrected. “It’s rain falling from a cloud not the sky…” a beat of heavy, intense silence. “…And why the fuck am I explaining this to you?” he finally bellowed in annoyance as he made his way further out into the open space to allow the black goo to slid down off his body. “Don’t be such a sparkling! Get out here!”
The group of Decepticons all glanced at one another apprehensively before turning back to stare at the dark rain pelting the ground making it even more unstable than it had previously been. “Slag it Scavenger, next time dig a bigger shelter!” Thundercracker griped.
“I wasn’t expecting us all to use it at the same time,” the larger mech muttered. “At least not willingly.”
“Somebody’s on my foot!” Skywarp announced painfully. Thundercracker immediately leaned over him to shove Scrapper off his partner.
“I hate this planet!” Scrapper shouted as he was propelled forward. “It’s nothing like Cybertron!”
“Watch it!” Runamuck shouted as the shove pushed the other mech into him, which in turn pushed him closer to the exit and the falling rain.
Glancing at the group of bickering ‘Cons, Misfire suddenly took a deep breath and began moving away from where he had been huddled against Mixmaster, much to the cement truck’s horror, and took a step out of the small dug out and into the rain. He stood there for a moment, allowing the rain to thoroughly drench him before a sudden streak of lightning and the subsequent rumble of thunder had him bolting back for the shelter. Runamuck and Scrapper were finally shoved out of the small lean-to completely, as everyone scrambled to get away from the damp ‘Con.
“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me!” Starscream groaned as he dropped his head into his hands. “I swear… Megatron never had to deal with this kind of problem. Hell, I highly doubt that even Optimus Prime has to deal with this level of stupidity on a daily basis.”
“Starscream, why aren’t you melting?” Skywarp suddenly called out.
Starscream raised his head to glance at who he thought might have been the transporter. “What?” he called out. “What insane babble are you talking about now!”
“You know. Evil melts when wet! Why aren’t you melting?”
Starscream just stared at the other mech, for the first one he now knew to be Thundercracker, in complete bafflement. “Because I’m not green! That’s why!” He finally bellowed. “And I’m not from the West, now will you sorry bunch of slaggers get your dry afts out here already!” he ordered angrily, stomping his foot for emphasis which caused the mud to splash artfully around him. The group glanced at one another again before turning back to stare at the rain. “NOW!”
There was a long pause, where in both Runamuck and Scrapper had managed to squeeze back into the small shelter before Misfire was unceremoniously shoved out again. “Hey!” the smallest jet shouted surprised as he found himself on his hands and knees in the squishy mud. To add insult to injury, Thundercracker brought up his foot and shoved the other mech in the aft until he went forward face first into the rather large, brown puddle.
Starscream chuckled at the sight as he watched Misfire scramble back up a somewhat upright position and tried to wipe the mud off his face. “Classic.”
Misfire turned to glare at the other ‘Con’s momentarily before he finally managed to climb back onto his feet and began making his way, slipping and sliding, towards Starscream. The others, not about to let an opportunity pass by began whispering intently before Longhaul finally was daring enough to lean out of the small cave and brave the falling rain to swoop up a handful of mud. The others all snickered and backed up, giving him some throwing room as the constructicon brought his arm back and took aim.
However as luck would have it, just as he brought his arm forward and launched his wet, soggy missile of watered down muck, Misfire was fortunate enough, or misfortunate enough as the case may be, to slip and fall face first into yet another puddle just as the ball of muddy doom flew right where his head had been; missing him by mere inches. Starscream barely had time to “blink” as the round projectile slammed full force right into his face plate, throwing him completely off balance as he leaned backwards, one leg still waving in the air as he desperately fought to maintain an upright position before dramatically falling flat on his aft.
Shocked silence slowly morphed into a horrified stillness, as each of the huddled ‘Cons began contemplating what their latest leader would do to seek his slimly, mud-filled revenge. Their primary reigning thought however, was exactly the same. “Oh shit.”
No one really knew who it was that spoke those lines aloud, but they all felt it as they watched, terrified, as Starscream ever so slowly rolled over then sat up, mud still dripping from his head and upper torso before he finally brought up a hand to wipe the gunk away, revealing darkened, narrowed optics. “We’re doomed,” Skywarp muttered as Misfire, like his heroic leader, also sat up still sputtering the muddy water out of his mouth before he was finally able to focus on the figure before him.
He looked at Starscream with an innocent, confused tilt of the head. “Um, what are you down here?”
At Misfire’s query, the others lost any sense of self-preservation, as they all as one began cracking up hysterically. Runabout was actually laughing so hard that he lost his balance and with a squawk of surprise, fell on his own aft and proceeded to slide out into the rain and muck coming to a halt just behind Misfire, nudging him ever so slightly that it was barely felt. It was more than enough, however, to knock the other off balance and send the dazed mech back into the mud. Misfire squealed as he once more tumbled into the slop and slid forward, crashing into a just standing Starscream and sending him too back into the wet earth like a set of well choreographed dominos.
Starscream just glowered as he shoved the other jet up and out of his lap. “Dead,” he grumbled as he tried to once again stand. “You are all fucking dead. I’ll kill you all. See if I don’t!”
Misfire, totally disoriented by this point, also tried to regain his footing and reached for the nearest available purchase. Starscream yelped as he suddenly felt a hand grab his aft and was once again for the third time pulled backwards into the now “Starscream” shaped impression that had quite rapidly filled with water. “If I find a fish, it goes up your tailpipe!” he snarled as he reached over for a somewhat solid purchase to pulled himself out of the small pond once again.
Runabout glared as he felt a hand on his leg and down he went once more as Starscream placed his free hand on Misfire’s head and proceeded to climb over the two as if they were stepping stones to finally reach solid ground. “Slag it all! Runamuck, help me!” he screamed to his partner.
The Honda civic took one look at the reigning chaos as Starscream made his wobbling way towards the human’s equipment before looking archly back at the mud-coated mech. “Do I look that slagging stupid?”
“Do you slagging want me to answer that question?” Runabout shouted back.
“You know, he has a point,” Scrapper muttered as he looked up and down at Runamuck. The Charger merely reached over and proceeded to shove the extremely surprised architect out into rain and right down into the mud. Hook was quick to defend his teammate and soon everyone was trying desperately to shove the others out into the wet while attempting to keep themselves in the dry confines of the lean-to.
It got very muddy very fast and Starscream groaned as he brought a hand up to smack against his forehead while he muttered to himself bemoaning his fate. “And this is what I have to work with?” Taking a deep breath, he straightened and turned towards the others. “That did it!” he screamed at the top of his volume. “I WANT EVERYBODY FRONT AND CENTER! NOW!”
Unfortunately for him however, nobody heard him. Just flat out nobody heard him. Of course, the loud clap of thunder overhead may have had something to do with it, but Starscream did not consider this to be a valid excuse. After all, Misfire had heard him. The smaller mech made his way over to his leader and as he proceeded to stand stock-still at military attention his footing, usually and surprisingly well placed, would have been perfect if not for one unfortunate factor; the mud. The slick, slimy ground shifted just as Misfire brought his one foot to rest in perfect position next to the other. This slight movement happened to send the once stationary mech to fall forward which in turn sent him crashing into his poor leader…once again sending them both crashing into the human’s equipment, and back down into the mud.
The resounding girlish screams finally managed to catch everyone’s attention as the ‘Cons all looked around before focusing back on Starscream and Misfire who was once again in his leaders lap. “One would think he plans that,” Scavenger muttered as he stared at the two.
“GET OFF ME!” Starscream hollered as he shoved the other mech off and into the nearest and deepest puddle he could find.
“I’m so sorry!” Misfire shouted as he scrambled backwards. “I swear it wasn’t my fault this time!”
“Then whose was it?” Starscream demanded. “Mine?”
Misfire rapidly shook his head as he pulled himself, still seated in the mud, back and a little further away from the raging jet. Starscream just glowered at the smaller mech before turning back towards the group that had once more sought shelter in the miraculously still dry blasted cave. With a dark, vicious growl he slowly, and very carefully managed to pull himself to his feet before turning his most fiercest and insane scowl at the group of dry ‘Cons. The ‘Con’s themselves all shrank further back into the small hallow.
With calm and precise precision, Starscream slowly reached down and with a sadistic grin, brought up his arm… with his blaster cannon fully charged and primed held firmly in his grasp. “Let’s try this again, shall we?” he said evenly and with deadly calm. “One-” Everyone was out of the cave and sliding around in the mud before Starscream could finish pronouncing the N. Starscream just grinned maliciously at them before suddenly he lunged forward and was gone.
With a gasp of stunned surprise, everyone whirled around to find Starscream, standing calmly in the small lean-to whistling cheerfully as he shook all the excess water off his person. He glanced at the gapping mechs and simply smiled. “What?” he asked them innocently. “I hate the rain.”
-To be Continued
Author’s note: Well, it seems that everyone is getting used to life on Earth… sort of… Well, please join us next Monday for chapter Thirty-Eight of Cover Me: Leaving the Garage. Hope to see you all there!
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