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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: -Hurles Prowl Plushi at NetherOnyx- Please don't go!
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-Nine: Together Again
“That was the most horrible thing I’ve ever experienced…” Inferno muttered as he tried to shake the water out of the small crevices in his plating. “It was cold…” Red Alert chuckled as he began to try and help his husband dry off.
When the storm clouds had first rolled in, Inferno instantly stood upwind from Red, trying to lessen the blow from the harsh wind and unyielding water. Red had tried to convince his mate that it was fine, but Inferno had insisted. It was rather cute when Wheeljack tried to imitate the other mech and attempted to do the same for Ratchet. Unfortunately for him, the four First Arrivals had absolutely no care about the damp and continued to mill around, completely ignoring the whole rain issue.
“I’ve never seen anything like it. Does it always do that on this planet?” Wheeljack asked as he tried to get the water out of his own joints.
“Not that often here in the desert, but during the winter months,” Ratchet said stepping around a puddle that was rapidly being sucked into the soil. “Be grateful. In some other counties, they have places called rain forest where it does nothing but.”
“OH! The delivery man!” Sideswipe chirped. Optimus instantly turned and just stared at the red Lamborghini who instantly cowered.
“My paint!” Everyone jumped in surprise and turned to Sunny who had a spotlight tuned onto his arm as he stared down in horror at the spots forming on his person. “What is this? I look like a slagging cheetah!”
“Cheetah?” Sideswipe asked puzzled. “You mean like the cheese chips?” Sunny growled at him as the First Arrivals snickered.
“Well, at least it’s stopped,” Optimus chuckled as he looked up at the clearing sky where the stars were just starting to peek out before once more hidden by the clouds.
“How long do you think it will take them to get here?” Bumblebee asked the older ‘Bots, as he shook himself off.
“Too hard to tell,” Wheeljack was the one who answered. “We never got their coordinates, we just sent ours. Could be minutes, could be hours-”
“Could be days,” Ironhide muttered.
“Do we know for sure if this is where the others are going to even land?” Perceptor asked as he wandered over.
“This is what I sent them,” Optimus shrugged.
“Is this area secure?” Inferno suddenly asked, much to Red’s surprise.
“What do you mean is it secure?” Red asked him as he began scanning around the different regions. “This is where I originally landed.”
“But there’s some cannon fire residue about a gigaclick away from here.”
“Mile,” Red instantly corrected as he turned his scanners towards where Inferno was pointing.
“Oh, that!” Ratchet chuckled as he too glanced down the road. Everyone turned to him surprised at the laugh. “Ask ‘Hide about his little obsession with the local cacti around here.”
“It is not an obsession,” Ironhide grumbled embarrassed.
“Yes, it is,” Ratchet, Optimus and ‘Bee stated flatly in unison, only to have the droll tone be ruined when ‘Bee began giggling insanely.
Ironhide frowned at them. “How many times must I repeat myself, they’re not symmetrical!”
Ratchet shook his head. “That excuse is getting rather old, try a different one.”
“But they’re not!”
“Cacti?” Perceptor asked as he ran the word through his search engine. “It’s a plant, is it not? You mentioned something similar earlier.”
“More like a lot of the same plant,” Ratchet corrected.
“What’s so special about a plant?” Sideswipe muttered as a large “towel” suddenly was thrust at him by Sunstreaker as the other mech asked him to wipe off his back. He looked at the large tablecloth with some confusion. “Where did you get this?”
“Does it matter?” Sunny asked as he presented his back to his husband. Sides decided that it didn’t and began buffing the rain spattered shoulder panel.
“I want that cleaned and back in my med bay by the end of today.”
The two jerked as Ratchet suddenly appeared next to Sides, frowning. “Er, sorry,” Sunny muttered. Ratchet’s frown deepened slightly before he finally shook his head and made his way back to Optimus.
“Anything on your long distance scanners?” the big rig asked the medic.
Ratchet just shook his head as Wheeljack came up next to them. “Mine either,” the engineer said before Optimus could even ask. “And I have all of them on standby.”
“Good,” Optimus sighed. “Hopefully they’ll arrive sooner rather than later.”
“Hopefully,” Wheeljack repeated.
There was quiet for a long time as everyone continued to mill about. Perceptor had wandered away for a few moments only to return with an entire cactus in his hands, roots and dirt still attached. “For examination,” he explained at the baffled looks he received.
“Good, try and figure out a way to make them symmetrical,” Ironhide suggested helpfully, or rather non-helpfully. This time it was Inferno who whacked him upside the head. “HEY!” Ratchet leaned over and whapped the other side. “HEY!”
“Okay, let’s leave the poor, confused mech alone,” Optimus chuckled. The others smirked, well everyone but ‘Hide, and began to mill around again. Optimus gave the gunner a small smile of sympathy before he turned to ‘Bee. “So how has life at the Witwicky’s been?” he asked innocently.
Bumblebee’s laughter instantly stopped at all the implications that one question could mean. ‘Bee knew he was being silly with the sudden panic attack, but he couldn’t help the sudden electric shock that ran through his wiring at the innocent question. “Ah, you know; same old, same old…” He shrugged and turned his attention back to the sky, hoping that the older mech would allow it to pass.
Optimus tilted his head, staring at the youngster, questioningly. Usually whenever he asked, ‘Bee would instantly go on and on about Sam and Mikaela and the Witwicky life in general. “Judy seemed in high spirits,” he tried offhandedly.
Bumblebee just nodded. “Yeah, she and Ron went out tonight.”
“What?” Optimus yelped and a few of the others turned towards them startled by the cry. Ratchet and Ironhide were instantly at their side, both looking slightly worried.
“What is it?” Ratchet asked apprehensively. “What’s wrong?”
“Do we need to shoot something?” Ironhide asked rather excitedly.
“No, stand down,” Optimus growled as he dropped his voice. “Why did you allow him to stay home alone?”
“Sam’s fine,” ‘Bee insisted in a soft tone. “In his culture, he’s old enough to be left alone. Trust me.”
“You left him alone?” Ironhide hissed, shock rippling thought his voice. “With,” his voice got even lower if that was even possible. “With Decepticons still out there?”
‘Bee gave the top kick a dark glare “Just what are the odds of the Decepticons attacking tonight? Or tomorrow for that matter?”
“Still,” Ironhide grumbled, “do you think it wise?”
“Sam can take care of himself!” ‘Bee insisted.
“’Bee,” Optimus drawled as he stared at the younger ‘Bot, and ‘Bee instantly knew exactly what his leader was hinting at.
“Sam should be fine,” ‘Bee insisted. ‘He better be, what with a slagging ‘Con in the garage,’ he thought to himself.
“Is something amiss?” Perceptor asked from where he and the rest of his teammates were standing off to the side, watching curiously.
Optimus said nothing for a while as he continued to give Bumblebee a long, searching stare before he turned back to the others. “Just a small conflict of opinion,” he called out.
“Is there anything we can do to help?” Inferno asked worriedly when he suddenly felt Red give a small tug on his arm. The smaller fire unit gave a quick shake of his head. “What?”
“They’re discussing Sam,” Red whispered.
Inferno was puzzled. “So?”
Red shook his head in exasperation. “So, leave them alone.” Inferno stared at his husband puzzled when he heard Optimus answer him.
“No, thank you though Inferno,” Optimus finally turned away from the smaller camaro and wandered back to the main group, instantly falling into a conversation with Wheeljack about possible landing sites.
“Should I contact Will and Epps?” Ironhide asked softly but Optimus just shook his head.
“Let’s just drop it,” he muttered. A short pause, “for now.”
‘Hide quirked his head before glancing back to a rather tense ‘Bee who was trying his best to look nonchalant about the whole issue. “Right, whatever you say Optimus.”
Ratchet shook his head as stepped next to ‘Bee, “Optimus is just worried about him,” he told the younger ‘Bot. “He feels responsible for bringing Sam into our war.”
‘Bee gave the medic a grateful smile. “I know, but Sam can take care of himself. He took care of Megatron, didn’t he?”
Ratchet smiled back. “That he did, and that’s why we all worry about him. We owe him a great debt of gratitude.”
‘Bee sighed. “You know that Sam doesn’t like it when you guys talk like that, right?”
Ratchet just chuckled. “Well it’s the truth.” ‘Bee rolled his eyes as they both made their way to the others where they were surprised to see Optimus had lost his stern, leader look and had gone back to that worried parent mode of his.
“Ratchet!” Optimus turned back towards the medic. “What’s the amount of time that they can stay in their original forms before that strange energy wave hits them?”
“What?” Ratchet jerked back as Optimus practically pounced on him.
“The energy wave,” Perceptor clarified in a rather superior tone. “The one that was goofing around with Sunny.”
“What energy was doing what with whose person?” Sunny yelped as he shoved his way into the circle and grabbed Ratchet’s other arm, the small jolts of panic creeping up his core wiring. “What are you all babbling about? I thought I just ruptured a fuel line!”
Sideswipe was quickly shoved towards his mate as Ratchet tried to extract himself from now both Optimus and Sunny’s tight hold. “What are you freaking out about now?”
“The energy!” Optimus insisted. “We’re in the middle of the desert! It would take time to get everyone to the city to scan an alt mode. How long do we have?”
Ratchet’s optics flickered in astonishment as he stared around at everyone as now they were all were panicking. “Wait! Everyone calm down!” There were a few moments of quiet before everyone once again began babbling as one. Ratchet sighed before he finally managed to extract himself from the throng of mechs. “Okay! ENOUGH!” He glared at them. “Now can someone, and only that person, please explain what this is all about?”
Everyone automatically turned to look at Optimus who was desperately trying to regain his composure. “The energy waves that were overloading Sunny’s core.”
“What?” Sunny suddenly bellowed. “Why didn’t anyone tell me about that part?”
“Sunstreaker!” Ratchet growled. Sunny managed to pull off an actual pout but quieted down and allowed Sideswipe to comfort him. Ratchet shook his head before he turned back towards the others. “That was a different situation. Sunny was injured prior to landing here, his core was already susceptible to the strange wave.”
“But,” Optimus was puzzled. “But you said that everyone had to be in an alt form to be immune to it.”
Ratchet nodded. “But it would take a while for it to begin any effect. They probably have about seven Earth hours before it reaches critical.”
“We should be able to get them to the city and in an alt mode by then, shouldn’t we?” Red Alert asked them.
“Well, we certainly aren’t going to find anything out here in the middle of the desert at two a.m. that’s for damn sure,” Ironhide announced.
Optimus sighed. “True.” It was just then that suddenly everyone’s proximity alarms began blaring. “Ratchet!” Optimus barked.
“There’re here!” Ratchet called out, scanners already turned to the sky.
“But I can’t see anything,” Sunny groaned, looking upward.
“That’s because it’s cloudy,” Ironhide growled. “They’re running interference. Our system ain’t set up for this type of weather.”
“How far out are they?” Perceptor asked as he tried to look around.
“Don’t know, too early to tell- HOLY SLAGGING PRIMUS!” Optimus dove for the ground as four flaming pods suddenly barreled through the clouds and headed straight for them.
Everyone followed their leader’s example and hit the dirt as the four pods separated and flew off in different directions before the ground shook with the force of the four impacts. Optimus was very glad he was already on the ground because the shockwave would have knocked him off his feet. Raising his head, he looked around at the Autobots laying flat on the ground around him. “Status!”
“Clear,” Ratchet and ‘Bee called out instantly.
“Slagging mud!” Ironhide bellowed as he rolled over onto his back. “Oh, I can feel it seeping into my paneling.”
“Oh suffer,” Ratchet muttered as he forced himself to stand.
“What kind of medic are you?” Red Alert demanded as he wiped the mud off his face.
“The kind that teaches you self reliance,” Ratchet growled as he shook the mud off his hands. “Yuck.”
“Guys?” Optimus sat up, trying to get a fix on the Second Arrivals who had yet to answer him. “Status?” he called out again as he turned towards the others… only to stare in somewhat stunned disbelief as he saw Inferno, Wheeljack, Perceptor and the twins all scattering in different directions as they headed towards the four landing points of the newest arrivals at a dead run.
“Wow, look at ‘em go,” Ironhide observed from where he was still sitting in the mud.
“Shouldn’t we be running after them?” Bumblebee asked as he struggled to his feet.
“Ah, let them go,” Ratchet muttered. “The exercise will be good for them.”
“Hey Optimus, about that vacation?” Ironhide asked again.
“No one is getting one before me!” Optimus insisted as he finally made it to his feet. “Red?” he called as he looked at the still prone security chief. “You okay?”
“I’m good!” Red called back as he finally heaved himself upward to sit. “So… are we going over there or what?”
“Ah, they haven’t even gotten out of the pods yet. We got time,” Optimus muttered as he made his way towards Ratchet. He dropped his voice to a whisper. “I want you by Prowl at all times.”
“I know how to do my job,” Ratchet muttered as he finally stood.
“Hey Red, you coming?” Ironhide called out from where he was standing next to ‘Bee.
“Yeah, I’m coming.”
Everyone was still standing around the four craters waiting for the latest group to finally emerge from the holes by the time the others finally wandered over. “You took your sweet time getting here,” Wheeljack announced as he looked at the stragglers.
“We’re pros at this by now,” Ironhide grinned. “We should have warned you not bother hurrying off but…” he shrugged.
“Thanks for the tip,” Perceptor frowned at him and the gunner’s grin just got wider. Ratchet nodded to Optimus as he wandered over to one of the other creators where Wheeljack was waiting while Ironhide wandered after Red who was making his way to Inferno. They spoke for a while before Ironhide wandered off to where the twins were standing by yet another of the large smoking holes. Bumblebee turned back to Optimus with a small frown, his optics questioningly but Optimus shook his head.
“Prime!” Optimus, ‘Bee and Perceptor turned to see that the mech finally manage to climb out of the crater and was making his way over. “It’s good to see you!”
“Bluestreak!” Optimus cried out as he made his way over to the mech and clamped a hand on his shoulder. “Good to see you again. How was the ride in?”
“Crazy!” Bluestreak announced. “We ran into another meteor shower before we got here and it was absolutely awesome!”
“Yes, I can see that,” Optimus stared at the few dings covering the mechs person.
“Boy what a trip,” Bluestreak grinned at him. “It took us forever to finally figure out where you guys were sending from and then we had to actually turn around ‘case we almost past ya! There were three other planets we passed in this system and it took us a while to finally figure out which one you had been broadcasting from. Then we almost couldn’t get a fix on you ‘cause of these dark patches of stuff in the sky here and-”
“Optimus Prime,” a flat voice spoke behind him, cutting the chattering mech off, much to everyone’s relief.
Optimus turned back around to grin as Prowl made his way over, Ratchet followed rather closely behind with Wheeljack bringing up the rear. “Prowl! You made it.”
Prowl nodded as one of the other mechs wandered over with Red and Inferno. He looked around at the clearly changed first and second teams around him before giving Optimus a surprised look. “What happened to you guys?” he asked, the voice identifying him as Hound.
“Oh, it’s a result of our alt forms,” Ratchet explained to him. “Which you all have to get fairly soon.”
“Why?” Blaster asked as he wandered over followed by Ironhide and the twins who immediately pounced on Prowl.
“Prowl!” They cried out. “Did you miss us?”
“Were you lonely?”
“Did you get to fight more Decepticons?”
“Look! I live!”
Prowl was instantly trying to shove the twins off of him before shooting Optimus a rather frazzled look. “Guys, get off him,” Optimus commanded. Both Lamborghini’s pouted but released the poor, frazzled commander.
“As I was saying,” Ratchet continued, giving the twins a disapproving glare. “When the others landed we realized that there is a strange energy wave on this planet that was interfering with our systems.”
“Energon?” Prowl instantly asked, trying to move away from the insane twins.
“Already?” Bluestreak chirped happily. “Well isn’t that lucky that we found some so quickly.”
“No, not Energon,” Wheeljack shook his head, startling the four.
“What?” Hound muttered puzzled. “But if it interferes with our systems then it has to be-”
“All scans of the planet revealed zero Energon fields. It can’t be Energon,” Ironhide insisted, much to the four’s dismay.
“Well then what is it?” Blaster asked.
“No idea,” Perceptor answered this time. “But we’re working on it.”
“Which means we have a long walk to the city so all of you can scan an alt mode before we bring you to our base,” Optimus sighed.
“Thank Primus,” Bluestreak sighed in relief. “All I want to do for the next revolution is just hunker down in recharge and sleep.”
“I hear that,” Blaster chuckled with everyone else joining him.
‘Bee grinned at the group before he noticed Prowl looking around rather confused for a few moments while Ratchet, who was standing behind the commander, looked as if he would love nothing better than to forcefully put Prowl under. The youngest ‘Bot frowned and glanced at Optimus, seeing that the other mech had clearly observed the somewhat lost look. “Well, let’s get going,” the big rig announced as he turned to move towards the road. “We have a long walk.”
“Walk where?” Hound asked again as they moved. “And is this planet always this… squishy everywhere?” the scout asked as he looked down at the mud in bemusement.
“Um, not always,” Ratchet chuckled.
“So how far is it to this city?” Prowl asked. “And what about the local inhabitants?”
“Nice people,” Red told him as he followed behind. “You’ll like them.”
Prowl and Hound turned back around to give him a puzzled look but Blaster and Bluestreak just shrugged, not really caring at the moment. “Why must we go to this city?” Bluestreak was asking. “Why can’t we find an alt form around here?”
“Because!” Ironhide chuckled as he took a few steps forward and held his arm out wide to indicate the terrain around them as he turned back to look at the group. “There’s nothing out here to scan!”
The moment the words were out of his mouth a sudden sound of revving engines echoed throughout the desert and two cars, followed closely by a speeding police car with lights flashing and siren wailing, whizzed by on the road behind the gunner’s form. Everyone watched as the cars grew smaller in the distance before turning back to Ironhide with rather smug expressions. “Okay, so that was a random coincidence!” The gunner bellowed out.
“Really random,” Ratchet snickered as he tracked the vehicles exit.
“Do you think they saw us?” Red asked worriedly as he watched them go.
“Doubtful,” Optimus sighed. “They were moving to fast.”
The sudden sound of gears turning had everyone turning back around to find the very cars that had sped by now sitting behind them. There was a Dodge Charger patrol car, an old military style jeep and after a quick search on the web learned that it was a Nissan 350z Roadster Enthusiast sitting where their friends once were. It was the fourth item that had everyone staring in disbelief however.
“A stereo?” Ironhide cried out in surprise. “Don’t we have enough of those at home?”
“Well, it works.” Ratchet shrugged as the mechs transformed once again back into their mech modes. The patrol car had been Prowl, big surprise there seeing as it had been obvious that the patrol car had been one of authority. The jeep turned out to be Hound who was grinning madly as he examined his companion’s newest look while the Roadster was Bluestreak and the… stereo was Blaster. Optimus gave the ‘Bot a look.
“What?” Blaster asked innocently. “It was the closet thing I could see for communications.” Optimus just continued to stare at the mech.
“Well, it’s not very mobile,” Ratchet mused.
“Neither is a microscope!” Ironhide snarled. “And they both can’t fit in my flat bed!”
Optimus frowned at the gunner as Ratchet sighed. “We really need to get you that trailer,” he muttered to the rig.
“I suppose I can take Blaster,” Inferno offered. “If we could perhaps strap him down somewhat.”
“It would be faster to get back to the base,” Wheeljack agreed.
The four newest arrivals looked back and forth between the chatting group in confusion. “Um, what are we all talking about?” Hound asked apprehensively.
“What?” Optimus turned back to the smaller group. “Oh, sorry.”
After a quick explanation and a little bit of maneuvering, they managed to get the rather large stereo on the back of Inferno and once Perceptor was loaded up, they group of fourteen Autobots began making their way towards home. Surprisingly, most of the trip was quiet as the four newest all took in their surroundings. Optimus was never more grateful. There was some chatter as the others helped the newly arrived log onto the web and begin downloading the different dialects but other than that it was peaceful. Blaster was completely enthralled and kept sending different links to everyone when he found something he deemed “cool”, however on the whole, it seemed that everyone was just grateful that they were together again.
Understandable if they had spent a majority of their time in space together. Centuries floating around in mass nothingness would probably create some very close bonds. ‘And speaking of bonds…’ Optimus glanced over at the Charger driving next to him. ‘I can only hope he makes it through the loss of his.’
It was just as the sun rose that they finally saw the base in the distance. “We’re almost there,” Optimus announced with a relieved sigh as they reached the home stretch. Bluestreak couldn’t stop a small cheer from where he was at the rear of the group followed by the rather quiet ‘Bee.
Optimus chuckled before he suddenly slammed on his breaks, shock rendering him completely speechless as he saw what was waiting for them in front of the base. He, Ratchet and Ironhide instantly shifted, Perceptor squawking as he was thrown off of Ironhide’s flat bed, but everyone remained in silent surprise as the three First Arrivals instantly pulled out their guns and charged them up. There were gasps all around and suddenly everyone was transforming and guns were suddenly pulled from random places as everyone instantly zeroed in on the small, lone figure sitting just outside their base, determining that this automobile was clearly a Cybertronion in disguise. “BUMBLEBEE!” Optimus bellowed as he took front point, gun trained on the silent figure. “FRONT AND CENTER!”
Bumblebee, who had been feeling rather left out as all the older mechs caught up with each other on the drive home and had been traveling a little distance behind the group, suddenly found himself shoving the older ‘Bots aside in horror as he realized just who it was they were all aiming their guns at. ‘Barricade.’ Bumblebee felt his spark jolt at the sight of the damaged mustang. ‘Primus please,’ the plea rang throughout his mind as he tried to shove his way through the group of tense, nervous mechs, ‘let them be alright!’
-To Be Continued
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