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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: … Oh please tell me if I messed this up! Please!
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 Forty: Escape is Futile
“SAM!” Bumblebee shouted as he shoved his way through the sea of Autobots that encircled the mustang, physically tossing the growling Prowl on his aft in his dash to get to the damaged patrol car. “’Cade! What happened? Why are you both here?” ‘Bee continued frantically as he finally broke free and dashed over to Barricade’s side.
“Was attacked,” Barricade grunted as he swung open his passenger door for ‘Bee to extract the unconscious human. “Had to get him to safety and this was the only place I could think of.”
“ATTACKED?” ‘Bee screeched horrified staring down at Sam’s frighteningly still form. “By who? You mean at his house? What about his parents? Did you check on Mikaela? What about Miles? Why is Sam unconscious? RATCHET! HELP!”
“’BEE! CALM DOWN!” Ratchet bellowed as he made his way over, ensuring he took a wide path around the ‘Con, and began scanning the boy.
The sound of chargers firing up suddenly echoed within the yard as Ironhide primed his cannons. “You better not have done anything to him you slagging piece of scrap!”
“Ironhide! Stand down!” Ratchet snapped as he went over Sam’s chart. “Wait until we have all the facts first!”
“WHAT?” Ironhide screeched. “He’s a ‘CON!”
“For Primus sake, shut up!” Barricade shouted, his audio sensor reverberating from the force of all the yelling. Ironhide growled at him but Barricade was beyond caring at this point, angered at how quickly the supposed “good guys” judged him. “The boy was freaking out! I put a mild sedative in my air filtration system, that’s it! Ladiesman217 is fine!”
“He’s right,” Ratchet announced to the freaking ‘Bot’s. “Sam’s just asleep, and aside from the minor scrapes and cuts, completely unharmed.”
“Oh thank Primus!” ‘Bee nearly fell over in relief, bringing Sam’s dozing body closer to his chest plate protectively.
“I still say we scrap the fucker now,” Ironhide growled, aiming his cannons at the mustang. “Who knows what he may have done to the boy!”
“He HELPED me!” Barricade shouted in response to Ironhide’s accusations. “I was just returning the favor! I did nothing to him save sedate him when he was in hysterics!”
“What does he mean that Sam helped him?” Ratchet aimed at Bumblebee suspiciously. “What is going on?”
“Well, um. You see, Barricade went to Sam to with an offer who then told Optimus who said-” Bumblebee tried to explain to everyone, shifting nervously.
“What?” Ratchet shouted surprised, cutting the ‘Botling off. “This is the first I’m hearing about this! You knew that Barricade was still functional? And you didn’t tell us?”
“We’ve got to work on our communication skills,” ‘Hide growled glaring at Optimus. “What are we all talking about? What offer?”
“You told your comrade’s nothing of my request? How very unlike you Prime,” Barricade tisked smugly before addressing to the other two. “I offered a peace treaty,” he chimed in helpfully, enjoying the sight of the normally calm and collected higher officials of the Autobots rip into one another. “I’ve defected from the Decepticons, more specifically Starscream… wow, try saying that three times fast.” Barricade chuckled at his own little pun as the two Autobots just stared at him.
“You left them?” Ratchet gasped in surprise before whirling to Optimus, “and you said NOTHING?”
“What was I suppose to do?” Optimus shouted back at Ratchet angrily. “We were still in the process of trying to contact the others! And besides, the war is still fresh in everyone’s memory circuits! I have to think about the well being of all the Autobots and I thought that having Barricade stay away was best for everyone! I thought the whole situation was over and done with!”
“STARSCREAM TRIES TO KILL ME AND ALL I GET IS A ‘SORRY, BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME’?” Barricade screeched, appalled. “Maybe I shouldn’t have left Starscream crazed dictatorship! We Decepticons at least already know that our comrades are deceitful pieces of slag, but you Prime?”
“My priority is my people!”
“Optimus, just say the word and he’s scrap!” Ironhide shouted.
“Slag it all, I came to you mechs for HELP!” Barricade screeched at full volume, aghast at the outlandish panic his mere presence was causing. “Not to get my aft handed to me! If I wanted that I could just as easily go back to Starscream!”
“A LIKELY STORY!” Ironhide shouted enraged. “Prime! It’s a trap! Let me take him out!”
“HE’S TELLING THE TRUTH!” Bumblebee shouted stepping in front of Barricade and into the direct line of fire, completely shocking the others with his protective stance. “Barricade has done nothing to us! I truly believe that he is sincere about wanting the peace treaty!”
“YOU DON’T KNOW FOR SURE!” Ironhide snapped unsure whether or not to lower his weapon with ‘Bee in the way. “He could turn at any moment!”
“What moment?” ‘Bee cried becoming more and more distraught at the situation. “Do you honestly think that he would wait for our comrades to finally rejoin us on Earth and then try and throw a coup? He’s been living at the Witwicky’s for months now and has done NOTHING!”
“’Bee! I thought I told you no heroics regarding Barricade’s offer!” Optimus snapped in frustration. “Did you help him after I specifically said no?”
“He was in stasis lock!” ‘Bee shouted hysterically, torn at being stuck between his angry friends and the defenseless Barricade. “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t do the same in my situation!”
“Stasis lock?” Ratchet screamed now whirling towards Optimus. “You left him to fend for himself in STASIS LOCK?”
“I knew nothing about him being in stasis!” Optimus countered defensively, taking a step back away from the infuriated medic. “I just thought he was damaged!”
“How could you leave ANY mech out there in stasis lock?” Ratchet continued, clearly not listening to Optimus’ reply before whirling around to point an accusing finger at the saleen patrol car. “AND HOW IS IT YOU’RE STILL HERE? YOU SHOULD BE SCRAP!”
Barricade remained silent and ‘Bee began shifting nervously. “Well, actually Mikaela helped out where she could,” he admitted and Ratchet’s jaw just about fell off its hinges.
“MIKAELA?” he screeched in surprise. “She had limited knowledge at best! She got him out of stasis? How did she manage that without-MY TOOLS!” he suddenly cried. “It’s been you who’s been snitching my tools!”
“You mean it wasn’t gremlins?” ‘Hide cried out surprised.
“Well we couldn’t very well haul him out here for you to fix him, could we? Not unless we really wanted him scrapped!” ‘Bee defended their actions.
“Glad to oblige! ‘Bee, get out of the way!” Ironhide re-charged his cannons.
“IRONHIDE! Enough!” Ratchet shouted taking position next to an amazed ‘Bee. “He’s injured! And I cannot allow anything to happen to him when he’s in such deplorable condition. Or damaged for that matter!”
“Was that a jibe at my personality?” Barricade demanded at the “deplorable condition” comment, wondering if perhaps becoming a Witwicky lawn ordainment was better than returning to his own kind as Judy had so innocently implied.
“Yes.” Ratchet answered simply. “Now shift out of alt-mode and let me take a look. No telling what the humans may have done to you no matter how good their intentions.”
“Er…” Barricade began backing up and away from the incoming medic who was moving towards him with a determined, threatening gait. Unfortunately for Barricade, some slagging idiot had dug a seven foot deep moat behind him and the whole slew of Autobots were corralling him in as they watched the rather remarkable proceedings. He had nowhere to go.
“He can’t transform,” ‘Bee told the medic solemnly and Ratchet just about blew a gasket.
“HE WHAT?” Ratchet screeched again. “Barricade! I want you in my med bay, NOW!”
“Thanks, but no thanks,” Barricade retorted as he desperately tried to calculate an escape route. “I think I’m good- HEY!” Barricade squawked as his entire front end was suddenly lifted off the ground and the blue of the sky was now the only thing he could register on his front scanners.
“Do not even try to evade me,” Ratchet growled in a deadly voice as he began to physically drag the mustang towards the base. “I’ve had plenty of experience in dealing with infantile mechs.”
“WHO ARE YOU CALLING A SPARKLING?” Barricades tires made a painful, grinding sound as he locked all his breaks in retaliation against the medic, throwing the parking break for good measure. “No! I want to live! DON’T LET HIM TAKE ME!”
“You’ll be fine!” ‘Bee insisted as he watched the struggle before him, Ratchet straining to move the mustang forward and Barricade’s hopeless attempt at defiance. “Ratchet’s the best medic there is and you know it!”
“Sorry, but no!”
Barricade suddenly threw his gears into reverse and began a desperate attempt at escape as he gunned his engine. With a roar of power he successfully yanked himself out of Ratchet’s grasp, causing the medic to yelp in surprise as he overcompensated and proceeded to fall flat on his face as the Decepticon quickly freed himself. Barricade didn’t have any time to gloat at the comical look of the sprawled Autobot however, as he made a break for freedom- in reverse! He didn’t get very far though as a large foot came down on his trunk, halting his progression and ‘Cade squawked as now two sets of hands reached under his chaise and lifted his rear right off the ground.
“Oh no you don’t,” Ironhide growled as he and Optimus struggled with the wailing vehicle. “If we have to suffer, you have to suffer!”
“What does that mean?” Ratchet yelped as he clambered back to his feet.
“NO!” Barricade howled as he tried to stretch himself out to stay on the ground as Ratchet once more took hold of his front. “You can’t make me damn you! I’m a slagging Decepticon warrior! This is undignified! You can’t do this to me!”
“Sorry, but the medics word is law. You’re fucked,” ‘Hide told him smugly.
“NO!”
“Damn it! Hold him!” Ratchet snarled as they struggled with the jerking ‘Con.
“It would be so much easier if I had my slagging tow cable,” Ironhide muttered and ‘Bee suddenly shifted further away from the group.
“Um, I actually do have it if you think it would help.”
“WHAT?”
“IRONHIDE! DON’T LET GO!” Optimus barked as the top kick straightened and proceeded to drop the mustang in his shock. Barricade once more gunned his engine as soon as he felt dirt under the lone tire.
“SLAG!” Ironhide growled as the other two tumbled under the sudden increase of weight they were holding and Barricade got all four tires successfully on the ground. With a disturbingly graceful leap Ironhide lunged at the car, coming down full force on top of the dented hood before the ‘Con could haul ass.
“SLAG IT! LET ME GO! YOU DON’T WANT ME HERE ANYWAY!”
“I can’t in good conscious allow you to leave knowing you’re injured and defenseless!” Ratchet shouted back at him as the three proceeded to manhandle the car into the base and right into the main hanger. “Get him on the table!”
“Watch his headlights! Ratchet, watch the grappling hooks!” Optimus cried out as Barricade tried to grab a hold of anything that may help him flee the thrice-insane Autobot medic.
“’Hide! Keep his rear tires off the ground! Don’t let him get a purchase!”
“Got it!” Ironhide followed Ratchet’s command and he groaned as he hefted the Con’s rear up to his shoulders as they got him on the table. Barricade felt pressure against his front tires and instantly tried to spin them.
“’BEE! Set Sam down and help us!” Optimus called out as he leaned over the mustang and placed his full weight on the ‘Con’s hood. Ensuring that Sam was out of any harm’s way on Optimus’ boxcar-turned-desk; the youngest ‘Bot quickly joined his leader in containing the snarling patrol car.
“YOU CAN’T DEFEAT ME!” Barricade shouted defiantly, the stench of burning rubber permeating the room as he spun his tires. “I WILL NOT LET YOU DEFEAT ME!”
“For crying out loud, you are worse than the twins I swear to Primus!” Ratchet growled as he tried to pry Barricade’s hood open. “Damn it, HOLD HIM!”
“We’re tryin’!” Ironhide snapped as he strained under the weight.
“Slag it all!” Ratchet released the hood and made his way back to his storage bin. Red optics flew wide as Ratchet pulled out a rather large industrial hose. “Do I have to put you under?”
All motion stopped as Barricade just stared at the long, innocent piece of tubing that rested in the hands of the EMT unit. “No, sir.”
“Thank Primus!” Ironhide groaned and proceeded to just let go of the ‘Con’s rear allowing the mustang to come crashing down onto the med table.
“Watch it you piece of antiquated slag!”
“What did you call me?”
“IRONHIDE!” Ratchet snapped at the weapon specialist and Ironhide instantly backed up and away from the table as Ratchet started heading towards him, hose still in hand. ‘Bee sniggered at what was obviously an ingrained reaction to the sight of the hose.
Barricade snickered as well. “Who’s the coward now?”
“Prime! I swear! Once Ratchet fixes him up, he scrap!
“That’s enough!” Optimus snapped as he fell onto a thankfully close boxcar. “It’s been a long day.”
“And it’s not over yet,” Ratchet grunted as he finally managed to pry open the indented hood of the patrol car. “You never did tell us what happened with Sam,” he directed to the ‘Con. “If you were at the Witwicky house then are we to assume the whole neighborhood is toast?”
“Not necessarily,” Barricade growled as Ratchet went to work on his interior. “Watch the intake valves! I had those custom done!” Ratchet just snorted and yanked on the valves as hard as he could. “Hey!”
“What happened?” Optimus demanded as he ignored the occasional snapping between doctor and patient, his optics narrowing on the ‘Con. “How is it that you ended up with Sam?”
“The boy was attacked,” Barricade reported.
“Sam was attacked?” ‘Bee asked worriedly. “Not you.”
“Was it Starscream again?” Optimus asked. “Did he finally come out of hiding?”
“It was humans actually,” Barricade said and the reaction was defining.
“WHAT?”
The four Autobots all just gapped at the ‘Con in complete disbelief as they all tried to process the information past their logic circuits. Even Ratchet had stopped his invasive prodding and took a step back to just stare in the vicinity of the mustangs grill. “In black SUV’s?” he asked suspiciously.
“Indeed,” Barricade confirmed, glad of the reprieve from the medical exam.
“Sector Seven? But they were disbanded!” Ironhide shouted in surprise.
“What of Sam’s parents? Were they taken again?” ‘Bee cried out again.
“Did they follow you here?” Ratchet demanded.
“Not unless they walked,” Barricade snickered.
“What?”
“Never mind that!” Optimus commanded, instantly halting everyone’s shouting questions. He turned to the Decepticon in with a grim frown. “Are you sure it was them?”
“If I may be able to actually finish my sentence, I would have told you that in actuality it wasn’t Sector Seven but rather-”
“WHAT?”
“What do you mean it wasn’t Sector Seven?”
“You said it was humans!”
“Right! If it was humans, who else could it be?”
“Oh for the love of Primus will you shut up for five seconds?” Barricade shouted angrily. “They called themselves Sector Thirteen.”
“Another sector?” Ratchet muttered softly, shock rendering him momentarily still. “Are you sure?”
“I’m one hundred percent positive. That and it helped that they conveniently identified themselves as they were chasing Sam all over the living room.”
“What did they want?” Optimus asked worriedly. “Did you find out?”
“Indeed. Those dismal creatures thought to capture Sam and use him as a means of persuasion for capturing their precious NBE-2.”
“Me?” Bumblebee gasped, horrified at the very thought of anyone using Sam as a way to get to him. “They were trying to get to me?”
“Irrefutably so.”
The three older Autobots all looked at each other in dumbfounded shock at the sad yet gentle tone that Barricade spoke to ‘Bee with. It was almost like it held some note of compassion in it. There was one common thought that all rang through their processors; ‘what had taken place during those months their youngest had the ‘Con fugitive hidden away in the Witwicky garage?’
“They invaded Sam’s place of residence not long after you had departed to rejoin your group. I highly doubted they were expecting me to be in the vicinity however, let alone that I would come to the boy’s aid.” The mustang’s voice held a note of smugness.
‘Bee tilted his head quizzically, “Do I even what to know what you did?”
Barricade snickered darkly. “Remember the tree across the street?”’
‘Bee’s optics winked off and on in surprise. “The one you rammed Trent’s truck against?”
“You did what?” Ironhide yelped. “‘Trent’ as in ‘my hunk of tin is so superior to your last year model top kick’ Trent?”
Now it was both ‘Bee and ‘Cade who snickered. “You should hear what we did to him during lunch the past few weeks. He now knows the toughest meter maid on a first name basis.”
“Hilda the Horrible and Trent the Terrible,” ‘Cade laughed. “A match made in heaven. May they forever be miserable together.”
“’Cade!” ‘Bee laughed and rapped his knuckled against the mustang’s side panels. “That’s a horrible thing to say!”
“Yet it’s so true!” A voice suddenly rang across the room.
“Sam!” Two voices rang out and the older Autobots were once more left to wonder at the joy that emanated from the immobile Decepticon unit. ‘Bee was instantly by the “desk” and picked Sam up, what surprised the others was that he brought the boy over to the medical table and stood at an angle that ensured that the mustang could see for himself that Sam was okay.
“What happened?” ‘Bee continued. “’Cade said that you were attacked.”
“Yeah, by this whacked out nut job.”
“Simmons?” Optimus asked confused. “I thought this was a different sector.”
Sam shook his head but instantly halted his movement as he began to see spots floating across his vision. “No, some other weird nut job going off about saving all of mankind from destroying themselves or some such nonsense.”
“How did you escape?” ‘Hide asked doggedly, sure that he was about to get a straight answer from someone.
Sam turned to look the gunner straight in the face as he replied, “Barricade saved me.”
Ironhide gapped in astonishment at Sam’s conformation of what Barricade had already stated. The slagging Decepticon risked aft and spark to save a human. And not just any human, but the very one who had finished off his leader, Megatron. It overloaded ones processors that was for sure. ‘Cade couldn’t help but let out a triumphant “ha!” at Ironhide’s stunned expression.
“So what exactly did you do to them?” Ratchet asked as he got back to work. “The Sector Thirteen guys I mean. Oh and Trent, I suppose.”
“Wrapped their own ‘superior tin cans’ around a tree,” Barricade announced smugly as he settled back on his tires. “And smashed the other two against that one! I’m currently running a watch on all the police frequencies to see just how they explain themselves.”
Optimus nodded as he threw a look to Ratchet. “How long do you think it will be before you have him repaired?”
“Please take your time.” Ironhide added darkly. “There’s no hurry. The longer you take the longer we have before we have a slagging ‘Con under foot.”
“Ironhide,” Optimus sighed and ‘Bee and Sam were now shooting him venomous glares.
“I am right here you know,” Barricade growled. “I can hear every word you say.” Ironhide said nothing.
“Well, from what I can tell, I’ll have to rebuild some of his internal parts and that alone will take a few weeks,” Ratchet announced.
“Yippee,” Barricade groaned as he slumped down onto the “table”. “What am I suppose to do until then?”
“Well, we could always send him to the junk yard,” Ironhide offered.
“‘HIDE!” four voices shouted out angrily.
“I’m just suggesting…”
“I have a better question,” Ratchet stated. “What are we going to do about this new sector?”
Optimus sighed as he heaved himself up from his seat. “Well, first I suppose we should be getting in touch with Keller; and the Rangers as well. If this Sector Thirteen has truly risen from the ashes of Sector Seven-”
“Why is it that all Prime units are slagging poet wannabe’s?” Barricade muttered irritably.
“Perhaps because insolent mechs are constantly interrupting us,” Optimus growled angrily. “As I had been saying,” Barricade let out a huff, “if this Sector Thirteen is after us then we need the aid of Will and his team to keep them at bay. They’ve had years to examine our kind thanks to a frozen Megatron and we know that they have weapons that could render us inoperable.”
“Slag the comm.’s,” Ironhide growled as he stood and began making his way to the door. “I’ll go get Will and Epps myself.”
“Then I wish you luck,” Optimus replied. “While it is faster, we don’t know if Sector Thirteen had a contingence plan of using Will to get to you the same way they were planning to get to Bumblebee by using Sam.”
Ironhide nodded before shifting and peeling out of the hanger at full speed, not even waiting for anyone to volunteer to accompany him as back up. The other Autobots watched him go a bit amazed. “How did he manage to jump that high?” ‘Bee wondered aloud as they watched the top kick manage to jump over the rather wide moat.
“I don’t know,” Optimus sighed again as he turned to the mustang. “Well, for what it’s worth. Welcome to the Autobots.”
Barricade huffed as Ratchet pulled out yet another wire. “With all due respect Optimus Prime,” he responded in an even, deadly tone. “I think I would have done better in the Witwicky garage as a makeshift laundry hamper.” ‘Bee’s and Sam’s peels of laughter rang out of the building and out into the courtyard to where the remaining ten assorted Autobots still stood, rooted to their spots in shock.
Throughout the whole ordeal, the entire group had simply remained frozen in their spots and had just gapped as they watched their superior officers literally pick up a known Decepticon and bundled him off nearly kicking, well wheeling, and screaming to the hanger. They listened, scandalized by the loud shouts and swear words that had floated out of the open doors, followed by the occasional clanging and roar of an engine as Barricade tried to escape his enemy’s clutches. There had been a sudden shout and then an abrupt, somewhat scary hushed silence descended. No one moved as they increased the volume on their audio sensors, desperately trying to learn what was going on inside the seemingly innocent building.
More silence, then what was unmistakably Ironhide in his alt-mode tore out of the hanger as if the very ‘Con he had carted off was on his tail and had taken off down the road towards the city. The group stared at the dust trail the truck had left in his wake with an assortment of disbelieving, shocked stares.
“Do you think it’s possible that we fell into a worm hole and were accidentally transported to some sort of bizarre, alternate universe?” Wheeljack mumbled dazedly.
“Ridiculous,” Preceptor replied instantly. “It’s scientifically impossible.”
“You never know,” Inferno murmured. “Would explain a lot of things.”
The twins immediately began to hum the theme song to the Twilight Zone. “You have entered another dimension,” Sunny started.
“A dimension of sound,” Sideswipe intoned.
“A dimension of sig-”
“Knock it off you two,” Hound growled. The twins sniggered.
“Red,” Prowl’s voice suddenly rose from the vicinity of the ground as the commander finally heaved himself to his feet from where ‘Bee had tossed him aside. The first commander had watched the whole show in a daze where he sat, too stunned before now to bother getting up. “You were the first to arrive. You’ve been here the longest. What’s your take on the whole thing?”
“What’s my take on what?” Red asked in English, “blinking” innocently. “I’m sure that there’s a very good explanation regarding the ‘Con and why he had Sam.” Everyone just stared at the security chief. Red looked around confused. “What? There probably is…”
Bluestreak snorted in disbelief. “Coming from Red, that’s not very reassuring.” Inferno reached over and whapped him upside the head and Red narrowed his optics at the silver ‘Bot.
Wheeljack turned to Perceptor. “Are you sure-”
“YES! FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME, YES!” the scientist shouted angrily.
“All right,” Prowl sighed as he turned towards the group of Autobots. The group he had spent the last few centuries along side of, searching for the Allspark, Energon and ultimately, Decepticons. The very ‘Bots he had fought with, struggled with, lived with as they went about searching the countless planets, hell-entire galaxies for the life saving entity of Energon.
It had been a long day already but to have come across a ‘Con that seemingly had defected from his own troops and saved a “hu-man”, waiting for them at their very own base only to then have the First Arrivals cart him off like a disobedient sparkling… Prowl wanted nothing more than to slip into recharge for the foreseeable future; a century might do it.
“Let’s go find out what the slag is going on around here!”
-To Be Continued
Please join us next week for chapter Forty-One of Cover Me: Miscommunication
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