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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: It's cold out there!
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-Two: Hard Questions
Inferno shook his head as he moved next to his husband and pulled him gently to the side after Red’s perky announcement. “What?” Red asked bewildered. “It’s a great moat.” Inferno just gave Red a small pat on the head as everyone decided to ignore the clearly still insane fire chief and get back on topic.
“So there are natives of this planet who oppose us?” Prowl asked with concerned as he looked back at Optimus for conformation after hearing about the group of humans after their life fluid. “If it is so, why should we even stay on this planet?”
“Because Prowl, we didn’t know anyone opposed us until today. Most of the humans, of the ones who know about us I mean, are our friends,” Optimus insisted with a sigh as he sat down on one of the clutter free boxcars. Blaster and Bluestreak were looking at décor a little disturbed and Blaster looked over at Wheeljack a little surprised at the rather low tech furnishings. Hound, however looked rather nonplused and Prowl was solely focused on his leader so who knew what he thought.
“But how hard could it be to fight these creatures?” Bluestreak asked, deciding to ignore the odd rectangle shaped thing his leader was sitting on and focusing on Sam whom was still clutched in ‘Bee’s hand. “They’re very… um, small.”
“That’s the first thing you should realize Blue,” Ratchet said with a small chuckle. “That size isn’t everything. Some of our human friends were able to take down Blackout and some of the other Decepticons during the last battle.”
“What?” Everyone stared in surprise, even those who had been planet side for a while.
“You didn’t tell us that part,” Perceptor exclaimed surprised by the news. He wasn’t quite sure which Decepticon they were speaking about since he rarely went out into battle but it was a common fact that all Decepticons had two things in common; that they were mean and they were big.
“Yeah.” Ratchet smirked at him. “That was Captain Lennox and his team,”
“Really?” Red was surprised by the news but actually expected it. “Did they not think to use a moat?” he chuckled. Ratchet, ‘Bee and Sam all shook their heads in disbelief.
“So how did the humans learn to weaken us?” Inferno asked, not really liking the idea that these small creatures could be a potential threat to not only Red, but also all of his friends as well.
Optimus nodded as he turned back to the group and the main topic. “When Megatron landed here, he landed in what is called the Artic Circle, a place covered in freezing ice. From what we’ve been able to piece together is that when he landed, he ended up on thin ice and was plunged into the freezing water that eventually short circuited some wires and sent him in recharge with no revival time set.”
The Autobots began murmuring amongst themselves as Prowl turned to Optimus. “Forgive me, but what does Megatron have to do with fighting this batch of supposed rogue humans?”
“Well the humans found him some revolutions later you see,” Ratchet took up the story. “It was Sam’s great grandfather, in fact. Er, his caretakers caretaker if you will.” The group nodded in understanding. “Well, the human government at the time began studying the frozen Megatron and they figured that there had to have been more of his kind out there. It caused quite a quandary, if you could imagine.” Prowl just stared at him. “Um, yeah. Anyway they were unsure if our kind were friendly or not so they began making precautions.”
“In case our kind turned out to be a threat,” Hound nodded as he began to piece together what Ratchet was explaining.
“Correct,” Ratchet nodded. “Unfortunately however, this group also found the All Spark. They determined through comparing our written language on both Megatron and the All Spark that they were of the same origin and in a stroke of pure stupidity, decided to move Megatron to where they found the All Spark.”
Everyone cringed at that as Prowl just narrowed his optics, the only sign that he was listening to Ratchet’s story. “And?”
“Well they were able to tap into some of the Cube’s power and create somewhat raw, uninhibited mechs of their own,” Ratchet continued.
“Unfortunately, the ones they created were all running on our natural instincts and so the humans deemed that our kind was a threat.” Optimus broke in. “They began to create weapons specifically designed to overload our systems and place us in recharge, if not totally offline.”
Sam glanced up as he felt ‘Bee’s frame shake and he frowned at the sad face of his guardian. With a small smile of assurance, he gave the hand he was sitting in a gentle pat, trying to sooth the ‘Bot’s anxiety from remembering when he had been subjugated by those very weapons. ‘Bee smiled back down at him grateful as the remembered fears returned to him. He hoped that none of his friends would ever have to go through that, but he knew that some probably would if this Sector Thirteen was serious.
“Regrettably, when the Decepticons arrived before us and wiped out one of their military bases, it only proved their theories and by the time we arrived Sector Seven had no idea that our people had been at war and thought we were invading,” Optimus finished.
“So now there’s this new sector who still believes that all of our kind are dangerous and from what Sam and Barricade have told us, is completely set on wiping the rest of our kind out of existence no matter what side of the war they had been on,” Ratchet explained in a bitter tone.
“One of the reasons why I hope we can deal with Starscream relatively quickly,” Optimus sighed as he sagged in his seat. “If they’re after us, then you can be damn sure that they’ll attack the Decepticons and since Starscream holds no compassion for human life,” Optimus threw up his hands.
“Lets just say, the slagger will just prove the humans right and they would be even more inclined to see us destroyed,” Ratchet finished grimly.
“Also unfortunate is that it seems that they’re after our human allies as well,” Optimus nodded to Sam. “It would appear that this Thirteen is far more ruthless than the previous Seven.”
“It’s one of the reasons Ironhide left as quickly as he did,” Ratchet continued on. “He went to get some of our human friends before this group saw them as either a threat or if they had decided to use them as a tool to get to us. If they were willing to attack Sam whom all of us had sworn to protect, then who knows what they’re capable of.”
“Speaking of which,” Optimus turned to Sam. “We need to get in touch with Keller as soon as possible. He needs to know everything.” Sam nodded, his expression grim.
“Perhaps we should also fetch Mikaela,” Ratchet added thoughtfully. “She’s my student, after all.”
“Ratchet has a student?” Sunny muttered, glancing at his twin in surprised horror.
“We’re doomed,” Sides finished mournfully.
“And my parents,” Sam added, ignoring the twins. “I don’t even want to think about Mom’s reaction to the trashed living room.” Both Barricade and Bumblebee cringed at the immediate mental picture they concluded to.
“Probably Miles as well.” They all turned to Barricade confused.
“What do you mean?” Sam asked confused. “He should be alright, shouldn’t he?”
“Don’t know,” Barricade muttered. “When I was trashing their trucks I heard one of them mention seeing me when we drove to his house that night we went to the drive in.”
Sam was puzzled but ‘Bee just groaned. “Don’t tell me,” he groaned. “That cop wasn’t really a cop, was he?”
“I’m beginning to think not,” Barricade snarled.
‘Bee tended to agree with the ‘Con when he thought of something. “How did you know what they were saying if you were busy dealing with the trucks?” he asked.
Barricade snickered. “Well, I had the whole thing on loudspeaker.”
“Loudspeaker?” Optimus asked. “Where was the feed coming from?”
Sam sighed as he lifted up an arm and pointed at the watch that encircled his wrist. “This I think.”
Barricade chuckled. “Indeed. It’s a locater beacon as well as a two-way radio. I may have forgotten to mention that last part.”
Bumblebee stared at the ‘Con, aghast. Sam practically wore that watch everywhere, including all their meetings and talks there at the base. Barricade, the damn slagger, had heard every word that had been said in Sam’s presence. He sent a dark glare at the ‘Con but Sam patted his arm and gained ‘Bee’s attention. “Not now,” Sam told him and ‘Bee instantly clamed up, but the look he sent ‘Cade’s way showed that the watch conversation was not over just yet. Sam turned back to Optimus. “Then I suppose we should go and fetch Miles as well,” he stated. “Perhaps get him in the witness relocation program or… something.”
“Indeed,” Optimus nodded at the suggestion as he finally stood up from the boxcar. “We need to get everyone organized and try and figure out where this Sector Thirteen came from.”
“Goody,” Barricade muttered sarcastically. “The fun just never ends with you lot, does it?” The three first arrivals, Red and Sam all groaned.
“It’s a slagging mess,” ‘Bee said angrily and Sam patted him again reassuringly.
There was silence for a while before Blaster finally was brave enough to ask the question that was flashing through his team’s processors. “So what are we doing with the ‘Con?” he ventured. “I mean, after Ratchet fixes him of course.”
“So thoughtful of you,” Barricade muttered sarcastically. “Just talk about me like I’m not here.”
“What do you mean?” Optimus asked confused, ignoring the ‘Cons soft muttering as he turned towards mech.
“Well I just wondered,” Blaster shuffled, a bit nervous that everyone’s attention was now solely focused on him. “Is he going to stay with us or is he going to leave once he’s repaired?”
“Probably leave,” Optimus replied in all honesty only to then have ‘Bee contradict him when he spoke up at the same time.
“He’s staying,” ‘Bee said firmly, standing fully upright as he stared at the group, daring anyone to argue with him.
“WHAT?” Barricade’s bellow of shock completely overtook everyone else’s cries of surprise. “Who are you to be making my decisions for me?”
‘Bee stared down at the ‘Con sternly. “You honestly don’t think that Starscream is just going to let you wander around the planet unscathed, do you?”
“Oh honestly, Starscream doesn’t even know I managed to survive. I was thrown into stasis lock thanks to that last beating and I doubt that Starscream would expect me to have come to you mechs for help.”
“But if he does learn that you still live, you’ll become a target again,” Ratchet put in, almost offhandedly. “He’s not the kind to leave loose ends.”
“Aw, your worried for me. I’m touched,” Barricade sneered.
“Well of course we’re worried about you,” Sam spoke up from ‘Bee’s hand. “For good or bad, your our friend now.”
“Oh Primus help me from the bleeding hearted good doers,” Barricade moaned dramatically. “Don’t bother to try act all honorable, Ladiesmand217; I know how the situation stands.”
“Well if we shouldn’t act honorable then don’t try and be all noble!” ‘Bee shouted at him. “Even after you’re repaired how do you know that Starscream isn’t just going to hunt you down and do it again?”
“I can take care of myself! He just caught me unaware. I’ll be more prepared next time I face the creep,” Barricade insisted determinedly.
“If you stay with us then at least you’ll have some sort of back up!” Sam retorted, frowning down at the ‘Con. “You don’t have to face him alone.”
“Oh yeah right, like you’re really going to help me out!” Barricade bit back.
“We would if you weren’t such an ass all the time!” ’Bee shouted at him getting angry at the ‘Cons stubborn attitude. “Stop acting all tough and mighty!”
“Why should I? From where I sit, I see I have two choices,” ‘Cade bit out sourly. “Death by Starscream or death by your friends and personally, I’d rather chose Starscream. At least when he gets angered he strikes fast and I would prefer a quick death.”
“Will you stop talking about death!” Sam just screamed at him this time, clamping his hands over his ears. “No one is going to die today! So just stop it!”
Barricade was instantly chastised as ‘Bee began to mumble an apology, but the argument was far from over. “I know how everyone feels about everything so I think it’s best if I just left,” ‘Cade said tiredly.
“And go where?” ‘Bee demanded harshly, but with less anger than before. “You’re basically condemning yourself to a life of being alone.”
“I’m not alone,” ‘Cade argued with a small, harsh chuckle. “I’m surrounded by humans.”
“And that’s another thing. A patrol car just wandering around with no ties to any jurisdiction is certainly going to get the local authorities suspicious,” Sam told him, bringing down his hands.
“Well then I’ll just have to keep moving around whenever they do,” the mustang argued resolutely. “Or just get another alt mode.”
Both Sam and ‘Bee looked down at him sadly. “That’s no way to live your life ‘Cade.”
Barricade jerked in surprise hearing the nickname come from Bumblebee for a third time but said nothing in response. What could he say? There was silence for a while before suddenly Optimus took a step forward, startling the three. In truth, they had been so engrossed in their conversation that Sam was embarrassed to realize that he had completely forgotten the other ‘Bot’s presence. He glanced at the other’s who were still standing near the doorway of the hanger and cringed as he saw them all staring at the ‘Con, and them as well, in an apparent state of shock.
“Barricade,” Optimus began. “When this war started, there was nothing more that I wanted than for us to finally put everything behind us and just get along like we once did.” The Prime unit spoke with a saddened tone and a faraway look on his face. “We have once lived together as equals, before there had been Autobots or Decepticons. I had hoped that once the war was over we could do so again.”
“A pipe dream, Optimus Prime,” Barricade replied evenly. “There’s too much bitterness on both sides. It would probably be centuries before either side could even begin to coexist. I, at least, am not that delusional to think something like that is going to happen overnight.”
“Nevertheless,” Optimus persisted. “We have lost so much to the war all ready; our home, our lively hood, even our very future.”
Sam looked at the larger ‘Bot confused before he glanced up at ‘Bee puzzled. “What is he talking about, ‘your future’?” he whispered.
‘Bee looked down at Sam, his face surprisingly blank. “Later Sam,” he whispered back. Sam frowned, but didn’t pursue it. He turned back to Optimus who was still speaking.
“I do not believe that we should quibbling about whether or not there should even be a peace. It should already be expected,” Optimus said firmly. “We should be able to look past everything-”
“It is one thing to preach forgiveness, Prime,” Barricade interrupted. “It is another entirely to give it.” Some of the Autobots turned to stare at the ‘Con in surprise, and those were the ones who were not already doing so. Who was this ‘Con to speak about forgiveness?
“Still, having a peace treaty with you is at least a step in the right direction,” Optimus responded as he sat back down on the boxcar once again.
“To have a peace treaty, yes; to have me just suddenly move in? I think you’re reaching here Prime. Did you not tell ‘Bee when he and Sam first came to you with my offer that it was too soon to make my presences a factor while your people transitioned from the war to peace?”
“Damn it Barricade, once upon a time you were part of my people too!” Optimus barked at him, the frustration clearly mounting on the troubled mech. “And I had not been given all of the details at the time,” he replied shooting ‘Bee a hard stare. Both ‘Bee and Sam just stared back at him, feeling completely guiltless of their action.
“Indeed,” Barricade drawled. “Once upon a time. Times have changed.”
Optimus frowned at the reminder. “Still, you should be at least able to find some sort of peace here with us.”
“Oh for crying out loud,” Barricade groaned before he finally projected his voice towards the large cluster of Autobots who were just standing there, listening to every word being said. “Show of hands. Who wants me gone?”
Much to Barricade’s surprise, some hands were not raised, and the few who did seemed hesitant to do so. Neither Red nor Wheeljack raised their hands, Red’s opinion already haven been given and Wheeljack looked as if he were trying to convince himself not to raise his hand as he waited for all the facts and processed the ‘Cons earlier words. Perceptor, meanwhile, looked perplexed, as if he were trying to work some great mathematical equation out where he kept getting the answer as pi. Hell, even the twins were hesitating on whether or not to raise their hands, both throwing uncertain glances at one another to see what the other one would do first.
Mostly the ones who had raised their hands had been the ones who had already voiced their concerns regarding Barricade’s presence. The four newest arrivals as well as Inferno, much to Red’s disapproval and Barricade turned his attention back to Optimus feeling rather mixed emotions. He was smug that he had been right, but strangely enough he also felt a little hurt that it was so clear his presence wasn’t wanted.
Optimus was looking at the five who were all holding up their hands sadly but their firm looks rendered him at a little bit of a loss at what to say. It was actually Ratchet who stepped forward. “Um, we may be putting the bumper before the trunk here,” he stated with a rather cool composure. “Barricade is not fixed just yet, and until he is he’s staying right where he is no matter-” Ratchet was suddenly forced to raise his voice as everyone started talking at once again. “No matter what anyone else may want or think that they want! I’m the medical officer damn it!” he shouted, silencing everyone with the force of the shout. “And I trump you all! Even you,” and here he pointed at Optimus. “My priority is the patient, not your feelings.”
“Could have fooled me,” Sides whispered loudly.
Ratchet narrowed his optics at the mech before turning back to the group as a whole. “It will probably take at least a few weeks to get all the parts needed built, so we still have plenty of time to come up with a consensus.” Sam threw Ratchet a thankful look that was quickly mirrored by ‘Bee. Ratchet just smiled back at them. “And who knows,” he shrugged as he went back to organizing his tools. “You may all change you minds before then.”
“What?” Bluestreak shouted, startling the mechs around him. “Are we all forgetting the suffering they caused us? The devastation they created!”
Ratchet and Optimus glanced at one another worriedly before Optimus turned to the frazzled gunner. “Bluestreak, we all know how you have suffered in the past and it is understandable that you are hesitant about the circumstances.”
Bluestreak frowned but amazingly, the normal chatterbox was quiet as he stared at the ‘Con. He was slightly tense and Optimus worried that Bluestreak would protest more to the ‘Con’s presences. “Optimus, I am very uncomfortable with this situation,” Bluestreak began. “However, everyone here knows that I have always dislike the fighting. It came to me, not the other way around.”
Everyone was silent as Bluestreak spoke. This had to be the most the Bluestreak had ever spoken that wasn’t just random conversation. Barricade looked over at the other Autobots, wondering. They were all looking rather solemn at the turn of the exchange. Barricade turned back to the silver ‘Bot, wondering what it was that had everyone on “tiptoe” around him suddenly. He glanced over at Sam who somehow knew the ‘Con was looking at him and the boy shrugged, just as confused by the tension in the room as well and they both look up at ‘Bee.
“There was a Decepticon attack at his home town,” ‘Bee said softly. “He alone survived.”
Sam gasped as he turned to look at the blue mech sadly while Barricade was counting the minutes till his eminent demise. ‘Well that’s just slagging perfect,’ he thought bitterly as he too looked over at the Autobot.
“Bluestreak, I don’t think there is anyone here who hasn’t been affected by the war in one capacity or another,” Optimus said softly, “I simply ask that you give us time before we make final judgement upon Barricade.” Bluestreak frowned as he turned to glare at the Decepticon. “He is not able to defend himself in his current condition,” Optimus said slowly, almost as a warning for the mech not to do anything stupid.
Everyone turned to stare at the battered in mustang at the thought about how the three first arrivals hauled the ‘Con to the medical bay. Optimus just continued to watch Bluestreak who was quiet for a moment before he finally nodded. “If I don’t have to be around him.”
“Thank you Bluestreak,” Optimus sighed in relief and everyone else also nodded their acceptance of the arrangement.
“Well, since he’s my patient, then I suppose that puts him in my care.” Ratchet stated as he went back to going over Barricade’s scans.
“Oh no!” Wheeljack protested as he turned to Optimus. “I don’t want Ratchet alone with a Decepticon.”
“You what?” Ratchet looked up from the data pad with a dark frown. “He’s my patient ‘Jack.”
“Oh boy, here we go.” Optimus groaned and ‘Bee instantly mimicked him.
“Ah, one of those couples,” Barricade chuckled. A few of the Autobots instantly leveled him with a dark glare, including Wheeljack.
“You stay out of this,” Ratchet snarled before his optics narrowed at the engineer. “’Jack, I’m the medical examiner,” he said in a low tone; the kind ‘Bee instantly recognised as one Judy would use whenever Ron overstepped his bounds.
“Yes, and I know that your patient comes first,” Wheeljack relented. “But I just don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone with him.”
“You ‘don’t feel comfortable’?” Ratchet repeated in disbelief. “I can put a mech down in under zero point three seconds and you ‘don’t feel comfortable’.”
“Slag it all Ratchet, I’m just worried about you,” Wheeljack huffed in frustration. Ratchet just shook his head and looked as if he were about to speak again when Optimus beat him to it.
“It is quite understandable that you would be cautious Wheeljack,” Optimus told the frazzled mech.
Wheeljack just growled again. “That’s an understatement.”
“Hey,” Barricade groused. “What am I? A virus?”
“You may as well be,” Bumblebee whispered down at him as glares were once more shot in their direction.
“Optimus.”
Everyone’s attention was suddenly zeroed in on Sam who was beginning to stand on ‘Bee’s hand. The camaro made it easier for him however and set him down on the boxcar next to Optimus. The boy winced as he put pressure on some of his cuts but stood firm as he turned to the large Autobot leader. “What is it Sam?” Optimus asked him.
Sam swallowed rather nervously. He could feel the knots in his stomach as he could feel everyone staring at him but he was determined to say what he had to say. “Well, since basically I’m the one who essentially bought him here and I was the one who was determined to help him, I believe that I should be the one to take responsibility for him,” Sam said firmly.
“WHAT?” the first arrivals yelped. The others said nothing, instead watching the boy intently.
“Sam, um. I don’t know what to say,” Optimus stuttered at a loss.
“How ‘bout ‘stupid’.” Everyone now turned to Barricade as he continued. “You can’t take responsibility for me kid. That’s kind of dumb.”
Optimus frowned at the ‘Con before he looked back down at the boy. “I’m sorry, but he is right.”
“Then I’ll take responsibility.”
Everyone turned to ‘Bee in shock. “’Bee,” Ratchet murmured.
“No. When Sam told me about Barricade in stasis lock it was my decision to help him and it was me who didn’t tell you. It’s my responsibility,” Bumblebee insisted resolutely.
Everyone else were looking back and forth between one another before turning back to stare at ‘Bee. “What the hell happened to the sparkling?” Prowl asked Wheeljack in a low voice.
“I don’t know. He hasn’t really been here since we’ve arrived,” Wheeljack replied honestly. “But he’s changed, that’s for sure.”
Optimus and Ratchet meanwhile were staring at the youngest of their circle, surprise as well as pride running through them. Optimus turned to Ratchet as if seeking conformation and Ratchet just sighed and gave a small nod of his head. Optimus smiled before he turned back to ‘Bee. “Very well,” Optimus nodded again. “He’s under your watch.”
‘Bee let out a whoosh of air in relief and smiled back at Optimus. “Thank you,” he told Optimus. “And I am sorry about keeping this from you.”
“Hah, with Ironhide getting stir crazy. Smartest thing you could have done,” Ratchet told him with a smile.
Optimus turned back to the others. “Barricade will be quarantined to Ratchets’ med bay.”
“Um, Optimus.” Ratchet nodded towards the boxcar safe where they had not only Ratchet’s tools but also Ironhide’s extra cannons and ammo.
“Oh, right.” Optimus muttered before turning back to Barricade. “Well, I suppose one of the empty buildings?”
“Perhaps the one we emptied when we were dealing with the,” he turned to send a small glare towards ‘Bee and Sam, “missing equipment.”
Optimus let out a small groan before he turned back to ‘Bee. “You owe us by the way,” he told ‘Bee sternly. “For all the commotion about the missing tools and tow cable.”
“Um, ah heh,” Sam chuckled. “Sorry about that, but Mikaela insisted that she needed them.”
Ratchet looked back at Sam with a gentle smile. “Well, I can’t fault you that much. It was for a good cause after all… well, at least not a lost one…” and he gave the ‘Con a sly look.
“Hey!” Barricade yelped.
Ratchet just smirked. “Bumblebee, help me take him off the table and I’ll show you which hanger we were speaking about.”
Everyone watched as ‘Bee and Ratchet managed to maneuver the ‘Con off the boxcar and onto the floor. “Is he able to drive around?” ‘Bee asked him concerned.
Ratchet frowned as he stared down at the ‘Con. “Not far and not for long. That frame is hanging by a bolt, literally.”
“You know, I wish everyone would stop talking about me as if I wasn’t here,” Barricade grumbled.
Ratchet just gave a small laugh. “Just wait until Ironhide gets here. You’ll be wishing everyone was ignoring you again.”
“Primus help me,” Barricade sighed. The two just chuckled again.
“Well I suppose it’s already been a long day,” Optimus finally said as he turned back to the group still hovering in the doorway. “I’m sure that you would like to settle down into recharge for a little while.”
“Yes, that would be appreciative,” Hound sighed, relieved that all the tension was over for the moment. “Just point me in the right direction.”
“Thank you Optimus,” Prowl nodded.
It was as they were all leaving the hanger that it happened; the one thing that the three older members of the First Arrivals had feared ever since that last battle in the ity. It was actually Blaster who brought it up just as they were leaving, not surprising since they had been best friends and Blaster tended to be more talkative then Prowl. “Hey, where’s Jazz gone off too anyhow?” he asked as they were just stepping out the door. “Is he with some of those human friends of yours?”
Ratchet and Optimus instantly froze and ‘Bee quickly moved towards Sam’s side instinctively, as no one knew just how Prowl would react. Ratchet wished that Ironhide was still there, for the top kick’s strength if nothing else. Optimus turned to Prowl, moving his body more into the doorway, blocking his second’s path. Prowl himself turned at the sudden silence from the other two and was surprised to find Optimus looking at him with such sorrow in his optics. “Prowl,” Optimus began softly.
Prowl instantly felt his spark flare out, searching for the other end of a link that had been truthfully the only thing that had been sustaining him throughout his entire time in space. He nearly fell over as he reached out through the Link, only to find nothing there at the other end. Ratchet was already making his way towards him, ready to help Prowl if his logic circuit overloaded, grateful that the other Autobots were ahead of him and subsequently blocking the door, essentially locking him in as the second arrivals all glanced at one another nervously.
Hound, Blaster and Bluestreak all looked at their companions puzzled by the sudden blockade but the others wouldn’t let them go. Each of the other mechs were looking at Prowl however and completely ignored the puzzled looks, watching to make sure that if Prowl did lose it, he would be stuck within the confines of the building surrounded by his friends. Everyone waited to see what Prowl would do. Would he fall into a crazed hysteria or would the shock be too grate for the commander and force him to shut down?
Prowl did neither of those things however. His logic circuit was perfectly functional as the commander very calmly turned, took aim and fired straight at an unmoving Barricade.
-To be continued

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