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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Authors Note: I was informed that Will and Sarah's daughter is named "Annabell". I never knew she was given a name since they never mentioned it in the movie and such and just made up the name "Abby". At this current time, my opinion is "it's close enough." That and I'm to lazy to go re-upload/ change the previous chapters. So I hope no one minds since she's not really mentioned in the story as a main character.
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-Six: Synchronized Squabbling
Barricade could not stay in recharge. Not when he was practically sitting right smack dab in the middle of enemy territory. There was no possible way that he could relax here completely surrounded by all the hostile mechs, and they were hostile. If they didn’t want to outright kill him, they wanted him gone that was for damn sure. He sighed as he looked around the hanger, ignoring ‘Bee’s rather inquisitive look.
“Oh Primus,” he groaned as he looked at the barren room. “I’ve gone from one garage to another to another!”
‘Bee stared at the mustang for a long moment before he shook his head in disbelief and went back to observing the immediate surroundings. Optimus had gone to relieve Ratchet of monitoring Prowl and neither he nor Optimus were surprised when Wheeljack arrived at the same time and practically hauled Ratchet away towards the hanger he was currently using as a workshop. Ratchet had sent Optimus a long suffering glace as he was hauled away and ‘Bee sent Optimus a helpless look from the doorway of his current hanger when the leader looked his way. Optimus looked just as helpless as he shrugged and disappeared into the building that had been his own a few hours ago.
Bumblebee sighed as he sat back against the wall and stretched slightly. “You’d best get as much rest now while you can,” he told the Decepticon. “Because I have a feeling that there are still a ton of questions that everyone is dying to have answered.”
“Oh joy,” Barricade grumbled as he sat back down on his tires. “Is it too much to dream that they’ll just send me back to Sam’s garage?”
“I highly doubt it,” Bumblebee chuckled. “On the whole, you’re probably going to be spending the rest of your time here with us in this building so I would try and get used to it if I were you.”
“Slag,” Barricade groaned as he slouched once more. “Why me?” Bumblebee just chuckled as he wondered how Ratchet was dealing with his obviously frazzled fiancée.
“Slag it Wheeljack, it’s not the end of the world!” Ratchet snarled as he watched his beloved engineered pace back and forth around the hanger angrily.
“Damn it all Ratchet! Can’t you see that I’m just worried about you?”
Ratchet huffed as he watched Wheeljack kick a piece of equipment that lay on the floor to the side. “I can see that,” he drawled as he watched the objects path. Wheeljack was always so careful with his equipment and this proved just how agitated he really was.
“Ratchet, its a slagging ‘Con for Primus’ sake,” he muttered as he turned to glare at his partner. “Excuse me for being slightly upset.”
Ratchet shook his head. “That’s the problem,” he told him with a sigh. “There’s no reason for you to be upset. Its just Barricade.”
“It’s just…” Wheeljack stared at Ratchet in complete disbelief at the relaxed attitude the medic had taken. “WHAT?”
“Oh for the love of…” Ratchet shook his head. “Look at it this way. During the whole time we were here, Barricade only made initial contact with our side once during those last few days leading up to the final battle in Mission City, and that was when he found Sam while looking for the glasses that held the map to the All Spark. He never really made any initial contact during the actual battle.”
The other mech stopped surprised by the news as he “blinked” at Ratchet in shock. “What? Not once during the battle?” Wheeljack tilted his head as he ran the new info through his head regarding what he knew of the Decepticons. “But that just doesn’t compute,” he murmured.
Ratchet smirked as he leaned back against a piece of Wheeljack’s larger equipment. “Boggles the mind, doesn’t it?”
Wheeljack turned back to look at Ratchet perplexed. “‘Boggle’?” he repeated.
“It’s a game where you jumble letters and try to… …” Wheeljack just stared. “Never mind,” Ratchet sighed.
Wheeljack gave Ratchet a sad, apologetic look as he made his way over to his partner and friend. “I just worry about you,” he told him softly. “I can’t help it.”
Ratchet gave a wan smile. “I know… Speaking of… what were you and Perceptor speaking about earlier? Something about retrieving samples for some sort of test?”
Wheeljack stared at him in surprise before he instantly turned around and found the small piece of equipment he had kicked aside earlier suddenly extremely fascinating. Ratchet’s optics narrowed as he zeroed in on the engineer who suddenly couldn’t seem to look him in the face. “I’m not going to like this, am I?”
Wheeljack just whimpered.
“I can’t believe it! A ‘Con! A slagging ‘Con right here on our base,” Blaster bemoaned as he tried to get in a somewhat comfortable position.
“I know… it’s enough to make you wonder isn’t it?” Hound asked from where he was looking out the door at the desert beyond. “Is all of Earth this barren?” he turned to ask the one of the group who had been there the longest.
Perceptor shrugged. “Not really from what I could tell,” he admitted as he went thought the small pile of data pads he had collected over the last few weeks. “We landed in the city the day we arrived and it wasn’t until we got close to the base that everything turned… brown.”
Hound nodded as he moved away from the door while Bluestreak wandered over to look at the data pads. “What’s all this?” he asked as he began skimming thought them. “Looks like a lot of technical jargon.”
Perceptor frowned as he snatched the data pad out of the ‘Bots grasp. “That’s because it is technical jargon,” he growled as he set the pad gently to the side.
“Sorry I asked,” Bluestreak muttered as he made his way over to Blaster and sat down. “So what do all of you think about the ‘Con?” He finally asked tentatively.
Blaster immediately slouch his shoulders as Hound let out a long-suffering sigh. “I just don’t know what to think,” the scout admitted from where he was leaning against one of the more out of the way boxcars. “I mean, I’d never really heard of this Barricade.”
“Nor have I,” Perceptor admitted from where he was going over his data. “I do not believe that our main forces really ever had any contact with this Barricade before here on Earth.”
“Do you really think he’s a commander?” Blaster suddenly ventured to ask. “I mean, look at him!”
Hound frowned as he thought over the previous conversation before Prowl had lost it. “From what I could tell, it was Starscream that did that damage and we all know how deranged that mech is.” His optics shuttered slightly as he “rolled” his eyes.
There were agreements all around the room but Blaster shook his head. “No, not that! I mean… he’s like really young. Like no older than Bumblebee even.”
Perceptor raised his head confusion written on his face. “What does his age have to do with anything?”
“Nothing really,” Blaster admitted. “I just mean… well… it… it just seems weird.”
“Who’s to say anything?” Hound asked as he leaned back once again. “The Decepticons were made of odd mechs all around. I highly doubt that Megatron cared what their ages were, as long as they got the job done.”
“Yeah,” Bluestreak sighed. “And their job was destroying us.”
“Now hear me out,” Hound protested. “I’m not going to say anything against the ‘Con they’ve got stashed out there, I’m just saying that there may be more to his story that we know. After all…” he gave his two younger teammates a long, hard look.“We just got here you know.”
Both of the younger mechs instantly quieted as they both mulled over Hound’s words. Perceptor just snorted in annoyance as he went back to looking at his data… It was all a ruse however as the mech wasn’t really giving the small glowing rectangle in his hand one iota of attention. Hound was more right then he knew. What did they really know about this Barricade? Better still, what was it that the First Arrivals knew that they didn’t?
Inferno looked around the small neighborhood in apprehension. “-Are they ready to leave yet?-” he whined as he looked at the rather mangled tree across the street and the torn up lawn in front of the Witwicky residence. “-People may start to wander over here to find out what happened.-”
Red Alert sighed at his husband’s impatience. “-It shouldn’t be too much longer,-” Red sent back only slightly more than irritated. “-You just have to wait it out.-”
“-Wait?-” Inferno yelped. “-What do we do if those sector people come back?-”
“-Well, we do what we’re trained to do,-” Red Alert replied as he looked at the large piece of plywood they had stopped at the hardware store to purchase so Ron could cover the hole where the picture window had once been. “-Defend our perimeter and allow no breaches of security.-”
Inferno let out a rather garbled scream of frustration. “-What? You heard Optimus. These humans have the ability to shut us down!-”
Red Alert sighed as he threw a small glance over at the rather large fire truck parked a little ways behind him. “-I already did a perimeter scan and have all weapons on standby,-” he told him. “-But I highly doubt that they’ll attack again so soon after failure and besides if they were planning to use Sam as bait to capture Bumblebee, then I would assume that these people did not want to deal with any direct confrontation,-” he tried to calm his mate. Red then let out a rather sinister chuckle. “-Too bad for them they didn’t take a Decepticon’s temper into account.-”
“-Damn it Red, did you have to mention him?-” Inferno groaned.
“-What? What’s wrong?-” Red asked surprised. “-He saved Sam’s life. That should count for something, shouldn’t it?-”
Inferno growled again. “-Not until I see it with my own optics will I believe that that ‘Con isn’t trying to deceive us.-”
Red Alert sighed as the front door suddenly swung open and Sam and his parents came down the steps quickly followed by the little Chihuahua. “-And they call me paranoid.-”
“-What?-” Inferno yelped just as Sam and his parents were climbing into the Chevy Avalanche.
Sam raised an eyebrow as he looked down at the radio. “Um… is everything okay?” he asked hesitantly.
Red Alert let out a small huff. “Nothing I can’t handle,” he replied. “Inferno is just being an idiot.”
“-Hey!-”
Judy looked down at the dash before she turned around and looked at the rather large, and from what they could hear over Red’s radio, still grumbling fire truck. She turned back to Red with a small smirk on her face. “I take it you two are together,” she stated as a mater-of-fact while she settled Mojo into her lap.
Red seemed surprised by the statement but couldn’t keep the happiness out of his voice as he replied. “Yes, we are… thought whether or not we’re still together by the time we get back is another story.”
Another “-hey!-” sounded over the radio and Judy and Red chuckled softly.
“Behave and we’ll see,” Red told him firmly as he pulled back and down the small road so he could make a circle and get out of the maze of streets that all small neighborhoods consisted of.
Sam sighed as he lay down in Red’s back seat, grateful for once that he didn’t have to be the one who was pretending to drive. Sam was out cold before they even reached the main road. Judy glanced back at the boy before she turned her attention to the Autobot that was currently chauffeuring them to the base. “You’re the security chief of the Autobots, are you not?” she asked him sincerely.
Red was surprised at the question. This female human was a far cry from any interaction he had had previously with Sam and the Rangers. Ron he had yet to form an opinion about and since he had never really met Mikaela, this was his first time meeting a human female. “Yes Mrs. Witwicky, that is correct,” he replied in a business like tone.
“Oh you don’t have to be so formal with me,” Judy instantly scoffed. “Just call me Judy, everyone does.”
“O-Oh,” Red murmured. “Alright then Judy, what would you like to know?”
“Well, I was wondering how everyone reacted to Barricade’s presence,” she finally admitted. “I mean, I understand with Prowl and the whole Star Link situation but how did everyone else take it?”
Red jerked in surprised to hear the woman mention anything about the Star Link, let alone that she actually knew what it was but he decided that perhaps Sam had mentioned it to her. Inferno came to the same conclusion from where he was listening in as he followed the smaller truck down the road. “Well, I’m not quite sure,” Red finally admitted. “I think they’re at least going to give the ‘Con, er I mean Barricade a chance before they decided anything.” A loud “-hah-” floated over the radio but they decided to ignore the surly fire rig.
“Really? Well that’s good,” Judy sighed in relief as she gave the dashboard in front of her a small pat.
“Indeed. Amazingly both Bumblebee and Sam have the support of all three of the first arrivals. Well, that and Ratchet practically took over Barricade’s care since he’s so injured and so on.”
Judy hummed as she leaned back in her seat as Ron peeked over at his wife before once more glancing at his son in the rearview mirror. “How do I end up in these situations?” Ron muttered as they drove along.
Red Alert chuckled. “One often wonders these things,” he told him as they exited the city and reached the barren road to the desert.
Optimus sighed as he stared down at the still sleeping mech. “How do I end up in these situations?” Optimus muttered as he looked down at his comatose second in command. With a sigh, he leaned back and tried to get comfortable on the boxcar he was sitting on as he waited for Ratchet to finish with his recharge so he could resume his watch over Prowl.
‘Well, it could have been worse,’ he thought as he shifted to his other side and stretched his legs out. ‘He could have had his blaster cannons fully charged.’
Optimus knew that wasn’t the only one who had noticed this small fact. Ironhide had immediately known that the blaster cannons weren’t fully loaded as soon as he arrived on the scene and maybe Inferno knew it, but there was no way that the other mechs could have noticed since they had been so far away. However the four that had been wrestling with him and more than likely Barricade himself knew the truth. Prowl had been upset and angry but thankfully not homicidal. Probably the whole reason that Barricade let the other patrol car get that shot in. He knew that he couldn’t be possibly more damaged than he already was and with Ratchet right there…
‘Well, he’ll make things more interesting, that’s for sure,’ he thought with a chuckle. He stretched out a bit more as he looked out the doorway at the brightening daylight outside. It had to be going on about noon by now.
With another stretch, he was just about to fall into recharge himself when he saw not only Red and Inferno inbound, but Ironhide not too far behind them as well. “Thank Primus,” he sighed as a quick scan confirmed that everyone was alright. Apparently there had been no attacks while they were out. He glanced down at Prowl and wondered if he could risk leaving the mech alone for a few minutes.
“Go already.”
Optimus turned around in surprise to find Ratchet standing in the doorway, also looking down at the road and the three mechs inbound. “Ratchet! You’re early,” Optimus said in surprise but from Ratchet’s skeptic stare, he knew he hadn’t been able to keep the note of relief from his voice.
“Yeah… Surprising,” Ratchet drawled as he made his way over to where Optimus was keeping watch. Optimus smiled as he turned to leave but Ratchet suddenly called him back. “Hey Optimus,” he called out. “Did you know that Wheeljack, Inferno and Sideswipe were all having Perceptor running tests on us?”
“WHAT?” Optimus cried out in surprise as he turned back around. “No, I never heard anything about any tests.” Optimus was quiet for a long moment before he turned back to Ratchet, curious. “What were the results?” he had to ask.
“Just what you would have expected,” Ratchet shrugged. “All negative.”
Optimus quirked his head. “I don’t know whether or not to be pleased or worried,” he said sourly as he turned to go greet his friends.
Ratchet just laughed and called after him, “You’ll love this part then. Since we were acting so oddly, none of them believed Perceptor when he gave them the results. They made him run the tests no less than seven hundred and thirteen times!”
Optimus’ roar of laughter greeted the three mechs and five humans as they crossed the moat; each balancing different sized bags and boxes. “Goodness,” Judy murmured as she set her box down on the other side. “Should I be worried for his sanity?” she asked Sam and Will in jest.
Ron just muttered as he passed them with an assortment of bags hanging from his shoulders and struggling to carry the three boxes that completely blocked his vision. “I’m beginning to wonder about mine,” he groused as he turned to his son, or rather the general direction of where his son was. “Where are these bunks you mentioned?”
“Oh, they’re this way.” Sam took father’s arm and began guiding the man towards the smaller building while the three mechs followed as each of them had not been able to turn down Judy’s request, or rather demand, for help in carrying their items; not that Ironhide wasn’t already helping Will with his stuff.
Optimus made his way over just as they were reaching the building. “Glad you’re all in one piece,” he said as he smiled down at them. Inferno just huffed again and Red elbowed him before Optimus could even ask. The leader shrugged before he turned back to Will and Ironhide. His smile instantly disappeared as he saw the rather large amounts of luggage the two were carrying and the lack of Sarah and Abby anywhere. With a quick glance at Ironhide to see if he could try and gauge the gunner’s reaction, he turned to Will. “Will, I’m so sorry,” he apologized. Optimus couldn’t help but feel somewhat guilty at the captain’s rather torn home life. Humans were such social creatures.
Will shrugged as Sam looked back and forth at the two confused. It was clear that he was going to ask something when Judy snagged his arm and shook her head. Sam was going to protest again when his mother sent him a sharp scowl and Sam instantly thought better of it. “Are ‘Cade and ‘Bee still in recharge?” he asked Optimus instead as Will ducked into the building.
Optimus shrugged as he jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “I have no idea. They’re in the far hanger in the corner.”
Sam just grinned as he quickly disappeared into the barracks with a few of the bags. Optimus and Ironhide shared a confused glance at the boy’s attitude as Red and Inferno took their leave. “Well, that was weird,” Ironhide muttered.
Optimus shrugged again as Judy suddenly called up at them. “Hey, have you guys seen Mojo?”
The twins were sulking in their own hanger, surrounded by the salmon pink walls as Sunny slipped in and out of recharge. “Hey,” Sideswipe said softly. “What are you thinking about?”
Sunny rolled over to his back as he glared up at the ceiling. “I’m thinking about painting these walls again. What was I thinking? This is a horrid color.”
Sides just shook his head as he knelt down on the floor to stretch out next to Sunny. “No, I mean about the ‘Con,” he clarified. “Do you think we should do something about him?”
“Sides,” Sunny drawled. “I wouldn’t do anything to him if I were you,” a pause, “at least not while he’s Ratchet’s patient.”
Sideswipe nodded in agreement before a small shudder ran through him. “True,” he murmured. They were quiet for a long moment before Sides rolled over to look at Sunny, propping up on one elbow. “Hey, then should we do something about those rouge humans?”
Sunny opened one blearily optic to narrow at his partner. “What?”
“You know, about the humans who are after us. Perhaps we should do something about it.”
“Like what?” Sunny groaned as he rolled back over. “We don’t even know who they are let alone where they are.”
“Well no, but we know where we are, don’t we?”
Sunny turned his head to look up at the evil grin his brother was supporting. He stared up at him for a few moments before he rolled back around. “You’re crazy, I’m going into recharge.”
“No, I’m serious,” Sides insisted as he leaned forward and gave his brother a small shake. “We can help fortify this place against the humans.”
Sunny wanted nothing better to do than to slip into recharge for a few hours but now he was finding himself curious as to what Sideswipe was planning. He struggled internally for a few moments before he suddenly sighed and rolled back over. “Alright, let’s here it.”
Sides smirked when suddenly a long, piercing wail echoed thought out the base. Both Sunny and Sides instantly sat up and turned to look out the door. “Well, we’re both in here so…” Sides began but he was only speaking to air as Sunny was already up and headed out towards the main courtyard. “Hey! Wait up!”
“You know, we may have misjudged him,” Hound muttered as they watched the scene before them.
“Whom exactly are we speaking about?” Perceptor asked curiously as they watched the small dust cloud rise up from the ground. “Bumblebee or the ‘Con?”
“I’m beginning to think both,” Blaster muttered as they watched the crazed antics of their superiors and the few humans running about the courtyard.
“You know, I’m beginning to wonder about Optimus and Ironhide too,” Bluestreak put in as they watched the insane chase going around. “This is nuts.”
Hound turned back to Perceptor. “Are you sure you ran those tests Wheeljack mentioned correctly?” Perceptor just threw up his hands as he whirled around and marched back into his lab.
“Is this normal on this planet?” Inferno asked as he watched his superiors acting like the proverbial sparkling as they desperately tried to help the Decepticon escape from his current pursuer.
Red Alert shrugged. “I’d only been in contact with Sam, Will and Epps so I honestly don’t know.”
“Mmm,” Inferno mused as he took a few steps back as the frantic circle around the courtyard grew slightly wider.
“Wow, look at that ‘Con go!” Sunny muttered as they watched the mustang practically tear up what was left of their front courtyard.
“Do you think we all should be running from that… thing?” Sides murmured as he watched the procession.
“No idea. Doesn’t seem to be bothering ‘Bee or the others though.”
“True.” The two watched them for a while longer before Sides spoke up again. “I thought he couldn’t go that fast since he was injured so severely.”
Sunny just shrugged. “Well, Ratchet isn’t doing anything to stop it,” he said as he nodded towards where Ratchet and Wheeljack were both standing outside of one of the hangers.
“True,” Sides agreed before he turned back to the crazed group in the courtyard. “FASTER ‘CON! HE’S GAINING!”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Barricade screamed as he spun his tires even faster as he tried to get away, reaching a whopping ten miles per hour. Stuck in car mode in a courtyard however surrounded by both fence and moat, he wasn’t getting very far.
The twins smirked.
“Not a word,” Ratchet sighed as he watched his friends chase the ‘Con and his pursuer all about the courtyard.
“I wasn’t about to say anything,” Wheeljack insisted as he watched the Decepticon, whom mere hours before had caused so much havoc, was now running around the courtyard in sheer terror, being chased by a tiny… rodent… looking… thing… or whatever it was.
“No Mojo! Bad Mojo! COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE FUR BALL,” Sam was shouting as he and his parents tried to capture the hyperactive little dog. Epps and Will were running interference to make sure the dog didn’t escape the courtyard, while Bumblebee was desperately trying to stop Barricade in his insane circles. Optimus was doing the same with Ironhide, ensuring the gunner didn’t finally shoot the creature.
“Oh Primus! Keep it away from me!” Barricade screamed again as he suddenly veered and darted back into his hanger as Sam finally managed to snag the dog when he went to give chase. Everyone just stared at the darkened doorway in complete and total shock before Barricade’s voice floated back out into the courtyard. “I hate dogs!” A few of the mechs began laughing at the ‘Con’s predicament while Optimus and Ironhide spoke with Sam and his parents about the little creature.
No one had noticed the mech standing in the hanger’s doorway, watching them. Pale blue optics took in the whole scene with a blank stare as the other mech began to disperse back into the other hangers, while Ratchet quickly walked over to speak with Bumblebee; probably about Barricade’s condition. The blue optics quickly glanced over at the hanger that the ‘Con’s form had disappeared into, before the mech who owned them turned and went back into his own hanger, closing the door softly behind him.
-To Be Continued
Author's Note: Well, there you have it. Everyones thoughts on the current situation. I hope you join us next week for Chapter Forty-Seven of Cover Me: Getting the Facts
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