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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Authors Note: A HUGE SHOUT OUT TO "EMPRESS XANDRA"! She was the closest to figuring out what was in the box, which should be pretty obvious after reading this chapter. Hope everyone enjoys!
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-Nine: Moving Day
Will and Epps were quiet on the drive to Epps’ house after having spoken with the Lancaster’s. It had been a rather shocking day all around for them. They had thought that the Witwicky’s were the most eccentric couple they had ever met but apparently, nothing compared to the Lancaster’s. Not only did Carol believe everything that Sam had told her right off but had immediately upon his finishing the explanation, marched outside, got right into Optimus and had a rather long chat with him. Hound told the two rangers as he dropped them off at Epps’ place that Optimus had seemed rather flummoxed at the whole ordeal after the woman had gone back into the house.
“You don’t say…” was the first thing out of Will’s mouth when he heard the news, sharing a smile with Epps. Hound seemed rather amused by the whole thing but nothing more was said on the matter and the two men went to pack and Hound headed back for the Lancaster’s.
“Steve! You are not taking your Stairmaster!”
“But honey!”
“No buts!” Carol said firmly as she stacked a few boxes near the door. “MILES! Be sure to get Beeper’s kitty litter!”
“Yeah Mom!” Miles cried out as he rolled his eyes while upending his whole underwear drawer into his duffel. “I swear we’re taking the whole house!” he moaned.
Sam just chuckled as he folded some of Miles’ shirts for the travel bag. “Yeah, it seems that way. At least we’re not wrapping up the dishes with Mikaela.”
“Thank god or … who is it again?” he asked turning back to Sam.
“Primus,” Sam said again. “It’s why Optimus is called Optimus Prime. Apparently all the Cybertronion leaders are given the designation of Prime at the end of their names when they’re appointed.”
“Huh, kind of like King George,” Miles mused as he yanked out his sock drawer.
Sam paused, rather surprised at the comparison as he thought about it. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right… makes sense.”
“I do on occasion manage to have a decent thought or two,” Miles grinned at him as he sat down on the suitcase and attempted to close the zipper.
Sam just rolled his eyes. “I know you do,” he replied. “It’s just that I never thought of it that way… It’s kind of like one of those Musketeer movies. The king is in peril from the evil prime minister who wants his throne-” Sam stopped as he suddenly remembered something. ‘What was it that Bluestreak had called Megatron?’ he wondered. ‘“High Lord Protector” or something like that?’
Miles glanced up surprised as Sam suddenly went silent. “What?” he asked as he studied Sam’s rather stunned expression.
Sam shook his head as he dismissed his thoughts before he turned back to Miles with a small smile. “No, nothing.”
Miles tilted his head confused before he went back to gathering up his assorted video games. “Hey, which game console do you think we’ll play with more? The Playstation or the WII?”
Sam blinked as he finally managed to push his thoughts aside. “What makes you think we’re going to have time to play video games?” he asked amused as he set the three bags they had managed to finish packing near the door.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, that now that we’re going to be living at the base, I think Optimus is going to get us right back into school,” Sam chuckled.
“But I thought it was dangerous for us to be at the school,” Miles stated as he finished wrapping the controller cords up. “Why would Optimus want to send us back?”
“Oh I’m not talking about human school,” Sam drawled. “I’m talking about the crash course we’re sure to have in Autobot life.”
“What?” Miles glance back up. “What do you mean?”
Sam smiled. “Well, you didn’t think that they’d just let me goof off every time I visited, did you? I am their representative after all. Optimus has been giving me lessons in their history while Ratchet, the medic disguised as an ambulance, is teaching Mikaela their configuration so she’ll be kind of like his nurse.”
Miles blinked a bit surprised. “I think you mentioned that once,” he murmured. “Wow… I didn’t know that you were doing all that.”
“Not to mention weapons training with not only Ironhide but Will and Epps as well…” Sam suddenly let out a sigh. “And now that we have human adversaries, the guys want to get us started in hand-to-hand techniques.”
Miles chuckled. “Yeah, I suppose that it would be hard to drop kick a giant Decepticon.”
Sam just snickered. “Well, I’m sure that they’re going to ask that you and Mikaela be taught something as well.”
“Do you really think so?” Miles asked hopefully.
Sam just shrugged. “Well, it depends on what your mother says.”
Miles instantly deflated slightly before he perked back up again. “But who would have thought that she would have agreed to move out to the Autobot base?”
“Yeah, I know,” Sam grinned. “We discussed before comming here that maybe your family would just be relocated to another state or something till we figure out what this Sector Thirteen was up to but then your mom insisting that you be sent to the safest place possible, which is the Autobot consulate, just shocked us all!”
“Shocked me too,” Miles told him. “I was surprised that she… that they both, took this whole alien robot thing as well as they did!”
Sam snickered suddenly. “At least they didn’t scream their heads off like a little girl.”
“I DID NOT!” Miles cried out appalled that Sam would even suggest that he’d do such a thing. “Besides, that was different! They got some forewarning about giant alien robots; I just found one standing in your driveway.”
Sam just shrugged as they gathered up the bags and began tromping back downstairs. “Are you all set?” Carol asked from where she was putting her leopard print suitcases by the door.
“Yeah Mom, we’re good.” Miles told her.
“Good,” Carol nodded. “That nice young Bluestreak is going to take Judy and I to the grocery store really quick and then we’re going to start loading these up in the truck…Optimal?”
“Optimus,” both boys replied simultaneously.
Carol actually looked a little embarrassed. “Why do I keep calling him ‘Optimal’?” she muttered aloud as she turned to head towards the kitchen. “Judy! Are you almost ready to go?”
“Yeah! Almost!” Judy called back as she emerged from the laundry room where she had been packing up cleaning supplies. After she had told Carol the deplorable condition the human quarters were at the base, they had instantly started a list of things to attain. “Good news, I found some of that orange floor cleaner in the back of your cabinets.”
Carol grinned as she turned to the boys who had gone over to help Mikaela with the last of the glasses. “We’ll be back. Please try and keep an eye on your fathers. The last thing we need is the whole rec. room.”
Both boys nodded as the two women left and soon they were hauling out the few boxes. “Hey Optimus!” Sam called up as he climbed back into the cab and began securing the boxes behind his seats. “I think Ratchet was right. You do need to get a trailer.”
“I am not a pack mule!” Optimus grumbled as Mikaela handed up another box. The three humans all snickered at the petulant tone the large big rig used as Sam looked around the cab.
“I think Hound will have to bring most of the suitcases,” he said as he placed both Miles and Steve’s duffle bags on top of the boxes. “There really isn’t much room back here.”
“We could hold some things on our laps,” Mikaela suggested as she handed up another bag.
“And if Mom and Mrs. Witwicky are going to fill Bluestreak’s trunk with groceries, then there won’t be too much room in him either… not with the length of that list they made.”
Sam nodded even though Miles was still on the sidewalk and couldn’t see him. “It depends on how much your dad is bringing,” he called down to him. “Your mom only had the three suitcases, right?”
“Yeah, and the kitchen sink!” Miles joked.
“Better than the pool table,” Mikaela told him as she glanced around. “By the way, has anyone seen Keller or his men?”
“I think they went into the basement with our dads,” Miles told her as he handed her a box labeled “Hell Cat’s Toys” in his father’s bold handwriting.
Mikaela quirked her head in puzzlement; “what do you suppose they’re doing down there?”
“Who knows...” Miles muttered. “Hey! Here comes Hound,” he called up to Sam as he spotted the jeep coming down the road, a hologram that looked a bit like the Australian actor Paul Hogan in the drivers seat. “With Croc Dundee at the wheel!”
“What?” Sam cried out as Mikaela let out another groan.
“You would think that after the twins, they would learn not to base their holograms off of celebrities…”
“Eight ball in the left corner pocket.”
Ron and Steve watched flabbergasted as the small black and white ball easily rolled into the specified hole. “Is there anything you can’t do?” Steve asked as he watched John, who said being called Keller made him feel like he was back in the office, line up another shot.
“Laundry,” John replied as he sank the six. “I can’t do laundry.”
“Well, what self-respecting man can?” Ron asked as he sat at Steve’s built in home bar and sipped his beer.
Steve let out a small barking laugh. “This coming from the man who dabbles in the dirt on a regular basis to plant bluebells.”
“For the last time Steve, they’re not ‘bluebells’. They’re not even of the same family. They’re Solanum xanti hoffmannii's from Santa Barbara.”
Even the two bodyguards turned to give Ron an incredulous look, but Ron was rather indifferent about the whole flower issue. “Right…” Steve drawled as he turned back to John. “They’re bluebells. I don’t care what he says; they look like bluebells to me…”
John just shook his head and leaned back over the pool table to sink another shot as Miles appeared at the top of the stairs. “Hey Dad! Is there anything down here we have to pack? Hound just got back so we’re trying to rearrange everything to fit.”
“Since your mother said no to the Stairmaster I guess not!” Steve called back up at him.
“Okay!” Miles voice became muffled as he closed the door again.
“I wonder how the girls are doing,” Steve murmured as John finally missed a shot and it was finally his own turn.
“They’re shopping,” Ron muttered as he handed John a beer. “They’re probably doing just fine… the question we really should be asking is how that Autobot is doing.”
“Holy! Slagging! PRIMUS!”
Bluestreak stared around the parking lot in abject horror at the sights and sounds of all the humans bustling around. The sound of squeaking and rattling shopping carts punctuated by the sound of various car doors and trunks slamming close echoed thought his entire audio system. This had to be one of the worse places he had ever been! It was like something out of a nightmare! Who lived like this?
Bluestreak cringed as he saw an unattended shopping cart begin to roll down a slight incline straight towards a rather shinny, yet crushed, blue truck. The Nissan couldn’t help but wince as the cart made impact and the owner of said cart finally noticed its escape. “I am not here,” Bluestreak muttered to himself, trying desperately to ignore the yelping canine in the car next to him that was desperately trying to pry the window down further so it could pounce on him. “I am somewhere safe. I am okay. I’m perfectly safe. No one is going to harm me or- YEOW!”
Bluestreak jerked suddenly as he felt something grab his aft. Thankfully, there was no one in the spot in front of him so no damage was incurred. “Oops! Sorry Bluestreak,” Carol Lancaster murmured as she quickly made her way from the trunk to the driver’s side door. “I forgot.”
“Carol!” Judy cried out as she finally caught up with the other women, her own shopping cart filled to the brim with an assortment of both paper and plastic bags. “I told you to wait for me!”
“But your checker was taking forever!” Carol complained.
Judy shook her head as she angled her cart away from Bluestreak before she too made her way to the ‘Bots front. “Bluestreak? Would it be possible for you to open your trunk for us?” she asked him politely.
Bluestreak just numbly popped the trunk as Carol sulked. “I said I was sorry.”
Barricade chuckled triumphantly as he exited the small hanger. That had been a lot easier than he had believed possible. He had thought someone would have at least spotted him driving around the compound, but it appeared that everyone else was busy doing whatever it was that they were working on. ‘Which is no rust off my aft,’ he thought as he meandered around.
It seemed as if Preceptor was holed up in his lab again while Wheeljack and Ratchet were both in the engineer’s workshop. Ironhide, ‘Cade chuckled, was still snoozing away and Blaster was out with Inferno and Red Alert in the surrounding desert searching the far perimeter of what was considered the Autobot’s Consulate property.
‘There’s nothing but rocks and cacti,’ he thought as he wandered around. ‘What could they possibly find out there?’
With a small sigh, he roamed around for a little while before deciding that it would probably be best if he headed back to the small far off hanger that was designated as his quarters… or rather prison cell. With a sigh Barricade headed off towards the building. ‘I swear, they all think that I’m going to just suddenly jump out at them.’ Barricade couldn’t help but pause and he began chuckling slightly.
With a small mental grin, he resumed his way back towards the hanger when suddenly two streaks of color dashed in front of him. “What the hell?” Barricade muttered as he watched the Lamborghini twins dash around the corner in a flash of red and yellow. Barricade watched the small trail of dust settle for a few moments before he gave a mental shrug. “Whatever…”
With wallet and Jeep acquired as well as some more of their gear, including shoes, Epps and Will were soon back on their way to the base later that afternoon. “Do you think that anyone’s back yet?” Will asked as he fiddled with the radio dials.
“How many times do I have to tell you don’t mess with my radio?” Epps growled as he slowly went around tumbleweed. “I have it set just where I want it.”
Will gave his companion a hard stare. “You have it on the disco channel,” he said flatly.
Epps flushed slightly as he turned the wheel again. “Whatever! Just don’t mess with my gear, man. Come on.”
“Okay, okay. Sorry,” Will chuckled as he sat back in his seat. “I didn’t know it was so important to you.”
Epps just snorted as they continued down the road. “So what do you think is going to happen with Barricade?” Epps wondered aloud as he dug around for his fast food bag from the back.
Will glanced over at his friend. “What do you mean?” he asked puzzled.
“I mean now that he’s actually at the Autobot base. It’s clear the others don’t like him.”
Will just shrugged. “From what Sam told me, it took ‘Bee a long time to get use to him too and now he’s his personal guard.”
Epps just snorted as he finally found his bag. “That may have more to do with ‘Bee’s age then anything. He’s not as bitter as the others.”
“True,” Will sighed as he took off his sunglasses and cleaned them. “But Optimus did say that they were going to give him a chance.”
Epps just nodded before he changed the subject once again. “We can only hope. Anyway, you think these people are going to go after Starscream and his lackeys?”
Will snorted as he slipped the glasses back onto his nose. “If they do, then at least it will be one less thing for us to worry about.”
“Man, you can say that again,” Epps muttered as he pulled around. “So what do you think this Thirteen is after?”
“Who knows,” Will muttered. “I’m just as lost as you are on this one buddy.”
Epps snorted again. “Well, I will say one thing about that Sector Seven,” he said. “They were at least predictable.”
“Too true,” Will smiled as they finally saw the base on the horizon. “Ah, home sweet home.”
“For the foreseeable future at least,” Epps muttered as they soon went around the small curve and began heading for the fence line. “WHAT THE HELL?” Breaks squealed as he slammed them down. He cursed as his soda tipped over.
Will stood up in his seat as he stared at the moat in front of them. “Well at least we didn’t fall into it this time,” he muttered as Epps too stood to stare down disbelievingly.
“What the hell?” Epps muttered again as he popped open the door and climbed out. Will quickly followed suit on his own side and the both walked to where the jeep’s front bumper hung precariously over the edge of the now suddenly filled moat.
“Did that have water in it when we left?” Will murmured dazedly.
“I highly doubt it,” Epps muttered.
“But where would they have gotten all this water to fill it?” Will asked as he stared down into the rather muddy liquid.
“Oh… I have a rather good idea,” Epps murmured as he finally spotted a rather large bolder that had what looked like water leaking out from under it.
“An underground well?” Will cried out in disbelief as he looked towards where Epps was pointing. “I don’t believe it.”
“Well believe it,” Epps murmured as he glanced back down into the moat. “Though why Red suddenly decided to fill it up is beyond me.”
Will blinked down at the moat thoughtfully. “It might not have been Red who did this,” he murmured absently as he looked at the rather still water.
“Then who else could it have been?” Epps murmured as he leaned against the side of his jeep. “I mean it’s his moat after all.”
“That’s true, but I still don’t think it was him,” Will insisted.
Epps just shrugged. “Whatever, it’s going to be hell carrying everything across it now. There are only those three planks.”
Will sighed. “I know, but what can we do?”
Epps stared down into the water. “Perhaps we can get Ironhide and Inferno to pass the whole jeep over the moat. Save us a lot of time.”
Will looked up from his examination of the now filled moat. “We shouldn’t have to constantly have to rely on them for things like this,” he said sternly. “We’ve gotten by just fine before they came.”
“But you have to admit that they are helpful with this kind of thing.”
Will shook his head as he suddenly saw something out of the corner of his eye. “What the hell?”
“What?” Epps who had been heading back to the driver’s seat turned back around and came back to the moat his burger now in hand.
“I thought I saw something,” Will told him.
Epps raised an eyebrow as he chewed. “Saw something where?” he mumbled.
“In the moat,” Will said. “I thought I saw a shadow.”
Epps frowned as he too looked down into the moat. “Do you think one of the newbie’s is a submarine?” he asked absently as he stared down into the brown water. “Aw shit,” he muttered as some of the meat suddenly fell out of his lunch.
“Who knows…” Will murmured. “But it could explain why it’s suddenly full of- HOLY FUCKING CHRIST!”
Will and Epps both jumped back as a dark shadow suddenly burst out of the water.
“Who the hell was it?”
Five pairs of optics stared up at him with bright, aghast expressions as each one pointed to the other. “It was his fault!” they all shouted at once and pointed at everyone else.
“It was not!”
“It so was!”
“I didn’t do anything!”
“Yes you did!”
“What?”
“Slag it!”
“Who’s on my foot?”
“Slag your foot! Someone’s on my spine!”
“You don’t have a slagging spine you wuss!”
“Say that again and die!”
A few of the others standing around chuckled while the ones on the ground tried to untangle themselves only to slip in the latest puddle of mud and fall right back down. Starscream just sighed as he stared down at the group. “Do I even want to know?” He asked as he turned to look at Hook and Thundercracker; the two shrugged.
“Don’t look at us,” Hook muttered as he glared down at the two Constructicons tangled up in the fray. Scrapper and Scavenger were fortunately too busy trying to untangle themselves to notice their teammate’s angered gaze. Starscream sighed and glanced at Thundercracker who just glared back while Runamuck and Runabout finally managed to get themselves out of the chaos and Misfire slowly crawled out from under the pile.
“Save me,” the smallest jet moaned looking up at Starscream.
“No,” Starscream glared. Misfire just groaned and collapsed. “Now,” he said as he turned. “Once again…” he glared at everyone with pure loathing. “Who was it that decided it was a good idea to load the perimeter cannon with mud balls?”
There was silence for a long time. There was a small forced cough before silence reigned once again. Starscream just continued to glower. “Never mind, I think I know who the culprit was…” he growled as he turned to narrow his gaze on Thundercracker’s surprised visage. “Where is your other half?” he growled.
Thundercracker just glared in dislike when there was a sudden explosion of sound behind the group and Starscream whirled around to find himself staring at the third official member of the Seekers sipping on a can of crude oil. Skywarp stared at their current leader before he turned and looked down at the small pile of Decepticons. He looked back at Starscream. “What I miss?”
Starscream just stared in shock before he threw up his hands in disbelief. “I give up,” he muttered before he turned to Hook. “How much longer till we actually have a working base of operations?”
Hook just shrugged as he glanced over at his team who all mimicked the shrugged. “Sorry, but we still have no idea yet…”
Starscream let out an exasperated snort. “Wonderful,” he snarled, “well this is just slagging fantastic…” he turned away, throwing up his hands in aggravation as he began muttering. “I don’t believe this,” he snarled. “I’m surrounded by slagging sparklings…” he then shouted over his shoulder, “And where the Matrix is Soundwave? That slagging walking radio has been MIA for weeks…”
The others all watched as Starscream suddenly shifted to his alt mode and took off, leaving a small trail of dust in his wake as he flew off into the distance. Skywarp turned when he was sure that the mech was gone and looked at Hook dead on. “Now can you tell me why you sent me on that errand?” he whined, irritated that he had missed what obviously had been a good show. Hook just smirked as Thundercracker began laughing hysterically.
-To Be Continued
Author's Note: -Snickers- Well join us next week for chapter Fifty of Cover Me: Muddied Waters
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