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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s note: Happy TUESDAY everyone! Yup, TUESDAY! If you missed Monday's you have to go BACK! -snickers- Welcome to my real anniversary present! I am now updated this baby DAILY! You heard right. DAILY! Think of it this way... I have this chapter planned for 200 chapters... clearly there are not 148 Monday's between now and June 26th, so I will be updating this DAILY! Now the time's won't be consistent since work has me running everywhere at all hours but I am determined to update this puppy daily! I know people must be happy considering I got over 30 reviews for chapter 53. Now unfortunately this chapter is really just fluff so I hope no one gets to angry at me. Please enjoy!
PAIRINGS REVEALED THUS FAR: Wheeljack x Ratchet, Inferno x Red Alert, Sunstreaker x Sideswipe, Prowl x Jazz, Thundercracker x Skywarp (do I still need this? Maybe I'll just mention each new pairing as they become apparent)
Font Index: “Speaking”, ‘Thinking’, “-Radio Transmissions-”, “Cybertronion” “:Link:” (this is gone too. You've seen it for over a year. I think we get the picture)
Chapter Fifty-Four: Jazzing it up!
Jazz just sat there, grinning like a loon as Prowl stared at his now very much alive husband. The two could instantly feel their sparks reaching out for one another through the newly re-connected link and both let out a contended sigh as they met. Jazz’s grin grew wider as he smiled at Prowl. “So how have you been?” he asked him.
Prowl didn’t answer him. In fact, he didn’t say anything at all as suddenly all of his logic circuits came to a starling halt with a strange, fizzing sound and with a loud bang, the commander fell backwards and landed on the ground with a loud thud as no one bothered to try and catch him since they too all just stared at Jazz in stunned shock. Jazz frowned at the prone form of his husband before he turned to the others. “What?” he asked them with a frown.
Barricade was forced to brace himself as a small earthquake took place after the innocent question as one by one, every single slagging Autobot fell backwards and landed on the ground in a multitude of clangs and thuds. Thank goodness that he was holding on to Sam as he stared down at the darkened optics of his supposed guard. At least Ironhide had set Will down when they were trying to free Sam earlier. Barricade just shook his head as he looked around at the fourteen prone mechs before he looked back up at the completely unrepeated Jazz. “Do you suppose it was something I said?” Jazz asked innocently as he stared down at his friends and comrades.
“How should I know?” Barricade replied before he could think about it.
Jazz finally turned and realized that there was an extra mech present, and actually still awake! He gawked at the Decepticon standing there with an unconscious Sam in his hands in surprise. “Whoa,” the ‘Bot drawled as he stared at him. “What did I miss while I was away?”
Barricade let out a small sigh. “A lot,” he told him as he looked around at the unconscious Autobots. He stared down at the unconscious Bumblebee and gave the young Autobot a small nudge with his foot. “If he thinks I’m going to drag his aft back to the hanger, he’s crazier than Starscream.”
Jazz just tilted his head as he glanced down at Bumblebee before he looked back up at Barricade. “So what’s happened around here?”
Barricade looked back up at the Autobot who was looking at him expectantly. “Not sure what you want to know,” he replied slowly.
“Everything,” Jazz told him with a wide grin. “Anything! What’s the latest gossip?”
Barricade just stared at the ‘Bot. “Well for starters, the twins are apparently Aligned.”
“Really?” Jazz asked surprised as he hopped of the pyre. “Well then, I suppose Smokescreen will be wanting his credits next time I see him.” Barricade sent him a questioning glance. “He won that pool,” Jazz explained.
“Ah.” Barricade’s grin just got wider. “Who won the one about Ratchet and Wheeljack then?”
Jazz instantly perked up. “Really? They went and got themselves Aligned?”
“Well, no. Not yet,” Barricade corrected. “But they have admitted it at last.”
“Well that’s good to hear,” Jazz nodded as he too looked at the couple in question. “I didn’t miss the wedding. So what else did I miss? I know the All Spark was destroyed after I died but what’s happened since then?”
“You want the long version or the short?” Barricade said drolly.
“Man, I can’t take those longwinded explanations,” Jazz told him with a grin. “Why my reports are crammed into one paragraph. A sentence if I can get away with it.”
Barricade chuckled. “I bet Optimus loves that,” he said. “Well, the humans have kindly given us sanctuary, Starscream is off plotting and oh yeah, there’s a new human sector call Sector Thirteen that seems to be after us for reasons yet unknown.”
Jazz shook his head and let out a low whistle. “Damn, they just don’t quit do they?”
Barricade shrugged. “Apparently not.”
Jazz just let out a small sigh before he looked over at the base in the distance. “So this is our new home?”
“For the moment,” Barricade replied as he too glanced over at the small compound.
Jazz just stared. “Why is there a moat?”
Barricade couldn’t stop himself as he threw back his head and howled with laughter. Jazz gave the ‘Con a worried look that read “Oh Primus, he’s lost it” as he took a small step away from the cackling mech. “It has its own crocodile too,” Barricade finally managed to tell him and now even Jazz was laughing.
“You’re kidding!” he laughed as he stared at the ring of water. “How did they manage that?”
“Apparently the twins discovered online shopping and well,” Barricade trailed off and finished off with yet another shrug.
Jazz just nodded understandingly. “Those two always did mange to find trouble no matter where they went.”
“True,” Barricade agreed with a smirk.
The two chuckled for a moment before a voice suddenly spoke up behind them. “Jazz?”
Both mechs turned back towards the pyre and stared down at the humans gaping up at them. “Mikaela!” Jazz cried out as he wandered over. “How’ve you been? You look…” he eyed the frizzy hair and blackened tear streaks, “good,” he finished lamely. “What’s up?”
“You… You’re back!” the girl finally stuttered as she stared up at the silver mech. “Ratchet said you were dead! You had been torn in half by Megatron.”
Jazz winced as his hands went to his waist as if to sooth an old hurt. “Yeah, I remember,” he muttered gloomily before he perked right back up. “But as you can see Ratchet’s fixed me up. Must have known I was coming back.”
Barricade let out a snort. “That was for your funeral you malfunctioning tin can. He didn’t want Prowl to see you damaged.”
“Aw,” Jazz cooed as he looked down at the unmoving medic. “How sweet of him. Ratchet doesn’t show it often, but he does have a soft side hidden away down there.”
Barricade just shook his head as Mikaela took another step forward closer to the edge of the pyre. “Jazz,” she tried again. “Just how is it possible that you’re back?”
Jazz just gifted the girl with a wide grin. “Ain’t that the million dollar question?”
Mikaela just stare as Carol wandered over to Judy. “I take it they’re not suppose to come back to life like that?” she asked her. Judy just shook her head.
“Does this mean we can go back now?” Ron asked rather loudly. “It’s hotter than an oven out here and I’m worried about Sam.”
“Plus it’s getting dark,” Steve added as he looked at the orange glow of the horizon.
Barricade just nodded and turned to Jazz. “Ron’s right, I should probably put Sam down soon but we’ll have to carry the humans over the moat.”
“Ok,” Jazz smiled as he wandered over to the humans still staring at him. “Hello! I’m Jazz,” he introduced himself. “Nice to meet ya!”
“We can work on the introductions later,” Barricade huffed as he held out his other hand for Mikaela and Miles.
“What? I’m just trying to be polite.”
“You just rose from the dead, there’s a ton of things I could think of doing before I start getting into the dynamics around this place.”
“Yeah? Name one…” Jazz called out as he carried the Witwicky’s and the two rangers across at Judy’s insistence and continued to carry them into the base, just content to follow Barricade as he was unsure where to put them. He looked around the empty hanger as Barricade set Sam down on his bed that Ron and Will had helped him move into the hanger a few days ago. “Cheery,” he muttered as he looked at the bland walls.
“Yeah, it’s a dump,” Barricade agreed as he nodded to Judy and they left to retrieve the other humans. “But beggars can’t be chooser. The twins seem to be dealing however since they’ve taken to painting the interior of their own hanger…” Barricade paused suddenly as he let out a bark of laughter.
“What?” Jazz turned to him questioning. “What I miss?”
Barricade snickered. “Oh nothing much… just that I figured that something had to be done with all that extra paint and took it upon myself to ‘brighten’ Ironhide’s day a while back.”
Jazz gave him a rather amused look. “What color?”
Barricade just snickered as his optics landed on the mech in question still completely out of it. “Pink.”
Jazz yanked Keller’s second bodyguard right off the ground as he turned to stare at Barricade. “Pink?” he repeated, ignoring the man’s cry of alarm.
Barricade just smirked. “Pink.”
Jazz snickered as well as he retrieved the other guard and Keller while Barricade took the Lancaster’s plus Maggie and Glen who were listing to the conversation in stunned silence. “You suppose there’s any more of that paint left?” Jazz asked as he looked around at the prone figures on the ground.
Barricade glanced over at him warily as they walked back to the hanger. “Do you think that’s wise?” he asked him. “They could wake up at any moment.”
“Oh phooey,” Jazz scoffed. “It will take a while for their overheated circuits to cool down, we’ve got plenty of time.”
“‘We’?” Barricade repeated in shock. Jazz just grinned at him and Barricade soon reflected the smile as they dropped of their passengers with the other humans. “This way,” he grinned as he led the way. “By the way, good to have you back Jazz.”
Jazz grinned even wider as he followed the Decepticon into the twin’s hanger where there were a multitude of paint cans strewed all over the floor. “It’s good to be back Runner my man!”
Barricade just shook his head and handed Jazz the paint roller.
It was dawn by the time there was movement out in the desert just outside of the Autobot base. Surprisingly it was Bumblebee who was the first to reboot and he sat up with a groan as he tried to figure out what it was that had hit him. He glanced around trying to get his bearings and just gawked at what he saw. It was a virtual rainbow of colors… and were those polka dots on Perceptor? Primus it looked like he had that human disease known as the measles, only in reverse!
Bumblebee gasped as he quickly looked down at his own person and let out a sigh of relief as he saw his standard yellow was still there. ‘Just what was he up too this time?’ ‘Bee groaned to himself as he stood. Looking around, he noticed that the only other one who had escaped getting a new look was Prowl.
At the sight of Prowl however, everything suddenly came back to ‘Bee in a rush and he gasped as he looked around in a panic. “Sam?” he shouted frantically. Jumping over the still unconscious mechs, Bumblebee bolted into the compound and made a straight line for the hanger he shared with the ‘Con and his human friend. “Sam!” he shouted again only to quickly be reprimanded at his loud entrance.
“Shhhhhhhhhh!” Barricade hissed at him. “The other humans just got to sleep!”
Bumblebee quickly quieted as he took note that not only were Sam’s parents in the room but also his friends and the two rangers were spread out around the boy’s bed in chairs or even on the floor with blankets and pillows. Bumblebee just spared them a glance however as his optics zeroed in on the lone figure on the bed. “Sam…” he said again.
“Oh for crying out loud, he’s not dead,” Barricade huffed as he moved his piece over the board before he stared at his opponent. “Though, that doesn’t seem to mean much around here.”
Bumblebee finally turned to look at where Barricade was and boggled as Jazz waved to him cheerfully. They seemed to have fashioned a checkers board and were using bolts and lug nuts as game pieces as Jazz jumped his piece over three of Barricade’s bolts. “Damn,” Barricade muttered as he stared at the board.
“How’ve ya been BB?” Jazz just chirped as he smiled at the confused ‘Botling.
“BB?” Barricade repeated as he jumped only one of Jazz’s pieces.
“Yeah. Why? What do you call him?” Jazz asked innocently as he looked over the board and jumped three squares.
Barricade snickered. “Take your pick,” he said as he jumped another piece. “But mostly just Autobit.”
“Autobit?” Jazz said surprised. He turned to look at Bumblebee for a moment before he turned back to the game and took four more pieces. “It fits him.”
“Doesn’t it though?” Barricade scowled down at the board. “I swear your cheating somehow.”
“Who? Me?” Jazz just grinned.
“Hmmmm.”
“Wait a minute!”
Both mechs turned surprised at they distraught cry from the stunned Autobot in the doorway. “What?” Barricade asked him apathetically.
‘Bee stared at the two in front of him uncomprehendingly. “What is going on around here? How is it that you’re even here?” he cried as he pointed to Jazz who’s grin just got bigger. “And why are you two so friendly?”
Barricade just tilted his head, rather unaffected by the question as Jazz glanced between them. “He was holding Sam,” Jazz shrugged. “I took that to mean he’s one of us now.”
Barricade let out a small huff. “Keep dreaming ‘Bot,” he said as he moved one of his last three pieces over one of Jazz’s remaining seven. Jazz proceeded to acquire it and his other two. “Slag it.”
‘Bee just stared at them. “But… I don’t understand.”
Jazz took pity on the younger ‘Bot as he stood and made his way over to ‘Bee’s side and clamped a hand on his shoulder. “I know you’re confused right now,” he said seriously, “but…” Jazz paused hesitantly as he glanced over at where Sam was sleeping. “I’m sure everything will be explained after everyone’s back online.”
There was another sharp snort behind them as Barricade reset the board. “This ought to be good,” he muttered.
Jazz just grinned knowingly. “Oh, depending on how it goes… I think everyone’s in for some surprises alright,” he said evasively as he sat down once again and made the first move.
Bumblebee just stared at them for a while as they continued to play, a bit at a loss at what was going on around him. He watched Jazz take the first five of Barricade’s pieces before he turned back to glance at Sam. “Are you sure he’s okay?”
“Positive,” Jazz told him. “He wouldn’t allow anything harmful to hurt our Sammy. The boy’s just exhausted from the journey.”
Both Barricade and Bumblebee turned to look at the now whistling Autobot. “Just where exactly was it that he went?” Barricade asked him suspiciously. “Considering his body was in plain view the entire time.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know…” Jazz smirked. Barricade stared at the silver Autobot before he turned to glance at ‘Bee but the other mech had absolutely no idea what it was he was talking about either. Jazz just grinned at them before he turned to Barricade. “Your move.”
Optimus’ reboot screen flickered on later the next morning as the large big rig groaned and rolled over onto his front. “What the hell hit me?” he muttered as he finally rolled back over and sat up. It took a while before his optics finally cleared and he was surprised to find himself sitting in the dirt outside of the base. “What the?”
There was a groan beside him. “Did anyone manage to shoot the ‘Con that hit us?” Ironhide muttered.
Optimus turned to look down at the gunner and just gawked at what he saw. Ironhide was pink again but that wasn’t what had Optimus’ attention. It was the multitude of little pictures drawn on him. Rainbows and fluffy clouds were drawn sporadically all over his person and what looked like to be a pony on the gunners shoulder. Either that or it was a rather fat dog.
Ironhide rolled over to find his commander just staring down at him, his jaw hanging open in surprise. “What?” he asked becoming alarmed. “What is it?” It was then that Ironhide finally registered Optimus’ rather odd coloring. “Oh slag it,” Ironhide groaned. “Something’s wrong with my optics,” he moaned.
“What?” Optimus finally managed to shake himself out of his stupor before he glanced back down at his own person. “What the slag?” he cried out. All of his colors were inverted. He was now a bright red with dark blue flames shooting up his arms. While it was a neat thing to see, Optimus was not happy. “I hate red,” he murmured sourly.
“What the slag?”
Optimus looked back at Ironhide at the cry before he turned to see what it was that the gunner was staring at. He too couldn’t help but stare as he saw that not just he and Ironhide, but everyone had been given a new look. The only one it seemed to have escaped unscathed had been Prowl who was looking around rather befuddled at the mechs around him. Optimus just boggled.
Inferno was a rather shocking shade of bright neon green while Red Alert himself was an interesting shade of aqua, which just completely clashed when the two stood next to one another. “Primus,” Optimus muttered as he turned his head away, unable to bare the sight of them any longer. He looked over and shook his head as he saw Hound a rather interesting shade of plum while Bluestreak looked horrified at the rather bright yellow and Blaster was a rather dizzying rainbow of all clashing shades… ‘Primus, he looks like a tie died t-shirt gone horribly, horribly wrong…’
Turning away, he spotted Preceptor and cringed at the analogy as the scientist just stared down at his body in utter horror. Wheeljack and Ratchet it seemed didn’t escape unscathed either as both of them were rather interesting shades of reds. Ratchet did not look happy at being bright fuchsia whatsoever while Wheeljack totally ignored his own maroon appearance in lieu of trying to sooth his agitated partner. The best however, had to be the twins.
“AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Sunny screamed as he looked down at his rather bright orange striped person. Optimus “blinked” at the rather sparkly appearance as the mech turned about trying to see all of himself without the aid of a mirror. Apparently Sunny had gotten the satin finish on his latest order of paint. “What the hell happened to me?”
“Sunny,” Sides quickly went to his mate’s side and Sunny stared at his brother.
“What the Matrix happened to you?” Sunny cried as he stared at the bright Periwinkle Reventón. “What the salg? Who did this? What’s going on?” Optimus shook his head as he finally made it to his feet and everyone glanced around confused.
“Man, what hit us?” Inferno asked as he wandered over.
“I have no idea,” Optimus muttered as he glanced around. “Why are we outside the base… … … … …”
It hit them then, like a random strike of lightning, of just what had happened the night before. “JAZZ!” Prowl suddenly called out and after a brief pause, he turned and took off towards one of the buildings.
Everyone gaped at his retreating form for a moment before they too all took off after the running commander. “Is it me, or is he headed towards the hanger with that ‘Con?” Bluestreak asked as they ran.
“What the slag?” Optimus growled as he put on some speed. They all reached the hanger at almost the exact same time and everyone had to slam on the breaks as they nearly collided into Prowl who was standing frozen in the doorway. “Prowl? What-?” He looked over the other ‘Bots shoulder and just gawked at what he saw.
Jazz gave a little wave from where he and Barricade were sitting playing some odd form of mahjong with extra pieces of scrap. Barricade leaned back and nodded to him before he rose and wandered away a tad, ensuring that he was well away from the large group of Autobots. Jazz just continued to smile at everyone as he finally stood and made his way over. “Hi babe, miss me?” he smiled up at Prowl who just continued to stare at him.
Prowl looked at him a long time, just drinking in the sight of him before he finally reached out and placed a hand on Jazz’s arm. Jazz smiled, amused and copied the gesture. Prowl stared at the hand on his arm a long while before he was finally able to speak. “Jazz… it is you!” the mech cried.
Jazz gave him a soft smile. “Yeah, it’s me.”
Prowl just continued to stare at his husband in complete awe and Optimus realized that since his sub-commander wasn’t very coherent at the moment and it would be up to him, as usual, to take over the conversation. “But how?”
Jazz turned to Optimus and tilted his head. “How what?” he asked.
“How? How are you even here? How can you be functional again? How the slag did I end up painted red?” Barricade snickered and Optimus turned to glare at him when he finally spotted Bumblebee sitting next to what looked like Sam’s bed. “Sam!” Optimus cried out, feeling horrible that he had forgotten about the boy in all the chaos. “Primus, what happened?”
Jazz for some unknown reason began snickering loudly behind him but Optimus just focused on the prone form on the bed. “He’s still out of it,” ‘Bee told them solemnly. “Judy and the others were here for most of the night but they finally went back to their own beds since none of them could figure out what was wrong with him either.”
“Ratchet?” Optimus called the medic over. Ratchet shoved his large, fuchsia colored form forward and quickly made his way to the bed and did some quick scans.
“I don’t see anything wrong with him,” Ratchet announced as he looked over the scan before he turned and quickly ran one over Jazz.
“Hey man; watch where you point that thing.”
“Him either,” Ratchet muttered as he went over the scans again.
“Okay, clearly we need to get some things in order here,” Optimus sighed as he looked around and everyone nodded in agreement. “Last night we were having Jazz’s funeral and he was most certainly dead, correct?”
“I saw no sign of a spark with in him in all the times I scanned him.”
“Ratchet! You perv you!” Jazz teased with a small laugh and Barricade began cackling in the background. Ratchet began sputtering in surprise as a few of the others were forced to look up the term.
“Anyway,” Optimus said loudly. “During the ceremony, Sam went to say goodbye when there was suddenly an explosion.”
“Really? There was an explosion?” Jazz asked becoming fascinated. “What bit the dust?”
“That would have been you, you idiot,” Ironhide muttered.
“I blew up?” Jazz asked amazed. Everyone nodded and Jazz’s grin grew wider. “Cool.”
Optimus shook his head. “Anyway, Sam fell unconscious and we were not able to get him to let go of your chest plate, and we still don’t know why.”
“He was glowing.”
Everyone turned to stare at Barricade who was just sitting in the corner with his feet up doing something with one of the spare data pads. “What was that?” Ratchet asked, sure he didn’t hear what he thought he heard.
Barricade sighed as he killed off another zombie on his rigged Cybertronion version of a PSP and brought his feet down so he could look at the Autobots one by one. “He. Was. Glowing!” he enunciated each word slowly as if explaining it to a newly charged sparkling. Everyone just stared Barricade as he once again leaned back and hit the play button to reactivate his game. “A light blue if I remember correctly,” he continued almost as an afterthought. “The same color our sparks are, if I’m not mistaken.”
Everyone just stared at him, completely shocked as he went back to playing his video game. Bumblebee soon snapped himself out of his stupor and leaned over and whacked him over the head. “Why didn’t you say something?” he bellowed as Barricade frowned at him.
“Now look what you made me do…” he snarled. “I lost a life.” Bumblebee made a strange strangled sound and leaned forward to whack him once again but this time Barricade ducked.
“Sam was glowing?” Optimus questioned as he tried to sort everything out in his head. “Not Jazz?”
“Nope, just Sam,” Barricade shrugged as he moved his seat further away from the yellow Autobot and resumed his game.
“But that doesn’t make any sense,” Ratchet muttered. “Why would it be that Sam was glowing?” He turned to Perceptor. “Do you have any ideas?”
Perceptor just stared at him. “Who cares if the kid shone chartreuse?” Perceptor suddenly cried in frustration. “How is it that Jazz is back from the dead?”
Everyone turned to Jazz who was still standing at the edge of the group. Jazz just smirked as Optimus turned towards him. “Perceptor is bringing up a good point,” Optimus said. “We still haven’t asked you what your whole take on this situation was.”
Ratchet nodded as he stepped forward. “Do you remember anything? Anything that would help us?” he asked slowly.
Jazz just grinned at them. “Do you really want to know?” he asked them with a wide smile.
“Yes, that would be very helpful,” Optimus sighed, glad that they were going to get at least some sort of an explanation. “What happened?”
Jazz smirked at him before he managed to pry Prowl’s hand off of him and he stepped towards the larger Autobot. With a cheeky grin, he leaned forward and crooked a finger to gesture the Autobot leader closer to him. Perplexed, Optimus took those few steps and leaned down so that Jazz could whisper to him.
“It's a secret.” Optimus pulled back as he and everyone else just stared at Jazz completely stunned.
Barricade just sighed as he finished killing off the sub-boss. “Autobots…”
-To Be Continued
Author's Note: Well there you have it. Jazz and Barricade causing mischife. I know I answered nothing but I thought I needed a bit of a laugh after the last chapter. Please join me next time for chapter Fify Five: Getting Answers~!
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