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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s note:Not much happening in this one. Just more "blah blah blah..."
Chapter Fifty-Nine: Multiplying Meetings
“Why is it that we always seem to be in meetings lately?”
Ratchet glanced over at Ironhide with a small smirk from where they were seated next to each other in the main hanger. “Well we have to keep everyone up to date, don’t we?”
“Can’t we just have a bulletin board?” Ironhide muttered ignoring the small glare that Prowl was sending his way. “A newsletter? E-mail maybe?”
Ratchet went to say something when he suddenly thought about it. “Could we do something like that?” he asked Wheeljack, startling the other mech when he turned to talk to him. “Now that we have a main computer set up, we could have a mailing list.”
“What?” Wheeljack, who had been studiously ignoring them, asked surprised. “What are you two talking about?”
“E-mail,” Ratchet said again with a small huff.
“You know,” Ironhide added as he leaned forward to look around the medic. “Electronic mail? Instant messaging?”
Wheeljack stared blankly. “What?”
Ratchet frowned at his fiancé. “Haven’t you been studying the human electronics?” he asked incredulously. “You know… e-mail.”
“Oh yeah! E-mail!” The three older mechs startled as Sideswipe suddenly leaned forward and joined the conversation. “Sunny and I both got one when we signed up with that ordering site.”
“Wasn’t that optional?” Wheeljack asked surprised as he re-ran what he knew about the ordering page.
“Exactly how much did that cost us?” Prowl suddenly asked as he turned around to glare at the twins. “Because whatever it was, is coming right out of your allowance.”
“We get an allowance?” Sunny suddenly cried as he finally perked up from where he had been lounging. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
Ironhide let out a snort. “Because you two are already overdrawn, that’s why.” Sunny let out a small pout and Sides heaved a sigh as they both sat back in their seats. Ironhide shook his head as he turned back to look towards the front where Optimus was speaking to Keller. “Well at least I don’t have to take the meeting notes this time,” he grumbled.
Ratchet frowned at him but Jazz beat him to the punch as he leaned forward to speak around Prowl who was seated on Ironhide’s left. “You were taking notes?” he asked incredulously. “How did that happen?” Ironhide shook his head and tried to inconspicuously point to Ratchet who was glaring at everyone. Jazz tilted his head and smirked as he leaned forward even more to speak to Ratchet. “Optimus couldn’t read your writing, could he?”
“What’s wrong with my writing?” Ratchet demanded loudly. “I have perfectly good hand writing.” There was a choking sound somewhere behind them and Ratchet instantly whirled around to try and locate the culprit. Everyone was suddenly very interested in the ceiling and all of them were looking anywhere but where they were seated. Ratchet’s optics darkened slightly. “Hmmm…”
“What are we all talking about?”
All of the Autobots turned surprised to see Barricade at the end of the “aisle” grinning madly. Prowl scowled but Jazz was already waving and shoving his mate further down so as to give the ‘Con room to sit. “Hey ‘Cader, where’s ya keeper?”
Barricade frowned at the smaller mech, declining to sit much to Prowl’s relief. “He’s over there, talking to the humans about something or other…” The others glanced over to see that ‘Bee had also arrived, Sam seated in the palm of his hand talking to Keller up on the catwalk. Barricade shrugged as he leaned back against one of the support beams. “No idea what they’re yakking about.”
The others said nothing as they had no idea either and Ratchet leaned forward to speak around Ironhide. “So how are you modifications?” he asked. “You know, I still need to schedule you for another check up to make sure everything’s working correctly.” Wheeljack whirled around at that but Ratchet had his gaze firmly attached to Barricade’s cringing form.
Barricade scowled as he actually took a step back and away from the group. He glared at Ratchet. “No.”
ALL the mechs in the near vicinity went deathly silent. Blaster gawked from where he had been speaking to Red Alert about an alarm system as Red just shook his head and scooted back as far as he could go from the ‘Con while the twins stared at him in a state of complete awe. Even Prowl cringed as he heard the mustang’s curt response and glanced over at the medic apprehensively.
Ironhide however, took a different path as he chuckled. “Oh… you are in so much trouble now…” Barricade risked a glance at him and did not like the knowing smirk the weapons specialist wore.
Wheeljack shook his head and tried to avoid what he knew had to be his fiancé’s dark, medic-of-doom look as Ratchet just glared at the ‘Con. “What?” he ground out as he glowered at the other mech.
Barricade suddenly heard internal warning bells that shouted “DANGER! Proceed with caution!” at full blast. However, Barricade wouldn’t be a ‘Con if he didn’t take risks. “Ratchet, as long as you never approach me again in a medical fashion, we’ll get along great!”
Ratchet’s glare got darker; something the twins were very familiar with as both of them quickly stood and beat a hasty retreat and some of the other mechs took the hint as they too scattered, Bluestreak clambering over Inferno’s lap at one point since he couldn’t get around him fast enough. Jazz and Ironhide seemed to be the only ones completely at ease at the current thundercloud hanging over Ratchet’s head as they both chuckled. Jazz leaned forward and tilted his head at Ironhide and the gunner caught the look. There seemed to be a silent communication going on between them and Prowl was instantly aware that they seemed to be having a whole conversation over his head.
Ironhide finally nodded and taking a spare bolt from his supply, brought his arm back and managed to neatly pelt Optimus right in the back of the head. Blaster and Bluestreak nearly completely freaked, and both Wheeljack and Perceptor tried to calm them down while Jazz dealt with his stunned husband. Giving Prowl a bit of a shove Jazz waved over at Optimus who had turned around to glare at whoever dared throw things at him. Needless to say his gaze bypassed almost everyone else and landed squarely on Ironhide who was sitting back smugly.
The large mech finally seemed to notice his medic’s dark look, and exactly whom it was aimed at, and quickly snagged the still snickering ‘Bee’s arm, dragging him, and subsequently Sam, over to the group. “Alright, what’s going on here guys?” he asked as he chucked the bolt he had picked up back at a smirking Ironhide, though not as hard.
Prowl looked up at his commander almost completely at a loss as Jazz just chuckled and pointed to Barricade. “He started it!”
Barricade just glared back at the smaller mech as he crossed his arms, taking a rather defensive stance. “Did not!”
“He refused Ratchet’s request for a secondary checkup,” Prowl said hastily when it looked as if Jazz was about to continue the idiotic banter.
Optimus glanced over at Barricade and tilted his head. “Is this true?” Barricade just glowered and gave a small, sharp nod.
Ratchet was not happy. “Optimus, I want him in my med bay the second this meeting is over.”
“It hasn’t even begun yet,” Ironhide muttered. Jazz leaned around Prowl to whack him in the arm.
“I’m completely fine,” Barricade told Optimus as he gave his arms a bit of a wave as if to prove his point.
Optimus just shook his head as Ratchet glared at the ‘Con. “It’s the internal connectors I’m worried about.”
“Oh please,” Barricade smirked. “If something snaps, you’ll hear about it.”
“Optimus!” Ratchet turned to the leader appalled but it was Bumblebee, who had so far remained quiet with Sam simply watching the goings on, that leaned over and whacked Barricade on the head.
“You’re going!” Both ‘Bee and Sam snapped.
“What?” Barricade frowned at them but the combined glares from Sam and ‘Bee was fiercer.
“Yes, I agree,” Optimus nodded as he turned to Barricade. “You are to report to Ratchet as soon as the meeting is ended.” Barricade scowled and opened his mouth to no doubt argue some more when ‘Bee sighed and reached forward to snag the ‘Con and began hauling him back to the other side of the room as the scattered Autobots started to slink back to their seats.
“Shall we get this meeting started?” Keller asked from the catwalk behind them. Optimus sighed and nodded as he turned to head back to the front of the room while ‘Bee dragged Barricade to the far corner.
“Will you let go?” Barricade growled as he finally yanked his arm back from the ‘Bot.
“What is wrong with you, picking a fight with Ratchet?” ‘Bee snarled back at him. “It’s just a routine check up. What’s the big deal?”
Barricade just glowered at the other mech as Sam finally leaned forward with a small frown. “Be glad that Mom is out with Mrs. Lancaster, because if she knew you were skimping out on a doctors appointment, super advance being or no, she would drag you to Ratchet herself.”
“Not to mention Mikaela,” ‘Bee chuckled as he watched Barricade’s face fall as he finally realized just how lucky he was that the human females weren’t present. Sam and ‘Bee laughed at the expression. “Are we going to be nicer to Ratchet from now on?”
‘Cade’s face went back to his normal smirk. “Not a chance,” he announced as Optimus took the podium.
“All right everyone!” he called out as a few stragglers scrambled into their seats. “We have confirmation of Decepticon activity!”
“Decepticon stupidity’s more like it,” Bluestreak snickered with Blaster and the twins.
‘Bee glanced over at Barricade a bit apprehensive but there was really no need to worry as Barricade was nodding in agreement. “If Misfire’s here, that’ll change the entire dynamics of the Decepticons,” he called out, surprising almost all of the second and third arrivals.
Optimus glanced at the ‘Con bemused. “And how’s that?” he asked him. “Should we be worried about this Misfire?”
“I think Starscream has more to worry about than you do,” Barricade snickered. “Think of Misfire as one of your own behind enemy lines causing mass chaos and hysteria. One, he can’t hit the broad side of mountain if he was standing on it; and two, he has to worst case of hero worship regarding Starscream that I’ve ever seen… If anything, Misfire’ll only work to your advantage. He’ll cause them more grief than us.”
“How do you even know who it was?” Ironhide asked turning around. “They stayed in jet form the whole time.”
“I’ve seen Misfire drunk before. Like I said, he’s a lush.” Barricade smirked as he leaned back. “I doubt that was anything planned. Knowing Starscream, it would be a hell of a lot more deceitful than doing a blitz attack.”
Optimus nodded. “What we do know now, is that at least three other of his companions have arrived here on Earth.”
“It’s the seekers…” Barricade snickered and all the Autobots started to get cricks in their neck joints as they swiveled from Optimus in the front of the room to Barricade at the back of the room.
“What does that mean?” Optimus asked archly. “The seekers were are ones who have done the most damage to our forces to date.”
Barricade shrugged. “Well, I’m just saying if it starts looking like it’s going bad for them, Thundercracker will be sure to yank Skywarp out of the fray as quickly as possible. He’s all for the fight, but not at the cost of his husband getting hurt.”
Optimus stared at the ‘Con surprised that he would be offering this much information. He wasn’t quite sure how accurate the statement was but decided to take Barricade’s words at face value. “Would it be possible to convince the seekers to come to our side?”
Every head whirled around to stare at Optimus in complete shock but the large Autobot ignored them for the moment, his gaze focused solely on the Decepticon in the back of the room. Barricade seemed to be thinking about it for a long while before he sighed. “Thundercracker does have some doubts about working for the Decepticons, one of the reason’s I wanted to try and get in touch with them before they met up with Starscream.”
“But would we be able to persuade him away from Starscream and his ilk?”
“Well it’s like I said-” Barricade paused suddenly and stared at Optimus, “‘ilk’?”
Optimus scowled. “Just answer the question,” he snapped.
Barricade stared at the Autobot leader for long, long moment before he shook his head and continued on. “Anyway, like I said, it all depends on Skywarp. Now trying to deal with Skywarp is a bit trickery.” Barricade actually paused and glanced over at Bluestreak for a moment before he spoke again. “He has a tendency to constantly use his warping abilities to not only attack your teams but also to drive the rest of us Decepticons insane. He’s like the Lambo’s all rolled into one, only with a dark brutal streak.” Barricade shrugged. “Skywarp just likes things to go boom.”
“And as long as this Skywarp is working with Starscream, Thundercracker will remain with him,” Optimus restated.
“Like I said, it’s pretty much a toss up. Not many of us have ever really liked Starscream. It may be that they leave Starscream’s rule, but that doesn’t mean that they’ll join you guys.”
Optimus sighed and nodded glumly. “Do you think anyone else has arrived?” he asked him. Barricade just shrugged. “Slag. Red! How are we from a security standpoint?”
“Honestly?” Red called out. “… We’re so doomed.”
Optimus looked at the security chief in surprise. “What do you mean?” he asked stunned. “I thought we were doing good.”
Red Alert frowned at him. “The watch tower is just a drop in the oil tank,” he explained sharply. “All the buildings need to be completely refitted if not just torn down completely. These hangers were built to withstand human weaponry. Not our highly advanced pulse cannons and energy weapons. We are essentially sitting ducks! I don’t think we could withstand a dead on attack.”
“Well they still don’t know where we are…” Wheeljack turned to send a pointed glare at Barricade. “Right?”
Barricade shrugged. “I only know where you are ‘cause of him,” and he jerked a thumb at ‘Bee.
“Bumblebee!” Optimus barked.
“I didn’t tell him anything!” ‘Bee yelped back, offended.
Barricade shook his head. “The watch!” he said as if that would explain everything. Which it pretty much did as Sam ducked his head to try and hide the blush.
Optimus’ dark look dropped instantly and he gave the boy a soft apologetic look. “As it is, it’s better to be safe than sorry. Which means I’m really sorry Wheeljack, but I need you to now more then ever get those modifications done. Do you think you could have a design done by the end of the week?”
“What?” Wheeljack yelped surprised. “But Ratchet and I wanted to have our service later this we- OW! Hey! Ratchet! Wait a minute!”
Ratchet just glowered at him as he continued whapping Wheeljack on the arm, hissing at him repeatedly. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Unfortunately for the medic, the damage had already been done.
“REALLY?” Both of the Lambo’s quickly pounced on poor EMT unit. “When?”
“What type of music?” Blaster got in. “Have you thought about that?”
“Are you going to do a night commitment?” Bluestreak asked.
“Oooo! Night party’s are the best!” Sides grinned.
“What about fireworks?” Sunny added.
“Yeah! Fireworks!” Sides chirped.
“What’s fireworks?” Bluestreak asked and Perceptor shrugged.
“Hey, do you think we could get away with having it at the coast?” Jazz aimed at Keller and the other humans. “A beach party would be fantastic!”
“THE BEACH!” The Lambo’s screamed.
Ironhide chuckled. “I’ll vote for that.”
“What’s a beach?” Blaster asked.
“Apparently it’s a place where the land meets the ocean that consists of mainly sand,” Perceptor explained to him.
“Why do we have to go to a beach? We already live in a desert. Don’t we have enough sand?” Bluestreak asked.
“Man, that’s not the point!” Jazz told him. “It’s the atmosphere that we want.”
“Do we now?” Ratchet growled.
Wheeljack cringed under the dark look that Ratchet was aiming his way as the twins alternately pounded his and Wheeljack’s shoulder in what could be interpreted as a way of congratulating them. Wheeljack knew that Ratchet had wanted to talk to Optimus alone about have a nice calm, quiet ceremony… Oh he was in so much trouble…
Barricade watched the sudden chaos with a small amount of glee. Now… if only he could get past the bug… He glanced over at ‘Bee who was trying to explain their version of weddings to Sam, the rangers and a few of the other humans on the catwalk. ‘Good. They’re distracted…’ He slowly began backing towards the door.
“Hey, where are you off to Barricade?”
Barricade instantly winced at Epps’ innocent question as both Sam and ‘Bee whirled around to stare at him in amazement. He stared at them for a moment weighting his options. He personally liked option A. With a quick wave, he ducked out the door and began making a rather hasty, yet still dignified retreat from the main hanger. He was kind of expecting both ‘Bee and Sam to follow him, it was the other humans that surprised him as the rangers quickly exited the building followed by Keller and his two shadows. “Go away!”
“Damn it Barricade, what do you think you’re doing?” ‘Bee snapped at him as he reached out and snagged the ‘Con’s arm, halting his escape.
“Well since it seems that Ratchet is currently occupied, I saw no reason for me to stay.”
“What?” Sam cried out. “But Barricade! If Ratchet thinks you need a check up, then you should go!”
“No!”
“BARRICADE!”
Barricade winced at the high-pitched tone that was suddenly shouted at him and he turned surprised to see Carol, Judy and worst of all Mikaela all staring at him or rather in the case of the later two, glaring at him. Hound was looking on a bit bemused as he had been the one to drive the ladies to the store and thus had only just arrived. The older scout made his way over to Bumblebee. “What I miss?”
“A lot. I’ll tell you later,” ‘Bee mumbled as he watched the smallest female human make a straight line for the cowering Decepticon.
“What’s this about you skimping out on a medical check up?” Mikaela screeched at him.
“I’m not skimping!” Barricade yelled back. “I simply don’t need one! I’m fine!” he stressed.
“And how do you know that?” Judy called out.
“She’s got you there, man,” Epps chuckled.
Barricade frowned at them. “Unlike the Autobots, all the Decepticons were required to learn the basics in field medicine. I know whether or not I’m in any immediate danger.”
Mikaela still frowned at him. “But what about the long term? I doubt you’re qualified to know that.”
Barricade just shrugged. “Well when I meet up with my team, I’ll have Groundhog do a once over.”
Bumblebee frowned at him. “Why wait for your team to get here when we already have a fully qualified medic on staff?”
“And you told me that you weren’t sure where your team was currently,” Judy frowned at him.
Sam was nodding as well. “You told me it could be a few years before they find our solar system.”
“WHAT?” Mikaela screeched. “Barricade, you should have Ratchet check you out!”
“NO!” Barricade yelped back.
Will frowned at him. “What’s wrong with having Ratchet check you out?” he asked. “I mean I know that Ratchet isn’t always the most er… sympathetic of medics-”
“Trust me, compared to the Decepticon medic, he’s a kitten,” Barricade groused sourly.
The humans all thought about this as Hound and ‘Bee exchanged looks. “Then why not just let Ratchet take a look at you?” Hound surprised the ‘Con by asking.
Barricade frowned. “Let’s just say that I’ve had some bad experiences with medics…” he snarled. Everyone just sighed at the ‘Cons stubbornness and finally let it drop. Ratchet would be after him soon enough anyway.
Keller shook his head before he looked up at Sam. “So should we give him his plate then?”
Sam shrugged. “Why not.”
Barricade looked back and forth at the boy and defense secretary. “What plate?”
Keller smiled at him. “Well since two of the Autobots are currently… er, non mobile, we have some extra ones. So I had one of them reinstated for you.”
Barricade looked down at the human sharply. “A diplomatic plate? No speed limits? No worries about other police cars questioning my presences?”
Keller chuckled. “Within reason.”
“Well it’s about time!” he grinned.
Bumblebee just groaned. “Great, like it wasn’t hard enough keeping track of him when he was just roaming around the Witwicky house while over eighty percent damaged. Now you’re basically giving him immunity to do whatever he wants fully functional?”
“What are you talking about?” Sam snickered at him. “It was your idea.”
“WHAT?” Barricade yelped. ‘Bee just shrugged at him as the ‘Con groaned. “I hate my life…” he muttered.
Hound watched the two amused as he glanced over at the hanger that was still humming with activity. “So what else happened around here?” he asked them. “Besides learning about the ‘Con’s fear of doctors?”
“Hey,” Barricade shouted offended. “If you had to undergo Hook’s medical care, you’d be leery too!”
“OUCH!”
“Oops,” Hook grinned as he wielded the Cybertronion sized tweezers. “You know, that wouldn’t have happen if you stopped struggling.”
Starscream glared at Misfire as he could feel the blunt object prod at his back for the human’s bullets that were drilled into him once again. “You are so grounded,” he growled. Misfire, who was suffering the effects of withdrawal similar to the human’s own hangovers, just groaned and nodded in acceptance.
Skywarp was snickering, as he had been the only one of the flyers who had gotten away without any damage, and began prodding at Thundercracker’s own injuries. “Oh my poor fly boy,” he chuckled as he took his own pair of tweezers and helped his mate, though a lot more gently than Hook was with Starscream.
“WILL YOU WATCH WHAT YOU’RE DOING!” Starscream yelped as the tweezers pulled some of his wiring.
Hook just chuckled and yanked out another bullet. “I’ve got about a third-”
“Left to do?” Starscream interrupted with a smile. “Thank Primus.”
Hook just chuckled evilly. “No, done. There’s still two thirds left.”
Starscream groaned as he dropped his head into his hands. “Misfire, you’re on KP duty till the end of the circuit…”
“What?” Misfire finally was able to compute what was being said. “But we don’t have any KP duties at the moment.”
“I’ll think of something,” Starscream said darkly as Hook fished out another bullet.
-To be Continued
Author's Note: Well, I had the funeral so it was only a matter of time before I wrote a wedding! ^_^ Join us tomorrow for chapter SIXTY of Cover Me: Preparation Pandemonium
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