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Author: Black Dragon Queen

Rated: M - English - Adventure/Humor - Reviews: 3835 - Published: 03-03-08 - Updated: 10-24-11

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Chapter Sixty: Preparation Pandemonium

Everyone at the base was ecstatic about the upcoming nuptials. After both Ratchet and Wheeljack confirmed that they were indeed thinking of having their ceremony sometime soon, it seemed that all of the others instantly wanted it to happen right then and there. Optimus managed to persuade them that it would at least take a day or two to set up and the others went instantly into planning. The preparations began almost immediately and everyone was working frantically. A few of the Autobots, not needing as much sleep as the humans, even worked overnight to make sure everything was ready.

Ratchet had to admit that he liked Jazz's idea about the beach and Keller was quick to clear one out for them for the next evening. The two women had instantly gone into working on the human side of the scale, getting cakes and pasties and other assortments. Ron and Steve had gone out with the rangers to get the grilling equipment after the ladies had kicked them out of the mess hall. The Autobots were also in a whirl as they ran about, building not only an altar but also their seats.

There had been a small problem when Wheeljack had freaked after both Jazz and Ironhide had arrived bright and early that morning and insisted on enforcing one of the human's traditions of not allowing him to see the "bride" until the ceremony. Wheeljack just about blew them up on purpose until Perceptor pointed out that if they were in the medical bay, not only would that make more work for Ratchet, but also possibly prolong the ceremony even longer. He didn't say anything about Wheeljack pummeling them for a while though… until Prowl walked in.

Prowl looked over the assembled group and just sighed as he reached forward and grabbed his own husband, yanking him away. He gave Wheeljack a small sympathetic look as he passed. Ironhide wasn't spared however as Wheeljack turned and began whacking him once again. Perceptor sighed and went to talk to Blaster about setting up the speakers.

The only ones not a part of the hubbub was 'Bee, 'Cade, Sam and his two friends as they hid in the back hanger. "I swear, if I have to clean one more potato, one more cob of corn, I'm going to go bonkers," Sam moaned as he flopped on his bed that now perched on a rather out of the way platform connected to the catwalk. Miles and Mikaela both groaned in agreement as they lounged around by Sam's desk.

'Bee chuckled as he watched the three teenagers loaf about after running back and forth doing errands for both the mothers. "How are the ladies doing?" he asked. "Have they let the men back into the kitchen yet?" Sam just groaned and rolled over, burring his head under his pillow.

"Well at least my Mom is finally managing to settle down," Miles said relieved. It had been a bit of a challenge for Carol. While Judy was completely at ease in the base, Carol had been apprehensive at first. Now however, she was slowly becoming use to life at the base and was excited by the idea of catering a wedding, even if the main portion of the wedding party couldn't eat the food they prepared. Mojo soon trumped up the stairs and jumped onto the bed, trying to reach Sam's face to lick him. Sam groaned and gently pushed the dog aside.

"At least you didn't have to help with buying the decorations," Mikaela huffed. "The streamers, the balloons, and the extra large ones at that!"

"What do you mean? What big balloons?" Miles asked as he glanced over at the girl.

"You know those balloons you see when those car lots have sales?" she arched an eyebrow. Both boys stared at her in disbelief. "And then there were the streamers! I swear, I think your mother bought out the whole store!" Mikaela groaned.

"She probably did," Sam reply was somewhat muffled by the pillow as he dropped back onto it face. "She had the Autobots' credit card."

"They have their own credit card?" Miles asked surprised.

"They have their own bank account," Mikaela told him.

"Hell, they practically have their own bank," Sam announced as he finally sat back up. "Back pay for all the technology they reversed from Megatron."

"Ah," Miles nodded. "Our tax dollars at work."

"Oh yeah, I didn't mention that to you," Sam snapped his fingers as he turned to Miles. "It's still not official, but once you join the Autobots consultant, we basically become like their citizens. So no taxes."

"WOO HOO!"

Sam and Mikaela chucked at Miles exuberant cheer. "Why are you this excited?" Sam asked. "You don't even pay taxes now."

"But still! I mean, no taxes!" Miles snickered. "Wait until I tell my Mom!"

Mikaela giggled as she leaned back and glanced over at the two Cybertronions who were also lounging about. "So why are you two hiding?" she called over.

Barricade looked up from where he was playing with his refitted game console and shrugged. "I highly doubt that they want me helping out with the wedding."

'Bee glanced at him. "Yeah, right. You're hiding from Ratchet."

Barricade frowned at him. "And why are you hiding in here with us?" he asked pointedly. "I would think you would be in the thick of things helping out."

"Well I have to make sure you don't mess anything up, now don't I?" he snickered.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Why don't you want to help?"

Bumblebee looked over at Sam. "Lets just say that between Jazz and Blaster getting the music; Hound, Inferno and Red helping with the building of the alter and such and then Wheeljack trying his hardest to throttle Ironhide for keeping him away from Ratchet, it's a slagging nut house."

The three humans and one 'Con all laughed at this. "I take it Wheeljack is not happy with the sudden adaptation to the human wedding?" Mikaela snickered.

"None what so ever," 'Bee sighed. "And I don't even want to think about what the twins are getting up to."

Suddenly the loud banging sound of the hanger doors being forced open caught their attention and everyone jumped in surprise as a mech suddenly appeared. Without a word, the mech instantly turned to slam the door shut behind him and grabbing the large beam he shoved it up against the edge of the door, effectively wedging it closed from the outside world. The mech then whirled around, breathing heavily as he clutched a large pile of white cloth to his chest and stared at the small group with huge, bright optics.

"HIDE ME!" Ratchet panted as he looked over at 'Bee and 'Cade.

The two younger mechs both stared in astonishment at the frazzled medic that they found in their doorway. They glanced at one another before 'Bee looked back at the medic. This was definitely a first for him. He'd never been placed into a situation where he was the one who had to calm down a hysterical mech. Usually, as the medic, that was Ratchet's job, and occasionally Optimus. Ratchet's sudden appearance was a bit of a curve ball thrown at him that was for sure. "Um… are you okay?" Bumblebee finally managed to ask as he stood and made his way to the shaking medic. "Why don't you come in and sit down?"

Ratchet nodded and allowed the younger mech to maneuver him away from the door and further into the building where Barricade had cleared off a boxcar so they could set the frazzled medic down. "They're driving me insane!" Ratchet cried out fretfully. "I can't go two steps without someone jumping on me about some detail or other!"

Sam and Mikaela glanced at one another worriedly as Miles watched the yellow hummer sadly. "My cousin got married last month," he surprised everyone by speaking to the medic. "She was stressed out too with all the preparations and what not. It's apparently normal-"

"It's not normal for us!" Ratchet responded, halting Miles before he could say anything more. "We just get together, say our pledges and move on! It's the party afterwards that requires preparations, never the ceremony itself. Not this-" and Ratchet shook the white cloth he still held in order to emphasize, "this wedding stuff!"

"What happened this time?" Bumblebee asked almost hesitantly as he looked at the cloth dubiously.

Ratchet let out a small, hysterical chuckle. "Well, the latest insanity is flowers," he said as he fiddled with the pile of what could now be determined as sheets in his lap. "Everyone wants to know what kind of flowers should be used. I don't know flowers!"

Ratchet jumped as a warmed oil drum was suddenly held out in front of him and he took it gratefully. He looked up to thank the thoughtful 'Botling when he was startled to find Barricade beside him. "This is just a suggestion, but why don't you speak to Ron? I'm sure he wouldn't mind taking over the floral arrangements." Ratchet stared at him in surprise at the suggestion for a moment before he glanced over at Sam who was nodding furiously.

"That's a great idea," Sam told him. "Just leave it to my dad. I'm sure he would know what's in season and so on."

Ratchet sipped on the oil slowly as he thought about it. "That's only part of it though," he sighed, finally calming down somewhat. "Everyone just keeps changing everything around and it's driving me insane. I'm beginning to wonder if we should have it at all…" he murmured sadly. "It's nothing like I had pictured."

"You don't suppose its cold feet do you?" Mikaela whispered to Sam who shrugged and looked back down at the medic.

"If you're this upset by it, why don't you just elope?" he asked. "I mean it's you ceremony. I doubt that anyone could blame you for that."

Ratchet thought about it for a while, still fiddling with the sheets. "I did think about it, but we've always wanted this to be with our friends."

"But since everyone's taken over the preparations, its nothing like you wanted," Mikaela said understandingly. "Why don't you say anything?"

Ratchet sighed as he finished off the oil. "But everyone's so excited…"

"So what? It's your wedding. It should be how you want it." Barricade said pointedly.

"But everyone worked so hard," Ratchet muttered as he looked down at the now empty drum.

"Does it really matter?" Bumblebee suddenly asked him softly. "It shouldn't matter when or where or even how it happens, just as long as it does."

Ratchet and Barricade stared at the camaro in complete shock at the quiet words for a long moment before Barricade suddenly bellowed out, "Damn it Autobit, stop surprising me like this!"

Bumblebee quirked his head confused at the 'Cons words but Ratchet was now actually smiling. "Yeah, I suppose that's true."

"'Bee's right," Miles told him. "Like I said, my cousin was really, really frazzled but despite the small kitchen fire, in the end, she was married to the love of her life."

'Cade glanced at the small human. "Kitchen fire?"

"I suppose you're right," Ratchet smiled. "I suppose I am making too much out of this aren't I?"

"Well you're entitled to a little anxiety. It's your wedding day!" Mikaela smiled. Ratchet nodded as 'Bee handed him another warm oil drum.

"Yeah, and it's nice that all your friends want to do this for you," Sam nodded as he gave Ratchet a large grin. "Besides, look at it this way; all you have to do now is sit back, relax, and let them take care of everything."

"Now that sound's like pure bliss," Ratchet smiled as he sipped his drink. "But I'm not so sure about leaving it all to them. Who knows what they'll come up with…"

"Relax," 'Bee smiled. "I'm sure that Optimus and even Prowl will keep everyone in line."

"One can only hope," Ratchet sighed.

"By the way, what's with the sheets?" Sam asked after a short pause. "I mean, how many do you have there?"

Ratchet looked down at the sheets with a dark, vicious scowl that even had Barricade impressed. "They're every white sheet I could find," Ratchet told him. "I had to hide them from the twins."

Sam raised an eyebrow as he glanced down at the sheets dubiously. "Why? What did they want to do with them?"

Mikaela groaned and roller her eyes at the boy's total obliviousness. "Don't tell me…they wanted to make something out of 'em."

"Yes!" Ratchet cried, some of the oil sloshing out of the drum as he waved his hand about. "Something called a 'dress'."

Both Sam and Miles gawked at this announcement while Barricade let out a small sharp bark of laughter. He quickly smothered it down before Ratchet could pound him. Bumblebee actually had absolutely no reaction whatsoever as he was just as clueless as Ratchet. "What's a 'dress'?" he asked turning around to look at Sam.

"Er…" Sam muttered, glancing over at Mikaela.

The girl sighed as she turned to the two Autobots looking on intently while Barricade was still sniggering in the background. "It's a type of clothes that are predominantly worn by women. There are skirts for men called 'kilts', but the dress ensemble consist of both a top and bottom. The item itself is usually just for the ladies."

The Autobots stared at the small female for a long, long time before Bumblebee turned and whacked Barricade over the head. "Will you shut up?" he snarled at the still snickering mech.

Barricade cringed and moved back further away from the glaring 'Bot. "What? It's not my fault you didn't know what it was. Pardon me for finding it a bit humorous."

Ratchet glared at him. "Well since I'm here, why don't I give you that check up, hmm?"

Barricade stared at the medic in surprise as he instantly began backing up even further. "Er, thanks but no thanks. You seem rather busy today and all…"

"Nonsense," Ratchet smiled as he finally dropped the sheets on the boxcar and set his drink aside. "I have my trans-kit with me. It will only take a few circuits, so stop being such a sparkling."

"I can't help it!" Barricade growled. "How is it my fault that I have medical trauma in my past?"

Ratchet tilted his head. "You have got to explain this Hook character to me sometime. It sounds rather… interesting."

Barricade shuddered slightly. "I only went the once and that was enough for me. I think I left with more bruises then I went in with."

"Just the once?" Ratchet asked in disbelief.

"The once was enough!" Barricade grumbled. "After that, I demanded Shockwave assign a medic to my own team. A week later he introduced me to Groundhog."

"Groundhog?" Ratchet stood up a bit from where he was lining up his tools. "Rather tiny fellow, doesn't take crap from anyone?"

Barricade looked at Ratchet in surprise at the sudden question. "Yeah."

"I think I met him once," Ratchet mused.

"What? Really?" Sam asked surprised.

"Where?" 'Bee added just as amazed.

"At the master clinic in Tyger Pax," Ratchet said after a moments thought. "It was only the once and he was still an intern at the time. Don't think I really talked to him. We were just introduced briefly."

"Is that a fact?" Barricade mused as he slowly made his way towards the door. He seemed to hit the wall sooner than expected and turned, surprised to find out that he had actually run into Bumblebee who was glaring at him. Barricade twitched.

"Yeah, I remember him," Ratchet continued turning back to his tools. As a result, he totally missed the sight of Bumblebee pushing Barricade back into the hanger and maneuvering him back towards the center of the room. "I didn't know he completed his certificate."

"Well, I'm not so sure if he ever did or not," Barricade huffed as he sat back down, much to the amusement of the three teenagers who were watching the proceedings.

Ratchet looked as if he wanted to say more before he stopped before he got a grim look and nodded sadly. "Well, how about we check you out?" he said instead as he held up a scanner. "Shift into alt mode for a moment." Barricade just scowled and absolutely refused to move.

"Oh for the love of Primus, the sooner you do this, the sooner he'll be done," 'Bee chastised.

Barricade turned his glare towards the little yellow 'Bot before he growled and stood up. Wandering a bit away from them there was soon the familiar sound of gears crunching and a spotless, pristine saleen mustang was now in Barricade's place. "Happy?" Barricade groused.

Sam snickered at the churlish tone as he finally stood up from his bed and wandered down the catwalk slightly to get a better view. "So how is he?" He asked apprehensively as Mikaela appeared next to him.

"Are his main joists still working?" she immediately asked.

Ratchet glanced up at the two amused. "I haven't even turned the scanner on yet," he chuckled.

Sam looked instantly abashed but Mikaela said nothing as she moved further down the catwalk. "How about the joist components?" Ratchet shook his head and turned the now lit up screen towards Mikaela and soon the two were talking Cybertronion medical jargon.

Sam shook his head as the two babbled on and turned his gaze back to the now completely un-dented mustang. It was odd seeing him without the now familiar dents and scratches. Even his paint was somewhat restored. Sam had to admit that Ratchet did good work.

"Wow," Miles murmured as he soon wandered over and just stared at the mustang. Sam had to nod in agreement. He had gotten so used to Barricade's crushed form, it was almost easy to forget that he was an impressive machine all in his own right; almost as impressive as 'Bee himself. Sam glanced over at his friend and was surprised to see a rather thoughtful look on 'Bee's face.

Bumblebee looked down at the now complete Decepticon and for some inexplicable reason, suddenly felt a little depressed. It was strange. He should be ecstatic that Barricade was fixed. That meant that the 'Con would be leaving soon… that was a good thing… right?

"Hey! Watch the hands!" Barricade suddenly yelped as he felt Ratchet suddenly grab his tailpipe.

Ratchet just chuckled and made a few notes. "Okay, you can shift out of that mode-"

"Thank Primus!" Barricade was instantly back in his other form. "I've had enough of car mode for a slagging century."

"Well, Wheeljack did a good job helping with the new parts we needed. It looks like everything's holding together."

"So I'm cured?" Barricade asked archly.

Sam's breath suddenly caught in his throat as he looked back over at the medic. Cured? Did that mean that Barricade was going to leave? He kept his eyes riveted on Ratchet and never even noticed when Bumblebee aimed a similar panicked look at the medic as they waited for the verdict.

Ratchet glanced up at the Decepticon before he went back to his rapid scribbling. "Well, a few things could be watched over for a while, but I would say on the whole everything is doing fine."

"YES!" Barricade crowed pumping his fist in the air happily.

Sam could almost feel his lungs trying to cling to the remaining air in his lungs but for some reason, there didn't seem to be any there. Mikaela glanced over at Sam apprehensively as she saw his face suddenly go nearly white. Mikaela frowned. She knew that Sam felt strongly about all the Cybertronions getting along since he had basically destroyed their only hope to restore their own home planet, but this seemed something above and beyond a simple want of everyone just getting along.

'Bee didn't seem to noticed Sam's apparent internal torment as he was himself trying to understand why it was that he actually felt torn about the news. What business was it of his if Barricade took this opportunity to leave and never come back? Well it would be his business if Barricade came back leading the rest of the Decepticons, then it would be his business, most definitely.

Ratchet meanwhile watched the cheering 'Con in amusement for a moment before he frowned at him. "I wouldn't suggest any hard driving and most defiantly no crazy antics," he chastised. "Just take it easy for a while, you're not quite at a hundred percent yet."

Sam and 'Bee Both instantly tensed as they turned to Barricade to hear what he had to say about the diagnosis. "Thank Primus!" Barricade announced in relief. "Ratchet, no offense but if I never have to see you again I would be eternally grateful."

Ratchet shook his head amused as he finished up his few notes. "You're welcome, I think," he chuckled.

"So does this mean you're going to be leaving soon?" Miles asked innocently. Sam instantly tensed once again and Mikaela sent a dark glare over his head at the other boy. Miles caught the look and returned one of confusion.

Barricade glanced over at 'Bee and was surprised to see a blank face that could rival Soundwave gracing the 'Bots features. He looked over at Sam and sighed as he shook his head. "I still need to speak to Optimus… privately. Though," and he glanced back over at Ratchet. "I'm not sure that now would be such a good time with the upcoming ceremony."

Ratchet nodded understandingly as he began to pack up. "So you'll be staying for a while I take it?"

Barricade nodded. "For the time being."

Sam nearly felt his knees buckle as he slumped forward against the guardrail, unexplainably relived at hearing the 'Con affirmation that he was staying. He could feel Mikaela take his elbow and glanced back over at the girl surprised to see the happy, yet at the same time worried expression. "You're taking all this way too personally," she whispered.

Sam frowned at her and shook his head. "I'm their delegate. I'm supposed to represent all the Cybertronions."

She frowned at him. "Still…"

"I know," Sam finally sighed. "I can't make sense of it either."

Mikaela pursed her lips but didn't say anything more as she glanced over at Bumblebee to see how he was taking the news. The rather confused look on the Autobot's face was definitely not reassuring. Mikaela's frown deepened. She held mixed feelings about the 'Con's announcement. While she did like him as a person, or rather mech, he was still not an Autobot… and the last thing she wanted was to see her friends getting hurt by him if, or rather, when he finally did leave.

That had been the one thing about Sam that had driven her a little bit crazy; he tended to put his whole heart and soul into his decisions. If Barricade broke the trust that Sam had placed in him, and in turn help create for him with the Autobots such as Bumblebee… Mikaela just sighed, tired of trying to puzzle out what may happen sometime in the future.

"You know you never did tell us why Starscream attacked you to begin with. I mean, just what did you do to set him off?" Ratchet asked as he glanced at the mustang, bringing mostly everyone's attention back to the conversation.

Barricade and Bumblebee instantly shared a worried look that the humans completely missed, but the well-trained medical optic saw clear as day. Ratchet frowned at the two as Barricade turned back to the humans. "I think it would be best if I spoke to Optimus first," Barricade said at last.

Ratchet tilted his head but shrugged in acceptance. "Whatever you think is best."

Barricade nodded and 'Bee was quick to back him up. "Its best if he sits down with Optimus and figures out what the next step should be before we start telling the others."

"Yes, they tend to jump the gun, don't they?" Ratchet chuckled as he pushed the sheets aside and once again sat down on the boxcar and reclaimed his cooling drink.

Bumblebee stared at the reclining mech a bit surprised. "Um. So thanks for making a house call, I'm sure you have a ton of things to do today."

Ratchet glanced at the younger mech and shook his head. "I am not going back out there anytime soon," he growled. "Right before I came in here I saw Bluestreak and Inferno trying to rig something for the fireworks."

Barricade chuckled as he once again claimed his small game console and instantly began trying to immerse himself in its monotony. "Poor baby," he sniggered.

'Bee shook his head as he glanced at the 'Con. "I would be more worried if I were you," he said with a bit of a tease in his voice. "For all we know, they could be filling those with 'Con seeking missiles."

Barricade glanced up at him in surprise. "Why would they do that?" he asked archly. "Wouldn't that just damage the base?"

"Considering that you'll be on the beach with us, probably not," Ratchet smirked.

"I'm going?" Barricade cried out as he sat straight up in shock. "No offense, but why should I go?"

"Well, I doubt that anyone will want to stay behind as your guard for one," Ratchet chuckled.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm going," 'Bee frowned at him as the 'Con instantly turned to look at him.

"For another," Ratchet continued as he sipped his cooled oil, "we wouldn't want you running around here all by your lonesome. Who knows what mischief you could get into?" Barricade frowned at him but Ratchet just snickered some more as he polished off his drink.

The humans chuckled at this as Sam was beginning to feel a bit better. He looked over at Ratchet with a smile. "So you never told us if you were excited about the ceremony," he asked with a smile.

Ratchet shrugged. "I've been too anxious really to think about it," he said honestly. "I guess it just hasn't really sunk in yet."

"Hey I have a question," Miles spoke up as he looked at Ratchet. "Just how do you guys have kids anyway?"

"Yeah, I was wondering that myself," Mikaela added as she looked over at the medic. "We never really covered that in my lessons."

Ratchet glanced over at Bumblebee and Barricade was surprised at the rather horrified look the Autobot's were sharing. "You mean you haven't told him yet?"

Both Autobots glared at the Decepticon but now all three humans were completely aware of the sudden tenseness. "Guys…" Mikaela looked over at the two yellow mechs. "What's going on?"

Sam looked rather confused as he glanced over at 'Bee. "What is it?" he asked as he took in the worried look on the 'Bot's face. "Is it because of our planet or something?" he asked apprehensively. "Maybe something to do with our gravity?" Mikaela glanced over at Sam surprised by the questions but she could already feel the small lump of dread that suddenly settled in the pit of her stomach.

'Bee took a small step forward. "Sam…"

"What is it?" Sam demanded as he looked at each of the three mechs. "You guys do have kids, don't you? Sparklings…"

"Sam you have to understand," Ratchet began softly. "We're robotic organisms. We don't reproduce as your species would."

Sam turned his attention to the Autobot medic. "What are you trying to say?"

Ratchet and Bumblebee glanced at one another apprehensively before 'Bee suddenly took a deep breath and turned to his friend. "Sam… I don't think you completely understood when we told you that the All Spark was what brought life to Cybertron."

Sam stared at the mech blankly, trying to convince himself that he was misunderstanding 'Bee's words as Mikaela felt that lump almost turn into a mountain. "Oh no…" she murmured as she glanced over at Sam.

"So it was the All Spark that made you," he said slowly. "Not just kept the planet from dying but also kept you from dying off as well."

"Sam…" 'Bee began, taking a step forward.

"So you're saying that since I destroyed the All Spark, I basically condemned you to extinction."

"Sam… It was something we were willing to risk," Ratchet explained gently. "And that piece that Optimus retrieved is not large enough to do anything really."

"Ratchet, you're not helping," Barricade actually snapped at the medic.

'Bee didn't even look at the others in the hanger, his attention riveted to Sam's shaking form. "Sam… we know that you felt bad about it but it was something that you had to do. It was necessary to stop Megatron and- SAM!"

Mikaela and Miles both jumped to the side as Sam suddenly whirled and thundered down the stairs, headed for the smaller human door. He knew that the three Cybertronions would have to take a moment to unbar the larger door and that gave him a bit of a head start as he quickly darted around and sometimes under the few Autobots roaming the courtyard.

Optimus called out to him as he saw the boy speed by but Sam didn't hear him, didn't see him as he could already feel the tears begin to prickle behind his eyelids. He didn't stop, even when 'Bee himself called out to him. He just ran straight to the smaller human quarters and darted into the building, pushing past Will at one point and effectively dodging the older man's grab at him to try and find out what was wrong.

He didn't go to his own empty room, striped down to the bare walls, and instead went straight for his parent's still empty room, slamming the door shut and twisting the lock. Throwing himself down on the bed, he grabbed one of the pillows his mother had brought from home and buried his face in it as the tears finally spilled down his cheeks. 'God,' he thought despondently as heavy sobs wracked his chest. 'What else of theirs did I destroy when I obliterated that cube?'

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