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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s note:Well, I'm ill... slept nearly 24 hours yesterday. Again, not edited with a fine tooth comb-Please enjoy anyway.
Chapter Sixty-Two: The Last Minute Details
It was a quiet, out of the way beach that Keller had managed to commandeer for them on the afternoon of the wedding. Not too large, it was a really pretty location as the waves were a rhythmic beat as they crashed against the waves and the sun was only just beginning to set off in the distance. It was a picture perfect moment and Wheeljack hated everything about it.
There was still at least two hours to go before full on sunset and everyone was scrambling to get everything prepared as Wheeljack sat off on one of the boulders pouting. He hadn’t seen Ratchet in almost two days and if it wasn’t for the small echo down the link, he would almost have thought that Ratchet was having second thoughts. Ratchet was still at the base with Hound, Bluestreak and Perceptor getting a few last minute things prepared for their absence. Ratchet wasn’t going to arrive at the beach until an hour before the ceremony, everyone had been very adamant about keeping them apart.
Jazz and Blaster were setting up the few speakers they had managed to somehow get to the beach for the party later on, while Inferno and Ironhide were helping with the small altar and benches for everyone. Optimus was speaking with Prowl about something or other, probably about leaving the base unguarded. Well… that wasn’t entirely true. There was that crocodile.
Wheeljack sighed as he sat there, almost completely bored out of his mind. Every time he tried to help out, everyone shuffled him off to the side, insisting that he had enough on his mind to worry about getting everything ready. The only problem was, he did have a lot on his processor and no one was letting him work to take his mind off of things. ‘Primus, I’m going insane,’ he thought as he watched everyone working.
Even the humans were busy, getting their own preparations completed as the two male caretaker units started a fire. Red Alert and Inferno had instantly rushed over to the group when they saw the flames but Judy had yelled at them and everything was quickly explained. Apparently humans had to cook their food, not unlike turning stable Energon cubes into a liquid for their own systems to digest it. Wheeljack sighed again when suddenly a shadow appeared next to him. Glancing upwards, he froze in surprise at who he saw standing there.
Barricade smirked as he wandered over to another of the boulders and sat down. “Quietly going insane?” the ‘Con asked him. “Yeah, I’m bored too. You Autobots are really dull, always agreeing with one another.” There was a sudden shout and Sides and Sunny were quickly scampering away from the altar, snickering and giggling madly as Prowl glared at their retreating forms. “Then again…” Barricade trailed off.
Wheeljack frowned at him but before he could say anything Bumblebee suddenly appeared with the Sam seated in his palm. Ever since Sam had disappeared into the human’s building, most of the first Arrivals were tiptoeing around Sam but he seemed somewhat better after he had spoken to his mother. Bumblebee glared down at the ‘Con. “Leave Wheeljack alone. The last thing he needs is you needling him today of all days.”
“But I’m bored,” Barricade stressed. “No one’s letting me do anything and I’m going out of my circuits here. ‘Sides,” he scoffed jerking a thumb at Wheeljack, “he hasn’t complained yet.”
“That’s because you haven’t allowed me to get a word in edgewise yet,” Wheeljack drawled.
Barricade waved a hand dismissively. “Anyway, he looked bored too, so I thought I’d give him some company.”
‘Bee stared down at the ‘Con disbelievingly before he turned back to Wheeljack. “Sorry about him. ‘Con’s aren’t activated with manners you know.”
“HEY!”
Sam let out a small laugh as ‘Bee smirked down at the mustang’s outraged cry. Even Wheeljack was smiling behind his faceplate as he watched the small bickering going on before him. “Thanks, I was pretty bored,” he said when Bumblebee paused to take a breath.
“See!” Barricade smiled triumphantly.
‘Bee ignored him however in favor of looking over at Wheeljack in surprise. “Why? It’s your wedding day!”
Wheeljack sighed at the human terminology but had already learned that it was a no-win situation where the First Arrivals were concerned- and apparently Barricade as well as the ‘Con spoke again. “I’m serious about you Autobots being boring! You guys didn’t even have a bachelor party or anything.”
Sam raised his eyebrow as he looked over at the ‘Con. “It would have been pretty hard to sneak you guys into a club, don’t you think?” he chuckled. “And I doubt that our strip clubs would have done anything for er…” Sam trailed off with a red flush dominating his entire face and Barricade chuckled as even Bumblebee looked a bit embarrassed.
“You still could have had a party.”
Bumblebee quickly lost his abashed look and glared at the ‘Con. “Why should we have a party to make you happy?” he demanded.
Barricade sighed, aggravated at the younger mechs dimness. “That isn’t the point Autobit.”
“‘Autobit’?” Wheeljack repeated in surprise.
“Well I can’t really call out ‘hey, stupid!’ all the time, can I? I’ll have every Autobot answering at me.”
‘Bee leaned over and whacked Barricade over the head as Sam frowned at him and the three instantly began arguing again. Wheeljack just watched the interactions amused and just a little bit grateful. They had helped him to almost forget his worries… almost.
“Well, Barricade seems to be behaving,” Epps announced as he glanced over at the small group at the edge of the beach.
Will looked over a bit surprised and shook his head as he could see that the ‘Con was once again arguing with ‘Bee while the groom was watching them like a rather bad horror film. “Do you suppose we should talk to Optimus?” he wondered.
“Nah…” Epps smirked as he set the cooler down and snagged a beer out of it. “They seem to be alright where they are.”
“Hmm…” Will murmured as he looked over at them once again before setting down in one of the folding chairs with his own beer. “Well, everyone seems happy.”
“Why wouldn’t they?” Epps smiled. “This is the first party I bet they’ve had in years.”
“Decades,” Will nodded in agreement.
“Centuries from what I heard,” Judy said as she wandered over to them. “Comfortable boys?”
Will blushed a bit as he shifted nervously at the woman’s appearance but Epps just grinned at her cheekily. “Well, we could use some chips, maybe some pretzels?”
Judy chuckled and gave him a small whap on the arm. “Behave, you. You know the food’s not till after the ceremony.”
Epps gave a disenchanted sigh. “Oh well, suppose I’ll just have to suffer with just beer for now.”
“Where did you get the beer?” Steve suddenly appeared next to Judy looking at the cans longingly.
Will smiled and reached for the cooler, handing the man a can. “How’s the charcoal looking?”
“Perfect,” Steve smiled. “We should be able to start cooking as soon as they finish.”
“Thank god. I’m starving,” Epps smiled as he finished off his beer.
“You’re always starving,” Will rolled his eyes.
Judy watched as Epps swapped out his empty can for a full one with a frown. “Don’t get too ahead of yourselves. This is only the beginning, after all.”
Epps placed his free hand over his heart. “I promise I will be good,” he smirked.
“Good,” Judy nodded.
They spoke a little while longer before Ironhide soon came over. Will instantly went quiet at the sight of the larger gunner and Judy glanced at him, a worried look on her face. “Optimus wanted to know where you wanted the podium,” Ironhide asked Judy.
“Oh, er… over by the left, so we’re not in the glare,” she replied glancing nervously at Will. Epps too was giving his captain a concerned look as the man was looking anywhere but at Ironhide.
Ironhide just nodded and headed back towards the Autobot leader as both Judy and Epps watched Will watch him leave. Steve was completely oblivious however as he finished off his beer and set it in the small garbage receptacle. “Well, I should probably head back before Carol comes after me. Thanks for the beer.”
“I should probably get back to,” Judy muttered and sent a rather pointed look at Epps.
Epps nodded and waited for the two to leave before he turned to Will. “Okay, what the hell is going on with you two?”
Will glanced over at his friend. “What are you talking about?”
“That!” Epps pointed over at Ironhide. “You two didn’t even exchange one word.”
“It’s nothing,” Will grumbled.
“Nothing my ass,” Epps instantly scoffed.
“Look, it’s nothing for you to be concerned about, alright?” Will growled as he stood and quickly wandered away.
Epps sighed as he soon caught Judy’s worried look. He just shrugged at her and Judy instantly deflated and glanced at the other ranger. Epps looked over where Will was now speaking to Keller and Ron as well and sighed. “Yeah, I’m worried about him too.”
“You guys don’t have to baby-sit me,” Ratchet growled as he snapped the lock into place on the boxcar safe.
Bluestreak and Hound glanced at one another before Hound just shrugged and turned back to the medic. “Well, this was Jazz’s idea and so…” he trailed off slightly and Bluestreak instantly picked up the conversation.
“Yeah, you know that we really can never argue with Jazz. That and Prowl always backs him up, so it kind of almost became an order because he’ll do anything to make Jazz happy. And I think this is kind of neat how the humans do this. It makes the anticipation all the more exciting. Now if only they designed parking lots that way.” Bluestreak shuddered slightly. “I swear these humans are such odd little creatures. They have all these rules and what not. I mean only going fifty-five miles an hour, but they design their cars to get up to over a hundred anyway? Why bother? I mean, unless you’re trying to get away from a Decepticon, then I can understand it but the biggest problem they have are those creatures called deer. Did you hear about the huge pile up a few days ago out by that national park? They said a deer jumping in the road caused the whole thing. I swear, why don’t they just build a fence? Or train the deer to not jump in front of traffic-”
“Well, my labs secure. How about in here?” Perceptor announced as he wandered into the main hanger, effectively interrupting Bluestreak’s chatter.
“Well, mostly everything’s locked up so I suppose we can start heading out now…” Ratchet announced as he turned and started heading for the door when Hound suddenly grabbed his arm.
“Oh no you don’t. Optimus said we weren’t to leave the base until six. We have time yet,” Hound told him.
Ratchet huffed but allowed the scout to turn him back around. “Of for crying out loud, what’s the big deal?” Ratchet demanded. “It’s just a pledge ceremony!”
“Yeah, but it’s your pledge ceremony,” Bluestreak smirked.
“That and we haven’t had one in a long time. Even the twins did theirs privately and didn’t really tell anyone. And you know how much of a commotion those two love to cause,” Perceptor added.
“Besides, everyone’s excited. You should be too,” Hound finished.
“On my last nerve is more like it,” Ratchet muttered. “I can’t take this waiting anymore! I just want it done with.”
Hound smirked. “That excited huh?”
Ratchet stared at him confused for a moment before he jerked upright. “I am not talking about that!”
“Could have fooled me…” Bluestreak snickered.
Perceptor glared at him before he turned back to Ratchet. “Of course you’re not. If everyone was planning my Pledge ceremony like this I’d go crazy too.”
“I’m not going crazy,” Ratchet argued. “Besides, it’s really nice that all of you are doing this for us. I am grateful. I really am… it’s just what the humans would call ‘nail-biting’. It’s the build up that gets to you.”
“True,” Hound nodded. There was silence for a while before he spoke again. “Should we do a final check of the buildings?” he asked.
“That sounds like a good idea,” Perceptor nodded and they began heading out of the building again.
“You know, for our home base of operations, we sure do leave it unattended a lot,” Bluestreak mumbled.
“Can’t be helped really,” Ratchet shrugged. “I mean, there are only a handful of us and the Decepticons haven’t done anything yet.”
“Speaking of Decepticons, did you get Barricade’s check up done yet or is he still avoiding you?” Hound snickered.
Bluestreak and Perceptor glanced at him curiously before they turned to the medic, confused. “Why would he be hiding from you?” Perceptor asked.
“He wasn’t,” Ratchet quickly denied. “And I did check him out earlier.”
“So that’s where you disappeared to,” Bluestreak said loudly. “Most of us were wondering where you went; especially the Lambos. Said something about taking your measurements or something? Though what exactly they needed to measure is beyond me but they were going on about some other Earth tradition or something and how you needed to be white. I thought ambulances on this planet were white anyhow. Why are you yellow?”
“I scanned a fire rescue ambulance, not a public one,” Ratchet said with a shrug as he checked one of the storehouses where most of their fuel was stored. “And the Lambos had better hope they didn’t do anything with that wedding dress tradition or I might just de-activate their shifting controllers.”
Bluestreak shuddered again as Perceptor snickered. “I don’t think that locking them in their car mode will do anything. I would think that they would be even more irritating than they are now if they were forced to stay in their alt modes.”
“No, but it may cause them to re-think things if they want back into mech mode,” Ratchet grumbled.
“When did you get this vindictive Ratchet? What happened to the motto: ‘to help your fellow mech’?” Hound asked as he tried one of the hanger doors. It was Ironhide’s hanger and it was locked up tighter than a bank vault. After the fiasco with the winch, Ironhide had insisted on making it gremlin proof though they now knew that it had actually been ‘Bee and Sam, which had surprised everyone immensely.
Ratchet chuckled. “Let’s just say it’s been a long few cycles,” he said as he snickered at the door before he turned to try the next hanger down the line.
The other three all exchanged looks behind him before the larger two glanced at the small scientist. Perceptor glared at them. “No,” he said sourly. “No more tests.”
Hound looked as if he wanted to argue it some more but a fierce glare from the red mech quickly quelled anything he had wanted to say. He turned back to Ratchet instead. “So what do you suppose the ‘Con’s are up to anyway?” he finally asked. “You’ve been the ones in contact with Starscream the most recently. What do you think he’s up to?”
“No idea,” Ratchet grumbled. “I think that Barricade has some idea but he wants to speak to Optimus about it first.”
“That’s another thing,” Perceptor spoke up. “What exactly is the situation with Barricade anyhow?”
Ratchet glanced him surprised. “What do you mean?” he asked. “Don’t tell me you guys still want us to lock him up.”
“Well he is completely functional now,” Hound told him seriously. “Since you’re so thorough at your job.”
Ratchet turned a sharp glare on him. “What’s that suppose to mean?”
Hound instantly held up a hand. “Not that I don’t blame you. You are the medic after all, but just what do you all know about him anyway?”
Ratchet sighed, becoming rather tiered at the same argument that seemed to be never ending. “I think he’s serious about wanting nothing to do with his fellow Decepticons,” he admitted.
“What?” the other three cried out.
Ratchet frowned. “Well think about it. Decepticons are known for being more concerned about their own selves then the welfare of their companions or even about the war or anything else. They look out for themselves alone and are constantly looking for what would be the best for them in terms of self-promotion and later during the war, self-survival. It’s all about what they can get out of the deal…” Ratchet trailed off as he found himself at the receiving end of three completely flabbergasted stares. “What?”
“Since when did you become the expert on Decepticons?” Perceptor asked surprised.
“Eons of observation,” Ratchet shrugged before he turned to Hound. “So how much longer do we have to hang out here?”
Hound was jerked out of his stunned stupor and quickly checked his internal clock. “Oh! It’s six fifteen, we can leave any time.”
“Thank Primus,” Ratchet murmured as he began heading back to the fence.
“Um, hey guys?” Perceptor suddenly spoke up, stopping the other three half way there. “Er… how am I supposed to get there?” The others stared at him in surprise. They had no answer.
“What?” Ironhide shouted after he listened to Ratchet over the coms. “Slag it.”
Optimus tilted his head, amused at the top kicks grumbles. “Problem?”
“I swear Optimus, you have got to make him scan another alt mode, I can’t be doing this all the time,” Ironhide grumbled.
“I’ll take that into consideration,” Optimus chuckled. “Now, whom are we speaking about?”
“Perceptor!” Ironhide shouted as if it should have been obvious.
“Ah…” Optimus snickered. “I’ll speak to him about it.”
“Please do,” Ironhide growled. “I have to head back and get him.”
“Get who?” Jazz asked as he appeared next to the gunner, Prowl right behind him. “What’s going on? What are we doing? Can I help? Does it involve music? I asked Blaster to start the music as soon as the speakers are set up but there’s some problem or another about the feedback loop and I tell ya man, that sound just doesn’t jive with me.”
Ironhide stared at the smaller mech. “You’re crazy, you know that?” he asked him.
Jazz just grinned at him. “Yeah! Crazy FUN! Come on, it’s a wedding! Smile!” and with that, Jazz proceeded to stick his pointer fingers in the corners of Ironhide’s mouth and push them upwards. “See! Isn’t that much better?”
Ironhide glared at him. “I shink I should fo,” he muttered around the two digits still pressing at his mouth. Stepping back and away from the saboteur, Ironhide quickly made his escape as Jazz followed him a small ways before being distracted by Red about something or other with the decorations.
Optimus watched as Jazz practically hopped over to the security chief before he glanced over at Prowl, surprised at Jazz’s perkiness. The commander shrugged just as baffled. “He’s been this way a few days now.”
“I beginning to wonder if everyone else had been right and there is something going on with that strange wave,” Optimus muttered as he watched Jazz and Red become entangled, literally, in a decoration war with the twins as the two groups threw streamers at one another, covering the small area in an array of bright colors.
“Well, I can only hope that whatever’s going on around here, it’s also affecting Starscream and any of the Decepticons that are with him.”
“Heads up!”
Optimus instantly ducked as Prowl turned around confused at the sudden call only to be pelted by one of the wedding balloons. Unfortunately for him, it was full of water. The commander scowled as he shook off the water while his husband fell over in peals of laughter at the sight of his damp form.
“And that’s the difference between regular and water balloons,” Barricade grinned as Sam was laughing hysterically from his free hand. He held a second one out to Wheeljack. “They’re also great for revenge.”
“I see,” Wheeljack murmured as he aimed and managed to get the snickering Jazz.
“HEY!”
“Ooo! That looks like fun!” Sunny chirped as he suddenly appeared at Barricade’s side. “Why haven’t we ever heard about this before?”
“What else can you do with balloons?” Sides asked as he took one of the few that were prepared by Wheeljack’s feet.
“Can you fill them with anything else besides water?” Sunny added as he took the balloon from his husband. “The endless possibilities…” and he let it fly and watched gleefully as it exploded on Inferno’s shoulder.
“Who threw that?” Inferno shouted turning around and glaring at the twins. Sunny threw one and managed to get him in the other shoulder before he could completely move out of the way.
“Keep those away from the speakers!” Blaster shouted frantically. “I just finished setting those up!”
“Yeah man! Keep away from the music maker!” Jazz added as he sought shelter behind one of the benches as two more were thrown his way.
Optimus sent Bumblebee a small glare but unfortunately for him, it seemed that ‘Bee was also armed and quickly tossed one at him. The balloon exploded in pastel blue latex and ice-cold water and Optimus stared at the ‘Botling in surprise. Bumblebee smirked before he quickly made his way to Optimus’ side. “We’re just trying to distract Wheeljack,” he murmured quietly. “I think he was just about to go insane.”
“Couldn’t you have found a more peaceful way of doing it though?” Optimus muttered as he watched an orange balloon sail overhead to land on Sides. It seemed that Jazz had found his own supply and quickly filled some in the ocean.
“Will you all knock that off!” Suddenly boomed out of the speakers and everyone turned surprised to find Judy standing on Blaster’s control panel. “I swear! You’re worse than children!”
“Sorry Judy,” Bumblebee and Barricade instantly called out much to everyone’s surprise. Wheeljack gave Barricade an amused look.
“What?” Barricade’s tone was instantly defensive.
“Nothing,” Wheeljack replied as he tossed the last water balloon at Sides who yelped in surprise.
Prowl wandered over, still a bit damp from his rather abrupt shower. “That was a low shot,” he growled at them.
“What was?” Bumblebee asked surprised. “We did warn you.”
Prowl just scowled. “You shouted ‘head’s up’, you should have said ‘look out’.” Barricade and the three first arrivals all burst out laughing as Prowl glared at them. “What’s so funny?”
Jazz shook his head as he threw his arms around his husband. “I’ll tell you later!” he laughed. “For now, don’t we have a wedding to attended? Ratchet’ll be here any moment.”
Everyone was instantly running around getting the last details ready before the ‘bride’ arrived. Wheeljack shook his head as he made his way to the altar. “Well it’s about time!” he announced and he waited for the rest of his life to finally begin.
To Be Continued
Author's Note: Sorry for the water balloon silliness but it was one of those things I just had to add. Well join us tomorrow for chapter Sixty Three: Wedding Bells
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