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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s note: I'm late for work! Sorry! This is a post and run! Please enjoy!
Chapter Sixty-Five: Buried Treasure
Sam sighed as he rolled over and squinted at the bright sunlight shining through the windows. He was completely exhausted. The party didn’t even break until well after dawn and the humans had never been so grateful that they didn’t have to stay awake to drive back to the base. Steve had actually hugged Optimus’ leg when he learned he didn’t have to drive back. “I don’t know how you guys do it,” he muttered to Ron and Judy as they all headed to the barracks for some much-needed rest early that morning, or as he looked at his watch, yesterday morning.
“What the hell?” Sam cried out as he stared at the date in complete disbelief. Had Sam really slept through an entire day?
“Well, good morning sleepy head,” ‘Bee smirked as he looked over Sam’s small loft room. “We thought you might never get up.”
“Oh man…” Sam groaned as he rolled over and brought his pillow over his head. “Is there any way for me to just stay asleep for the rest of my life?” he groaned, refusing to get out of the soft comfort of his warm blankets.
Bumblebee tisked as he reached forward and hooked one finger under the blanket and pulled it back. Sam yelped as the chilled winter morning air hit him. He had a small heater, but it was still freezing in the hanger. Bumblebee frowned and disappeared. Sam groaned as he flopped back onto the mattress and pulled the covers over him once again as he heard the main doors being shut.
“What are you doing? Its daylight,” he could Barricade asking the younger mech.
“Sam’s cold,” was all ‘Bee said. Barricade didn’t reply but Sam suddenly had that nagging feeling down his spine that he inexplicably knew meant that they were having a completely silent conversation about him.
“It’s winter!” Sam called out as he rolled over. “What do you expect?” He promptly put his pillow over his head again when it was suddenly yanked off of him once more and Sam looked up to glare at the red optics staring down at him.
“Your mother was in earlier,” Barricade said calmly as he dropped the pillow on Sam’s desk. “You should probably go eat something, she also mentioned a shower.”
Sam frowned as he ran a hand through his hair, frowning at the greasy feel his hand came away with. “True,” he muttered as he sighed and dropped back down again.
The two Cybertronions looked at him for a while until they suddenly heard the small sound of snoring emanating from the bed once again. “Should I fetch a bucket of water from the moat?” Barricade chuckled as he looked down at the tiny human.
“That may be the best thing,” Bumblebee chuckled as he looked down at his small human friend.
Barricade shook his head as he made his way back to his corner of the hanger. “Well, he seems to be in a better mood, that’s for sure.”
“Thank Primus,” ‘Bee sighed as he looked down at the human. “Sam? Hey Sam.”
“Oh let him sleep,” Barricade said as he picked up another filched data pad. “Judy will be back sooner or later and humans require their sleep almost as much as they need food and water.”
‘Bee glanced down at the human once more before he finally nodded and moved away from the small shelf that was Sam’s room. “Well, we now know he’s alive, at least.”
Barricade chuckled as he moved the stylist pen around the pad. “True. Speaking of- has anyone heard from Ratchet or Wheeljack lately?”
‘Bee shook his head as an amused grin graced his features. “No, not since they disappeared in the middle of the party,” he chuckled.
“Well can you blame them?” Barricade snickered. “Hopefully you Autobots can keep yourselves fully functional until they finally come out of their hanger.” Bumblebee let out a small snort and Barricade was instantly on the alert. “Don’t tell me…”
“Apparently Sunny and Sides got into it again this morning,” Bumblebee confirmed with a sigh. “Sunny said that Sides wasn’t giving him his space or something like that.”
“Space?” Barricade mocked. “We live on a slagging military base in the middle of a desert, how much room does that Lambo need?”
Bumblebee shrugged. “A lot of it apparently.”
Barricade shook his head as he went back to his data pad and the small file shown there. He had been amazed to learn that most of the humans movies were originally taken from something called novels and he had to say, while the novels definitely had more going for them plot wise, they unfortunately didn’t come with their own soundtrack. “So what happened to him?”
Bumblebee was jerked out of his own musing as he started playing with Barricade’s hijacked converted PSP. “With who?”
Barricade looked up from his book. “With Sideswipe, who do you think I’m asking about? ‘Hide?”
“Oh,” Bumblebee quickly got back to the conversation. “Oh, his left arm isn’t rotating as it should and he can barely lift the thing. Funny thing is, after he was damaged Sunny was instantly apologetic and has been pampering him ever since.”
Barricade shook his head as he went back to his reading. “I don’t know if I should be envious of him or just plain sorry for him.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” ‘Bee nodded as he started up a new game as he had apparently missed gathering an important item in earlier levels and couldn’t move on without it.
The hanger was peacefully quiet as it had been for the past day and a half. Barricade was reading, ‘Bee was trying rigorously to beat Barricade’s high score and Sam was snoozing away. All in all, it was a rather calm scene and that was how it still was when Optimus stepped into the hanger an hour later.
“What’s going on in here?” Optimus asked as he looked at the two mechs situated in the hanger.
“What do you mean?” Bumblebee asked, never once looking up from his game. Barricade didn’t even bother to grace Optimus with an acknowledgment of his presence, his focus still situated squarely on the book he was reading.
Optimus stared at the two in disbelief. To think that these were the youngest mechs on the entire base. “What do I mean?” Optimus repeated surprised. “I mean take a look! It’s a beautiful day! You two should be outside! There’s target practice, Jazz just challenged Bluestreak to a race, there’s the base to be refortified.”
The last words were gritted out with some force and ‘Bee looked up from his game surprised and just a bit sheepish. “Aw man, I’m sorry Optimus,” he said as he set the game aside. “It’s just that we’re so used to loafing around the garage that I guess we kind of got into the habit of it.”
Optimus frowned. “I see…”
Bumblebee shifted slightly and finally stood, feeling somehow wrong to be sitting while Optimus was just standing there… looking at him. He coughed. “Um, did you need help with anything or…?”
“Actually, yes. Remember that pipe the twins damaged when they were filling up that moat?”
“Yeah? What about it?”
“Well, before he left, Keller helped us get a replacement piece. We’re going to swap it out today.”
“I’m surprised anything is getting done with your master engineer and medical officer sequestered away as they are,” Barricade suddenly spoke up from his corner.
Optimus turned to him with a small frown. “You know, you can volunteer to help.”
Barricade’s head came up at that one. “What?”
“You know,” Optimus grinned slyly at him. “Start helping out with the work around here, showing the others that you’re not such a bad mech…”
Barricade stared at him. “But I am a bad mech,” he told him seriously. “I’m pretty sure it’s right there in the dictionary next to ‘Decepticon’.”
Optimus frowned at him. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.” Barricade scowled. “Oh come on,” Optimus persisted. “How can anyone start to trust you if you’re constantly squirreled away in here?”
“He does have a point you know.”
Barricade turned his glare to Bumblebee. “You Autobots are strange creatures…” he stated with a sigh as he set aside his electronic reader. “Only you would encourage someone like me to go out and make friends.”
“Well there is that…” Optimus trailed off as Ironhide suddenly appeared in the doorway.
“Is he going to help us out or not?” Ironhide asked as he looked over at the seated ‘Con. “It’s going to take most of us to move that pipeline.”
“Damn it, Ironhide!”
“AH HA!” Barricade crowed. “So the truth comes out! You just need me to help you move that new pipe!”
“Well duh. It’s not for your sparkly personality, that’s for sure.”
“Ironhide,” Optimus turned to his gunner. “Get out.”
“What?” Ironhide cried out surprised.
Bumblebee was shaking his head in disbelief as Optimus just glowered. “OUT!”
“Alright, alright. I can take a hint, I’m going…”
Optimus sighed as he turned back to find Barricade staring at him smugly. “So just how badly do you need my help?” Barricade smirked at him.
Optimus sighed. “Straight up? With Sides out and Sunny fussing over him, we’re down two mechs right there. Then with Ratchet and Wheeljack that’s two more…”
Barricade cocked his head and stared at the Autobot leader. “Uh huh… What’s it worth to you?”
Optimus glared. “How ‘bout I keep protesting that brig everyone’s still asking me about and when I’m finally going to get that built?”
Bumblebee gasped in surprise as he whirled around. “Optimus, you don’t mean that!”
Barricade knew full well that the Autobot leader was not bluffing however and he gave a small clap of applause. “Well played Prime,” he said as he stood; “however you over looked one minor detail.”
“Oh? And what’s that?” Optimus asked with feigned interest.
“Sam,” Barricade replied as he jerked his head in the direction of the boy’s platform. “You were the one who said he shouldn’t be left alone, after all.”
“So I did…”
Barricade frowned as Optimus just continued to grin when suddenly the small human door opened and Miles and Mikaela entered. “Is he up yet?” Mikaela demanded.
“Apparently not yet,” Optimus told her as he glanced over at the still snoring boy. He looked back at the girl with a large smile. “He’s all yours,” he told her before he turned to Barricade and Bumblebee once again. “Ten minutes you two.”
Barricade scowled but ‘Bee nodded diligently as he quickly began cleaning up a bit. Optimus gave Barricade a bright smile as he turned and quickly headed out the door, closing it behind him. “Manipulative Prime unit,” he grumbled as he marked his place on the small screen and shut it down.
“That’s why he’s the boss,” ‘Bee chuckled as he turned back to Mikaela and Miles. “He woke up a bit earlier but fell asleep almost directly afterward.”
“Then he most definitely should be up,” Mikaela huffed as she turned and headed straight for the stairs. “Hey Miles, help me with this!” she called as they reached the platform and she took a hold of one corner of the mattress.
Miles snickered as he instantly saw what the girl was up too and took the corner at the head of the bed. “On three?” he asked her.
“On three,” she confirmed. “One. Two.”
Sam yelped as the one side of his mattress was promptly lifted up, effectively dumping him off of it. “What the hell? What happened? Is it an attack?” Sam demanded as he bounced to his feet, his hand reaching for the baseball bat next to his bed that wasn’t there.
“Yeah, of the lay-about’s,” Mikaela frowned down at him. “It’s two in the afternoon, why are you still in bed?”
Sam groaned as he flopped down onto the crooked mattress. “Oh come on! It’s the weekend!” Sam groaned as he reached for his pillow.
Mikaela snatched the pillow before he could take a hold of it again and held it over her head and out of his immediate reach. “Get up,” she glared at him. “You mom wants to do a supply run and Jazz and Bluestreak have offered to take us.”
Barricade looked up in surprise from where he was setting his filched data pad in the small hidey-hole he found behind one of the small, dilapidated offices. “I thought that Jazz challenged Bluestreak to a race?”
Bumblebee just groaned. “I’ll bet that is the race,” he mumbled.
“What race?” Miles asked as he glanced over at the two mechs. “There’s going to be a race?”
“Oh, nothing for you to worry about I’m sure,” Barricade snickered.
“Why would I be worried?” Miles asked surprised. “I think that would be neat to watch.”
“Or be in,” Barricade muttered under his breath.
“Barricade,” Bumblebee hissed.
“What?”
Mikaela ignored the two mechs as she just glared at Sam. “Will you get up already?”
“Alright, I’m up!” Sam muttered as he headed to the small dresser. Gathering some clothing he turned to stare at Mikaela. “Do you mind?” he asked holding up the clothes.
Mikaela shrugged. “Nope,” she said as she plopped down on the desk chair. She frowned at the second pillow resting on the shiny wooden surface. “Sam, you’re weird.”
“I didn’t put that there,” Sam frowned as he sighed and slipped behind the small changing screen his mother had found on one of her many antique shop visits.
Mikaela just shook her head as Miles flopped down on the crooked mattress. “So what’s up with you two?” he asked looking over at the mechs.
“Apparently we’re needed to help move the new pipeline,” ‘Bee told him with a shrug.
There was a rather disdained “hah!” from Barricade and ‘Bee sent the mech a small glare. “What? There’s how many Autobots here? Fifteen? And they still need my help?”
“Well, the twins, the newlyweds, and now if Jazz and Bluestreak are taking the humans…”
Barricade gave ‘Bee a rather sour stare. “Yes, thank you for the update.”
“I’m just saying,” ‘Bee shrugged.
“Please tell me you will behave,” Sam said as he stepped around the screen fully dressed and frowned at the Decepticon.
“What?” Barricade glanced at the smaller humans. “I’m always on my best behavior.”
Sam just raised an eyebrow and stared at him. “Just try and not drop that pipe on anyone’s foot… you know… accidentally.”
Barricade smirked and ‘Bee shoved him slightly. “Don’t worry. I’ll watch him.”
Sam nodded as he tried to smother a yawn. “Good. Let me run to the washroom first and we’ll go meet Mom.”
Mikaela and Miles followed him down the stairs and waved to Jazz as the mech wandered in. “Hey guys! Ready to go?” Jazz asked them.
“Just give us a few moments and we’ll be ready to go!” Sam called up to him as they went out the door.
Jazz just nodded as he glanced over at the other two mechs in the building. “Did Optimus talk ta ya yet?” he asked them.
“Yeah. We’re heading out now,” ‘Bee told him.
“I hate my life,” Barricade grumbled.
“Aw, it’ll be fun!” Jazz grinned at him. Barricade just gave him a long-suffering look.
“Yo ‘Con! You coming or what?” Ironhide’s voice echoed from the courtyard.
“Really, really hate my life,” Barricade continued.
“Oh come on. How long can it take to move a pipe?” Bumblebee asked him as they left the hanger.
Barricade just frowned at him and pointed at where the rather large pipe was laying down on the ground by the moat that was waist high on their own large forms. “Oh I don’t know. An hour or so?”
Bumblebee just sighed as they made their way over to where the other few Autobots were standing listening to Optimus. “Okay, so we’ve got the valve shut down thanks to Will and Epps.” The two rangers waved from where they were seated on the pipe. “So all we have to do is swap out the old one for the new pipe.”
“Boring.” All the Autobots turned to stare at Barricade. “What?”
“What is he doing here?” Inferno demanded jerking a thumb towards the ‘Con.
“He’s here to help move the pipe,” Optimus said quickly. “Now first we have to disconnect the old pipe and get it out of the ground. So if Perceptor wouldn’t mind, could you get the far side while I disconnect this one…”
“Wait a minute!” Prowl frowned as he watched Optimus began un-tightening some bolts. “What do you mean he’s here to help?”
“Just what it sounds like,” Optimus told his second as he passed the wrench to Perceptor on the other side that was studiously ignoring the arguing around him. “I figured it was time he started earning his keep.”
“I knew that ‘making friends’ was total bull.” Bumblebee gave the ‘Con another small shove but Barricade remained firm. “Hey, if you don’t want my help, just say the word.”
“No, we appreciate any help you can give us,” Optimus insisted as he looked over at the other Autobots sternly as he climbed out of the hole.
There were a few mumbles but Ironhide was nodding in agreement with Optimus. “Why shouldn’t we put the ‘Con to work?” he demanded.
Red Alert frowned at him but after a moment, Inferno and Hound were also nodding in agreement. “Well, when you put it that way…” Inferno shrugged.
“What am I? A worker-mech?” Barricade grumbled.
“Oh quit your griping and grab the other end,” Ironhide smirked as he jumped down into the hole dug out around the busted pipe.
Barricade sighed dramatically as he wandered over to the edge and looked down. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”
“Oh shut up and lift,” Ironhide muttered as Inferno climbed down and helped him shift the pipe out of the small grove it had been wedged into.
Barricade sighed as he jumped down and wandered over to the other end. He glanced up at the Autobots who were all standing at the edge of the hole watching him intently. “Yo Autobit, you helping out or what?”
All the Autobots now swiveled their gazes to Bumblebee and Ironhide looked up from over the pipe. “He does have a point,” he chuckled. “You coming in or what?”
Bumblebee scowled as he jumped down into the hole. “Thanks a lot,” he grumbled.
Barricade just grinned. “Any time.”
Optimus moved to the center of the pipe on one side with Prowl while Hound and Blaster went around to the other. “On the count of three then?”
“Why not one? Why does it always have to be three?” Barricade mumbled.
“One. Two. Three!”
With a giant heave, the eight mechs managed to lift the pipe upwards and with a complete precision, tossed the thing out of the hole. Perceptor and Red quickly scuttled out of the way as the pipe landed with a loud clang. “There, now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Ironhide grinned madly as he clambered out of the hole.
“Now all we have to do is get the new pipe down here,” Inferno muttered as he allowed his husband to help pull him out of the hole.
“Well it shouldn’t be as bad…” Optimus said as he wandered over to the new pipe.
Bumblebee had turned to also leave the hole when Barricade suddenly grabbed his arm. With a small frown, ‘Bee turned to the ‘Con confused. “What? What is it?” he asked as he saw the look of surprise on Barricade’s face.
Barricade just pointed to the ground where the pipe had once been. “Do you see what I see?” he demanded.
Puzzled, ‘Bee glanced down at the ground and immediately zeroed in on what it was that had startled the other mech. There was something shining in the sun under the loose dirt. “What in the world?” ‘Bee muttered as he wandered back into the hole and stared down at the piece of metal.
He glanced at ‘Cade who had a wide grin on his face. “I think things just perked up around here,” he chuckled as he knelt down and began brushing the dirt away from the rather large piece of metal.
“I think this thing is bigger than it looks,” ‘Bee muttered as he too began brushing the dirt aside.
“Clearly,” Barricade snickered. The two began digging furiously.
“Hey, you guys can play in the dirt later,” Ironhide suddenly called from the ledge. “We need to get this pipe down there.”
“Hang on a minute!” ‘Bee shouted back at him. “I think we found something!”
“What? What are you talking about?” Optimus frowned as he stepped next to Ironhide and peered down into the hole. “What the?”
All the others crowed around the hole surprised as Barricade and Bumblebee proceeded to brush dirt off of a piece of metal that amazingly appeared to be as large if not larger than the hole they were in. “What do you suppose it is?” Perceptor asked as he looked down at the thing puzzled.
“Hey Will, Epps, you know anything about this?” Optimus asked as the two humans made their own way to the hole and looked down.
“No idea,” Epps muttered as he looked over the rather large piece of metal that the two had uncovered, and they were still trying to find the edge.
“Hang on a second,” Barricade muttered as he sat back on his heels. “Yo Prime! You still have that wrench?”
Optimus frowned at him but grabbed the tool nonetheless and tossed it down at him. “What do you expect to find?” he asked.
“Well, let’s find out.” Barricade leaned down and brought the wrench down on the metal hard. A loud, hollow thud rang back at him.
Prowl frowned as he glanced over at Optimus. “I take it that isn’t supposed to happen?”
Optimus frowned as well. “No, it’s not…”
Ironhide groaned and everyone glanced at him puzzled as the top kick looked over at his leader. “Don’t tell me…”
“Yup,” Optimus sighed. “Get the shovels.”
“Aw man…”
Author's Note: Poor Ironhide. Work, work, work... Please Join me Tomorrow for chapter Sixty Six: Customer Service
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