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By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: Another day, another chapter. Not much to say about this one except I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter Seventy-Eight: High Emotions
Hound and Bluestreak could only watch the others in stunned silence as the group was chatting away. Bluestreak quickly moved next to Hound and looked over at the other mech. “Should we contact Prowl?” he asked as they continued watching the other mechs apprehensively.
“Not sure yet,” Hound said quietly. “In the end, it is Optimus’ decision and if he thinks that we can trust this ‘Con…”
“A Decepticon?” Bluestreak hissed. “I can’t believe that you would think that this is a good idea!”
“I never said it was a good idea,” Hound instantly contradicted. “I’m undecided. I’m going with the age old adage of giving him the benefit of the doubt.”
Bluestreak frowned. “A human concept.”
Hound glanced down at the smaller silver mech and sighed as he patted the mech on the shoulder. “I know this is hard for you, considering your past experiences with the ‘Cons and what they did to your town.”
“You know nothing,” Bluestreak instantly growled and Hound nodded in agreement.
“You’re right. I don’t know. I wasn’t there,” Hound told him. “I can only go by my own observations and from what I’ve seen, Barricade never once threatened us or endangered us in any way in all the time he’s been at the base.”
“That’s because he was waiting for back up,” Bluestreak huffed.
“We don’t know that,” Hound argued. “And Soundwave has never done anything without Megatron’s orders, you know that. He saved ‘Bee for Primus’ sake!”
“Anyone would save ‘Bee,” Bluestreak argued. “The last youngster, no one would leave him vulnerable like that.”
Hound glanced down at the other mech. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit bitter about all this?’ he asked. “The war was technically over after Megatron died. Isn’t this what attaining peace is all about? Being able set aside our differences and learning to work together?” Hound looked back at the ‘Cons, amused to see one of the birds had landed on Soundwave’s shoulder. “The war wasn’t about eradicating the other side.”
“They seemed to think it was,” Bluestreak muttered.
Hound turned to look at Bluestreak dead on. “Are you saying that you would not feel any guilt if all the Decepticons were all killed for no reason other than simply because they were Decepticons?”
Bluestreak was quiet for a long moment before he finally heaved a sigh. “Yeah… I would…”
“Good,” a voice suddenly sounded behind them and the two mechs whirled around to see the cat-like ‘Con lounging on a large boulder behind them listening to every word they said. “I would hate to have to look over my shoulder at every turn.”
Hound just looked at Bluestreak pointedly and the smaller mech ducked his head embarrassed. “Completely understandable,” Hound spoke turning to the cat. The other mech just flicked on one optic lazily and rolled over to his other side, presenting his back to the two Autobots. Hound watched the tip of the cat’s tail twitch back and forth slowly as the cat sunned himself. “Maybe they’re right when they said that these ‘Cons aren’t that dangerous.” Bluestreak frowned at him but decided to end the exchange as he turned back to the conversation at hand about this new weapon and the dangers it posed.
“So what’s the verdict with Bumblebee?” Optimus asked as Ratchet finally steeped away from the younger ‘Bot and began putting his trans-kit back to rights.
“Well, other than the small surge in his system, physically he’s completely fine,” Ratchet announced. “I’ll want him in my med-bay… oh, excuse me, the main office, for the next few days for observation.”
Optimus sighed. “I promise, we’ll get your med-bay built.”
“Why is it that my med-bay is the last to be built?” Ratchet growled.
“Well you want it done right, don’t you?” Optimus retorted. Ratchet just frowned at him.
“So what are we going to do about this new cannon?” Ironhide demanded as he looked over at the two. “I don’t like the idea that we can just be zapped into Stasis Lock.”
“Well none of us do,” Barricade snarled. “But I don’t see what we can do about it.”
“At least not at this point in time,” Optimus sighed before he turned to Ratchet. “He good to travel?” he asked jerking a thumb in Bumblebee’s direction.
“What’s with the fuss? I feel fine!” Bumblebee insisted.
“‘Bee, let them decide that,” Sam insisted from where he was once again seated in the mech’s palm. “You may feel fine now but that doesn’t mean that you are.”
‘Bee looked as if he would like nothing better than to argue but he said nothing as Barricade wandered over and plucked Sam out of the ‘Bots grasp. “The kid’s right. You should listen to your medic,” he said as he set Sam back on the ground.
“So say’s one of, if not the, worst patient I’ve ever had,” Ratchet chuckled.
Soundwave instantly turned and just stared at Barricade. The Autobots all froze as they watched the sudden unexpected stand off. Soundwave’s smaller team all began chuckling however at this statement and seemed to be swapping bets as time wore on. Even the cat had jumped off his boulder and made his way over to watch the two larger ‘Cons just stare at one another.
Barricade may have had the stubbornness, but Soundwave had the patience and inevitably the younger ‘Con broke. “Starscream was… displeased by my refusal to obey orders,” he finally growled, much to Rumble’s and Laserbeak’s disappointment.
“I figured,” Soundwave surprised him by saying. “I’m more shocked at the fact that you had a medic that wasn’t Groundhog work on you.”
Barricade gasped, offended. “I am not that bad!” he insisted.
“Uh, ‘Cade?” Rumble spoke up. “There were claw marks on the walls of the main medical wing from the many times you had to be physically dragged down there.”
“Really?” Ratchet glanced at the ‘Con amused. “He’s always just been a bad patient? And here I thought it was because it was an Autobot medic working on him!”
“Barricade has always had an irrational fear of medics,” Buzzsaw chuckled. “Proved highly entertaining after a mission.”
“I am not that bad!” Barricade huffed. “Groundhog works on me all the time and I’ve never had a problem.”
“That’s because it’s your own team member,” Laserbeak protested. “That’s different.”
“How?” Barricade demanded.
“Just is,” Ravage surprised the ‘Con’s by speaking up. “And if you don’t mind me saying so, Optimus Prime, but I believe that we should be going before Sector Thirteen shows up with even more of those cannons.”
There was a sudden mad scramble at the cat’s words as everyone was quickly transforming and the humans quickly jumped into different cars while the small cluster of ‘Cons watched on in amusement. “How exactly did they win again?” Rumble asked as he looked over the assorted cars.
“Sam,” Barricade replied with a grin. “The Autobots didn’t win. It was Sam.”
Rumble and the animal mimics all jerked in various stages of shock as they looked over at the boy who was climbing into the Camaro. “How did that happen?” Rumble demanded as Soundwave had transformed and he turned to climb into the back.
Barricade just looked back at Sam and the Autobots. “Mostly luck,” he said softly, but everyone was too busy trying to get out of there to hear him.
The road trip back seemed to almost anticlimactic after the action-packed day that everyone had had. Sam was hunkered down in Bumblebee’s driver’s seat enjoying the quiet. Mikaela had ended up in Ratchet to discuss the different scenarios of Bumblebee’s injuries and what Frenzy could have done to bring him out of it with no tools. Ratchet had tried to ask Frenzy before but the smaller mech had just started chirping again insanely before he ran behind Rumble and refused to speak to Ratchet.
Bumblebee didn’t mind the girls’ refusal to ride with him however. He was actually glad for the quiet drive with Sam. It seemed as if it had been a long, long time since it had been just the two of them. Bumblebee only wished it was under better circumstances.
Sam didn’t say a word for the first three hours of the drive, absently rubbing his hands over the steering wheel periodically until ‘Bee could no longer stand it. “Are you sure you’re alright Sam?”
Sam jerked out of his musing. “What? Am I all right? You were the one hurt ‘Bee…”
“Well yeah,” ‘Bee admitted. “But I’m fine now.”
“But what if you weren’t!” Sam suddenly cried out, tears beginning to sting his eyes as he brought up his shirtsleeve to wipe them away. “What if Frenzy hadn’t been able to help you? What if none of us were able to help you and Ratchet didn’t arrive in time? I mean, my god ‘Bee,” he paused to sniffle and wipe at the tear tracks. “What if you had died and I stood around doing nothing!”
“But it wouldn’t be your fault!” Bumblebee insisted. “You weren’t the one who built the cannon. Hell, you weren’t the one who aimed it at me. I mean if one of us should be pissed off at themselves then it should be me.”
Sam’s soft sobbing came to a hiccupping halt. “Wh-what?” he garbled out in surprised as he looked down at the radio. “What the slag are you talking about?”
Bumblebee took his time answering and they had driven another mile before he spoke. “Damn it Sam,” Bumblebee growled. “I was given the title of your guardian. I’m supposed to keep you out of danger, not throw you headlong into it.”
“Um, I believe I volunteered to help save Frenzy,” Sam said with a huff.
“But it was my job to make sure you stayed safe!” Bumblebee suddenly gasped out. “By Primus, Sam, what if that cannon had be designed to destroy me? It would have taken you and Mikaela with me! I couldn’t bare it if that were to happen!”
“Bumblebee,” Sam growled, though fresh tears started running down, over his cheeks. “You are my guardian! You do protect me to the best of your abilities-”
“But what if that’s not enough? What if I’m not good enough to keep you safe?” ‘Bee protested.
“What?” There was a sigh and Sam narrowed his eyes at the dash. “’Bee… what are you trying to say? That you don’t want to be my guardian anymore? That I’m too much of a burden?”
“What? NO!” Bumblebee nearly screamed. “You are never a burden Sam, never think that!”
“Then what?” Sam shouted, his anguish quickly boiling over into anger. “You don’t want to be my guardian anymore, what does that tell me?”
“I never said I no longer wanted to be your guardian Sam,” ‘Bee shouted back.
“Yes you did! You said you weren’t good enough!”
“I’m not!” Bumblebee suddenly cried. “I’m not experienced enough of wise enough to keep you safe! Don’t you see that? I didn’t even see that cannon in the helicopter. Barricade was the one who saw it. If you had been with him then-”
“Don’t you even finish that sentence!” Sam interrupted. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence!”
“But it’s true!” Bumblebee shouted. “He’s done nothing but look out for you ever since that day he showed up in front of your school!”
Sam stared down at the radio. “What the hell does that mean?” he demanded.
“It means that Barricade has the sense to know what’s most important.”
Sam boggled. “WHAT?” he screamed. “I’m not that important that I have to constantly have twenty four hour guards.”
“But you are important!” Bumblebee shouted back. “I mean, you’re Primus’ own chosen!”
Sam just gaped. “WHAT?” he shouted again. “All of a sudden because I’ve spoken to Primus, I’m too good for you to hang out with or something?”
Bumblebee sighed. “No, Sam, that wasn’t what I meant.”
“Then what then?” Sam snapped. “What is it that makes you think that you can’t be around me anymore?”
“Damn it Sam,” Bumblebee groaned. “I just… I’m just afraid, okay?”
“Afraid?” Sam repeated the anger subsiding momentarily. “Afraid of what?”
“I just am, okay?” ‘Bee snapped.
“Not okay ‘Bee,” Sam snarled. “You have to talk to me! Just what are you afraid of?”
“I just…” ‘Bee trailed off and the last of Sam’s anger melted away at the lost sound of Bumblebee’s voice.
Sam reached out and calmly stroked the steering wheel. “’Bee… tell me.”
‘Bee was quiet for a long while before he finally said in a heart wrenching, broken whisper. “I’m afraid that I’ll lose you.”
Sam stared at the dash in complete uninhibited shock as he absorbed that small whispered confession. “Oh ‘Bee…” he whispered as he wrapped his hands around the wheel, his knuckles nearly white with the tight grip he held it with. “You’re not going to lose me,” he said quietly. “I’m right here. I swear I’m not going anywhere.”
“You don’t know that…” Bumblebee argued. “You can’t guarantee that. There are too many contributing factors to come to that conclusion.”
Sam couldn’t stop the small chuckle the bubbled up. “Always the walking computer.”
“Sorry…” Bumblebee seemed embarrassed.
“Don’t be,” Sam replied. “It shows you’re still a Cybertronion.” Bumblebee sighed again and Sam frowned. “I’m serious ‘Bee. I’m not going anywhere. I’m your slagging human liaison for crying out loud.”
“Just because you’re not leaving the base doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll stay with me.”
Sam thought he had imagined the whisper as he looked back down at ‘Bee. “Is this because we don’t spend time together like we used to?” Sam suddenly had a flash of insight.
“What? No. Of course not,” ‘Bee insisted but Sam suddenly had the gut feeling that he had found the source of ‘Bee’s fears.
“It is, isn’t it?” he demanded. “You think you’re losing me!”
“I’m just worried that you’ll put yourself needlessly in danger and that I won’t be there to help you, that’s all.”
“No you’re not,” Sam insisted. “You think that I’ll stop being your friend so you’re pushing me away before that can happen! That’s what this is about, isn’t it?”
“No,” Bumblebee began only to have Sam interrupt him once again.
“Tell me the truth ‘Bee. That’s the one thing about our friendship that I could always rely on. The fact that we never once lied to one another.” Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me you’re starting to now.”
“Never,” ‘Bee shouted. “I would never lie to you!”
Sam narrowed his eyes. “Not saying anything is the same as lying ‘Bee,” he told the mech. “What is going on in that processor of yours?”
Bumblebee said nothing as he weighted his options and tried to figure out the best way to phrase how he was feeling. “You’re our liaison,” ‘Bee began slowly. “I know that if our presence was ever revealed to the rest of your planet, you’ll not only be extremely busy, but you’ll constantly be in danger from nut jobs like Starscream and Dr. Burgen.” Sam said nothing at this though he clearly wanted to as his eyes narrowed sharply. Bumblebee waited a few moments before continuing on. “I’m just afraid that I’m not strong enough to help you. I mean, hell… I’m technically a ‘teenager’ myself! I’m not strong enough-”
“You were strong enough in Mission,” Sam couldn’t stop himself from pointing out.
Bumblebee let out a disdainful snort. “Yeah, some help I was. Lost my legs in the first five fucking minutes.”
“That was not your doing,” Sam snarled.
“But it happened,” Bumblebee retorted. “Once again, I wasn’t there for you.”
“You couldn’t be there fore me,” Sam corrected. “Big difference.”
“Not to me it’s not.”
The two were quiet for a long time after that, going a whole half an hour in silence. “You’re not going to lose me,” Sam said quietly as they passed out of the Utah. “You couldn’t lose me.”
“You can’t promise that Sam,” Bumblebee sighed again.
“I can and I will,” he insisted. “I mean, you’re my best friend ‘Bee! I can’t imagine ever being without you now! You’re a vital part of my life now. You and all the other Cybertronions.”
That seemed to be the wrong thing to say however as ‘Bee suddenly clamed up once again, surprising Sam. The boy stared down at the quiet radio in puzzlement as ‘Bee suddenly went silent. “’Bee?” he said hesitantly. “What-?”
“All of us?” ‘Bee suddenly asked.
Sam blinked in surprise. “All of you what?”
“You said other ‘Cybertronions’,” Bumblebee clarified. “I suppose that means the Decepticons’ as well.”
Sam gazed down at the dash. “What?” he gasped. “What the hell ‘Bee? What’s with this attitude?” Bumblebee went silent once more and Sam nearly banged his fist against the Autobot insignia on the steering wheel in frustration. “Damn it ‘Bee! What the hell?”
“It’s like I said,” ‘Bee finally spoke. “It may be that I’m not the best choice to be your guardian anymore.”
“Damn it ‘Bee, I thought we were past this…” Sam groaned.
“Well it’s the truth,” ‘Bee snarled. “There are others far more qualified to be your guardian.”
Sam looked down at the dash. “What? You mean like Prowl?” he asked scornfully. Bumblebee didn’t say anything and Sam huffed in frustration as he banged his head against the headrest behind him. “Damn it ‘Bee, you’re not making any sense!”
“I think I’m making perfect sense,” he muttered.
“Is it you who doesn’t want to be my guardian?”
“What?” Bumblebee jerked in surprise. “I never said that!”
“Well what else am I supposed to think? You keep saying how you’re ‘not qualified’ to be my guardian, what the hell do you mean?”
“I’m just telling you how I feel,” Bumblebee snarled. “That maybe you would be better under someone else’s care… that you may want someone else to be your guardian instead of me.”
Sam turned to stare at the dash in complete, stunned surprise as he heard the small whispered statement. “What?” Sam growled out between clenched teeth.
“What?” ‘Bee repeated back at him, genuinely confused at Sam’s sudden ridged posture and cool, even voice. Clearly, ‘Bee didn’t realize that he had said that part out loud.
“What do you mean I want someone else as my guardian?”
Bumblebee gasped in surprise before he sobered. “I didn’t mean it like that…”
“Then what did you mean?” Sam snarled. “Just what the hell do you think it is I want?”
Bumblebee was clearly hesitant about saying anything when he finally sighed. “It’s just that…” he began hesitantly. “I mean, ever since that day when we went to greet Red and you showed up at the base with the ‘Con’s request… I just… I don’t know. It feels like we’ve been drifting apart almost.”
Sam stared at the radio wide-eyed. “Barricade?” he yelped in shock. “Wait! This is about Barricade?”
“Well, not directly but…”
“No wait, I think it is!” Sam gasped as his mind quickly went back over everything. “You… you think I prefer him over you?”
“No!” ‘Bee shouted.
“I don’t believe it,” Sam gasped as he slumped down in his seat. “You’re actually jealous!”
“I am not!” Bumblebee insisted quickly. Too quickly.
Sam eyes widened in shock. “You are! You really are!”
“I am not jealous!”
“Oh really?” Sam responded with a frown. “Then why do you think that I prefer his company to yours? You spend almost just as much time with him as I do!”
“I may have learned to since trust Barricade and we may be cordial to one another but that doesn’t mean you don’t prefer his company to mine.”
“WHAT?” Sam bellowed. “You can’t honestly believe that, can you?”
“Well, you fought pretty hard for him when he first arrived.”
“Damn it ‘Bee! He was in danger! He’s still in danger!” Sam insisted. “I would do the same for anyone in his position.”
“And yet it is him whom you are always with.”
“Because he needs a friend!” Sam insisted. “The other Autobots ignore him or are constantly giving him the cold shoulder and Barricade is left with nothing to do but sit in that hanger! It’s almost like he’s still back in our garage back home!”
“And I do feel bad for that. No mech deserves that treatment but what else could we do? After Prowl shot him, Optimus came to me and warned me to ensure that Barricade was never alone with any of the others.”
Sam turned to the radio shocked. “What?”
“Optimus came and spoke to us after it was certain that Prowl was all right and had just locked himself in the hanger the day he found out about Jazz’s death,” Bumblebee explained. “Barricade ensured him that he would stay in the hanger and not encounter the others without me.”
Sam just boggled. “So you’re just friends with him out of duty?”
“NO!” ‘Bee practically roared his denial. “No…” he said a bit softer after Sam sat back in the seat after he had reared back in shock. Bumblebee sigh. “I do think of Barricade as a friend now but I’m just…”
Sam looked down with a small smile. “Jealous,” he said again.
“I am not jealous,” Bumblebee insisted.
Sam just chuckled. “If you say so.” They drove another few miles before Sam spoke. “You don’t have to be, you know. You’re not going to lose me. Not if I can help it.”
“You can’t promise that,” Bumblebee insisted again but by Primus, it felt good to hear Sam say that. Sam just smiled as he finally reclined the seat somewhat and leaned back, hiding his closed eyes as he settled down for the rest of the long drive. ‘Bee switched on the soft air and became content with monitoring his human charge sleep.
Barricade switched off the audio receiver for the watch attached to Sam’s wrist as he followed behind the small group of Autobots. He had much to think about it and only six more hours to do it in.
- To Be Conitnued
Author's note: Well there you go. I hope I didn't throw to many people with the way this took a left turn so rapidly. Please join us tomorrow for chapter 79: Rational Thinking
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