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By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: Well here you go, not edited with a fine tooth comb but I tried! ^^;. Please enjoy!
Chapter Eighty-Three: Mass Hysteria
Soundwave watched vaguely amused as all of the Autobots seemed to just converge to where he and his team were standing at the same time. Barricade had instantly stepped beside him to offer either support or back up, Soundwave wasn't sure which, but the most surprising thing had been that the Autobot had come up on his other side, taking the second flanking position. As if that wasn't interesting enough, he was actually scowling at his friends. Curious considering the information in the young Autobot's file the Decepticons had on him claimed he was a suck up and a goody-goody. Soundwave took the opportunity to glance over at Barricade but his long time friend showed no hint as to what was going on in that processor of his. A quick glance down showed that Ravage and the condors were also staring at Bumblebee in rather stunned silence but Frenzy was just grinning madly as he stood in front of the Autobot.
"They don't look to happy," Sam sighed and his two companions could only nodded as Prowl stormed over to them.
It happened almost too quickly for Sam to follow but one second, Prowl had whipped out his gun and aimed at Soundwave, the next it was in Jazz's hands and Prowl was on the ground. Jazz was scowling down at his husband as he quickly powered down the gun and yanked out the power cell. "Prowl, babe- we have got to work on your temper," Jazz sighed as he dropped the useless gun to the ground. Sam just stared at Jazz surprised as the silver mech grinned at him. "Well I am a lieutenant," Jazz snickered.
"Jazz was always best at hand to hand," Bumblebee told him while Sam continued to stare.
"What the slag Jazz?" Wheeljack bellowed as he stormed over. "What the hell is he doing here?"
"Um... breathing?" Barricade offered with a shrug.
Wheeljack turned to glare at the grinning 'Con. "That's not what I meant."
"Bumblebee, I want an explanation," Prowl snarled as he finally climbed to his feet. "Why have you brought yet another Decepticon into our midst?"
Bumblebee whirled around and stared at the mech. "Me? Why do you assume that it was me?"
"Because you're the one with the habit of bringing home stray 'Cons," Inferno growled, his optics narrowing on the group.
"We're not dogs for Primus' sake," Barricade snarled.
Prowl turned angered optics towards him. "You stay out of this!"
Barricade glared at the Autobot commander for a moment before he shrugged and took a step back. "If you say so," he drawled sarcastically.
"I do say so," Prowl snapped back at him. "You shouldn't even be here yourself."
"Oh for the love of- Prowl! Soundwave is here to help," Jazz snarled as his hands went to his hips. "Can you get that through your firewall? H. E. L. P. Help."
"Help with what?" Inferno demanded. "We don't need a 'Con to help us."
"If we're going to survive Thirteen's new power cannon, then yes. We do," Ratchet spoke up with a frown.
"I don't believe this!" Wheeljack bellowed as he stared at his husband in surprise. "You're actually going to defend them?"
"What's there to defend?" Jazz shouted angrily. "It was Optimus' decision!"
"Then clearly you're all unfit for duty!" Inferno roared back at him. "The Optimus I know would never have agree to have a 'Con running around free on our own base and here we've got..." he paused to count. “Seven!" He face faulted. "SEVEN? We have seven 'Cons on the base now?"
"What in the world were you guys thinking?" Wheeljack shouted in vexation. "How could you bring the enemy right into the heart of our operations?"
"We're on a slagging abandoned air force base!" Ratchet bellowed as he threw his arms wide. "What operations?"
"Tank of oil that Prowl forgoes the gun and just tackles the 'Con," Sunny said loudly.
"You're on!" Bluestreak instantly called back.
"You guys stay out of this!" Prowl shouted at them, not even sparing a glance.
Amazingly it was Blaster who stepped forward. "So we don't get an opinion now?" he demanded frostily. Hound also stepped forward, a dark glare on his usually friendly face.
Prowl seemed to be at a bit of a loss at the combined glared from his two friends but Inferno seemed completely oblivious to it. “Damn it! Why would you even want the ‘Con here?” he demanded sternly.
“He should at least be confined to quarters,” Wheeljack added with a frown. “How the slag can you just up and trust him?”
“I can’t believe the fuss you guys are making about this!” Ratchet cried out, his normally calm composure disintegrating as he stared at his husband.
“How about this,” Jazz sighed in frustration. “If he kills us in our sleep, you can say a big ‘I told you so’.”
“Damn it Jazz, this is no time for jokes!” Prowl shouted, near hysterics himself.
“No, it isn’t,” Optimus shouted as he finally made his way over to the group. Everyone instantly went silent as they eyed the Autobot leader. Optimus just glared back at everyone before he turned to Prowl. “I know we didn’t let you know of Soundwave’s arrival and that was wrong of us.”
Prowl looked as if he wanted to say something but Jazz quickly clamped a hand over his mate’s mouth. “Hush darlin’ and let the boss-‘Bot speak.”
Optimus gave Jazz a grateful look. “I know it was wrong but at the same time, it was my decision, slag it! Soundwave is a Decepticon and you may very well be right about his intentions however-” Optimus took a deep breath as is looked as if the mechs were going to say something more. “However he also has valuable information about Sector Thirteen that we can use! Slag it,” Optimus huffed. “We’re all going to be in serious trouble if Sector Thirteen get’s a hold of any of us, Autobot or Decepticon! We have to work together, slag it.”
“A common enemy?” Prowl shouted as he finally managed to yank Jazz’s hand off his mouth. “That’s what you’re basing your decision on?”
Optimus glared at him. “Yes,” he growled.
Prowl looked flabbergasted and Inferno looked no better, an expression of thunderous fury displayed on his features. “You can’t be serious!” he bellowed and a whole new argument began.
Barricade watched the clamor tiresomely and with a sigh as he glanced over at Soundwave. “Give ‘em time. They’ll come around. Especially those with their spouses on your side.”
“Judging from the looks of things, you have at least one half of every couple vying for ya,” Bumblebee snickered as he too turned away from the clamor. “Though I’m not so sure about the Lambo’s.”
Barricade glanced over at the twins to find them speaking adamantly with Hound and Bluestreak while Perceptor just looked vaguely fed up with the whole thing. The scientist happened to then glance over at them and Barricade gave a small tilt of the head in question. Perceptor shrugged at him as he wandered over. Soundwave turned to watch his approach and glanced over at Barricade unsure. He didn’t know much about this particular Autobot but Barricade waved him off.
Perceptor just looked at Soundwave for a long moment. “Don’t bother me or interrupt my experiments and we’ll get along just fine,” Perceptor announced with a sharp nod. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some numbers running on the new computer.”
Soundwave just stared as the smaller red mech whirled around and left, making a wide circle around the still arguing mechs. He turned to his fellow Decepticon who looked to be just as baffled and they both turned to look at Bumblebee in askance. Bumblebee just shrugged. “He hates to be interrupted.”
Soundwave tilted his head and Sam could bet that if he had any, one eyebrow would be raised. “He is your…”
“Chief science tech,” Bumblebee told him before gesturing at the smaller group of mechs. “I’m sure you know most of them but then we have the twins, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe.”
Soundwave nodded. “I’ve seen them in action before. They tend to give the seekers much grief.”
Bumblebee chuckled before pointing at the others again. “You met Hound and Bluestreak during your rescue and the other mech is Blaster, our own communications officer.”
Soundwave barely glanced at Blaster but Barricade quickly took note of the look as Soundwave went back to observing the still arguing larger group. “You have a working communications office?” he asked intently.
‘Bee “blinked” in surprise. “I’m actually not sure,” he admitted with a small shrug. “I’ve mostly been working with the rebuilding of the base. You’d have to ask Blaster that.” Soundwave nodded and Barricade glanced over his shoulder to look at the Autobot’s own comm. tech. He wasn’t surprised when he saw the mech in question shooting Soundwave small glances before being pulled back into the twin’s conversation.
“I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”
Barricade and the others turned surprised to find that Red Alert had wandered over, fed up with trying to get through his husbands rather thick skull plating. He was smiling at Barricade as if the two shared some cosmic joke. “What can’t you tell?” Bumblebee asked him puzzled.
Red Alert just shook his head before he turned to look back at the squabbling group. “They’ll come around,” he said to Soundwave, surprising the ‘Con. “It’s just going to take time.”
Soundwave simply nodded. “Understandable.”
“Still annoying though,” Laserbeak muttered as he glowered at the group as if his glare could make them spontaneously combust.
“Will any of your companions pose a threat to us?” Ravage hissed from where he was seated at Barricade’s feet.
Both Red Alert and Bumblebee looked back down at the cat surprised only to realize that all the Decepticons were looking at them intently, wanting to know the answer to the feline’s question. Well, all but Frenzy. He had actually dragged Rumble over towards the smaller group and was placing a bet with the twins, shocking both Lamborghini’s immensely. There was a sudden groan from the two Autobots however when Ratchet suddenly leaned over and smacked both Wheeljack and Inferno respectively while Jazz did the same to Prowl. Frenzy’s grin came back full force as he turned back to the twins triumphantly.
“They may not like it, but they’ll tolerate it and you if Optimus vouches for you,” ‘Bee finally spoke, getting back to the conversation. “That goes for all of you.” He turned his optics to Barricade who looked rather unconvinced.
“I’ll still keep my own proximity alarms on if it’s all the same,” Barricade announced dryly.
Red frowned at this. “I can install a security system for you hanger aside from the main compound one if you’re still feeling that uncomfortable.”
Barricade glanced over at the security chief gratefully. “Thank you Red Alert.” Red just nodded before he turned and wandered over to the others, speaking softly to Hound while throwing angered glares at Inferno whenever the fire rig shouted something loudly. Barricade turned to Soundwave. “Until Red can deliver on his promise, make sure you keep your doors locked. You don’t have the luxury of bunking with, not only one of their own, but their most precious human to boot.”
“Barricade,” Sam groaned as he covered his face with his hands, much to Soundwave and the smaller ‘Con’s amusement. “Don’t say things like that.”
“It’s true, isn’t it?” Barricade chuckled.
“What’s true?” Rumble asked as he pulled Frenzy back over to their group. Frenzy was chuckling madly as he was pulled along.
“How’d you make out?” Barricade asked the smaller mech.
Frenzy grinned evilly. “I have six-six-six barrels of o-o-oil!”
“Good for you,” Barricade snickered.
Rumble looked ready to scream. “What’s true?” he demanded.
“Indeed,” Ravage added, his gaze fixed firmly on the human in ‘Cade’s hand. “What is the significance of this human? The one you call Epps said he was your ‘liaison’.”
“He is,” Barricade told them. “Sam is our human representative with their government.”
Buzzsaw stared at the human as he suddenly appeared and landed on Barricade’s shoulder, much to the commander’s dismay. “Is he not young by his cultures standards?”
“He is that but there were special circumstances,” Barricade said before he aimed a glare at the bird on his shoulder. “Get off…” Buzzsaw stared at him a long moment but complied, moving instead to stand on the ground beside Ravage.
“And those were…?” Rumble prompted when Barricade didn’t say more.
Bumblebee looked over at Barricade apprehensively but Barricade shrugged. “Let’s just say that he helped during the last battle and stuff happened,” Bumblebee said tentatively.
There was a sigh from Barricade as he looked over at the Autobot. “They’ll find out anyway,” he said to him before he turned back to Soundwave and his team. “Sam here was the one who Off-Lined Megatron.”
“WHAT!”
The resulting bellow of shock that followed Barricade’s announcement was enough to momentarily halt the continuous argument between Optimus and the others before Prowl whirled around towards his commander. “See! They cause unnecessary disruption with the team. They’re a problem!”
“The only one with a problem around here is you man!” Jazz snarled and the fight resumed.
Rumble turned back to Barricade. “How could a human kill the greatest Decepticon of all time?”
“Indeed,” Ravage drawled. “It is a little unbelievable.”
"A little?" Rumble yelped.
“Well believe it,” Barricade snarled. “He managed it. It’s done. Megatron is dead. End of story.”
Sam cringed and wished that he could run away and dive back into his warm, solitary bed right at that moment. Almost all of Soundwave’s team were just staring at him in varying degrees of complete shock and disbelief while Soundwave himself was looking at Sam as if he were some sort of bug that needed to be studied.
The only one who didn’t stare at Sam in complete disbelief, Barricade was surprised to see, was Frenzy. The small silver mech was just looking up at Sam sadly as he ignored Rumble’s sputtering beside him. There was something in that sad, apologetic gaze that startled Barricade. Frenzy usually was indifferent about these sorts of things but Barricade was shocked to see the sadness in the other mech’s gaze as he looked at the boy sorrowfully. ‘What the slag does he have to be sorry for?’ Barricade wondered as he stared at Frenzy staring at Sam.
Frenzy glanced up then and he and Barricade locked optics for the briefest of seconds. Barricade had to restrain himself from taking a step back in surprise as he instantly saw the startling intelligence behind those red optics. Then Rumble swore in his surprise and the tense moment was suddenly shattered. Frenzy twitched again and turned back to Rumble, frowning at the mech as he whapped his shoulder. “L-l-l-leave Ladiesman217 be. He go-oo-od human.”
Rumble turned to stare at Frenzy in shock but Frenzy had already turned back to the Autobot’s fight. Seeing that his partner wasn’t about to say more, Rumble turned once more to Barricade. “He’s the disgusting creature that killed our Megatron!”
“Megatron wasn’t ‘our’ anything,” Barricade suddenly hissed at him. “He used us for his own purposes and when he didn’t need us, he left us to fend for ourselves.” Barricade could see Frenzy suddenly tense but ignored it for the moment to instead focus his glare on Rumble. It was a stare down until Barricade suddenly heard his name being called and whirled around surprised. “Judy!”
Judy was looking over at the still arguing group of Autobots when she stepped up to Barricade and ‘Bee. “What on Earth is going on out here,” she demanded as she stepped up into ‘Bee’s offered hand. “It sounds like wild cats going at it.” There was a chuckle from the ground and Judy looked down surprised to see Ravage grinning up at here. “Well it does,” Judy frowned. “Honestly, all the arguing going on and on when there’s really nothing to argue about, is there? I think that Prowl just doesn’t like change, don’t you?”
“Mom,” Sam groaned but Bumblebee was chuckling.
“I think you hit the nail on the head there Judy.”
Judy smiled as Rumble glanced over at Frenzy puzzled, the previous conversation seeming to be temporarily suspended. “But she doesn’t have a hammer.” Frenzy just sighed.
Judy laughed a bit before she turned and gave Soundwave a wide smile. “You must be the newest arrival,” she said with a wave. “How are you doing? No problems I hope. With yourselves I mean, we’ll just ignore them for the moment,” she waved at the still arguing group.
Soundwave stared at the small woman at a complete loss before he glanced over at Barricade, uncertain. Barricade chuckled. “Soundwave, may I present Judy Witwicky; Sam’s female parental unit. Judy, this is my old friend Soundwave.”
“Hello,” Judy nodded at him. “And these are?”
“My team,” Soundwave seemed to finally find his voice. “Buzzsaw, Laserbeak, Ravage, Rumble and Frenzy.” He pointed to each as he said their name and Judy smiled down at them.
“Well pleasure to meet you all,” she nodded before she turned to look straight at Frenzy. “From what Sam tells me, we owe you a great debt of gratitude for helping Bumblebee,” she said softly. “Thank you Frenzy.”
Frenzy just glanced up at her, a blank look on his face for a long, long moment before a wide grin broke out on his features and he gave her a thumbs up. “No problem, no problem,” he chirped.
Judy chuckled before she turned to watch the fighting going on. Thankfully it was still mostly verbal and no one had as yet come to any harmful blows at least. Ratchet, however, still leaned over to whap his husband once in a while. Judy chuckled as she looked around. “Where’s Ironhide?” she finally asked curiously. “I would think he would be the most vocal in such a fight.”
Barricade and Bumblebee glanced down at Judy in surprise before they too looked around for the lost gunner. “You know… I don’t know,” Bumblebee muttered at a bit of a loss. “Probably out at the long gun range or something.”
Barricade let out a small huff. “As long as he’s not in my wiring, I don’t care where he’s hidden himself away.”
“Mmm…” Judy hummed as the other cluster of Autobots suddenly approached, looking for all intended purposes as if they were being marched to the firing squad as Red glared at them the whole way over.
“Um… we just wanted to say that we don’t care about you,” Sides announced hesitantly.
“Bakayaro,” Sunny snarled as he punched Sides in the arm.
“What?”
Red Alert sighed in frustration but it was Hound who stepped forward. “What Sideswipe is so inelegantly trying to tell you is that the five of us,” and he gestured to the Lambos, Bluestreak and Blaster aside from himself, “don’t as much mind your presence as the others. We’ll still be leery of you but you have to understand you have given us no reason to trust you yet.”
Soundwave stared at the small group of Autobots for a moment before he nodded in acceptance. “Oh goody,” Laserbeak muttered sarcastically from the ground. “We have their approval. Can our day get any better?”
“If we could convince the three stooges, it would be great,” Red Alert muttered as he looked over at the three stubborn mechs who were still arguing.
“Well, we don’t mind you,” Sunny said pointedly. “That should be enough.”
“We certainly outnumber them, that’s for sure,” Sideswipe chuckled.
“I’m surprised that Prowl is actually arguing what’s basically a direct order from Optimus,” Bluestreak mused aloud. “Usually it’s him trying to convince us to follow along.”
Blaster shrugged. “Clearly Jazz’s death changed him.”
Soundwave glanced over at the other communications office and Blaster ducked his head under the steady gaze. Red Alert managed to catch Barricade’s optics again and he grinned widely. Barricade just sighed.
“How is it that it was Jazz’s death that changed him?” Rumble wondered aloud. “He’s standing right there, isn’t he?”
“Well… that’s a bit of a long story,” Bumblebee admitted sheepishly. “Let’s just say that there it was an interesting funeral when Jazz all of a sudden popped back up alive and well.”
Soundwave glanced at them. “How was that even possible?” he asked. “No mech can come back from the dead.”
“Primus,” Barricade answered. “Jazz’s return was quite literally a Primus sent miracle.”
“Just a though.” Everyone turned to Judy as she looked over at the fighting group. “Why don’t you just have Sam and Jazz use that All Spark shard to call Primus and ask him directly? I mean his word trumps all of yours, doesn’t it?”
The Autobots plus Barricade just stared at Judy while Sam shook his head. “You know how Primus feels about all this, Mom. I told you, he thinks that the separation between Decepticons and Autobots is a bunch of slag and doesn’t believe that the two groups hold any weight to any decisions. To him, they’re all just Cybertronions so what’s the problem?”
Judy looked a little deflated at this announcement. “Oh… I guess so. If he doesn’t believe that the two sides should even exist, then there shouldn’t be a problem should there?”
“Still,” Hound mused. “It couldn’t hurt, could it? I mean, if the order came from Primus directly then Inferno, Wheeljack and Prowl have no basis for their argument.”
“Well I suppose we could,” ‘Bee agreed.
Sam sighed. “He’s just going to say ‘what’s the problem?’ and leave it at that.”
“Still, it’s the best idea that we can come up with for the moment,” Red stated. “At least that will give everyone time to get to know Soundwave and his team and by then there should be no argument.”
“Well then, shall we go get that shard?” Judy asked with a smile. Everyone nodded in agreement and Judy’s smile got wider, if that was even possible. “Now… how to get those guys to shut up long enough for us to tell them what we plan?” she asked rhetorically as she turned to look at the six arguing mechs.
“Um… excuse me…” Everyone turned to see Soundwave and all of his sub-units just staring at them all in stunned surprise. Laserbeak shot each of them a curious stare in turn as he spoke once again. “But what do you mean, ‘call Primus’?” he asked slowly. “How in the pit can you just ‘call Primus’?”
“Primus is the creator of all Cybertron and its people,” Buzzsaw added. “You can’t just call him up on a whim.”
“It’s hardly a whim,” Judy frowned but the ‘Con’s didn’t seem to be done.
“And what All Spark shard?” Ravage demanded with a frown. “We were told it was destroyed along with Megatron.” The cat shot Barricade a particularly dark look. “Were we misinformed?”
“It was destroyed,” Barricade confirmed. “But we still have a small piece of it.”
“And you can use this piece of the All Spark to ‘call Primus’,” Soundwave spoke up slowly. “Anyone can do this?”
“Well, only Sam and Jazz,” Red admitted. “No one else has managed to get it to work.”
All the Decepticons turned to just stare at Sam in disbelief once again and Sam sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I can speak to Primus. Apparently I’m part of some sort of Cybertronion prophecy.”
“Prophecy?” Soundwave demanded as he looked over at Barricade. “What prophecy?”
Barricade shrugged. “How should I know? Only Megatron and Optimus were privy to that information back on Cybertron.”
Soundwave just frowned at his long time friend. “Clearly we need to talk.”
Barricade just sighed and nodded. “Yeah. You have a lot to be briefed on.”
“Well then, if that arguments’ settled. How about we stop the other one?” Judy asked flatly.
There were agreements all around and soon Sunny and Sides had imposed themselves in the middle of the arguing group. With the twins running interference, Hound and Red quickly explained the plan. Prowl, Wheeljack and Inferno all looked at them in varying degrees of surprise as Optimus groaned, “why didn’t I think of that?”
Sam sighed as he was once again handed the All Spark shard and soon enough he and Jazz found themselves in the room of darkness, though this time it was nothing like how they had left it. The fireflies were zooming everywhere and the room was actually lit enough for them to make out some details. There was a very large couch and a big screen TV in one corner and did one of those fireflies just pass them with a bag of popcorn?
Sam jumped in surprise as one of them floated over to him and bumped against his chest, supposedly wanting to be petted. Sam just stared at the rather large band-aid on its head. “What in the world?” he muttered.
“What in the slagging pit happened here?” Jazz yelped as he looked about the chaos.
Suddenly gold orbs appeared beside them and there was a loud humming sound from the Cybertronion God. Jazz and Sam glanced at one another as the shadows shifted every so often as if something was pushing against them frantically. “Apparently we came at a bad time…” Sam said slowly as he set the firefly down. “We’ll just… come back later.”
The shadow’s movements became more frantic as Jazz and Sam quickly turned and bolted out of the room. Soft laughter could be heard from Jazz while Sam was just happy to get out of there. Primus sighed as he watched them go and there was a small chortling “laugh” from one of the fireflies, a remote control nestled snugly under its wing.
“Well?” Prowl demanded as Sam jerked away from the shard and Jazz stood up from his seated position. “What did he say?”
Sam didn’t say anything, his eyes wide as saucers as he turned and quickly moved over to where ‘Bee was, climbing up in the mechs hand and refusing to look at anyone. Jazz, meanwhile, just chuckled as he turned to the waiting group. “It’s all good,” Jazz announced, a large grin on his features. Inferno and Wheeljack shared a surprised look but Prowl continued to stare at his smaller mate in complete shock at the news. Jazz just grinned wider as he turned and exited the main hanger, his laughter echoing all the way out the door.
-To Be Continued
Author's Note: Well there you have it! I had to change the ending a bit because everyone wanted to see Primus and the orbs again though since Sam sees them as Fireflies and that's why they were turned into them again. Just a bit of an explanation in case anyone was wondering. Also I realized that I've been switching from back and forth between "Allspark" and "All Spark". Sorry! I will try to be more consistent from now on. It just sounds like it should be one word to me but the comics and movie subtitles write it as 2. -shrugs-
Well join us tomorrow for chapter Eighty Four: Back To Normal.
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