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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: -Stares out at the readers.- Eep! -Runs away-
Chapter Eighty-Five: Normalcy Was Overrated Anyway
“That did it!” Starscream shouted as he glared at the group before him. “Clearly things are not going as expected and our base is no where near completion!”
“What was your first clue?” Thundercracker growled from where they were all once again standing in the dugout shelter looking out at the pouring rain.
“I hate this planet!” Runabout shouted, starling Mixmaster beside him.
“Well crying about it isn’t going to help,” Scrapper growled scathingly.
“You’re telling me,” Skywarp muttered as he moved closer to Thundercracker.
“Listen! We need to step up on our base of operations!” Starscream shouted over the din. “I need you to step up on your construction.”
“What?” the Constructicon’s shouted as one.
“We’re already working almost around the clock!” Long Haul shouted appalled.
“Then don’t almost work around the clock, work around the clock!” Starscream shouted back at them. “I am sick of this dug out!”
“Well you’re not the only one!” Hook shouted back. “Scavenger! I thought I asked you to dig this out.”
“I did,” the other ‘Con snarled. “We all fit this time, don’t we?”
“Could be taller,” Runamuck muttered from where he was hunched over to keep from banging his head on the ceiling and Mixmaster nodded enthusiastically from his slouched position.
“I don’t care! At least get some sort of shelter up or something!” Starscream snapped.
“And I told you it’s not that simple!” Scrapper shouted back
“This is becoming rather annoying,” Mixmaster muttered as he watched the group arguing from where he had been shoved in the back.
“I’m beginning to think I should take my chances in the rain,” Runamuck muttered in agreement.
“So what exactly is this great plan of yours to take out the Autobots?” Thundercracker drawled as he glanced over at the other seeker. “Since I can only assume that it’s worth all this… rain.”
“We will finally beat those Autobots once and for all but we need a base first to do it!” Starscream snarled. Thundrecraker opened his mouth to argue some more when there was an agitated huff and someone beat him to the punch.
“Look, everyone hates the rain so can we just sit here in silence until it’s over? Please?” Everyone turned around shocked to stare at Misfire who had been shoved against the very edge of the dugout’s entryway. Misfire was actually glaring at them as he stood dripping wet by the door. “I’m tired, hungry and you’re all making my sensors reverberate so is it too much to ask for a little peace?”
There was silence for a long, long time. “Sorry,” Skywarp muttered.
“Yeah… sorry…” Runabout muttered as well.
“Sorry,” Scrapper added more sincerely than the other two.
Hook just stared at the small seeker for a long moment before he glanced over at Starscream curiously. Starscream seemed to be completely unaware of anything going on at the moment as he glared out at the rain. Hook glanced back at the other seeker who was also looking out into the rain, a thoughtful look on his face. ‘Odd…’ Hook thought as stared at Misfire curiously. Misfire managed to catch Hook’s glance and sent the Constructicon a small glare before he turned and looked back out at the rain. ‘What in the world is his problem?’
Prowl sighed as he flipped through the different data pads. How was it that Optimus had managed to completely destroy a perfectly competent filing system anyway? It was going to take him a long time before any of it was put back to rights but it was mind numbing enough that he didn’t have to think about the ‘Con, or rather ‘Cons, plural.
“I can’t believe this,” Prowl muttered, surprising Blaster who was working on portable long distance radio with Wheeljack’s small input.
“Can’t believe what?” Blaster questioned, breaking the hangers hushed silence. Hound glanced up but quickly turned back to his own work seeing as the question was not being directed at him.
“Oh,” Prowl looked up surprised to find the other two mechs looking at him curiously. “Just… stuff.”
“Oh.” Blaster still seemed confused but he shrugged and went back to working on the small device.
“The computer’s showing some rain approaching from the northeast,” Wheeljack suddenly announced from where he was seated at the computer terminal and all the mechs in the hanger cringed.
“I hate the rain,” Blaster muttered as he snagged a soldering weld.
“I don’t think any of us like it,” Wheeljack muttered. “But it’s part of this planets eco system and is what keeps it alive.”
“Still, plants making oxygen and then it turning into rail by mixing with the hydrogen in the air…” Blaster shook his head. “I still think this place is odd.”
“What are you talking about?” Hound spoke up from where he was in the corner going over the perimeter maps. “This place is great! I mean, you should have seen their valleys and mountains when we were headed for Utah.”
“Really?” Blaster finally looked interested. “You take stills?”
“Of course,” Hound nodded with a grin. “I’ll show them to you later.”
Blaster smiled back and the other two mechs in the hanger shared a look. “I believe Hound is becoming what is comely referred to as a ‘Eco-lover’ or ‘nature nut’,” Wheeljack chuckled.
Hound frowned as the two laughed. “Yeah, whatever! I’m taking these to my bunk.”
Prowl immediately stopped chuckling as he pierced Hound with a sharp look. “Just don’t allow the ‘Cons to see them.”
Hound sighed as he made his way to the door. “Yeah, I know,” he muttered before he stepped out into the sunlight.
Blaster frowned as he looked out the open door. “You sure about that weather report Wheeljack?”
“What? You think that my system is wrong? That’s impossible! I went over the calibrations just this morning.”
Blaster stared at the engineer worriedly as Wheeljack began opening random paneling to check the inner hardware. “It was just a though…” he muttered as he started digging though the First Team’s “junk box” for the appropriate wires he needed.
The hanger fell silent as the three went back to their respective work when Prowl suddenly looked up from one of the data pads, his head cocked as if listening for something. “Do you guys hear something?”
The other two looked up and both listened. “I don’t hear anything,” Wheeljack muttered and Blaster just shrugged as he went back to his work. Prowl frowned before he too went back to what he was doing.
“Pppppprrrrrrooooooowwwwwllll!”
Prowl’s head jerked up as he heard his name being called, and it almost seemed like it was getting louder. He glanced over at Blaster and Wheeljack who had both stopped doing their own work and were clearly listening as well. “Do you hear that?” Wheeljack asked as if it wasn’t obvious that they all clearly heard it.
“It seems to be getting louder-” Blaster began when there was a sudden blur that zipped through the hanger. A small shout of “help” was heard before the mech was gone out the back door.
Everyone stared in surprise. “Was that Jazz?” Prowl asked dazedly.
“JAZZ! GET YOUR AFT BACK HERE!” A second blur dashed by.
“I don’t know, but I think that one was Ratchet,” Wheeljack replied stunned.
There was a moment before Blaster suddenly found himself alone in the main hanger, the other two mechs running after their respective spouses. “Oh that’s okay guys, I’ll just… I’ll just finish… these…” Blaster trailed off. “Oh whatever,” he muttered as he turned back to the small handheld radio with a sigh.
He was working so intently to get at least one of the small machines finished to show Optimus that he didn’t even notice when he was no longer alone in the hanger. “Where is Optimus Prime?”
“Gyahhh!” Blaster jumped in surprise, practically leaped out of his seat and the small radio he held flew out of his grasp. “No!” he yelped as he watched it fly end over end away from him. He knew that there was no way for him to get to it in time so it was surprising when a hand seemed to appear out of thin air and just reach out and snagged it out of mid-air.
Blaster let out a small sigh of relief at the save as he took in the prototype, quickly assessing that it was unharmed. He then stared at the unbroken device almost dumbfounded for a moment before he finally looked at the hand holding it, up the arm and all the way upwards to find that the hand belonged to- Soundwave!
“Oh… um!” Blaster jerked in surprise as he quickly dropped the small oil rag that he had had draped across his lap while he worked. “Um Soundwave… uh… what a surprise.”
Soundwave was just looking at him expressionlessly. “Prime?” The ‘Con asked again.
Blaster’s optics brightened and he quickly straightened at the sound of his commander’s name. “Oh! Right… um, I think he went to speak to Red Alert about perimeter defenses…”
Soundwave simply gave a sharp nod in acknowledgment but said nothing in response and Blaster found himself clearing his throat as he stood there awkwardly. The hanger was silent for a long moment before the small half-built transmitter was suddenly held out in his field of vision. “I believe this is yours,” Soundwave said evenly.
“Oh… right…” Blaster took the small device back and quickly brought it back up to his chest. There was another long moment of awkward silence.
“I assume that it is for long distance communication,” Soundwave broke the silence.
“Wha-? Oh this? Yeah. Just temporary though- the radios I mean. We’re talking about possibly getting our own satellite out into space to work around the cell tower interference,” Blaster stuttered nervously.
Soundwave nodded. “You should try using the ultra high pitch frequencies,” he said, surprising the Autobot. “A humans hearing is rather dim and their equipment is mostly set for sonar. It should be rather easy to get around.”
“Oh… right! I’ll, I’ll look into that,” Blaster nodded.
The awkward silence returned and Blaster fiddled with the small radio until there was the sound of voices coming towards them. Blaster wasn’t sure to be relived or disappointed. When Prowl and Jazz entered the hanger and Soundwave instantly turned to watch their, or rather Jazz’s, approach Blaster settled on annoyed.
Prowl it seemed was arguing with Jazz, meaning he was lecturing and Jazz was studiously ignoring him. Blaster however found that he didn’t really care as he plopped back onto the boxcar, determined to ignore everyone. Rather hard to do when Prowl suddenly caught sight of Soundwave in the hanger.
“What are you doing in here?” Prowl demanded darkly his arm suddenly darting out and pulling Jazz back closer to himself.
Jazz just waved at Soundwave completely at ease despite Prowl’s rather possessive hand on his arm. “Hey S! How’s the music playing?”
Soundwave frowned as Prowl pulled his husband back again and shoved the smaller mech behind him. “You’re not allowed in here without an escort,” Prowl announced, ignoring Jazz’s irritated huff behind him.
Soundwave stared at him for a moment and both Jazz and Blaster held their breath as they stared at the other two mechs apprehensively, waiting to find out what was going to happen between such obvious unwavering mechs. Prowl and Soundwave just continued to stare at one another for a long moment before Soundwave made the first move and the two smaller mechs were completely relieved when all he did was nod his head and relaxed his own rigid, defensive posture.
“My apologies,” was all Soundwave said.
Prowl seemed to be at a bit of a loss that Soundwave had actually apologized to him and his own ridged stance deflated in surprise. Jazz chuckled behind him and he nudged the back of Prowl’s shoulder. Prowl just glanced at his smaller mate and frowned at the wide grin he was given. “Why are you here anyway?” Prowl continued as he turned back to Soundwave and Jazz just groaned behind him.
Blaster looked quickly back at Soundwave to see if he could possibly gage the ‘Con’s reaction to Prowl’s continued interrogation but an answer didn’t come from Soundwave as Optimus stepped into the hanger. “I believe he’s looking for me Prowl,” Optimus said with a frown and the three Autobots all jerked in surprise before looking away guiltily. Especially Prowl since with one look, he could instantly tell that Optimus had been standing there a while listening.
“Optimus Prime,” Soundwave nodded.
Optimus continued to frown at Prowl for a long moment before he turned back to Soundwave. “Thank you for meeting me again Soundwave. Well I’ll get right to it. Since Ratchet seemed to be missing a patient,” everyone looked over at Jazz who chuckled nervously, “he’s agreed to look over you and your team now. He’ll see you in your own hanger.”
“Really?”
Everyone looked at Jazz again and the small mech instantly ducked back behind Prowl. “Well it took Wheeljack a while to calm him down, but yes,” Optimus drawled. Jazz eeped again and continued trying to hide behind Prowl.
“Understood,” Soundwave announced. “I’ll just go collect my team.”
“We appreciate it Soundwave,” Optimus thanked him with a wide smile.
Soundwave stared at the Autobot leader for a long moment hesitantly before he finally nodded again before he turned and stepped out of the hanger. Optimus waited a few moments to ensure that Soundwave was clearly out of range before whirling towards Prowl. “What is wrong with you!” he demanded in a harsh whisper. “We need his help against Thirteen! And if we gain his trust then who knows, he may give us the location of, oh I don’t know… Starscream and the other Decepticons!”
Prowl suddenly found himself fighting against his own programming to follow orders and his desire to keep what he found precious safe. He had seen the looks that the ‘Con had been sending his husband’s way but it seemed as if Jazz was completely oblivious. Prowl wavered a moment before he finally nodded, chastised. “I’m sorry Optimus, but he has not shown me any reason to trust him.”
Optimus held his scowl for another moment before he lost the look and sighed in frustration. “I’m sorry too Prowl. I do understand your position but for the love of Primus, please at least try and tolerate him for now.” Prowl frown again and Optimus tired once more in a more cajoling tone. “I’m not asking you to become best friends or anything, just give him a chance.” Prowl grumbled slightly before he gave a sharp nod of his head. Optimus sighed. “Thank you,” he said as he turned to follow the ‘Con out. Prowl frowned as he stood and quickly walked out the door, going in the opposite direction of his commander.
Blaster let out the breath of air he hadn’t even realized he was holding. “That was intense,” he murmured.
There was a huff behind him and Blaster was surprised to find Jazz still there. “Tell me about it,” Jazz sighed as he wandered over and took a seat next to the red mech. “Be glad that you don’t have to share a hanger with him.”
Blaster stared at Jazz in completely shock. The first thing that popped into his head was an image of him actually sharing a hanger with Soundwave. Actually living with the large, solid mech. Blaster shuddered at the thought and it took a moment for him to realize that Jazz was staring at him with a rather odd grin on his face. “What?” Blaster demanded as he went back to his small radio. “‘Yeah, I’m sure living with Prowl is such hell for you’, what do you want me to say?”
Jazz just continued grinning at him before the small lieutenant chuckled and hopped back off the boxcar. “I think Primus’ will is stronger than anyone could have possibly imagined,” he snickered.
Blaster looked up at him confused. “What?”
“Oh nothing,” Jazz sing-songed. “Just remember that I’m your best friend, so I know you better than you know yourself.”
Blaster frowned confused. “What? What are you talking about?”
Jazz just smirked as he gave Blaster a pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ve got your back and I’m sure some of the others will too,” he said with a small chuckle before he quickly darted out the building. “HEY RED! You want to hear something interesting?”
Blaster blinked as he suddenly found himself alone in the main hanger once again. “Sometimes I wonder about him…” he muttered before there was a surprised shout from Jazz outside.
“YOU MEAN YOU ALREADY KNEW? Why didn’t you tell me!” Blaster just sighed and went back to his radio.
Barricade twitched as the doors to their hanger were slammed open and Jazz stood there, staring at Barricade in a rather stunned state of disbelief while Red Alert entered behind him. “You knew too?” Jazz shouted.
“What? We knew what?” Bumblebee asked as he stared at Jazz surprised at his appearance.
Barricade just frowned and went back to his manga. “Well it was rather obvious,” he drawled, instnaly knowing what Jazz was so flabbergasted about.
“What?” Jazz screeched and he whirled around to look at Red incredulously.
“It was,” Red nodded in agreement.
“What was obvious?” Sam asked curious as he glanced over the railing. “What are we talking about?”
Jazz just continued to stare at Barricade in disbelief before he grinned. “Two oil tanks says they won’t tell each other until after a truce is set up between us and the rest of you guys.”
“What?” ‘Bee glanced over at Jazz, completely at a loss. “What are you betting on now Jazz?”
Barricade just looked up over the edge of his data pad and stared at the Autobot’s master bomb tech. He grinned. “Deal,” he said. “But if you think we’re going to keep hiding you from Ratchet, you’re crazy…”
“Oh come on man!” Jazz whined. Barricade just smirked evilly.
“Guys, what are we all talking about?” Bumblebee demanded as he glared at the older mechs, frustrated at being kept in the dark.
Red just chuckled. “You still have a lot to learn ‘Botling.” Bumblebee and Sam just shrugged as the three began snickering.
“Crazy mech… still refuses to have himself checked. He knows that the longer he waits that the more damage any possible wounds could inflict.”
The small group of mechs watched as Ratchet paced back and forth in his old hanger. The birds were finding themselves getting rather dizzy while Ravage just yawned as he waited his own turn at the examination table. The only thing still holding them up was Rumble and Frenzy whom still had yet to arrive.
“I told him that but you know Jazz. He hates having his style ‘hampered’,” Optimus told him with a shrug.
Ratchet stopped his pacing and turned to look at Optimus dead on. “Am I really such an ogre?” Ratchet demanded sharply.
Now Ravage was alert and intrigued as Wheeljack nearly chocked in the corner in his surprise at the sudden question. Optimus himself was trying his best to articulate a proper response. “Well… you are rather… strict,” he offered nervously.
Ratchet’s face fell and the scowl returned. “I knew it,” he growled as he began pacing again.
“But you need to be strict with patients, don’t you?” Wheeljack asked, trying his best to back his husband up.
Ratchet shot him a glare and Wheeljack quickly held up his hands and backed off, though he never took his optics off his spouse as Ratchet continued to pace the length of the hanger. Soundwave was leaning against the far wall, seeming for all intended purposes to be asleep himself but Optimus knew with one glance that the mech was listening intently at everything being said.
It was then that the door suddenly opened and everyone turned to find Rumble entering the hanger, alone. Optimus stepped forward, about to ask the obvious question when he stopped and glanced back at Soundwave. It was not his place to question Soundwave’s team when the commander was right there.
“Rumble,” Soundwave greeted his teammate. “Where is Frenzy?”
Rumble sighed as he wandered over and flopped down on the floor next to Ravage. “I told him about getting a check up and he freaked out. Took off and hid. I couldn’t find him.”
“What?” Ratchet demanded stunned. “We have to find him! He could be-”
“No.” Everyone turned surprised to Soundwave. “I don not believe that he is quite ready after his… imprisonment.”
Ratchet looked at Soundwave surprised for a moment before he sighed and nodding sadly. “I know…” he replied softly.
Optimus glanced at the two puzzled at the cryptic conversation. “Care to share?”
Ratchet just shook his head. “Just that Frenzy is probably not too thrilled at being examined by another doctor,” he sighed as he gestured to Ravage. The cat sighed and jumped up onto the new examining table that Wheeljack had helped Ratchet carry in.
Both Wheeljack and Optimus deflated at this announcement. Even the ‘Con’s were even more quiet that usual, Ravage actually frowning as he lay down on the table. Soundwave was actually scowling as he looked down at the ground. Wheeljack saw him and instantly took in the rigidity in the mech’s stance. ‘If I didn’t know better, I would swore that ‘Con actually cares for his troops,’ Wheeljack thought stunned.
“Slag it!” Everyone jumped as Rumble reached back and banged his fist against the wall. “I just want to rip those Thirteen guys into tiny little shreds!”
“We all do…” Ratchet said softly as he looked over Ravage’s back plating for damage.
“And what would you know about that, Autobot?” Rumble growled.
“Rumble,” Soundwave said warningly.
“I’m just saying…” Rumble muttered.
“No, it’s clearly understandable,” Optimus agreed softly, surprising the ‘Cons. “We can only imagine what’s going on for him.”
It took Frenzy quite a while to finally get away from Rumble’s rather intense search for him and finally find some sort of peace. It paid to be a rather small mech; he could duck into the human’s personal quarters and there was no chance that the Autobots or even the two larger ‘Cons would find him. Frenzy also doubted his own teammates would look for him in the human’s building as they were still rather wary of the Earth’s inhabitants.
With a small sigh of relief he perched himself on the small desk chair. He glanced over at the broken windows confused but shrugged as he leaned against the wall. He took a deep breath and his bright red optics flickered off. He sat there for a long moment before the optics snapped open and the optics lit back up, only instead of bright shining red they had been, it was a deep, harsh blood red that dominated.
There was a long moment of silence before Frenzy twitched. “And I thought I had it bad,” a deep voice groaned as Frenzy leaned back and banged the back of his head against the wall.
Frenzy twitched and his normal voice returned. “They’re all nu-nuts!”
There was another sigh. “Tell me about it.”
“At le-least they’re letting us st-stay.”
A sigh. “True,” the deep voice said with a small laugh. “Still such do-gooders.”
“They’re Auto-to-bots,” Frenzy said with a shake of his head. “You’re sur-surprised?”
A pause. “No. Not really.”
“Well, at least we can re-re-relax now.”
“Mmm. Indeed.”
“Um… Hello?” Frenzy’s optics winked open as he saw Steve standing there in the doorway looking rather confused. Steve stared at Frenzy for a moment before it seemed as if he had a light bulb go off. “Oh… you were on that radio of yours weren’t you? Sorry to disturb.”
Frenzy stared at the closed door surprised before he slumped back against the wall. “Primus, that was close,” the deep voice sighed in relief.
“You’re tel-tell-telling me,” Frenzy chuckled. “We were almo-most cau-caught!”
“That’s the last thing we need is the Autobots to find out I got sent back to Earth in your body!”
“I’m not happy about-about that ei-either Meg-Mega-Mega-”
“Megatron?” another voice gasped and Frenzy jerked upright in surprised as he saw Miles standing on the other side of the broken window just gawking at him through the empty frame.
Optics brightened and Frenzy was suddenly across the room grabbing the human and yanking him through the empty window. Miles squawked in surprised as he was jerked violently into the room and a silver hand clamped over his. ‘Primus, what have I gotten into?’
-To Be Continued
Author's Note: -RUNS AWAY!-
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