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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone who's stayed with me! I was worried about how well Megatron would be received and weather or not people would be angry at the 'virus' comment but it seems as if people are willing to stay with it! I'm actually surprise that more people enjoyed the 'Principal Prowl' jab than the rest of the chapter. ^_^ Well here's the next installment! Please enjoy!
Chapter Eighty-Seven: They Gave it Their Best Shot
Todd sat in the driver’s seat of his delivery van and just stared at the large RV like vehicle that now sat in the main courtyard of the very strange military base with a few other smaller cars. The small cars should have deserved some of Todd’s attention since most of them were fancy foreigner numbers like the two Lamborghinis and the silver GT Skyline. The big Mac truck was a fancy number as well with all those flames all over the place, but for some reason, Todd just could not get past the blazing lettering on the side of the RV proclaiming that it was a vehicle belonging to the FBI. The FBI for crying out loud!
Todd finally managed to shake himself out of his stupor and climbed down out of his truck, the parcel in his hands as he started walking towards the rather bizarre moat. As he reached the edge he found himself staring again, only this time it was a look of utter bewilderment on his face as he found it now to be filled with rather brown, muddy water. “This place just keeps getting stranger and stranger,” he muttered as he wandered over the planks of wood that were stretched out over the moat.
“Oh be careful, please!”
Todd looked up surprised to find a woman jogging towards him. He blinked in surprise since the last time he was there it had been a pair of military guys and the scrawny kid that looked like he didn’t belong. This woman didn’t look as if she belonged either. She wasn’t wearing a military uniform for one thing and another she was carrying what looked to be a dinner plate in her hand. “Um… delivery,” he said as he finally crossed the moat and reached the chain linked fence.
The woman nodded as she quickly tucked the plate under her arm and began fiddling with locks. “Oh dear…” she muttered. “Now what in the world was that combination?” She frowned as she looked at the moat apprehensively.
“Is there a problem?” Todd asked her.
The woman blinked. “Oh no,” she said cheerfully. “Just give me a moment and watch out for the crocodile.”
Todd stared at the woman. “What?” he asked tightly.
She looked up at him. “Oh, the crocodile. One’s loose in the moat. No matter how quick we are, he just keeps eluding us.”
Todd gaped. “You’re kidding… right?”
The woman frowned. “Unfortunately, no.”
Todd stared. “You have an actual live crocodile living in your moat?”
Now the woman looked a bit angered herself. “There is no need to shout, I can hear you just fine. Now if only I could get the lock open.”
“I got it Mom.” Todd looked up as that same scrawny kid just suddenly appeared and the woman stood back gratefully.
“Thank you Sam,” she smiled. The boy nodded and made short work of the lock. Todd just stared at the pair in complete shock before he glanced back at the cars. He blinked. Was that camaro there before? He knew for sure that the mustang patrol car wasn’t. “Now then,” the woman began as the boy swung the door open, “do we need to-”
“Take it lady! Just take it!” Todd said shoving the package into her startled hands. “You people are all lunatics!” he shouted over his shoulder as he marched across the planks.
Of course, as luck would have it, it was at this time that the crocodile that Steve had decided to “claim” as his and had named “Crikey” decided to pop up and open his large jaw for a fairly lazy yawn. Sam winced as he heard the rather loud curse word float out behind him where the Autobots were watching. Todd glanced down puzzled only to see an extremely large mouth with rather very sharp pointy teeth right below him since Crikey was right there next to the wooden planks. Todd of course completely freaked. “What in the name of God?” he bellowed as he bolted for his truck.
“I did warn you!” Judy called out with a shake of her head as the man dove into his truck. Though, since it was a delivery truck, it had no doors.
“YOU’RE ALL INSANE!” Todd bellowed over the rather grinding sound of him trying to force the engine to turn over.
Wheeljack twitched as he rolled over next to Optimus. “He’s just going to flood the engine…”
“Oh that’s all we need,” Optimus groaned as they listened to Todd’s rather incoherent sputtering over the sputtering of his truck.
“Can I at least take a shot at it now? Please?” Ironhide begged as he pulled up beside the two.
“NO!” four voices shouted back at him.
“Why not?” Ironhide demanded. “It’s right there!”
“So is the human,” Optimus grumbled. “Did he get his truck started yet?”
“Not yet…” Ratchet sighed as he appeared out of nowhere. They watched the human desperately try and get his truck started for a while. Crikey had already disappeared under the moat’s brown water but it seemed as if Todd still hadn’t realized it yet as he kept turning the key frantically. Knowing the crocodile, it had probably already swum around to the other side of the base and was on his favorite sunning rock. Ratchet sighed and was about to leave when he suddenly spotted his own prey. ‘Finally,’ he thought and quickly moved.
Jazz was snickering when the human finally managed to get his car in gear and turned and booked it out of there at the truck’s top speed of sixty miles an hour. “I tell ya, this place never gets boring.”
“GOT YA!”
“Holly slagging Primus! Get him off me!!!!!!!!!!!”
“What the slag?” Optimus muttered at Jazz’s scream.
Everyone whirled around to find that Ratchet had already transformed himself and was seated quite happily on Jazz’s roof. “I got ‘em!” he announced triumphantly.
The others just stared. “Well good for you Ratchet,” Optimus drawled after he had transformed himself. Sam suppressed a snicker as the large mech actually wandered over and gave the medic a small pat on the head. “Now get off him.”
“What?” The medic gawked. “But… but I only just got him!”
“And that’s good, but he’s not yours.”
“Yeah, I thought he was Prowl’s,” Sunstreaker snickered as he and everyone else shifted, save Jazz.
Wheeljack whapped him upside the head. “You two have your own explaining to do!”
“Yes… Like why that delivery truck was here in the first place?” Optimus frowned as he turned towards the two.
“But… but we didn’t!” Side’s sputtered frantically. “We didn’t order anything!”
“A likely story!” Red announced with a frown. “Who else would order anything besides Wheeljack?”
“A Mr. B. Cade,” Judy announced flatly as she looked down at the package with a rather disapproving frown.
“Oh goody! My DVD’s are here!”
“Your what?” Ratchet shouted in disbelief. “How could you?”
“Better question is why would you?” Prowl drawled as he eyed the ‘Con rather dubiously. “You’ll need tweezers just to get it into the player.”
Barricade sent the other patrol car a rather haughty look. “What do you think Sam’s for?”
There was a low whistle from underneath Ratchet. “Oh you did not just say that Runner boy…” Jazz drawled.
“What?” Barricade demanded with a sniff.
There was a snicker from Red. “Somebody’s in trouble,” he sing-songed.
“What?” Barricade said again as he glanced around utterly bewildered.
“He doesn’t get it,” Wheeljack said rather surprised.
“Are you just going to let him get away with that Sam?” Ironhide inquired with a small smirk as he turned to the human.
“Get away with what?” Sam asked as he looked up from flipping through the DVD’s. He startled as he realized that everyone was looking at him strangely. “What?”
“Are you going to let him get away with that Bumblebee?” Prowl demanded, turning to the younger ‘Bot.
“Did he get ‘300’?” ‘Bee asked as he looked over the boy’s shoulder.
“Three hundred what?” Epps called out as he and Will finally wandered over. “What’s going on? What’s happening? Did Ironhide manage to kill Crikey?”
“No, Crikey still lives,” Ironhide growled scornfully.
“Huh. Shame. So what are we all standing around for?” Epps demanded. He blinked. “Better question: Why is Ratchet sitting on Jazz?”
“So he can’t escape,” Barricade drawled as he held out a hand for Sam to climb up on. “Did they forget anything?”
“Not that I can tell,” Sam murmured as he looked at the invoice.
“Good! So, movie night?”
“MOVIE NIGHT!” Both Sam and ‘Bee cheered.
“Primus help me,” Judy rolled her eyes heavenwards as she turned and began wandering away. “Just so you know, we have no popcorn!”
“Pizza?” Sam called down.
“NO MORE DELIVERIES!” Optimus yelped.
“What is pizza and why do we not want it in our base?” Prowl demanded. “And why does Optimus find it so offensive?” Optimus gave Prowl a sideways look.
“Pizza is a popular food substance that the humans consume. It consists of a round bread like base covered with tomato sauce and mozzarella cheese with a multitude of different toppings that humans add according to individual taste preferences. From anchovies to zucchinis, the list seems fairly endless and sometimes a bit bizarre in their assortment of combinations.”
Everyone stopped and turned to stare and gape at the large mech that had been standing at the edge of the circle. Sunny quickly grabbed a hold of Sides. “Gasps! He speaks!”
“Shocking!” Side’s murmured.
“Well you knew he could,” Red frowned at them as ‘Bee leaned over to smack them both upside the head.
Optimus meanwhile “blinked” in surprise as he turned to face the usually taciturn mech. “Um… thank you Soundwave for your enlightened explanation.”
“How the slag does a ‘Con know what pizza is?” Ironhide demanded.
“Doesn’t everyone?” Rumble demanded as he wandered over, a rather defeated look about him.
“Frenzy still eludes you?” Soundwave asked quietly. The smaller ‘Con just nodded as Ravage appeared and press against the upset ‘Con’s side. “I see,” Soundwave murmured before he turned to look over at Ratchet. “I am sorry Medical Unit Ratchet that we could not keep our appointment with you.”
Ratchet just seemed to boggle at the apology before he waved a hand. “No, no. I completely understand. It will take Frenzy time before he is able to come to terms with his unique situation. I thank you for your apology…”
“OW!” Jazz yelped as Ratchet brought his hand down rather smartly on the small Pontiac’s hood. “What did I do man?”
“Good to see some mechs have the sense to know what is good for them.” A rather pointed glare was sent Barricade’s way.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m just such an evil ‘Con that I never ever keep my doctor’s appointments and you just don’t know what to do with me,” Barricade muttered as he looked over Sam’s shoulder. “Did they send House season two?”
“Yup,” Sam nodded as he held up the box.
“Good.”
“They made a show about a house?” Ironhide looked over rather puzzled.
“Um…” Barricade glanced over at Ratchet. “Yeah.”
“Well whatever,” Optimus sighed. “I’m just glad that this is over with.”
Sam was running through the list of movies when Soundwave wandered over, looking at Barricade a bit stunned that he was so at ease with what was only a few Liams ago, enemies. “How do you do it?” he asked.
Barricade didn’t even look up. “Do what?” he asked.
There was a snort beside him. “‘Cars’?” Bumblebee chuckled.
“Got a problem with it?” Barricade snarled. Sam just rolled his eyes and continued on through the list. “Sorry ‘Wave, what was that?” Barricade asked turning back to the other ‘Con.
Soundwave seemed a bit at a loss for a while before he shook his head. “Nothing.”
“What the slag?”
Everyone turned surprised to see that Ratchet had finally stood up off of Jazz and as soon as he was clear, Jazz just gunned it and took off. “FREEDOM!” Jazz crowed.
“Damn it Jazz!” Ratchet bellowed and Prowl groaned as he smacked his hand against his forehead. Seemed he was finally picking up a few of those human traits.
“Don’t worry Ratchet. I’ll get him to your med bay, one way or the other,” Prowl sighed as he gave the medic a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
“I just don’t understand it,” Ratchet was muttering. “Usually Jazz is so conscious about his appearance, only out done by Sunstreaker.”
“What was that?” Sunny growled as he turned with one fist raised, looking as if he was ready to punch out whoever had said such a blatantly rude comment.
“No! No! You look great Sunny! Really! The new sea foam paint in the hanger really suits your optics!” Sideswipe instantly tried to avert disaster, which was completely undone as Sunstreaker realized that his latest redecorating attempt had slathered him in even more paint.
The others just ignored the two. “I don’t understand it either,” Optimus murmured. “You did give him a full check up after he woke up, right?”
“Are you saying I don’t know how to do my duty?” Ratchet snarled and Optimus quickly took a step back.
“No, no. Just wanted to know what your scans said,” Optimus tried to placate.
Ratchet sighed. “Well, last time I checked him, he was all clear.”
“Well that’s good,” Wheeljack spoke up as he put an arm around his husband’s shoulders. “Now how about we go take a look at the new equipment you wanted me to make for you.”
Ratchet still looked rather unhappy but he gave a half-hearted shrug. “Fine.”
“Well, I take it everything is now back to normal?” Will asked as he stepped up into Ironhide’s offered hand.
“I think we’re good,” Optimus announced.
“EXCUSE ME? BUT IS IT SAFE TO COME OUT NOW?”
Everyone jerked in surprise as they heard Inferno’s rather piteous cry from the other side of the compound; Red in particular. “Oh!” he gasped as he turned to head to the main hanger. “I forgot to sound the all clear!”
“So what is ‘movie night’?” Soundwave asked as Barricade shuffled him to a rather dubious looking boxcar.
“It’s something humans like doing for entertainment. They tell stories through moving pictures. Kind of like our history files back home.”
“Hmmm…” Soundwave looked down at the can of oil Bumblebee handed him. “And this is human tradition?”
“Um, in a sense…” Sam spoke up from where he was seated on a rather old couch Ron and Hound had picked up at a garage sale during one of their nature runs.
Mikaela came in with a rather large tray in her hands with an assortment of chips and a bit of the wedding cake still left over. “Where’s Miles?” she asked glancing around.
Sam blinked in surprise as he took the offered soda. “You know… I haven’t seen him…” Mikaela raised an eyebrow as Sam groaned and set the glass down on the small coffee table.
“You forgot about him again, didn’t you?” she frowned.
“It’s not like I mean to!” Sam moaned as he heaved himself off the couch. “Just that a lot happens around here… Don’t start the movie without me!” he called over his shoulder as he wandered out the door.
“Sure!” ‘Bee called out as he claimed his own boxcar.
Mikaela huffed as she sat down and popped a couple chips into her mouth. She was just taking a sip of her own soda when the couch cushion abruptly dipped and she squeaked in surprise as a bit of the soda went up here nose. There was a rather embarrassing moment where she was coughing and trying her best to subtly blow the liquid out before she finally managed to get herself somewhat settled down.
Looking over, she was surprised to find the rather large catmech lounging quite comfortably next to her, taking up the rest of the entire sofa. “So…” the cat drawled. “This is about a human who dresses up like a bat for fun?”
“Um…”
Miles jumped as there was a sudden knock at the door and he glanced warily at Frenzy and Megatron. The mech just smirked and quickly moved to the window.
“Hey Miles? You in there man?” Sam’s voice called out through the door paneling.
“Um… yeah! Give, just give me a second!” Frenzy slipped out of the window and Miles opened the door. “Hey Sam, what’s up?”
Sam’s grin was a little too wide and Miles twitched apprehensively. “Oh nothing,” Sam snickered. “Just you heard about the delivery truck, right?”
Miles rolled his eyes. “Kind of hard not to when it was broadcasted over the intercom.”
Sam stopped at this. “Oh… right. Well anyway,” his smile returned full force. “It turned out it was Barricade who ordered a whole slew of movies!”
“Really?” Miles instantly perked up. “What’d he get?”
Sam’s grin got wider. “Practically everything! We were just about to watch Batman, want to join us?”
“Sure!” Miles grinned as he snagged his coat. “Where are we watching it?”
“Well, Blaster helped us carry a big screen into our hanger but for some reason, declined to stay and watch it with us,” Sam told him with a bit of a frown.
“Really? Why?”
“Who knows? But Soundwave took up Barricade’s offer.” Sam shrugged when he suddenly stopped walking, a surprised look on his face.
Miles glanced at his friend confused before he looked over to see what it was that had made Sam stop. There, coming around the corner was Frenzy/Megatron. Miles instantly cringed.
“La-la-ladiesman217!” Frenzy chirped as he wandered over. “You’ve seen Soundwa-wave?”
Sam blinked before a rather tentative smile crossed his face. “Oh… yeah Frenzy. He and the others are actually in my hanger with Barricade and ‘Bee. We were about to watch a movie.
“Really?” Frenzy grinned. “Good movie?”
“Well I liked it,” Miles shrugged. He winced as he suddenly felt his side pinched and Sam shot him a look.
“We have to be careful around Frenzy,” he hissed under his breath.
Miles was confused before it finally clicked. Sam was worried about Frenzy because of what had happened with Burgen. “Oh… right.”
Frenzy quickly joined them and the group made their way back to the hanger where they were surprised to find the main large door had been closed. “Okay…” Sam drawled and he quickly fished out a key and opened the small human door. “Going for the theater look?” he asked as the three wandered in.
“More like making a bunker,” came Barricade’s rather disapproving voice and Sam soon saw why.
Seated next to ‘Bee sipping his own can of oil was Jazz! “HEY! Looks like I’m just in time!” Jazz grinned.
“Oh yay…” Barricade drawled as he sat down next to Soundwave who was watching the whole thing rather amused.
“Frenzy!”
Both Miles and Frenzy jumped as Rumble soon appeared and gathered Frenzy into a hug. “Um… Rumble…” Frenzy twitched. “I would like to be able to move.”
“Oh… right…” Rumble instantly let go though he still hovered next to the other small mech. Frenzy just sighed as he moved towards the group, his worried mate still right behind him.
“Can we watch the movie now?” Ravage requested with a small cat-frown.
“Sure,” Sam nodded as he wandered over. “Um… where are we supposed to sit?” he asked as he saw that Ravage had taken up the rest of the couch. A glance at Mikaela was no help as the girl shrugged.
“The floor is not good enough?” Ravage purred.
Sam sighed. “Pass me a pillow,” he said in defeat and he plopped down on the floor at Mikaela’s feet.
Bumblebee quickly got the lights and the opening trailers began rolling over the screen. Laserbeak tilted his head. “Is this the movie?” he asked as the words “space, the final frontier” scrolled across the screen.
“No, this is just a trailer for another movie,” Barricade told him.
“So before we can watch the movie we want to watch, they’re going to show shorts from other movies?” Laserbeak drawled.
“Pretty much it,” Sam nodded as he snagged some chips out of the bowl.
“I can’t believe they made another one,” Mikaela sighed as she watched the trailer.
“Another what?” Ravage raised his head.
“Star Trek movie,” Sam and Miles said in unison.
“Star Trek?” Rumble glanced over.
“Yeah. It was this old corny TV series about a group of space explorers and all the trouble they got into,” Sam explained.
“I liked it,” Miles shrugged as he snagged his own bottle of soda.
“You would,” Mikaela sighed. “It was a guy show.”
“Hey, don’t knock the Star Trek,” Sam frowned. “They’re the ones who came up with most of today’s inventions. Like the cell phone.”
“I highly doubt that Star Trek came up with ‘cell phones’,” Mikaela frowned.
“But they did!” Sam insisted. “It was their little coms.”
“So what, you think that they’ll come up with a teleporter like the one Scotty used?”
“You know,” Soundwave unexpectedly came into the conversation. “We actually do have something like that. Though why Skywarp is the only one who has a functioning teleporter is beyond me.”
“Well it could be worse,” Barricade chuckled as he drained the last of his oil. “It could have been Starscream.”
There were chuckles from almost all of the ‘Cons save one and Frenzy slumped in Rumble’s arms as there was a groan. “Oh Primus, I don’t even want to think about the things he would have gotten into if he had those capabilities! He was a big enough pain in the aft as he was!”
Dead silence.
It took the small mech a moment to actually register this fact as he turned and realized that everyone was just staring at him in complete and utter disbelief and Miles was trying his best not to burst out into hysterical laughter. Miles looked over at the mech with tears in his eyes. “Ok. That was the shortest secret EVER!”
Both Megatron and Frenzy just groaned.
-To Be Continued
Author's note: Well that didn't last long did it? Anyway, all recognizable movie/show titles are owned by their respective groups. I make no money yada yada yada... Please Join us tomorrow for chapter Eighty Eight: Meg's Story
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