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By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: Day three of the migraine from hell! Grr! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the chapter!
Chapter Ninety: Overlooked
“Okay, remind me again why this is such a good idea?”
“Oh come on Jazz, it’s for the good of the cause!” Bumblebee snickered.
“This still sucks man!” Jazz snarled. “Sacrificing my beautiful body like this!”
There was a pause. “Look at it this way. You need to get those bullets out of ya,” Sam murmured as he patted Jazz’s palm where he was seated.
Jazz sighed. “I’m not so sure about this plan anymore.”
“Oh come on! It’s got to work!” Bumblebee chuckled. “Now all we need is to wait for Barricade and Soundwave to get into position and for Ratchet to make an appearance.”
“Oh goody…” Jazz muttered.
“-How’s it coming on your end?-”
Barricade frowned as his radio was activated and the bug’s voice came on the line. “We’re fine,” he announced. “We just need to wait until all the targets are in place.”
“I think they are,” Soundwave said gesturing to where the main hanger’s doors were opened and the mechs in question were completely in view.
“Yeah, but we need to wait for Optimus,” Barricade told him with a frown.
“There he is!” Rumble stated as he pointed to where the big rig could be seen headed towards the hanger.
“Right,” Barricade smirked. “Our primary target is in view.”
“Copy that,” Bumblebee chuckled and switched off his communication with Barricade. “Now all we need is Ratchet.”
“And there he is,” Mikaela chuckled as the medic soon appeared out of his own hanger he now shared with Wheeljack. “Let’s do this thing.”
Jazz sighed in defeat as he passed Sam back to ‘Bee. “I know I’m going to completely regret this.”
“Oh you’ll live,” ‘Bee laughed before he turned back to his comm.. “We’ve got our target too. Just waiting on you guys.”
“Right. We’ll go in five, get ready,” Barricade announced.
“-Copy that,-” Bumblebee answered.
Barricade turned back to Soundwave. “Are you ready?”
“As long as we’re clear that if I get shot, I come after you,” Soundwave said sourly.
Barricade chuckled. “It won’t be that bad. Optimus will run interference and we’ll have them out numbered.”
“I still am doubtful,” Soundwave muttered.
“Well, no time like the present,” Ravage announced as his internal clock ticked away. “Let’s move.”
“Right. We’re going,” Barricade said into his communicator. “Give us a few seconds then send in Jazz.”
“-What the hell am I? Cannon fodder?-” Jazz’s angry voice floated over the waves.
“Just be careful,” Barricade hissed. “Radio silence from here on out.”
“Got it.” ‘Bee switched it off. “Alright Jazz. Your turn to shine.”
“I still think I would have been better to distract Prowl,” Jazz muttered.
“To predictable. He might have seen right though you,” Mikaela told him.
Jazz just sighed before he took a deep steadying breath. “Wish me luck.”
“Just so long as you keep out of his reach long enough for Sam to talk to Primus,” ‘Bee hissed. “If you’re caught, the first place he’ll go is the main hanger!”
“I got it!” Jazz said over his shoulder before he darted out of their hiding place.
Bumblebee stepped back further into the shadows and brought his arms up closer to himself so to keep the humans out of sight as well. “This had better work.”
“It’s got to work,” Sam muttered.
“And it is,” Mikaela chuckled.
The two males turned to see that Ratchet had indeed taken the bait. He had spotted Jazz and the two were currently on a path for the main gate and out of the base, more than likely headed for Red and Inferno’s position. “Well, one down, three to go.”
“I’m just glad that Mom’s taking care of Ironhide. That would have been difficult,” Sam muttered.
“What I want to know is how the birds are keeping the twins busy,” Bumblebee muttered.
“Are they still out there?” Sunny demanded.
Sides nodded miserably. “Yep, they’re back.”
“Slag it!”
“So how long do we have to keep this up?” Laserbeak asked his partner.
Buzzsaw just smirked. “As long as it takes.
The other sighed. “Well I just hope they hurry it up over there. This roof is hot!”
Ironhide stared as the small human woman paced the length of the boxcar. “Flowers are always good and traditional but I don’t think they'd work for a guy. He’s a solider too so maybe a new hunting knife? Do rangers carry hunting knives? OH! And romantic dinners!” Judy perked up only to deflate again. “But you don’t eat… hmm. This is harder than I thought.”
‘Primus take me now.’
Barricade watched rather amused as he saw the two mech headed for the main gate and out into the desert. “Now where does Jazz think he can hide out there?” he murmured.
“I think he just wanted the running room,” Ravage chuckled as the mech soon turned into the small sleek sports car that he was and took off.
“That should keep Ratchet busy at least,” Barricade chuckled as Ratchet too transformed and took off after the mech with his lights on and siren wailing.
“Look alive everyone, this is our moment,” Soundwave announced and Barricade turned to find that the three mechs in the hanger had come out to see what all the fuss was about.
Barricade checked on Optimus’ position and deemed it was close enough. “Well, let’s go.”
Prowl sighed as he watched his husband take off out into the desert, the team’s medic right behind him. There was a chuckle and Wheeljack placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Well, at least they’re keeping busy while we work,” Wheeljack laughed.
Prowl sighed. “There is that,” he admitted. “A board Jazz is a dangerous Jazz.”
“Where do you suppose they’re going?” Blaster asked confused.
The other two mech shrugged. “How should I know?” Prowl muttered as he turned to go back into the hanger. The others turned to follow him in when Prowl suddenly froze, looking off in the opposite direction of his husbands flight. “What the slag?” he snapped and Wheeljack and Blaster jumped back in surprise as Prowl spun around and began marching away.
“What do you suppose-?” Blaster began only to be interrupted by Wheeljack’s cursing as the engineer saw what it was that had caught Prowl’s attention.
“Slag it! Where do they think they’re going?” Wheeljack snarled as he too whipped around and went after Prowl.
“Huh?” Blaster stared after them in surprise.
“Where are they going?”
Blaster jumped and turned to find that Optimus had arrived and was looking after the two mechs with some confusion. “I don’t know. They just took off.”
“Hmm…” Optimus frowned before his look turned to one of alarm when there was sudden shouting. “Oh Primus, not again,” he muttered and took off after the two, Blaster quickly trailing behind him. The communications officer slowed however as he saw that Prowl and Wheeljack were standing in front of the two larger ‘Cons.
“What the slag do you think you’re going?” Prowl was shouting. “This area is off limits!”
“Why?” Barricade drawled. “I’ve been down there before.”
“Because there are still things down there that we don’t know about,” Wheeljack frowned. “The last thing we need is two armed Decepticons wandering about.”
Ravage chuckled but Soundwave shushed him. “I am simply curious to see the underground base,” he said aloud. “I may be able to help since I was kept in Sector Thirteen’s base.”
“That’s not the point!” Prowl snapped.
“Actually, that may be a good idea,” Optimus said loudly, announcing his presence.
“What?” Prowl whirled around. “You can’t be serious!”
“But he does have a point,” Optimus insisted.
“But to let him go down into the sub-base?” Wheeljack cried. “We haven’t even seen the whole thing yet.”
Barricade calmly stepped back from the group and switched from his master comm. to the alternate. “All clear.”
Sam glanced down at his watch-comm. “Okay, let’s go!”
“This ought to be good,” Bumblebee muttered as he slipped out of his hiding place. Keeping to the shadows, the small group made their way to the main hanger, keeping an eye out just in case.
“I can’t believe that my idea actually worked,” Miles muttered.
“Yeah… neither can I,” Mikaela drawled as they finally stepped into the nice, empty hanger.
“We’re going to have to make this quick,” Bumblebee announced as he set the humans down and quickly got out the box. Everyone turned as ‘Bee opened the lid and slowly lifted out the small shard of the All Spark. “Okay Sam. Be careful.”
Sam just rolled his eyes. “I’ll be with Primus,” he reminded the mech.
“Still,” Bumblebee insisted, worry lacing his tone.
Miles looked at the two in confusion but Mikaela just smirked. “All right you two break it up!” She demanded. “You, go watch the door! You, go talk to Primus!”
The two instantly stepped back. “Yes ma’am,” they said in tandem.
Bumblebee quickly made his way to the door while Sam stepped up to the All Spark. He glanced up at his friends. “Wish me luck,” and he pressed his hands to the cool stone surface.
Sam reared back as he was instantly bombarded with rather loud, blaring music. “Hello?” he called out, trying to be heard over the music. There was no response to him but he could hear Primus’ voice singing along with the female vocalist, though he was rather out of tune. Sam huffed as he weaved his way through the throng of floating blue fireflies bobbing in time with the music. “HELLO!” he tried again.
Sam froze as one of the fireflies suddenly flew up in front of his face. The two stared at one another for a long movement before the bug turned and disappeared into the darkness. The music suddenly cut and Sam sighed in relief as his ears were saved.
“Sammy?” Primus’ voice called out. “What are you doing here?”
Sam sighed as he turned to meet the twin golden optics. “Hello Primus. I’m sorry to disturb you-”
“Never mind about that,” Primus insisted. “Is something wrong?”
Sam cringed. “Err… that depends on your definition.”
Primus’ voice sounded confused the next time he spoke. “What? What are you talking about?”
Sam looked up at the golden optics, trying his best to figure out a way to explain. “You know when you gave me back Jazz’s spark and the sparks all made a run for the exit?” he began tentatively.
Primus’ voice went low. “Yes…” he drawled.
Sam sighed. “Well, one of them made it out.”
“WHAT?” Primus bellowed before his voice dropped again. “I thought I was short…”
“Yeah,” Sam said miserably.
Primus glanced down at the boy. “So what’s happened?”
Sam hesitated. “Well, the one who managed to escape… yeah, that would be Megatron.”
“MEGATRON?” Primus yelped and Sam clamped a hand over his ears. “Sorry,” Primus dropped his tone. “But I should have known,” he grumbled. “Megatron was always too smart for his own good. Why he became High Lord Protector.”
“Yeah,” Sam nodded. “I guess he just slipped out in all the confusion.”
“But I don’t understand. How could he be surviving on the outside? He wasn’t scheduled for a few years yet.”
“Scheduled?” Sam puzzled over this a moment before he shrugged it off. “That’s kind of why I’m here,” he explained slowly. “You see, without a body, Megatron’s spark kind of… bunked up with Frenzy.”
Primus’ optics practically lit up the other world as they brightened in surprise. There was a sudden bitter chuckle. “Well, that would be my fault, though this wasn’t what I intended.”
“What?”
“I’m afraid that in my attempt to help my people, I accidently made it possible for this situation to occur.” There was a sigh. “Unfortunately.”
“So you can fix it?” Sam asked hopefully.
There was a pause. “I’m not sure that I can.”
“But… but you can’t leave them like that,” Sam insisted.
“And you are right,” Primus sighed. “This situation can not possibly be good for either of them.”
“That’s why I needed to speak with you,” Sam explained. “We wanted to see if you would be able to create another body for Megatron.”
Primus was silent for a long moment and Sam thought that he wasn’t going to answer him when Primus’ optics suddenly went dark. “What the-” Sam jerked in surprise as he whirled around to try and locate where the Cybertronion god had gone. The only ones with him however were the field of fireflies as they hovered around him.
Suddenly a gold glow washed over him and Sam whirled around to find that Primus had returned. “You aren’t going to believe this,” Primus muttered.
“What?” Sam jerked in surprise. “Believe what?”
“I just meditated on the situation and saw what is to be,” Primus told him gently. “I’m sorry, but Fate has already chosen his course. There is nothing I can do.”
“WHAT?” Sam gasped jumping to his feet. “So… so you’re just going to leave them like that?” He demanded. “What about Frenzy? Doesn’t he get a chance to live?”
“Yes, but there are certain things that I cannot interfere with,” Primus said softly. “Fate can be rather stubborn.”
Sam just gazed up at the gold optics in disbelief before he collapsed to his knees as the ramifications of what Primus had said finally hit him. “You… you mean there’s nothing we can do?”
A soft breeze ruffled his hair. “I am sorry.”
Sam shook his head. “I just… I just thought that there had to be at least something…” he murmured.
There was a soft chuckle. “And there is,” Sam’s head snapped up as he looked at the golden optics hopefully. “But not right now,” Primus finished.
“What?” Sam stared at the optics in surprise.
There was another soft laugh. “There are still many things yet to be reviled,” the god told him. “Have faith young Sam. All will work out well… Now you’d best get back. I believe you are about to have company.”
Sam looked up at Primus questioningly only to find his eyes meting worried blue optics instead. Sam shook himself out of his surprise as he looked around. He was back in the hanger! “Slag it! He sent me back without explaining anything!” Sam growled. “AGAIN!”
“What?” Bumblebee looked down at the small mech. “What did he say?”
Sam sighed as he stood back up and stretched to get the kinks out of his back from kneeling for so long. “The bad news is that he can’t get us another body for Megatron.”
“What?” Mikaela screeched. “What does he mean that he can’t build him a new body? He’s a God for Crikey’s sake!”
Both boys turned to stare at her in surprise. “ But if that’s the bad news,” Miles turned to Sam, “then what’s the good news?”
Sam sighed. “Well, apparently the situation will work out on its own.”
“What?” Mikaela shouted again. “What does that mean?”
“That’s what he wouldn’t tell me!” Sam groaned. “He just said something about Fate being stubborn and that he couldn’t interfere or something like that,” he sighed.
“And he just sent you back?” Bumblebee frowned.
Sam nodded before his eyes widened. “SLAG!” he yelped as he jumped to his feet and quickly began struggling with the All Spark shard. “He said we were going to have company!”
“Slag!” Bumblebee quickly reached out and snatched the piece from Sam’s arms and practically threw it into its box. “We have to get out of here!”
“But I don’t understand. We covered everyone, didn’t we?” Mikaela puzzled.
“OPTIMUS!” Everyone whirled around in surprise as Perceptor bounded into the hanger. “You are not going to believe this! I am a genius!” The scientist was grinning madly as he looked around for his leader.
Bumblebee cursed under his breath before he took a small step forward, gesturing to the three humans who quickly scrambled into his hands. “Um… Optimus isn’t here,” Bumblebee said loudly.
Perceptor whirled around startled to find Bumblebee there. “Well where is he?” he demanded, his face going from a look of pure elation to frustration in mere seconds.
“Um… I think he’s speaking to Prowl,” Sam supplied.
“WHAT?” Perceptor yelped. “But I have something of the utmost importance to speak to him about.”
“Good, go and find him and get out of my med bay!” a new voice entered the conversation.
They all turned to find Ratchet standing there dragging a hogtied Jazz in behind him. Everyone stared at the two in complete surprise as they took in the multitude of scuff marks and dents that covered the two mechs.
Bumblebee gaped at them. “What happened to you?” he demanded.
There was a soft groan from Jazz. “He caught me! What do you think happened?”
“Oh… right.”
Ratchet huffed. “And it only took me almost a whole month! I can’t believe you would let it go this long!”
Sam was amazed that Jazz was able to shrug with the way he was tied up. “What can I say? I’ve been busy.”
“Slag it Jazz!” Ratchet bellowed before he whirled to glare at the others. “OUT!” he bellowed. “And when you see Optimus, tell him the main hanger is off limits for everyone!”
“But I need to speak to him!” Perceptor shouted. “You won’t believe what I found out!”
“I don’t care!” Ratchet bellowed. “Everyone get out!”
They all quickly complied and Bumblebee was able to send Jazz a small hand signal that showed that the mission was a success. Jazz couldn’t help but grin before the door was suddenly slammed shut and the small group cringed as the door reverberated behind them with the force. “Wow… I think Jazz got him pissed,” Mikaela muttered a bit in awe of the medics anger.
“Oh it’s a bit more than that,” Red chuckled as he and Inferno wandered over.
“Man you should have seen it!” Inferno laughed loudly. “Jazz certainly took Ratchet on a ride and was able to keep just out of reach but he didn’t realize that Red had been out digging again.”
“What?” Red demanded with a frown at the jibe. “The moat works, doesn’t it?”
Inferno looked back down at Red. “Don’t you think they’re a little low tech?”
Red huffed. “Those traps are tried and true! Sometimes it’s best to go old school.”
Perceptor shook his head. “Whatever,” he said haughtily. “I have to find Optimus! He’s just not going to believe this!”
The two fire rigs watched as Perceptor turned and began jogging in the opposite direction still calling out for Optimus. “What’s up with him?” Inferno jerked a thumb in the direction of the third red mech.
“Who knows,” Bumblebee shrugged.
“You think we should have told him where Optimus was?” Sam asked a bit guiltily.
“Where is he anyway?” Red asked as he looked around.
Bumblebee just pointed. “Over there.”
“What the-?” Inferno bellowed. “What are the ‘Con’s doing by the runway?”
“Oh slag it,” Red sighed as the other mech took off towards the arguing group.
“Well, at least they’re not shooting one another,” Mikaela shrugged.
“True,” Red nodded before he turned to give the small group a searching look. “So… what were you guys doing in the main hanger if you knew that Optimus and the others were out here?”
The others all just stared at Red in surprise as they shuffled nervously. “Um… well you see Red… er…” Bumblebee glanced down at the humans.
“We were just trying to… um…” Sam glanced at his friends with a desperate look.
It was actually Miles who turned and looked over at the red security chief with a rather innocent look. “Would you believe us if we told you that we were looking for the gremlins?”
They all stared at him in stunned disbelief as Red seemed to be taken aback. “Um…”
Author's Note: I hope that it made sense! I was worried about Primus' explination! Well please join us tomorrow for chapter Ninety One: Sunny's Surliness
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