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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: EEEP! I'm late for work! Still having a few problems with my e-mail account. The slaggers!
Chapter Ninety-Three: Pizza?
Sam sighed as he found himself in the darkened room once again surrounded by fireflies. This was becoming rather ridiculous. After a loud argument on whether or not Soundwave was right, Optimus declared that they should hear it directly from the horses, or Gods, mouth as the case may be. He sighed as his ears were assaulted by loud music once more.
“Hello!” he called out again. “Primus!”
“Where is he?” A rather angry voice demanded and Sam jumped in surprise as Jazz suddenly appeared behind him, visor up and eyes glowing bright as he cracked his knuckles. “I’ll kill him!”
“I think that may be a bit harder than you think considering that he’s a God,” Sam sighed.
“I don’t care! He’s got a lot of explaining to do,” Jazz snarled as he leaned down and allowed Sam to step up into his cupped hand. “I am not a happy mech.”
Sam sighed and shook his head. “Do you think that Soundwave is right?” he asked as they began wandering around, ignoring the thumping beat of the music.
“No idea, but I saw him gesturing to Frenzy at Barricade’s curious look,” Jazz sighed.
Sam blinked in surprise. “Why didn’t I think of that,” Sam groaned. “If Frenzy can hold Megatron, then it can’t have anything to do with me!”
“Got it in one,” Jazz muttered. “It makes no sense and Primus had better explain himself. Now if we could just find the damned slagger…”
Sam rolled his eyes at Jazz’s comments; insulting ones god within their own realm usually was not considered a good idea. Not that they needed to worry about it since Primus was a bit of a nut to begin with. So where was the nut?
“Primus!” Jazz suddenly bellowed. “Where are you now you coward! Come out and take your punishment like a mech!”
“Um… Jazz, I don’t think we want to piss off…” Sam’s eyes went wide. “Er, Jazz?”
“What?” Jazz snarled. “I mean it, I’ll kill him. I’ll-”
Sam cringed as he quickly spoke up, over Jazz’s mutterings. “Um, hey Primus.”
Jazz froze as the music was suddenly cut and there was a low chuckle behind him. “Why hello boys… how nice to see you again so soon young Sam.”
Sam cringed. “Er, yeah.”
Jazz suddenly straightened and turned around to face the gold optics with a dark look from his own gold and blue gaze. “Just where do you get off messing around with my life?”
Primus just looked at him. “Since I gave it back to you in the first place?”
“You gave us the ability to have sparklings! Do you know how this is going to go over when the others finally arrive? They’ll think we’ve been tampered with or something!”
“Well technically-”
“And another thing!” Jazz shouted, interrupting the other Cybertronion. “What about Sector Thirteen and Starscream still hell bent on revenge? Did you think of that?”
“Well, you can’t stop evolution.” Sam could have sworn that Primus was shrugging. “The timing has nothing to do with it.”
“But a baby?” Jazz yelped.
“Well you’re just going to have to adjust,” Primus chuckled.
“I don’t want to adjust! I just want to be normal!”
Sam glanced up at the growling mech apprehensively before he turned to the gold optics. “Um, we were actually sent here with some questions that everyone wants to know…”
“I was sure you would once you found out,” Primus said with a sigh. “Fire away.”
“Why me?” Jazz shouted, beating Sam to the punch.
“Jazz,” Sam frowned.
“What? It’s one of the questions!”
Gold optics glanced from one to the other. “I’m afraid I don’t follow.”
Sam turned back to the other mech. “Why was it only Sunny and Jazz who are carrying sparklings? Why not their partners as well?”
Primus was quiet for a moment and Jazz began tapping his foot. “We’re waiting…” he snipped.
“Well, um… you see… er…”
Sam just gaped up at the orbs as the mech stumbled. “You don’t know, do you?” he yelped in surprise.
“I just put the capabilities there! It’s not up to me who gets to have one! That’s Fate’s problem!”
Jazz boggled. “What do you mean ‘Fate’s problem’? You came up with this stupid plan in the first place.”
“Well it’s not like I had this thought out you know!” Primus shouted back. “When I created Cybertron I thought that the All Spark was the way to help my people grow. At the time, it was the only thing I could think of to help create more of you aside from the First Thirteen! It was the most logical solution to me.”
“What are you talking about?” Sam asked bewildered by the sudden history lesson.
Primus sighed. “You said it yourself Sam. We’re robots. I knew nothing of other planets and thought that’s how everyone continued their race.”
Sam just stared. “WHAT?”
“Hey, I was figuring things out as I went! How was I to know that there was a planet out there in the universe where there was no need for an All Spark?” Primus yelped. “The first time I had a vision of your planet it was already too late and the All Spark system was in place!”
“So you just now decided that with the All Spark gone, you would just fix a serious design flaw?” Jazz yelled in disbelief.
“As long as the All Spark was functional, why not leave it alone?” Primus replied. There was a sigh. “And then you had to go and hurl it into space,” his voice sounded rather disappointed. “So who’s fault is that now?”
“We were trying to keep it from Megatron!” Jazz yelped. “Who we now just learned was under a virus! What the slag is up with that?”
Primus was quite for a long, long moment. “He was?”
Sam and Jazz just gaped. “You mean you didn’t know?”
Primus cringed back at the loud shout in stereo. “Well how was I supposed to know that? He came back to me in his pure state as a spark! He was fine as far as I could tell.”
“So you didn’t fix him?” Sam asked confused.
There was a shift in the darkness as Primus shrugged. “Search me.”
“If we could see ya, we would,” Jazz snarled angrily. “And leave a few presents behind.”
Primus shot the explosives expert a dark look. “Anyway,” he changed the subject, “Megatron’s apparently stuck condition with the mech Frenzy was a complete accident.”
“So wait,” Sam exclaimed suddenly. “Does this mean that Frenzy does have the capabilities to get pregnant too?”
“Yeah, we were wondering if you managed to change everyone or just the ones Sam was in close contact with,” Jazz drawled.
There was another shift in the darkness. “If you’re Aligned, then you have a chance of getting pregnant. I thought this was the logical conclusion.”
“So you’re saying it doesn’t have anything to do with me?” Sam wondered aloud. “Now when I helped save Sunstreaker at the convention center or how I was holding onto Jazz when you sent him back?”
There was a small beat of silence. “Where in the world do you keep getting these notions?” Primus demanded.
Sam sighed. “I have no idea.”
“So what are we going to do with Megatron?” Jazz asked with a frown. “We can’t just leave him in Frenzy. Unless,” Jazz’s optics went bright before he burst out laughing. “Don’t tell me he’s going to end up their kid!”
“What?” Sam burst out laughing as well. “Oh he would never live it down!”
“No, I don’t believe so,” Primus drawled under his own chuckling. “Though it does pose a problem… when you get back could you possibly ask them to refrain from merging until we’ve managed to sort this situation out?”
“What?” Jazz was now completely serious. “There is no way that I’m telling an Aligned couple not to get it on! Uh-uh, no way!”
“You’re going to have to,” Primus sighed. “The strain of sustaining an adult Megatron plus carrying a sparkling may overload Frenzy’s own body and spark. It could kill all of them. Rumble could carry a sparkling but since we don’t know which one the sparkling would attach himself too…”
Jazz sighed. “No, that wouldn’t be good.”
“Indeed,” Primus sighed before there was a small snicker. “Plus, I don’t think young Rumble would be all too keen on the idea of merging with Megatron along with his own mate.” Sam quickly stifled a giggle as Jazz shook his head in amusement.
“So the pregnancies are your doing, but you can’t control who ends up with the child, while at the same time Frenzy can support Megatron because he’s capable of having a sparkling, but until they’re separated, he can’t be with Rumble. Have I got my facts straight?” Sam asked with a small frown.
“As far as I can tell,” Primus nodded.
Sam sighed. “So are there any more surprise that we need to be aware of?” Sam grumbled. “Like Starscream showing up on our door?”
Primus thought about it for a moment. “Well, there isn’t anything that no one knows about at this point, so nope. I would say that’s it.”
“Wonderful,” Jazz muttered as he slumped his shoulders.
There was a momentary pause before Primus spoke again. “I would have thought you would have been happy with this outcome young Jazz. The capabilities to have a child with the one you love. Is that not what the humans always yearn for?”
“I know that I should be happy about this,” Jazz murmured softly. “But I’m just scared; so scared right now.”
Sam looked up at the mech with worry as he patted Jazz’s arm in an attempt to comfort him. “Everyone is scared when they learn they’re going to have a child suddenly. It’s a big responsibility to take care of a baby.”
Primus looked down at Sam thoughtfully but Jazz was already speaking once again. “I never thought about sparklings before,” he said truthfully. “I mean, yeah once in a while I thought it might be a nice idea, but I was single then. Then Prowl got transferred to Optimus’ team and I just knew that he was the one and then we were so busy just being with one another, it never came up. Then the war happened and we couldn’t even think about a child, we were so worried about each other. Then I died in the war…” Sam just continued to stroke Jazz’s arm comfortingly as Primus looked down at the two sadly. “A lot of mechs died… some of them were good friends.”
“Which is why you are so important,” Primus spoke softly.
Jazz looked up at the optics dubiously while Sam just looked confused. “What do you mean?”
Primus sighed. “Did you really think that sparks just appear out of thin air?” he asked them before turning to Jazz. “Your friends are not lost to you. They are here now.”
Sam’s eyes widened as the room suddenly was filled with a bright blue haze as all the fireflies shined bright blue all at once before once again going dim and floated around lazily like before. “This is everyone from Cybertron?” Sam asked amazed as he looked around the room at the thousands of insects.
“A good number of them anyway,” Primus let out a small snort. “I’ve got more in the back.”
“It was Megatron who I heard the first time I was here, so I suppose it makes sense,” Sam said dazedly as he reached out and streaked one of the firefly’s that had flown close enough for him to touch. Sam frowned when he saw it had a broken wing. “What happened to him?” he asked.
“Ah,” Primus sighed as he looked down at the firefly that Sam was petting. “He’s a bit of a misfit that one,” he explained quietly. “He doesn’t seem to fit in.”
Sam let out a bitter chuckle. “Poor guy. I understand how he feels.”
Even Jazz reached out with his free hand to run a finger down the back of the bug which let out a strange, happy chirp as it flew even closer to Sam, letting out a loud trill. Sam chuckled as he continued petting the firefly happily though he frowned at the small item the spark carried with him. “So all of these sparks will be sent to be reincarnated?”
There was a whimper from Jazz. “I don’t think I’ll be able to make it.”
Both Sam and Primus laughed at this. “You won’t be alone in this,” Primus snickered. “I know it will take a few centuries or so. You can’t rush things like this.”
“Thanks for that at least,” Jazz sighed.
Sam frowned as he looked at all the fireflies. “Wait. Are they all going to live on Earth?” he suddenly questioned. “At the same time?”
Jazz glanced at the lights as well. “He has a point you know,” he murmured. “This is the population of an entire planet here. In case you haven’t noticed, Earth’s already kind of filled up.”
There was a sigh. “Well I had hoped that you would try and find your own place to live,” Primus told them.
Jazz thought about this but amazingly Sam was the one who was nodding. “He’s right. You guys can’t stay on Earth forever. At least not stay and keep yourselves a secret from the rest of the population.”
“Indeed,” Primus agreed. “There are always those who will resent your presence like those of Sector Thirteen.”
“But…” Jazz frowned. “We could at least stay a little while… I mean, there are only a few of us for now.”
Primus “blinked”. “Um… right. Only a few of you…”
“We could at least stay on Earth until we’re reunited with our other teams,” Jazz pressed on, with a small glance down at Sam. “We know for certain that Smokescreen’s team made it along with a few others.”
“I suppose that could be acceptable,” Primus agreed grudgingly.
Jazz suddenly let out a bark of laughter, startling the other two. “Did you change them as well or only the ones on Earth?”
“Pardon?” Primus stared down at him.
“You know… the ability to have kids!” Jazz snickered.
Primus gasped. “Oh slag! I think I did.”
Jazz promptly began laughing harder. “Poor First Aid! He’s about to get bombarded in surly, agitated mechs!”
Primus sighed. “That may or may not be a good thing with them still floating around in space. I’ll have to look into it.”
Jazz just snickered as he was absorbed in his thoughts. “Oh God! Tracks!” Sam just stared up at Jazz completely puzzled as he had no idea whom Jazz was speaking about, but it seemed as if Jazz wasn’t about to enlighten him.
“If that’s taken care of, is there anything else you wished to speak to me about?” Primus asked as he looked at his visitors.
Jazz seemed to get his laughter under control, barely, as he looked up at the golden optics. “I think that about does it,” he snickered again.
“Good. Well then, I’d best be sending you back on your way. Hope to see you again.”
“Wait!” Sam suddenly cried out. “What about the Decepticons? Could you at least tell us if they’re on Earth? Where’s Starscream? Do they have their own base of operations? What about-”
Sam blinked as he suddenly found himself once more kneeling on Optimus’ desk staring up at a barrage of bright blue optics staring down at him curiously. Sam scowled as he turned to Jazz. “The damn slagger cut me off! Again!”
Barricade stared down at the small human in complete shock at the swear word. “I think we’re corrupting him,” he said looking over at Jazz.
“Sam’s right though! Next time I see him I’m going to pound him into mangled tin, I swear!” Jazz bellowed, startling the ‘Con with the fierceness of it.
“Good luck considering he doesn’t even have a body,” Sam sighed as he stood and once more stretched to get the kinks out. “By the way? Was it me or was that spark carrying a dart?”
Jazz frowned. “I thought I saw a board there. Thought I was imagining it.”
Soundwave just looked over to Barricade curiously. “Are you sure that they’ve been speaking to Master Creator Primus himself?”
Barricade just shrugged.
“It’s about time!”
Thundercracker looked up at the shout from the other side of the quarry and he glanced over at Runabout curiously. “What do you think that’s all about?” he asked the enforcer.
Runabout simply looked up in the direction of Starscream’s shout and shrugged. “How should I know? I’m all the way over here,” he replied as he went back to fiddling with a spare part he had pulled from one of the human’s machines.
Thundercracker scowled. “Then why don’t you go find out?” he growled.
“Why don’t you?” Runabout snapped back with a frown. “I’m busy!”
“And I’m stuck,” Thundercracker hissed as he pointed to the mech still snoozing away in his lap. “And keep your voice down! The last thing we need his him woken up again.”
Runabout cringed at the reminder. Who knew that Skywarp could be so cranky when he was woken too early? “All right… all right, I’ll check it out,” Runabout sighed as he set the small piece aside and heaved himself to his feet.
Thundercracker just scowled after him as he disappeared around the corner. “Slagging idiot,” he growled before he went back to gently stroking Skywarp’s head. Skywarp just sighed as he settled himself down and continued to sleep restfully.
Runabout, for his part was surprised to find most of the other ‘Cons were standing around a rather odd structure at the far end of the quarry. “What the slag is that?” he demanded stepping up next to Runamuck.
“Don’t look at me; I just got here myself,” the other mech chuckled as he quickly leaned against his partner.
Runabout just frowned as he snagged his mates hand and dragged him towards the group of Constructicons standing around. “What in the name of Primus is that thing?” he called out.
“We finally managed to get it done!” Scrapper announced cheerfully as he ran over to the two. “It only took us like, forever!”
“What?” Runamuck looked over at the smaller mech baffled. “Got what done?”
Scrapper just smiled as he pointed to the rather large tower behind him. “We finally got an approval from Starscream for one of the plans and we got it finished overnight! I tell you, I am exhausted!”
“Well good for you,” Runabout drawled as he looked up at the rather tall tower. “What is it?”
“What?” Scrapper gasped. “What do you mean ‘what is it’? It’s a base of course.”
Runamuck gazed up at it in disbelief. “You’re kidding.”
Scrapper just sighed. “I know it’s nothing spectacular but it was the best we could do in the short time we had.”
“Look at it this way,” Scavenger said as he wandered over. “At least we have a better shelter out of the rain.”
Scrapper suddenly got a horrified look as he whirled around to look up at the tower. “Slag it! I knew I forgot something! We need a lightning rod!”
“We’re made of metal, I would say so,” Thundercracker spoke as he wandered over with a sleepy Skywarp right behind him, yawning.
“Hey. What’s all the excitement about guys?” Skywarp asked before he looked over at what everyone was looking at. His optics brightened. “It’s purple!’ he said gleefully.
“Yes… I noticed that too…” The group turned to find Starscream had wandered over, Hook right behind him. “And why is it purple?”
Scrapper shrugged. “It was the only paint we had left.”
“I like it!” Skywarp smiled as he looked up at the tower.
“I can’t believe our new base is purple,” Long Haul muttered as he looked up at the building. “Why did we think that was a good idea?”
“Scrapper just kept writing notes on the actual tower and since it was the only paint we had, the only way to cover up all the scribbles was to just paint the whole thing,” Scavenger sighed.
Long Haul just glared at him. “Thank you for the quick review of last week’s episode.”
“What was wrong with my notes?” Scrapper demanded and the other two mechs just stared back at him pointedly.
“They were everywhere,” Long Haul drawled.
“Is it me, or is it lopsided?” Thundercracker drawled as he looked up at the large building.
“What?” Scrapper cried again as he whirled around in surprise. “That’s impossible. The foundation was perfect.”
“Unfortunately, that was before the rain came through again,” Mixmaster sighed as he too wandered over. “We may want to do a quick survey before actually occupying it.”
Scrapper scowled. “Slag it.”
Starscream just looked up at the thing. “It looks like the leaning tower of Pisa,” he snarled.
The other ‘Cons looked over at him puzzled. “The tower of food?” Scavenger stated confused. “I don’t get it.”
Starscream scowled. “Just fix it!” he bellowed at them.
“And we will fix it!” Scrapper shouted back with a frown. “It’s just going to be a bit longer than planned but at least we now have an actual building now!”
“Um… not for long.” Everyone whirled around at Hook’s words and the mech just pointed upward with a long sigh. “Incoming,” he said before he dove for the mud.
“Slag it! Misfire you nut job!” Scrapper shouted as he spied the incoming jet. “Look out for the tower!”
“Everyone take cover!” Thundercracker ordered as he snagged Skywarp and just brought him down to the ground.
Starscream was the only one who didn’t hit the ground as he just stood there and sighed while he watched the incoming jet swerve and weave a while before he righted and headed on a straight path right for the tower that the Constructicons had finally just completed. Misfire stayed on a crash course before he seemed to realize exactly where he was headed and suddenly veered to avoid the large, purple building.
He managed to miss the thing but Starscream knew to just wait for it. Sure enough, one of Misfire’s missiles disconnected as he made the sharp turn and fell, right on to the newly constructed crooked tower. “I hate my life,” Starscream groaned as the tower exploded in a flash of light and a large mushroom shaped plume of smoke.
-To Be Continued

Author's Note: Man it seems like forever since we were last with the D-cons. Please join us next time for chapter Ninety Four: If It's Not One Thing...
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