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All Barricade remembered was his celphone slipping from his hand and flipped closed when it hit the floor. A cold fear ran through his blood as he trembled. The call hit him hard as he stood at his desk after he shot up listening to the news. A fellow officer knocked on his open door and made him tense returning to reality.
He looked at the officer before picking up his celphone and grabbing his jacket and passed him without a word. It was a private matter. His and his alone. Barricade found, himself, half-running passed other officers on-duty as he made his way out. Tears even welled in the corners of his crimson eyes as he made it to the elevator.
When the door closed and the lift rumbled to life as it descended, he broke down. It was sheer luck they didnt kill him, but still it hurt deep down inside. Not even year has passed since Bee was returned to him after his abduction. His leg bothered him from the sprint to the elevator, bu
Sunrise: Ch. NineSunrise
Bumblebee had dropped Sam and Mikaela off at school earlier that morning. The summer had gone by quickly enough. The Autobots had made sure to keep the two teenagers as safe as possible--especially now that they knew Starscream had targeted them specifically. Bumblebee kept close to Sam and Bluestreak had been assigned to keep careful guard over Mikaela when she and Sam were not together. The gunner, disguised as a Nissan 350Z in his alt mode, was sticking close to the school while classes were in session, parked in the student parking lot on the east side of the building. Bumblebee kept an open communication line with Bluestreak while he went on patrol.
While the Decepticons were not expected to arrive for a couple more months, the Autobots were not taking any risks. Soundwave and Rumble were still around, they were sure, but theyd been too quiet since theyd first been detected on Earth. Optimus had issued the order that everyone
Sunrise: Ch. TenRevenge of the Fallen Disclaimer: You may spot some similarities between this and RoTF, but I am not intentionally slipping in major spoilers. I am not rewriting anything to make this fanfic fit in with the sequel.
Upon entering the temporary base that Soundwave and Rumble had set up upon their arrival several months ago, the large Decepticon communications officer transformed into his robot mode and slammed a fist into the rock wall of the desolate cavern. The impact caused several bits of the ceiling to fall to the floor, some hitting Soundwave, more hitting the equipment that hed set up long ago to track the Autobots. The Decepticon paid no heed to the rubble that fell over his armor, his processor occupied with that days defeat.
There was a soft, amused laugh from another part of the cavern. Never seen you lose your cool, Soundwave.
Soundwave looked up, his face showing no sign of his surprise a
Loooong overdue prize: Chase- Chase-
Bumblebee was sure that the fight was meant only to distract him. While he knew Barricade meant business with every fight, the actions behind this one felt half-hearted, like there was no true power behind them. He knew, though, that even with no intent behind the attacks, there was still danger; Barricade was still a Decepticon, no matter if his leader had been taken down, and Decepticons were always dangerous.
Bumblebee dodged another swing, but only just. The long metal claws that Barricade wore over his right hand snagged the young mans shirt, shredding the fabric and leaving thin red lines on the skin beneath. Blood seeped slowly from the wounds, staining the bright yellow cloth and Bumblebee jumped back, covering the wound with his other hand. Unearthly blue eyes glared up at the Decepticon and they were met with Barricades own crimson eyes.
Why do you still fight? Bumblebee asked him, suddenly.
Barricades gaze intensified. You
Transformers: Sleep Gently-Sleep Gently-
It was nice, Barricade reflected as he held Bumblebee; nice to have a warm body against his, the weight of the younger man against his chest. Barricades fingers ran through his young lovers soft blond hair, stroking gently at the silky strands. A light chuckled escaped his lips as Bumblebee leaned closer against him, nuzzling sleepily at his chest.
Barricade reached down, pulled up the blanket that had fallen to the floor and covered the blond with it. Theyd spent the evening together, finding a way to get away from their respective teammates to take a few precious hours and make them their own. Though they were on opposite sides of the war, Barricade and Bumblebee had been undeniable drawn to each other. They kept it a secret, unwilling to let the others separate them.
Though how much longer their relationship would remain a secret was yet to be seen. Bumblebees comrades were getting suspicious of where the young scout disappeared to. The
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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