AN: Thanks for continuing to read this story and any reviews! X) Edited 8/24/12
Barricade was irritated. He was surprised by the gall the fleshy dared to show after he found out that the Cybertronian was alive, and then the next day when he didn't appear at the time Barricade had ordered him to. He could easily kill the impudent fleshy, and he was positive that the annoying creature knew that. So the fact that the fleshy acted that way threw the Decepticon's processor for a loop.
He sat there in silence up until noon, waiting as patiently as he could for the fleshy, before grinning internally and deciding that the insect deserved to be scared a bit for making him wait. He changed into his bipedal form, setting himself down to wait. He didn't have to wait long until he could hear the fleshy making it's way to where he had found the Cybertonian. Using his advanced systems he estimated just where the tiny little creature would come through the shrubbery, and lent his face to right about there.
"You're late!" he boomed, just as the fleshy came through and stopped in shock at seeing him. That shock didn't last long at all.
"That is so cool! You're huge! Eyes, oops I mean optics, are red, very nice touch. Makes you look even more badass. Not that you needed it, but I think the Autobot blue would definitely take your badass-ness done half a notch. Face is very pointy. Ouch looking." Miles rambled, grinning up at the shocked Decepticon. The teen rocked back and forth on his heels a bit, head tilted to get a better look.
Barricade sat back just to examine the fleshy, watching as Miles swung his back pack on to the ground and stepped closer to the Decepticon. He didn't feel as surprised as he should by the fleshy's reaction, finding that the fleshy acting surprising wasn't surprising at all. If he had acted the way Barricade had expected him to then he probably would have been more surprised. Then again, if he had acted anything like Barricade had ever expected to, he wouldn't even be here again today.
Great, he mused, Starscream must have somehow glitched my processor. There's no way I'm just that used to the disgusting fleshy.
Miles cracked his fingers, standing near one of Barricade's feet. He took a moment to look the Decepticon over with curious eyes, circling around him to examine his back. He guessed that if Barricade bothered to stand up he'd be about 17 feet tall, but how wide he'd be Miles had no idea. From the looks of it he didn't think a Cybertronian could be fat, but he certainly wasn't going to ask or even bring the matter of weight up. He didn't want to become a pancake just to find out that Cybertonian mechs didn't like talks about their weight. He noted how the finger like appendages ended in claws, and didn't spend much time thinking what Barricade could have used them for.
"So, whatcha want me to do, Barry? I don't have long, gotta get home and do my homework." Miles came to a stop in front of the mech, craning his neck to look up at him.
Barricade glared down at the fleshy, "My name is Barricade, fleshling."
"And my name is Miles," Miles replied easily, not fazed by the glare in the least. "Not fleshling, fleshy, human, insect, squishy, soon-to-be-pancake, or whatever else you might call me."
"Fine, human designated as Miles, you will be able to get at even more under my armor this way. Tomorrow, perhaps, you can help me with some dents." Barricade made it sound like it was something Miles should be honored to do.
Miles let out an exasperated sigh, happy that his name was at least somewhere in there. When a large and clawed hand suddenly wrapped around him he let out a very manly squeak, if you asked him. If you asked Barricade that'd be a whole other matter, of course.
Barricade drew Miles up close to his face, letting his air vents blow air on him. Miles, examining his facial structure curiously, tentatively reached out and touched one of the Decepticon's face plates. When Barricade didn't pull him away he allowed his hands to explore a bit, enjoying the feel of the smooth alien metal even when he did run across one of the sharp edges.
"Hmm, I'm not as disgusted as I thought I would be. I find your touch tolerable." Barricade sounded somewhat surprised, while Miles just let out a snort.
"Way to kill the mood man. I'd 'preciate it if you stopped man handling me and put me down." Miles complained, squirming in Barricade's grip.
Making a small grunt of confirmation, Barricade laid down on his back, setting Miles on his chest plates. Once the teenager steadied himself, the Decepticon instructed him on a few things to do, getting Miles to give him the Cybertronian equivalent of a massage on tense or overworked muscles.
He let the tiny creature work as he ran diagnostic scans on himself, searching for anything else that might need attended to quickly. He was surprised to find all of his Guardian protocols turned on. That at least helped to explain why he wasn't as disgusted by the fleshy as he would have been previously, and why he was so used to the tiny creature's presence. Next he ran a scan of the area, making sure no stupid Autobots were out and about anywhere near to him. It wouldn't stop him from making a pancake out of the teen if he got too annoying, though.
He might be getting used to the fleshy and find him tolerable, but that didn't mean he wouldn't get a kick out of scaring the tiny creature. His first attempt had been foiled, and he hardly counted startling the fleshy when he grabbed him. He had yet to tell the fleshy of their holoforms, and quietly activated his to appear behind Miles.
Barricade's holoform was male, and tall, towering over Miles by about a foot. He already had a set image, but the organic mech with a mustache was one all Decepticon's were supposed to take if needing one, and he didn't much feel like using that one anymore. He went mustache less, checking out a new face on the internet and manipulating the nanites just how he wanted them. He kept it simple, red eyes and short black hair in a police uniform to match his alt mode. Smirking to himself, he reached out and grabbed Miles' arm, laughing when the teen jumped and nearly lost his balance, the only thing keeping him in place being Barricade's grip on his arm.
"And here I was hoping for another one of your oh so manly squeaks," Barricade taunted, a smirk on the holoform's face.
"Dude! Fuck you." Miles huffed, glaring at Barricade, before the teen adopted a thoughtful look. "You have way too much time on your hands if you get entertained by playing scare the human. You should try out some movies or TV shows on the net. I do have school, and some days I might not be here at all to entertain you, because I also have a life and a family."
Barricade gave that some thought, and deciding that Miles might be right, growled. "You're lucky you're at least a little right, flesh-Miles. I still need to lay low for about a week or so, make sure the auto-idiots think I'm disposed of before I make a brake for it. As much as I hate to see what you pathetic things come up with, I can't exactly do anything to entertain myself without drawing attention…"
Miles felt proud of himself, having succeeded in hopefully curbing any further attempts of scaring him. The Decepticon's holoform dissolved, which Miles found more than a little creepy, but at least it gave him back his arm. By now the teen was beginning to think Barricade always talked with a growl. Miles went back to work on the 'con, suggesting one of the stupidest movies he could possibly think of to Barricade.
A few hours later, Barricade had already accused Miles of sending him to the stupidest, most likely to kill brain cells, thing he could think of. He asked what movies and shows Miles really liked, and doing a quick search about their contents, was satisfied about his answer, resolving to give some of them a try later.
Miles gingerly climbed off of Barricade, going and picking up his backpack. He paused in thought, and turned to the Decepticon with a questioning look.
"If I can't come for some reason, how am I supposed to tell you?" he asked, slinging his backpack onto one shoulder.
"Give me your phone." Barricade said, letting his holoform reappear and holding out a hand to receive the device.
Hesitating for only a moment, Miles took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to him. He watched as Barricade used the holoform to mess with his phone. He assumed he was just adding his contact information, but then back tracked to wonder how the Decepticon could even have something for Miles to contact him by.
He shook his head to clear it of the thought, deciding it best to not think of and just accept it. He took his phone back and scrolled through the contacts, finally finding one that he was certain was Barricade. After all, Officer Barry Cade was kind of a dead giveaway. He changed the contact to Officer Barry Ticon, that way if for whatever reason Sam, Mikaela, or one of the Autobots got a hold of his phone they wouldn't be able to guess so easily who the contact was. At least that was what he hoped.
"Alright, goodbye then, Barry!" Miles smirked up at the 'con before beating a hasty retreat behind some bushes. He laughed when he heard Barricade growl in frustration, following the trail back to the road that would eventually lead him to his house.