A/N: So sorry for any errors! It's early morning here for me so my brain isn't awake lol. I'll go back and fix them later on. Thank you.

"S-sir...?" Clinton dared to whisper after at least 40 minutes of silence. Well, besides the rain they had encountered. Which stopped a few moments ago, much to Barricades pleasure. The police cruiser revved it's engine in annoyance. Humans and they're unnecessary ramblings...

"What is it, fleshling?" Barricade rumbled, trying his very best to be patient.

"Who are you? What are you? How come you know my name? Where are you taking me? How com-." Clinton rambled nervously yet curiously.

"Enough!" Barricade shouted. Clinton flinched and leaned back against the seat. He bit his lip and fiddled with the hem of his shirt. He looked to the window again, watching the landscape go by. They seemed to be in the middle of no where but only the highway told him otherwise. There was nothing but grass and trees surrounding them, hardly any exit close to each other.

Clinton felt very lost and very scared. He was trapped inside this evil robot who had a bad temper, and he was alone. Clinton had to repeatedly remind himself to calm down.

He really wanted some comfort or someone to speak to of sorts. It always seemed to ease the tension he felt so uncomfortable in. "Deep breaths, think of what you want to say first, and relax. Then you can tell me", his mother had told him before.

He hadn't really followed that instruction his mother offered him. Perhaps bothering the bot who kidnapped him wasn't such a great idea after all...

"I'm sorry..." He mumbled. Barricade let out a forced sigh. Barricade couldn't grasp the boys bravery. He tried to speak to him? The hostage trying to make conversation with him? Barricade wanted to laugh it just made no sense! Did the boy want him to kill him? Did he know the situation he was in? The trembling from boy showed he did, so why did he act this way?

"Why do you speak to me," Barricade asked lowly. Clinton looked to the front seat in alarm.

"Cause I have no one else to talk to." He spoke quietly out of fear.

"I told you to remain quiet."

"And I asked why you took me!" Clinton shouted, very frustrated. Tears began to swell up in his eyes.
His hand banged against the seat in front of him.

"I said no hitting me!" Barricade snapped, getting more annoyed by the second.

"You're ignoring me!" Clinton cried, his voice cracking. "If you're taking me away from my family and friend then at least tell me why!" Clinton screamed. "I'm scared and I just ask for a conversation, is that so much to ask for!?" Clinton kicked the seat in front of him in pure frustration and Barricade slammed on the brakes. Clinton lurched forward and hit his face against the headrest in front of him.

"Get out."

"You didn-."

"Get out!" Barricade snapped, a loud rev making Clinton jump. Clinton unbuckled and hopped out as the door was opened for him. Barricade transformed and Clinton fell onto his bottom in the wet grass as he forced as digit to his face. "Let me make myself clear, boy. You will listen to me from here on out. So that means when I tell you to do something, do it. That means no hitting me, no talking, and no more leaking. It leaves gross human stains on my seats. Understand?" Barricade snarled, his face coming close to him in warning. Clinton gulped and felt a stray tear escape his eye. He began crab walking further into the mud so he could create distance between them.

Barricade only stepped forward.

"Yes sir...B-But can't I just-."

"No, you can't. Because I'm bigger than you and I am your captor, me, Barricade. You do what I say!" Barricade slammed a fist into the dirt beside Clinton. Clinton fell and curled up into a ball, shielding his face. Barricade felt very satisfied with his response. Barricade began to smirk but he heard a small mummur from below him. Barricade leaned down further to the boy. The wet dirt sinking into his servos as he placed his weight forward.

"Speak up, boy." Barricade grunted.

"You're such a jerk." Clinton spoke through a muffle. Barricade snorted.

"Is that supposed to be an insult?" He looked to the trembling human. Clinton curled tighter into himself.

"No, but I figured you should know your acting like one. People don't like jerks."

"I hardly care if people like me. I perfe-."

"You should." Clinton intruppted with a small tone. He was very scared to speak, knowing his was walking on thin ice. But he couldn't stop himself. He had this urge, this desperate need for comfort. So far, he was just responding to his comments. That was enough comfort for him to keep going.

"And why is that?" Barricades engine gave a small rev inside his chest.

"Because you make friends that way." Clinton moved his hand down his face slowly. His eyes peeking out to look at the large red ones.

"I don't want pathetic friends. You know friends do?" Barricade sat on the ground, mud squishing into many parts of his armor. Barricade was starting to not care though, he was trying to make a point. Since the human never seemed to understand what Barricade wanted him to do. He might as well drill some reality into him. That's just as satisfying, because knowing kids, Clinton always believe him. And if not, he'd always be a haunting doubt traveling in Clinton's mind.

"Friends aren't pathetic!" Clinton snapped, getting very angered now. Coming from a boy who only had one person to be his friend, he was a strong believer in them. If he ever lost James, he'd be alone forever. Well...not really but a child's social need would be destroyed. No one wanted to hang out with Clinton. He wasn't the dumbest kid in class, ugly, or even rude. Clinton was very smart.

He excelled at math. His mother thought he was very handsome that even James made a comment during the dance for school when he dressed up. James thought he looked 'sick'. And above all Clinton was the friendliest and most outgoing, he couldn't ever had one mean bone in his body.

So if it wasn't all these, then what was it?

It was because he was Autistic.

Some people didn't know how to talk to people who were on the spectrum and all Clinton ever wanted to say was 'like a regular person'. He supposed Barricade was doing that right now, cause he bet he had no clue he had it. But this wasn't the type of friend he wanted.

Barricade had been cruel this whole time and just shunned him away. Clinton wondered if he was hurting on the inside. Clinton always pushed people away when he was upset.

"Friends are pathetic because you can't ever rely on them," Barricade spoke, almost the softest tone throughout the whole kidnapping ordeal. Or maybe even since the war. "Friends stab you the back right when you have the most hope in them. Friends don't care about you, they only care about themselves. I should know." Barricade crossed his arms and laid them on his knees. His expression was softening. Clinton blinked and slowly uncurled himself.

"Wh-what happened?" He hesitated. Barricade scoffed.

"I wouldn't expect a fleshling like you to understand."

"Yes I can!" Clinton enouraged, he wasn't done with this conversation yet.

"No. I'm not telling you my life story, now get over there on that highway and scrape that organic mud off your shoes," he grumbled. "I don't want you to mess up my interior." Barricade grunted as he began to transform. Clinton got up and wiped his hands on his pants. Barricade rolled out of the mud and onto the highway. It was very empty considering this route wasn't popular on the maps. Barricade was glad for it.

Clinton stomped his feet and tried to scraping what he could off his shoes. He tried his very best so he wouldn't get mad at him later. Barricade waited as he pulled into park and gunned his back tire, spraying mud onto the wet conrete.

"Where are we?" Clinton asked. Barricade wanted to groan but knew by now he didn't give an answer, he'd never shut up.

"We're heading East. That good enough of an answer for you?"

"Not really," Clinton grumbled stubbornly. Barricade threw his gear into drive and rolled up next to him, opening his door.

"Too bad. Get in." He said firmly. Clinton climbed in, glad there wasn't much of a harsh tone to him now. Don't get him wrong, Barricade was very much irratated but he noticed the boy seemed to get angered very easily when ignored. Somehow, that made Barricade step down a notch. He didn't like that.

"Barricade?"

"What?" Came a harsh snap.

"Can we pull over soon? I have to go to the bathroom..."

Barricade was beginning to feel like a babysitter. He only groaned in response.