It had watched its creations fight for too long. So, it chose the only path it deemed appropriate. It remained dormant. Callously ignoring the pleas and questions, the cries for help. The painful stings of slaughtered sparks had stopped hurting long ago. It had welcomed the numbness, the unfeeling, with figurative open arms.

However, on the occasional time it became bored, it would produce one sparkling, maybe two. Always a mech. Always. After the massacres, femmes were scarce. And it intended to keep it that way. It was a punishment for all of them. As they died a slow, pain filled extinction.

It had made sure, that just as its creations had begun to look at it with new hope, the sparkling would perish. Suddenly and without warning. Another lesson; but what it was, well it wasn't sure anymore. Though now, it had lost track of the sparklings. Knowing their sparks were too weak to continue anyways. And again, it stopped altogether. Deciding it was pleased with the excess amounts of energy it now had. This allowed it to be able to do more.

It began travelling occasionally. There were dangers, that it knew, but Primus hadn't spoken, or tried to acknowledge it in such a long time, it decided these trips were worth it. They provided some small entertainment. The Autobot base was closest, so it travelled there first. Watching with non-existent optics. Passing mechs glanced curiously in the direction it rested. Sensing the presence of their true creator, however, it seemed only All Spark-born mechs could sense this, though several femme-born mechs did look over to see what their comrade was staring at.

Something passed it. Stopped and turned back, facing the corner which it was watching from. The being was small. Very much so. But, it was impossible. They had all died so quickly after creation, hadn't they? Apparently not. It turned its gaze downwards to look at the sparkling. Cerulean optics stared up at the energy they couldn't see. The tiny yellow mech tilted his head to one side quizzically. It felt something akin to a small smile crossing over it for a fleeting second. The sparkling seemed to have felt this as well and giggled quietly, the small horn-like appendages on his head flitting up and down. The All Spark lowered itself slightly so the mechling did not have to strain his neck plating to try and see it. The sparkling, who still needed to train his helm upwards shuttered his optics and began happily babbling nonsense in sparkling tongue. Suddenly, the tiny mechs arms came up, stretching towards the invisible entity. The All Spark felt another smile-like wave glancing silently over it.

The sparkling, obviously disgruntled at the lack of response he got and grunted, stretching up now, onto the tips of his pedes. The pleading look shining from the lights of his optics. The All spark, while using several invisible tendrils of energy to keep the sparkling from falling over, also washed a wave of calm over him.

'I am sorry, young one. But I cannot carry you.' The sparkling looked up questioningly, 'I do not know if you are old enough to truly recognize-'

"Spark." The mechling interrupted, the singular word followed by a string of indefinable clicks and whistles. He continued to jabber on.

'So, you do recognize, or at the very least, understand. Fascinating, though I am also surprised you have lived this long. The others did not make it so far. Your spark is stronger than theirs.' The sparkling gave an indiscernible smile up at the invisible presence.

'What is your designation, young one?' The sparkling tilted his helm yet again, twittering. 'If you cannot pronounce it out loud yet, just think it, I will hear you young one.' He chirped once. The quiet murmuring in the back of the sparklings processor became louder.

"B-Bum'lebee!" The sparkling simultaneously pointed to himself seeming quite pleased.

"Spark." He pointed upwards.

'Very good, little one.'

"Bumblebee! There you are; I've been searching everywhere." A black, burly mech came forward. Bumblebee glanced back, recognition flashing in his optics. This was the mech he identified as his caretaker, Ironhide. However, he turned back to the wall, looking up, even as the Weapon's Specialist scooped him up.

"What are you looking at?" Ironhide's optics followed the sparklings gaze to the blank wall.

"Spark." The mechling chirped, pointing at the wall. "Spark."

"Spark, huh? What has Ratchet been feeding you?"

It watched as the sparkling was carried off, quite possibly for a checkup, before sending one last burst.

'Do not fret little Bumblebee. I shall return, eventually.' And with that, returned to its cube shaped hold, the last thing it heard was the small sparkling repeating the word 'Spark' to his caretaker before the silent darkness of its shell enveloped it.

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And so begins 'Prelude to Chaos'! Sorry it's a tad short. Though the next installment may go even further back, to the true prelude to chaos. But included in this chapter, a short explanation as to why the All the way Spark had healed Bumblebee in the movie.

Please R&R, constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated.

~Tucx