A/N: So, long story short. Bumblebee's Boy is a very LONG story. And I realize that I need a little break in-between the already written first half, and the second half of the story which is coming up next. As a result, I have decided to write this shorter story before proceeding to write the second (even longer) half of "Bumblebee's Boy". Rest assured, once this much shorter story is done (no chapter count exactly, but trust me, it will probably not exceed 30-40 chapters), I will return to complete Trevor and Bee's story. But until then, I'd like to introduce you all to a plot bunny I have been dying to write. :3

Basically just bare in mind that the first three Transformers movies but with Bluestreak, and the characters James and Rita West being in there. AOE is NOT canon to this, and things will have gone MUCH differently after Chicago.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Transformers. The only thing I own here is my OCs: Scott West, and anyone else who may appear that is not from canon.

PAIRINGS: OptimusxElita, IronhidexChromia, essentially canon pairings. There will be no CanonxOC or OCxOC relationships in this one.

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CHAPTER 1
A Shift in Plans

"You're telling me they just... Left him there?"

"Didn't even tell him they were. They just did it."

"The poor kid, does he have any other family?"

"I don't know, I can't even get a hold of this one. They called me."

Scott West barely stared up with his cascade blue eyes as the man and woman spoke in hushed tones. He didn't know why, it wasn't like the ten year old couldn't hear him, after all, he could hear them loud and clear. He wasn't entirely sure why Aunt Colleen and Uncle Henry had dumped him on the park bench, but he knew that he'd never see them again. Not that he minded much, though the young couple had raised him since he was around two, they were far from nice to him. The way they made fun of, and often ridiculed him, he would say was even cruel. But since they were all he'd known he had next to his parents and a friend from back in the "good days" he had no idea what would happen to him now.

He blew a strand of his dingy black hair away from his face, using it to entertain himself as he continued to listen in on his social worker and her boss. Would they send him to live with a friend of his parents, to foster care? The latter scared him, as Uncle Henry had often threatened to send him there like it was some sort of terrifying option. What was it like? Could he go to the same school? Have the same friends? He hugged his backpack to his thin, pale body, and rested his head on top of it.

God, he was scared.

"Scott?" He didn't budge as his social worker, Diane, made her way towards him. "Sweetheart, I know you're going through a tough time."

"H-H-H-H," Dang his stutter, Scott hated that he was born with it, but no matter how much he did, it never went away. "H-How would you know?" He questioned, his eyes faintly traveling up to the kind looking older woman. "T-T-They hated me."

She frowned at that, her eyes filling with the same sympathy Scott had seen for the past few hours. He hated that too, he wasn't porcelain, he wouldn't break, after all, he was a tough little guy to even survive the home he'd lived in. But no one saw that, they only saw a little orphan who had just been abandoned by the only family he had. All because of disabilities that he had never asked to be born with. "I need you to at least try and co-operate with me, Scott," Diane seated herself in the chair next to him in the department of social services, and looked over at him. "We're trying everything we can to find someone to take you. Don't worry, it shouldn't take long. We have a few names, a few really nice people."

"N-N-N-N-Not a home," Scott breathed out. "I don't want to go to a h-home," He shook his head. "Scary."

"We're not looking at a foster home for you, Scott," Diane told him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "We're trying to get hold of someone who knew you, and your parents. Do you remember their friend, Bluestreak?" She questioned, making Scott's ears perk up just a little. "Maybe you were a little too young when they passed... He hasn't been able to see you since you were five, but he calls in to check all the time."

Scott only faintly remembered the Bluestreak that Diane was talking about. He was one of the Autobots that had landed on Earth in 2007, the ones that had been exposed to the world in 2009, and had fought hard alongside his dad at NEST before it was deactivated after Chicago. When his father had died in Chicago, when he was only one, he remembered Bluestreak, who had served as his car and guardian being around often. The memory of a smile sometimes flashed by, or a playful voice from a time long forgotten. But after his mother had died in an accident at work when he was two, the memories seemed to lessen.

He'd always gotten the feeling his aunt and uncle had disliked Bluestreak. After his parents died he went to live with the other Autobots in a small city named "Autobot City" just outside of California. And he remembered visiting once or twice when he was three and four, seeing his lavish apartment, and enjoying the time they spent. But after he'd turned five, his aunt and uncle no longer kept contact with the Autobot after his fifth birthday party, ignoring his existence until he was little more than a fleeting memory Scott sometimes believed he had made up. Would he even remember him now? It'd been so long, and the Autobots were so busy that he almost doubted it. But a part of him wanted to believe that someone out there cared, someone out there would want him.

Only for the doubt to come back again and again, why would he want him? Because he loved him? No one loved him, not since his parents had died. No one cared, or looked at him with anything but pity. So why on Earth would this mech who he hadn't seen in five years care? "I-I-I remember," Scott finally managed, saying no more.

It was becoming clear that Diane was realizing she'd get very little more out of the ten year old. She sighed loudly, and stood to her feet. "Alright then, I'm going to keep trying," She said quietly, her eyes never leaving him. "If you need anything, please don't hesitate to come and get me," She added.

And then the door to her office closed again, leaving Scott to continue to sit there silently. Contemplating his fate, contemplating Bluestreak, and most of all, continuing to inwardly worry about where things would go from here.

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Bluestreak grunted quietly, turning onto his side as the comm link beeped for the third time. It was almost three in the morning, long after anything that the Autobots had to do, and definitely not the signal of Optimus or Prowl, and thus he tried to ignore it. Even being a chatterbox, he did not like, nor desire speaking to anyone that early. But whoever it was was persistent, even as he tried to snuggle deeper into his recharge berth, and ignore it. The grey sniper finally gave in around the fifth time it rang, his optics drowsily onlining as he sat up.

What could anyone want at this early an hour? He only could think of a very few things, none of them good. Had something happened to Prowl or Smokescreen? His doorwings twitched at the very thought of either of his brother's being hurt, and he tensed. Quietly, he turned on his comm link, murmuring to himself a moment before answering. "You've reached the line of Bluestreak, sniper for the Autobots," He commented. "If you're looking for a long chat, can I suggest calling some time more reasonable? Earth's sun isn't even in the sky yet."

"Bluestreak, it's Diane."

Bluestreak's doorwings perked up, and his optics fully onlined at the answer. Diane? He knew exactly who she was, being he had kept in good touch with Scott's social worker, but the hour now concerned him even more. What was wrong? Was Scott hurt? Was Scott dead? His processor raced as he pulled himself onto his feet. "Diane? What's wrong? It's really, really early you know," Bluestreak commented. "Did something happen to Scotty? Was he hurt? I swear to Primus I've tried to keep the Decepticons off their tail. If they got a hold of-."

"Bluestreak, Scott's fine and here with us," Bluestreak's optics narrowed with confusion, what was the boy doing there? "I hate to say this to you, Bluestreak. Especially because I know you wanted to trust them to raise him..."

"What did Colleen and Henry do?"

He didn't want to believe they'd do anything, in truth. James West, his closest human friend had always trusted his brother with his life. Even if Bluestreak had always been listed as Scott's godfather, this was the entire reason he'd given Scott over to his aunt and uncle in the first place. He'd seemed to have a safe, stable home with them, and though they never let him see Scott, he at least knew he was safe. "A couple of hours ago, we got a call that Scott had been left at a park bench. They... Told me that they'd had enough, and couldn't "take it" anymore."

Bluestreak stiffened a little, his doorwings drooping quietly. "Poor Scotty" was the first thing that came to mind, given how scared and upset the boy must have felt at that moment. The second was that he wanted to run down the aunt and uncle he'd trusted with something so precious for doing such a cruel thing. But the third, and final thought that came to mind was the one the grey mech voiced over the comm. "How's he doing?" Bluestreak questioned. "Primus, I can't even imagine how he's feeling right now. Have you already sent him to a foster home? Is he settled in okay?" He questioned. "Primus, can I see him? I really, really think he needs a friendly face right now."

"Bluestreak, you know I can't send him to a foster home with your consent," Bluestreak chewed his lower metal lip quietly. "You're still his godfather, and since they've abandoned him... That yet again puts the ball in your court," The praxian crossed his arms, his optics now looking to the ceiling. "I can find him an emergency foster placement, but I can't promise it'll be tonight."

Bluestreak couldn't believe this was happening, it wasn't supposed to be like this. Especially not when he had promised James, and later, Rita, that Scott would have a good life if anything happened to them. He'd thought he'd delivered, and now yet again, he had a tough decision ahead of him. The first time, the answer had been easy, he was an Autobot, and Scott had a family to go to, one that could give him a more normal, if not stable life. Now, in little more than eight years, he was without that, without anybody.

He really wasn't sure what to think about the ball being in his court this time. Did he let Scott go to a foster home? He couldn't keep his promise to his deceased, and dear friends if he did that. But he could keep the promise to himself, to let Scott have a life free of the dangers that living with Autobots presented. Yet, at the same time, he felt like a coward, and a cruel one at that. Scott was only ten by now still just a little sparkling who at this point, needed someone now more than ever.

He stepped out of his room silently, making his way down the hall of his massive apartment. Three doors down from his berth room laid the room he had set up for Scott when he was still visiting as a small child. It was big, and still set up in hopes that maybe someday, he'd come and visit again. And right now, it stared at him as if to say "you have no reason not to bring him home". Though another side of him quietly argued that, at the same time, he wouldn't make it there and back before late in the morning.

"Bluestreak? Are you still there?"

His memory banks flooded with the thought of the dark haired thirty year old, lying in the rubble of Chicago, dying. He remembered as his holoform had taken his hand, and comforted James as he barely managed to keep alert, and even less so alive. He remembered as he promised to look after both Rita and Scott, and what was more, to protect him with his life. It made the soft sparked mech's optics soften, and his doorwings move in a manner which suggested he was quickly caving.

"Yeah, I'm here Diane," Bluestreak replied finally. "Tell Scotty that I'm on my way. It's a pretty long drive down to where the two of you are, but if I make double time I should be there around five o'clock," He explained, moving quickly towards the door to his apartment. "He can come home with me, and stay... No way in pit am I going to leave my little buddy out in the cold like that."

"Alright," If Diane was surprised, she didn't give even a slight indication of it. "We'll see you in a few hours."

Bluestreak was quick to click off the com, quickly switching over the line to Prowl. If he knew his eldest brother at all, he knew that even at this late of an hour, he'd be wide awake, probably working. "Prowl, can you let Prime know I've had an emergency and won't have his report until late afternoon?" Bluestreak questioned. "I need to go out, like, right now."

There was a silence over the other end, but eventually, Prowl's reply came. "Bluestreak, of course I will... But is everything alright?" He stated with a large amount of worry, even for Prowl. "Do you need medical attention?"

"No, no, nothing like that," Bluestreak shook his head frantically. "I'll fill you in when I'm back. It's way too long a story to tell over the comm," He then added. "And I have someone waiting for me that I don't want to keep waiting much longer."

There was silence again. "Alright, I expect an explanation when you're home though."

"Roger that."

Wasting no more time, Bluestreak swiftly moved out the door, checking his alarms as he did. Inside, he could only hope and pray that Scott would be okay when he got there. But either way, both of their lives had just gotten a whole lot more complicated.

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A/N: Woo, and there's the first chapter of this shorter story! :D Let me know how you guys like it, and if you think I should continue on. :)