Prime verse. AUish. I promise to try and update my other stories soon! But this little plot bunny kept biting my ankle, not unlike a scraplet.

Rain pelted down on the city streets, making them shine. The night air was wet and cold, leaving many bots shivering and running for cover. The street lights shone dimly making the night seem even darker then it was.

In the more run down part of the city. many bots were sick and dying because of the harsh weather that Cybertron had been enduring as of late. Mechs and Femmes alike would try and provide for their families, only to end up getting killed or severely injured due to the gang activity in the area. The ones who had homes just stayed indoors and tried to wait out the extreme weather.

In a dark, narrow ally off to the side, there was a small yellow bot looking out from his hiding place at the mouth of the alleyway. The small bot's doorwings perked when he saw a perfect target. Or so he thought.

Optimus prime was walking to a meet-up with some of his informants. These informants had been undercover in the streets of Kaon to gather any and all information possible that could help the Autobot cause. Optimus was saddened greatly by walking down this stretch of town. To see all of these Autobots and neutrals in such a state of despair was something the Prime hated. He wished he could do more for these poor people. Yet with the war now in full swing, it was becoming less and less possible to help the citizens, and more and more about getting more supplies than the Decepticons.

Optimus sighed as he passed yet another coughing mech who looked up at him with sad optics. The Prime knew that this weather was not helping anyone, but sadly, there was nothing he could do about that. Suddenly he felt someone brush past him in a hurry. He looked down only to see the compartment in his leg, where he kept his credits, open and a yellow body running down the street.

The red and blue mech cursed under his breath and began to pursue the pickpocket who had, very skillfully, taken some of his credits. Usually the Prime would have just let the bot go but today he just so happened to need those credits. Some of his informants weren't Autobots, but rather neutrals, neutrals who preferred credits than the moral justification of helping the Autobots.

Optimus chased the yellow bot for blocks upon blocks, until finally the bot turned down a alley, which turned out to be a dead end. It was only when the small bot backed up from the wall that blocked his way, that Optimus realized just exactly what type of bot he was chasing.

The bot was so small because it was a youngling, no more then eight or nine vorns old. The youngling, if you could call him that at his age, was obviously from Praxian heritage, as seen by his doorwings. The young little bot was all yellow and black, with two identical black racing stripes down his doorwings.

The barley old enough to transform youngling, slowly turned around and fearfully looked up at the towering figure of the Prime. His unusual optics swiveled from side to side searching for a way to escape. The youngling glanced behind himself and saw some gauges in the wall, most likely from a previous scuffle that had happened in the alley. The yellow bot suspected they were about the right size to fit his pede in to. With that knowledge in mind, the bot quickly put his plan in motion. Sharply turning and springing onto the wall, he started to climb it. Using the gauges he had spotted earlier, the climb was a swift one. Before he knew it he was over the tall wall and running away down the alley on the opposite side.

Meanwhile Optimus just stood there in shock. What had just happened? Had he just gotten pick pocketed? By a youngling nonetheless? Optimus had believed, along with almost everyone else, that all the younglings and sparklings from the last generation born, had died. Obviously they had been mistaken, fore he had just seen one. Optimus was suddenly jolted from his shocked state when his com-link went off.

"Prime, where ya at?" Jazz's voice came through the other end of the com. Optimus was silent for a moment before he replied, starting his walk back to the meet-up location.

"I am currently three or so blocks away from the meeting point" The Prime calculated. He had chased the poor youngling longer then he had originally thought.

"Why are ya so far away? I thought ya would a' been one of the first ones here" Jazz responded, sounding somewhat surprised. Optimus quickened his pace as he realized he must be late.

"I will explain later Jazz, for now I am on my way. I shall be there shortly" With that Optimus ended his communications with his comrade temporarily.

As Optimus walked briskly to his destination, he began to think about the youngling he had seen. The poor little bot had probably been out in the elements for who knows how long, and was most likely just trying to have something to sustain himself with. The Prime really felt bad about chasing him now. He would try and find the youngling again when he had some time, he felt responsible for the young one in some way. After all he may just be the last youngling left on Cybertron. If that was indeed the case, Optimus was determined to make sure he survived the long and harsh war.

Finally The blue and red Prime came to a halt in front of an old abandoned warehouse on the edge of the run down part of Iacon. Sighing he stepped in. He really disliked meetings in general. They had a tendency to carry on to long.

-Meanwhile in another abandoned building-

The small yellow youngling slammed the rickety old door shut behind himself as he ran in to his temporary safe house. That last one had been to close. That mech had almost caught him and sent him back to the orphanage.

"Bumblebee? Is that you down there?" A feminine voice called from the balcony above him. The yellow bot, Bumblebee, relaxed at the sound of footsteps jogging down the stairs. A minute later a blue and pink detailed femme, around the age of eighteen came up to him.

"I thought it might have been you." She smiled warmly down at him. The cobalt blue femme crouched down to his height and put a hand on his shoulder "Get anything?" she asked watching as his doorwings perked up and he grinned.

"Sure did Arcee!" Bumblebee exclaimed "Got a whole twenty-two credits!" he proudly held out said credits towards her. Arcee smiled along with him and stood up again, patting his head in a sign of affection.

"That's good little guy" she told him "Why don't you go and get some recharge?" She gently pushed him towards the stairs. Bumblebee nodded

"Okay, Cee" He called back as he bounced up the stairs to where some blankets and soft pieces of random junk were piled into a sort of bed area. Arcee's gentle smile slowly fell as she sighed and looked at the ground.

Arcee was Bumblebee's older sister. Not biologically but she didn't care, he was her little brother and she sincerely wished he wouldn't have to fight in the war. Unfortunately with the way things were looking at the moment both of them would end up having to fight.

She only hoped that by the time he was old enough to fight, she would still be there to protect him if he needed it.

A/N: Tell me what you think. I will update my other stuff soon. HAPPY NEW YEARS!