A/N: Okay, so this one just kind of came to me. I know, random, and the way I tell it is random as well. There will be a chapter about before for every chapter that happens in the "present" so to speak. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!
Summary: Post DOTM. Bethany Pruit lost all her memories at the age of 12. All she knows is that she lived with her parents, two dead soldiers, and the Autobots. Now, living with Sam and Carly, secrets begin to surface about her past. What really happened two years ago?
Before
Optimus holds the ravaged body of the neon green youngling to his chassis, energon tears leaking from his optics. Cackling resounds around him, red optics twinkling with enjoyment at his brother's pain.
To Megatron, this was probably the best show he has seen in vorns."So, brother, how does it feel? Does your spark feel the ache of losing your second born? How about I kill your son, as well? Would that distract you?" Megatron cackles at his own brand of humor as blue optics stare at him.
"You." Optimus hisses as his pain turns to rage. He sets the battered body down beside him before standing and glaring at the mech he once cared for. "You did this." His faceplate seems dark and full of hatred and rage, something quite unusual for the caring mech. His battle mask appears, covering his mouth as two cybertronian steel blades appear on his arms. He glares at his 'brother' with burning blue optics. "You will pay for what you have done!" he charges the mech, who in turn readies his own sword and charges also.
::Optimus-:: Static interrupts the mech's comm. message for a second. ::-to base. Heavy damage dealt to Beta-:: Yet again, the message is interrupted by more static. ::-self. Need assisstance. Hurry.::
Ratchet freezes as he receives the comm., startled by how weak his leader's voice sounds. Then, his words sink into Ratchet's processor, before suddenly Red Alert comes running in. And in his arms is an unconscious Elita.
"Ratchet, help! I don't know what happened, one second, everything was fine, but then Elita-"
Ratchet interrupts the frantic mech, "It's Optimus and Beta. You get Elita stable. I'm going to find them. Go find Bumblebee and make sure he is okay as well." And with that, he exits the med bay, dreading what he may find with his leader and the young femme.
Ratchet found Optimus in probably the worst shape he had ever seen him. There is a huge gash across his torso, starting at his shoulder and ending a few feet above his opposing hip. Liquid energon oozed slowly out of this. It was also painfully obvious to see the damage done to his battle mask and helm. One of his legs was stabbed completely threw, and the blade that was once attached to his left arm was thrown across the old abandoned- and now trashed- warehouse. He sat there clutching something to his chassis.
A small, neon green youngling, covered in liquid energon.
"Optimus, is she-" Ratchet begins but stops as his leader looks up at him with heavy optics.
"She is in stasis lock." Comes his morous reply. "She is in stasis lock..." His voice trails off in disbelief. Beta, his youngest sparkling, who was only about eight vorns old, was in stasis lock.
Ratchet steps forward and kneels down to take the youngling from his comander-in-chief, "Optimus, sir. I need you to hand her to me, okay? I can't help her if you don't let me see her."
Optimus simply nods as Ratchet takes Beta from him.
:: Ratchet to Autobot base.::
:: This is Blaster, rocking it out at the Autobot base. Whatcha need, docbot?::
:: Prime and Beta have been wounded- Beta's appear to be fatal. I need immediate transport.::
Blaster freezes where he sits in the control room back at the Autobots main headquarters in Iacon. Beta, everyone's favorite little femme, was probably going to die. And, Optimus probably saw it all. Great, he thinks. Just what we need in the middle of this Primus foresaken war.
:: Help is on it's way! You tell bossbot and little bit to hang in there!::
Bumblebee was quite a calm mech in bad situations for being only fourteen vorns old, but as soon as he felt that jab of pain over his bond with Beta, his younger sibling, he panicked. He immediately rushed out of Iacon, hurrying as fast as he could to her location. The first thing he saw was a beaten Megatron fleeing from the scene.
'Bee lost himself then and there.
Now, the small yellow mech is in hot pursuit of said Decepticon leader, his alt mode speeding over the now rough Cybertronian terrain. He had only been outside of Iacon a few times before, and those few times had been during training with his Father and the Autobots' weapon specialist, Ironhide. So, needless to say, he had no clue where he was at the moment.
Finally, Megatron became aware of his pursuer. He immediately transforms, skidding to a stop while facing the now transforming young yellow mech. He chuckles when he realizes who it is: it's his brother's oldest child, Bumblebee. Oh the sweet irony. Would he really be allowed to cause his brother even more pain in just one cycle?
"Ah, if it isn't my dearest nephew," Megatron cackles in glee. "Come to visit good ole' uncle Megatron?"
Bumblebee growls in rage as he launches himself forwards. His small ion cannon is loaded and aimed at his target that-
Swats him away like a bug.
"Is that all you can do? You should be ashamed! At least the little femme scratched my paint!" Megatron seems to scold Bumblebee.
This simply infuriates the mini-bot even more, and in result he forces himself to stand and charges his 'uncle' once more, this time actually getting in a shot before being swatted aside.
"This is pathetic!" Megatron scowls at his brother's son, frustrated by the mech's recklessness. "Do you not have any self respect? Fight me like a mech, not some emotional little youngling!"
Bumblebee stands once more and glares at the mech before him. "You do not know the meaning of respect! You can never know it's meaning! You harmed your own niece and your brother, and now you are trying to fight me! You deserve to go to Pi-" Bumblebee stops speaking as
Megatron's blade goes straight through his voccoder, and exits the back of his neck, before finally pinning him to the ground."You need to respect your elders," Megatron hisses. "Tell your mother she is next... If you ever speak again." Megatron growls before yanking his blade out of the minibot and transforming. He speeds away just as Bumblebee passes into stasis lock.
A/N: Okay, so this chapter is rather jumpy because I wasn't too sure how else to write it, sorry. I'm going to go ahead and post the "After" chapter after(haha) this one.
Peace, Love, and Transformers :D
