The smell of scorched, melting metal lingered in the thick air as the two mechs made their way through the rubble. The larger one would lift the heavy wreckage and peer under, only to toss it back down, their spirit falling with the tarnished debris. The other, slimmer mech called out desperate anybody out there's to the barren wasteland. After cycles of searching, the smaller of the two turned to his companion.
"Hound, I don't think anyone's here..."
"Keep looking." The green mech replied quickly, tossing a large piece of scrap metal over his shoulder. "Someone's gotta be left."
The two worked in silence, save for the distraught cries of the slighter Autobot. Then, as they came to the outskirts of the ruined electricity plant, Hound stopped.
"Blue," Hound called to his comrade, "This cave…isn't this…"
He didn't need to finish the sentence, as the smaller 'bot had already dashed over to him. "Yes," Bluestreak whispered, staring at the rocks that had collapsed on themselves, sealing the entrance to a small cave they had seen earlier. "Bumblebee and Cliffjumper," He gave the larger mech a distressed look, "they were in there, weren't they?"
The green jeep was already digging through the boulders, and the Datsun quickly joined in. Finally, the two mechs had cleared an opening small enough for at the smaller one's head to fit through.
"Cliffjumper? Bumblebee?" Bluestreak called into the darkness. He tried again, louder and more desperate, "Cliffjumper? Bumblebee? Anyone? "
In reply there was a small sound, barley picked up by their audios. Quickly, the two mechs dug out a larger opening. Bluestreak squeezed in, followed by the bulkier Hound. Both mechs turned on their headlights and scanned the area.
"Cliffjumper? Bumblebee?" Bluestreak tried again. Again, they heard the noise; a quiet, harmonic-sounding hum. Without exchanging a word, the two headed into the cave.
Stalactites and stalagmites jutted from the ceiling and floor, and large boulders littered the ground, some splitting into several sharp pieces. Avoiding the jagged sediment, the two neared the center of the cavern. The humming grew louder and their lights picked up a small silhouette. The two immediately recognized the model.
"Bumblebee! Or is it Cliffjumper? You know, I can never really tell with you two, what with you guys sharing a mold and everything." The young gunner babbled, walking forward. Then, abruptly, he stopped. Confused, Hound marched over to his companion, and understood exactly why the other has paused.
Bumblebee sat on the rocky ground of the cavern, his armor battered but still intact. His blue optics glowed dimly as he stroked the object sitting in his lap. His vocalizer was producing a humming sound to the tune of a Cybertronian nursery rhyme, completely oblivious to his comrades just a few meters away.
"Bumblebee?" Hound took a cautious step forward. Bumblebee turned to look at him.
He smiled happily and said, "Oh look, our friends came to rescue us. Didn't I tell you they would?" He directed the question to the object he was cradling. "But you didn't believe me, did you? But they're here now, see?" He shifted his body and let his friends' headlights illuminate the object.
In his lap was the disembodied head of Cliffjumper.
I hope that was ok. I checked it numerous times for spelling and grammar errors, but I usually miss a few dispite my best efforts.