A/N 1: I'm not a native English speaker so you can find some grammar and vocabulary mistakes in this post. I hope that won't bother you much. I wrote this fanfiction but in another language, this post was translated by my friend.
A/N 2: I wrote this two years ago, after watching Transformers 3: Dark of the moon. Because of not having enough time, I dropped it. But after watching Transformers 4, I thought this fiction should be finished. It may take time to translate but I hope you will wait for us.
Chapter 1: This despair, boring reality
It's been nearly 100 years since the war between the Decepticons and Autobots but the detector hasn't reported any strange signal from the outerspace.
-I think our responsibilities for the safety of humans are finally over.- Optimus Prime gathers the Autobots in a vacant land far from the military base where they live. – Now it's time for us to find the other Autobots who lost in space!
-Right now ?
-The sooner we do this, the sooner we return.- Optimus answers,determined.
-Do you think we should let Bumble Bee come with us ? – one of the Autobots with the green color aks – He is still one of our best men , rights ?
With a sigh, Optimus looks up to the sky which is turning red in sunset.
Bumble Bee? He intentionally cut his own energy to turn into scrap heap after Sam died. It's a shame..
Just because one human…
He suddenly wonders where Bumble Bee is right now among hundreds of junkyards.
-We will go without Bumble Bee.- Optimus coldly says.
The strange attitude from the leader keeps the others autobots from adding anything else. They just transform and turn back to the cars follow each other, quietly in the blazing hot afternoon sun.
Somewhere..
-Why do we have to transfer school every year, mom?
-Because they can't find any place in the record to write your sins!
-Oh come on! This is not my fault you know that, right ?
The girl becomes grumpy. She turn to the window, grimaces her face while mumbling something.
-If you continue like this, next year reform school will be your school!
-You wouldn't dare!
Even her daughter continues to glare from the backseat, the young mother remains resolute attitude. Throughout the rest of the way, the two are no longer speaking to each other. They work intently with their own two eyes to two completely different direction.
Everyone says they do not look alike ...