You know, I have got to stay out of the Transformers archive. I'm starting to think of stories for them, and even for a 'verse that I haven't even watched that much because I found it insulting I mean, seriously? Sentinel gets a huge ship and Optimus is leader of a Space Bridge Repair Crew. I do indeed find that very insulting to them…

Anyway, I decided that my sick mind is going to go into play with the TF:A verse

Warnings: mpreg (I am indeed obsessed because it is fun to write), yaoi (what do you expect of me by now, I only got one (maybe two) stories that have straight pairings), mild Autobot bashing, and unexplainable situations as well as Cybertronian swearing. I'm even using those words in real life! No one knows what I'm talking about! XD

Summary:

Part One: They were special mechs and femmes. Their sparks held extra energies that, when shared with another spark, they could create new life within their very bodies. There were many, now there was few. Some even hiding in plain sight.

Part Two: They weren't supposed to have been gone that long. They thought Bumblebee could handle things fine on his own, not to mention he could call them if he needed help. The mission was supposed to be a short one. They didn't think things could get so out of hand within a few years.

Disclaimer: I own Starflight and Blazetrack. Everyone else does not belong to me.

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Many thought that Autobots were compassionate. They wished no harm on anyone other than the destructive Decepticons. One would think that just because of what they stood for, all the Autobots were good mechs and femmes that protected the innocent. That they worked in teams that eventually became a family and none would think of betraying each other.

Unfortunately, this was not true in all cases.

Hidden away from the Decepticons was a small base, filled with mechs and femmes. A small portion of these residents were not even Autobots, but special mechs and femmes known as Breeders.

Normally, when one wished for a sparkling, they would build a protoform and either beg the All Spark to give life to the new one or have a medic break small pieces from their sparks to place into these shells. The All Spark would grant a brand new spark, one that had not seen any horrors or peace of the world around it, giving it a personality all its own. The new spark would eventually mature and become their own mech or femme.

Medics were trained to gently removed small portions of the spark to plant into a protoform, making sure to keep one or both creators as well as the newly sparked protoform in their clinics for a while to make sure there were no complications. In a few ways, it was a common practice, placing pieces of both creators' sparks into the new shell to form a tighter bond with their child. The spark shards would eventually blend together, making a semi-new spark and mature at a normal rate.

No one was sure where the Breeders came from. Did the All Spark give too much energy to one being? Were they gifts from Primus? No one knew. All that was known about Breeder history was when the first Breeder appeared. It was true that interfacing normally had no purpose other than pleasure, but the merging or bonding of sparks did have a purpose. To form bonds with those they loved and cared for. To share their sparks and forever be one with that loved one.

Many years ago when Cybertron was still young and at peace, a young, noble femme felt something unusual within her chassis. A medic later confirmed that she had somehow managed to spark a new life within her chest, a young spark tied to her own by a single strand of spark energy. Her mate had been ecstatic and many wondered if it was possible for other femmes. But no, this femme was the only one within the city it happened to so far, and she gave her mate many children before offlining at a ripe age, her children grown and bonded.

In the slums of Cybertron, the same happened to a mech that had his adult form for nearly five vorns, still young but fully grown. The same thing that he had felt in his chassis was similar to that femme from the Noble Family, and the same events happened to him. The difference was that he had no sparkmate and was unable to keep any of the few children he carried and birthed.

It started to happen all over Cybertron, from the Towers to the Slums and even to the Seekers of Vos, which truly wasn't a surprise there, as well as the Praxians of Praxus. It was soon found out that few children born from these Breeders had the same ability, to create and nurse new sparks within themselves while spare metals within their frames were used to create protoforms within their abdomen.

No one could tell who was a Breeder and who wasn't until they carried their first new spark, yet the Breeders that bore them seemed to know very easily.

When the war started, many of the Breeders were rounded up and hidden away from the Decepticons. The Autobots feared that Megatron would order all Breeders captured and they would suffer horrendous fates, breeding with the Cons by force and birthing more for Megatron's army, or worse, offlining all of them. The Breeders, trusting the gentle sparks of the Autobots, did as they were told and hid away.

Then the All Spark, their main source of life, was removed from the planet before Megatron could get his hands on it. The race started to kill itself out with the civil war consuming the planet. Megatron's ruthless forces eventually seemed to outnumber the Autobots and they soon became too desperate to care for others. Most did not want such things to happen, while others simply believed that they were doing a right act. They were helping the species continue as well as bringing forth new sparks that could train and fight when older.

One sparkling was born and another was soon forced onto the Carrier. Thus the Breeders turned from beautiful mechs and femmes with slender bodies one would think had not much power, to mere items used for nothing more than their title suggest, breeding.

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The femme screamed in pain, her sparkling small but she could fell the distress from the poor thing, unsure of what was happening. The medic that always handled her and her sparklings ordered her to start pushing the new one out of her body. A sharp pain shot through her and she started to push, screaming as she did so. She knew what to do. She had so many before, all taken from her by their Sires. She did not want this life, yet she was born into it herself. Many Cybertronians were born from breeders, most of the younger ones actually, while the older ones and few younger were created the old fashion way.

And she knew the new one within her, scared of emerging now that it realized it was causing her pain, would suffer the same fate. Unless she was smiled upon by Primus just this once.

Three breems later and she could hear her new sparkling shrieking his little vocals out. A small smile graced her lip components when she saw her new son's yellow form, soon washed of her oil and energon and wrapped in a thermal blanket. She was right, he is small.

"I got a bit of news about this one," an Autobot soldier said to the medic holding her new small one. "The Creator was KIA. There's no one to take this one in."

"Then what do we do with him?" the medic asked, holding the sparkling close to her chassis.

"We can send him to the sparkling center and he can be raised there until he's ready for training," the soldier replied.

The femme bared her denta and hissed out, "No." Both looked at her in shock. "He's my sparkling, I can take care of him! Just because his creator isn't here doesn't mean I can't raise my own sparkling! I've carried him for months! I have a right to raise my own sparkling, not some strangers!"

"Starflight," the medic called softly, making her way to the femme. "Easy. Here, hold your little one."

"Thank you," Starflight whispered, wrapping her arms around the small mechling as the medic went back to the soldier.

She ignored the soldier that was arguing with the medic now, intent one actually spending as much time as she could with her newborn before he was taken away. She knew he would be, just like all her others. He would be taken away, raised to be an Autobot warrior, and when he fell in love and interfaced, he would bare a new spark and be dragged back here to be just like any other Breeder.

He was a beautiful mechling, a bright yellow with black trimming. His bright blue optics looked up at her curiously and she smiled gently back at him. He chirped and clicked, waving his little arms up at her. She lowered her face and let his little servos explore her facial features, kissing his palms.

He would be taken, and she knew it. They all were. No one wanted sparklings raised by Breeders now-a-days, raised in believing that what was happening was wrong. True that they would then strive to be high enough in the power chain to make a difference, but it would be a difference that they did not want.

She jumped when the Autobot stomped off, grumbling lowly while her medic smirked victoriously. Once noticing the femme staring at her, the medic's victorious smirk turned into a soft smile. She went over and gently rubbed the still-exhausted femme's helm. "It may take a few more to convince," she started, "but you get to keep this one."

Starflight stared at her medic in shock. "Thank you," she whispered. "I don't know what you told him, but thank you."

Her medic chuckled softly then looked down at the clicking sparkling being held by his Carrier. "What do you want to call him?" the medic asked.

Normally, the Breeders were not able to name their sparklings before the young ones were taken away from them, sometimes barely a breem after their birth. With another smile on her lip components, Starflight looked down at her tiny mechling. "He reminds me of small creatures I've heard about," she said. "They thrive on another planet. His coloring matches that creature." She waited a few astroseconds to properly remember the name of the black-and-yellow species her son reminded her of. "Bumblebee," she finally said. "Your designation will be Bumblebee."

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Many of the Breeders were envious of Starflight. She was able to keep this one child while most of them were unable to convince any medic, soldier, or Creator to let them keep their own. Yet while they were jealous of the slim femme that was soon impregnated again a few solar cycles later, they all adored the small mechling and tried to keep him oblivious of the way their lives were.

Starflight admitted to few of her friends that Bumblebee was also a Breeder, but no one else knew. Not even her medic. So many of the Breeders tried to keep him safe.

Bumblebee, loved by many of the Breeders and treated as though he was a son to all of them, lived a somewhat happy sparkling-hood. The only time he was truly separated from his Carrier was when mechs came to see her and he was taken in by someone else for the time being. He often saw his Carrier with a swell in her abdomen, asked about it, and was always told the same thing. A baby sibling that he would never know because of cruel mechs taking them away. He saw how much it hurt his Carrier and did everything in his little power to cheer her up and make her happy. His efforts were never in vain.

He was about twenty stellar cycles in age when a tragedy struck his young life. Carrier was hurting with this one sibling of his. Her once bright yellow paint was faded and she rarely wanted to move. When she did, it was generally only to get them both some energon and she was always so worn out after the short journey. Her medic could not find out what was wrong, and for once in his short life, Bumblebee was truly scared.

Though playful all the time and seemingly never to learn from his adventures to places he shouldn't go, Bumblebee was not a dim-witted sparkling. He knew that if anything happened to his Carrier, he would have no one. True the other Breeders would try to fight for him, try to keep him with them for his own protection, but he knew that once his Carrier was gone, he would be taken. He wasn't sure as to where, but that wasn't what worried him or scared him the most.

What scared him the most was the very idea of his Carrier no longer being there.

"Ama," he clicked to her, ignoring the medics running around the room to try and save her spark from extinguishing.

Starflight tilted her head to look at him with low-lit optics and smiled gently at him. "My little Bumblebee," she whispered, holding out her servo to her son. He scampered over and held her hand before she picked him up and laid him on her chassis. Some would consider it a torture to allow a sparkling to listen to their Carrier's spark fade, but to them, it wasn't. They were offering one last bit of comfort before their joined the Well. "You must promise me that no mater what, you will stay strong for me, my sweetspark. You will end up facing many things that you may not want to, my Bee, but you must remain strong. Promise me?"

Bumblebee listened as her spark slowly beat within his Carriers chassis. The pulses that showed she was still online were getting slower and slower. "I promise," he trilled at her before her spark gave one last pulse and her frame turned completely gray.

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A yellow pede kicked at the ground, the owner of the pede in deep thought from thee previous few orns. Five orns ago, he finally interfaced with the mech he had been crushing on since he started at the Academy. Silvershot was a handsome mech, taller than Bee by a few feet, armor a shining silver with soft blue accents. Then three orns ago, he felt that new spark in his chassis that he knew he had to keep secret or he would be turned into what his Carrier was. Not even Silvershot was supposed to know about the new spark. Barely a few cycles ago, he got kicked out of the Academy because he was covering his friend, who was also kicked out.

"Sentinel is such an aft," Bumblebee growled under his breath.

"You didn't have to do that, little buddy," his friend, a large green mech named Bulkhead, told him. Bulkhead was one of the few that was created the old fashion way, a medic and a protoform and a Creator asking for a small bit of their spark to be put into the shell.

"Yeah I did," Bumblebee assured him. "We're best buds!"

"But you and Silvershot," Bulkhead started.

Bumblebee sighed. "Would have ended up separated eventually," Bumblebee stated with a wave of his hand.

"You don't mean that…"

Bumblebee nodded. Bulkhead, though ignored at first, became his best friend and he trusted the larger Autobot with his most well-guarded secret. He remembered his Carrier telling him that unless he trusted someone with his very spark, he was not to tell anyone about what he was. Bulkhead has proved that he could be trusted. He hadn't said a word about Bumblebee's secret.

"What are you going to do?" Bulkhead asked.

"I don't know," Bumblebee sighed. "Guess leave it in a stasis, throw it into space, and hope that whoever finds it will treat it well and it'll be happy. It's all I can hope for. I can't keep it."

Bulkhead understood that. He may not be the brightest of mechs but he did understand what Bumblebee was saying. "So what do we do for now?" he asked.

"I don't know right now, Bulky," Bumblebee answered, shaking his head. "Once this is taken care of," he tapped his chassis, "we can start from the bottom and work our way up. Who knows, maybe in a few vorns, Big-Chinned Sentinel may get replaced at the Academy and we can try again!"

"I hope so," Bulkhead chuckled, rubbing the back of his helm.

"But for now, I know someone we can stay with for a while," the yellow mech said, grabbing Bulkhead's arm before dragging him off.

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A femme. Tiny and silver. He almost didn't have the spark to leave her in the hands of strangers. That is, if any found her. Before placing her into a stasis, he made her a small promise. "When everything is right, I will find you and then we can be an actual family." With that said, he planted a small kiss to the sparkling's forehead then placed her into a stasis pod and sent her away, hoping that wherever she would end up, she would be safe and happy.

Neither of the two mechs said as thing as they watched the small pod disappear into the stars. The larger finally walked up to the smaller yellow mech and placed a servo on his shoulder. "Everything will be right eventually," Bulkhead reassured his friend best he could. "You'll see her again, and I bet she would be really happy."

"I hope so, Bulkhead," Bumblebee said, rubbing his upper arm. Is this what his Carrier felt like every time one of her children, his siblings, were taken away? No, she suffered worse than he currently felt. Hers were taken by force and he chose to send his daughter away.

His optics glowed darkly. Cybertron was rotten. Something needed to be done to end all this.

I actually plan on a couple of Transformers Animated characters having dark past or something. Thus, Part One-One is Bumblebee, born from a Breeder, is a Breeder, and gave up his daughter for both of their safety. What's his goal, though? I didn't exactly make it clear as to what he wants, though it should be pretty obvious. And no, the sparkling isn't it.

Next chapter will be another character, but just to be clear on things, what happens next chapter will either be before Bumblebee is born or while he's growing up. Not after all this. Just making that clear.

Anyway, hope people like the way I'm starting this out and please do review! Flames will be ignored and –if I can find out how- deleted.