Me: New story!

Wally:*looks down* New Muse?

Me:*nodded* Heck yeah! But don't worry Wals! I still writing your stories. Its just that this one has been run around in my brain.

Shiro: What brain?

Me:*smacks him* Shut up!

Wally: Fortune-I mean Prime does not own anything your reading but the idea that your reading.

Me: Enjoy!

Dear Prowl,

It's me, Bumblebee…um…it's been two year since the battle with Megaton and you being dead…

I….

It's been two year….Um I think I wrote that already. Um…yeah…

So….Um, many things have change since you been gone. I'm writing to you even though you would never read this. Being dead and all...but Sari says it would help with all the feelings I'm holding in. So…here I am…writing…So here I go. There is no such thing as a Prime now. The council took away the name tittle away. Something about the bots getting such an honorable tittle and miss using it. You have to earn it now by making something of yourself.

The others are doing great by the way!

Optimus, who goes by his birth design Orion, is under the teachings of Ultra Magnus along with Sentinel Prime. He works with the new bot, fresh out of the academy, teaching them the ropes on how to fight the enemy with guns and swords. Yeah he got some upgrades. Like two hidden blades in his arms, laser guns, gotten rid of his ax and grapples. He also works as a data record-keeper; it's like being a human librarian as Sari puts it. He's not a shy and awkward anymore but still kind.

Ratchet's still a medic-dot and just as grumpy, although he did mellow out a bit. Just a bit though. He changed big time! He replaced his helmet with a new one, gotten thinner and younger. It would shock you to your circuits. How that had happen? Well…you can thank Sari and the AllSpark for that. He and Ironhide became really good friends after Ratchet beet the slag out of him. No matter what the age or size, ol'Ratch is the most feared mech on the plant.

Bulkhead works with his parents at their farm. Protecting the Energon from stray Decepticons or wild cyber beast. He loves it so much that I can help but want to join him. Though we both know I'm no country bot. Yes, Bulky and I are still friends. The best of friends mind you! Though we do get into arguments; him not taking the position of being a ground-bridging tech-bot and me not taking the job of Earth ambassador.

Sari is with us on Cybertron, helping us (mostly Bulkhead-I think they're dating) and teaching about techno-organics. She and I don't hang out as much as we use too unless Bulkhead is there. I don't know what's happening to our friendship but it's strained. So I can't tell you much about her.

Last but not least! Me!

I'm an Elite guard now...well kind of. Actually I'm now the head scout and spy. Yup that's right! Annoying, childish, impulsive little Bumblebee is all grown up…I work with Jazz now in the field. Along with some minibots name Cliffjumper, Mirage (even though he's a head or two taller than us), and Brawn. There are others….but I really don't talk to them much.

Well…that's all I got for today…

Miss you, you stupid suicidal ninja-bot.

From,

Bumblebee

A yellow armored bot looked down at his paper sadly. Two years and that's all he got. It wasn't much but it was hard. His thoughts were all jumbled up in his head. He couldn't think straight for three month after the war, after seeing him give up his life and after carrying his cold, gray body back home. If it wasn't for Jazz, Bumblebee would still be stuck in denial of the ninja's death.

Bee smiled at the thought of the white and blue armored Elite Guard ninja. If Jazz had not stand beside him throughout the pain, the yellow mech would have been driven mad. Jazz understood him, comforted him and treated him as a battle partner, not like he was glass. Everyone had tiptoed around his feeling since he was the first dead Bee has ever seen or carried in his arm. Jazz grabbed him by the horn and dragged him to the training grounds. To this day Bumblebee was grateful for his friend.

"Hey lil'Bee! Ya thinkin' too much again."

Think of the devil and appear he shall.

The young scout turns his head and stick out his glossa at his partner. "Shut up Jazzie!"

The said bot chuckled and walked up to the younger of the two. "Ya writtin' ta ol'Prowler? Finally takin' Sari's advice?"

Bumblebee nodded his head and looked back to his letter. It felt good writing to his old teammate, even if it was just through a letter. Jazz looked between him and the data pad in his hand. His grin softens a bit as he stared into the loneliness in the other's eyes through the reflection. He could remember when those bright, crystal, diamond blue optics were dim-almost dead, confused and spark broken to the world. It took forever to get the young scout back onto his feet.

Flashback~

Bumblebee stared at the grey, unmoving body of his teammate. He couldn't believe he risked and gave up his life. Sure it saved two worlds, may be the whole universe, but it hurts. The yellow repair-bot didn't know why his sparked hurt so much or why it seems like it wanted to burst out and attach itself to the off-lined mech. Bumblebee wanted to walk up and shake him awake or for him to wake from this dream…but he didn't. He didn't want to go up to the berth, didn't want to be in this room. It was bad enough that he had to carry him here. He knew that he could have had someone else carry the ninja-bot but his spark didn't want anyone to touch his teammate.

Jazz watched the tiny mech from the sidelines. He could see the spark-break written all over the kid's faceplate. See the turmoil of wanting to go to leave and wanting to stay. The visored wearing bot knew that the youngling had never seen a real dead body. He watched as everyone left the room, leaving only Bumblebee, the off-lined Prowl, and himself. He watched as the young speedster walk up to the berth as if he was hypnotized and nothing could break him free of it. Jazz watched as the younger touched the Prowl's cheek before breaking down.

"Prowl…please…*hic*please come b-back!" Bee sobbed. Water poured down from his optics and down his face. He spark just pains! "Please! D-don't leave me…*hic*don't go…prowl…I go crazy if you do you…you stupid ninja!"

Jazz's spark ached at the sight. He had never seen a mech cry. He didn't think they could! They weren't organics or half organics. He walked up to Bee, pulled him away from the dead body and into his chest. He held the minibot tightly and let him leak. May be it was because of the Earth Autobots living on the dirt plant for two years. He rubbed the yellow minivan's back. He would not see this bot cry anymore. He would protect him from this pain. Without him noticing, a drop of water escaped his eye and a white light slowly fade away.

Present~

Jazz mentally patted his back for keeping his silent promise. Bee looked so much better with a smile, much more beautiful. Bumblebee jumped as he felt a pair of servos draped over his shoulders. He shivered when his friend nuzzled his neck and blew gently against it. He always loved Jazz's gentle but firm hugs. He felt as if they could chase the demons and shadows away.

"Come on lil'Bee. We got a mission tonight." Jazz whispered. He tightens his grip slightly. "Just the two of us."

Bumblebee smiled and lends against the bigger mech. "Alright Jazzie, just let me put this away and we'll go."

"Alright." Jazz pulled away and walked out of the other's room. "Don't keep meh waiting kid."

Bumblebee let out a giggle and turns to his letter. He looked around until he found a medium side box. He grinned at it knowing that this would now be the box to hold his forever unread letters. Putting away the box, he took off to the door, but before he exited the door he looked back. He smiled softly and whispered a 'good bye Prowler' before run to catch up with Jazz. Never noticing a bright bluish-white light disappearing.

Me: Wow...

Shiro:...I know...

Me: 1,397 words without edits!

Shiro: That was completely stupid!

Me: Bastard!*attacks him*

BB: Uh...how did I?

Wally: *pats his shoulder* It happens when you get more then one story out there.

BB:*point at shiro* Him?

Wally: He's just special.*smiles* Who you like to...

BB:*grins* Alright! Rate and Comment!

Wally: Please