So this story takes place in any universe you would like, I just mush them all together in my mind somehow. Bee is around 12 human years old.
(I do not own transformers)
FLASHBACK:
A small Bumblebee waddled around on the floor of his living room. He was trying in vain to walk towards his creators, who were holding a little bundle that was smaller than him. His father was a tall mech with blue and black armor plating and his mother was mostly light pink with some dark purple highlights here and there.
His father picked him up when he got close enough and held him up to the mysterious bundle. Bee clicked curiously, tilting his head and looking up at his creators for an explanation.
"Bee," His mother said, gently turning the object she was holding towards Bee, "This is your new little sister."
Bee smiled when he saw a tiny lavender-colored femme resting in his mother's arms. Her armor was shiny and iridescent; so that when the light hit it you could see a whole spectra of purple. Her optics were closed at first but she slowly began to open them when she felt herself being moved.
Bee stared into her optics; they were a crisp and clear baby blue, almost white, similar to his parents and himself. The purple bot looked from Bee to her creators and back again, she could trust this yellow mech, he looked like her creators. Once she had accepted this she smiled an adorable smile that would make even a decepticon's spark warm, and moved her tiny servos back and forth rapidly.
Bee reached his servos out and his father moved him closer to his sister so he was able to touch her servo, it was so much smaller than his. He poked at one of her digits and in turn she looked up at him and copied the action, poking Bee in the stomach.
Bee reeled back with a giggle, falling down in his father's large servo, the servo responded and cupped the sparkling in a protective grip so he would not fall out.
Bee was still giggling when he felt a rumble shake his house, causing him to stop abruptly and look up at his mother and father. They looked worried, that made Bee worried and he reached out for his father's chest plating, immediately being accepted and caressed close to his father's spark.
He heard his mother say something to his father and then he heard her footsteps fade away from them.
The small yellow sparkling trembled in his father's grip, hoping that the loud noises would stop, and just when he thought he couldn't be more terrified his father stopped and put him down.
"You have to hide until help comes," He said kneeling to look at Bee, occasionally looking over his shoulder, "Don't get out unless you see bots with white or blue optics, alright?" Bee's father asked.
Bee nodded, blue or white optics meant it was safe. Bee grabbed his father for a hug. The larger mech accepted the hug and transferred all his feelings of love to his creation, hoping that this wouldn't be that last time they saw each other.
"I love you very much Bumblebee," his father said getting up and hiding Bee in a vent and turning to go.
"wove," said Bee, but his father was already gone, unable to hear his son utter his first word.
Bee watched through the slits in the vent as some large bots stormed into his home, they had red optics, that color was not blue or white, so Bee stayed put.
His father came storming back into the room, giving Bee a sense of safety. But that feeling was soon cut off as the bots with red eyes stabbed his creator through the spark, Bee's optics were as wide as saucers, he wasn't sure he would be able to trust any bots now, whether they had blue or red optics. His young processor told him that he should be crying but he held it in so the evil bots would not hear him, he didn't want to go offline.
As his father fell to the ground his optics reached out to the vent, and for a split second Bee felt safe again, but then those optics dimmed and as his father's form was dragged away and he felt a burning pain in his chest.
The feeling wouldn't go away, and on top of that there was the sadness of seeing what he just had, bee couldn't handle it, and he went into stasis lock.
Bee sat on his berth, looking at nothing in particular, thinking back to one of his earliest memories. He had replayed this memory file over more than any other, and although it was pixelated and faint, it was all he had of his real creators and his sister.
Bee knew the rest, and didn't need to replay those memories, the autobots, with their blue eyes, had come to the burning rubble of the home and found nothing but a sparkling in stasis lock hidden in a vent.
From there Bee was taken in by the autobots, they planned to give him to a neutral family but as the war raged on, neutrals were found few and far between and the ones that managed to stay without a faction often had trouble providing for themselves, let alone an orphaned sparkling.
So as time went on it became apparent that the little sparkling would have to stay with them until arrangements could be made. Those arrangements never happened though and he stayed with them to this day.
And that's why Bee found himself sitting in his berthroom in the autobot HQ, thinking about his past. He was grateful to the autobots and loved everyone in the base, he had grown up here and it was his home, the bots here were his family, he just could never fully forget that he had another family, even if it was for a short time. They were still his family; he had some deep feeling of obligation to find them once more. He knew it was nearly impossible, and that they were probably all offline, but he couldn't help but hope.
His doors opened and Ironhide walked in, breaking him from his deep thought.
"Care to explain why Ratchet's wrenches are welded to the ceiling?" Ironhide said looking down at the youngling, he knew that he shouldn't have let him hang around the twins for more than a few hours. They were a bad influence, and a nuisance.
Bee looked up smiling sheepishly, "I'd rather not explain." He said making it sound more like a question than a statement.
Ironhide tapped his foot, his charge was always causing trouble and he usually got away with it, everyone loved him anyway so all he had to do was whine a little and he could wiggle out of almost anything.
"You know Ratchet is not the best mech to prank right? He has a temper to rival mine." Ironhide said. "How about we don't get him angry and you go apologize and help him get his wrenches off of the ceiling," Ironhide said not really leaving any room for Bee to say no.
"Okay," Bee said smirking and jumping down from his berth. Yup this was definitely his family, his huge, dysfunctional, crazy, patchwork, family.
Bee and Ironhide walked into the medbay and met with Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, who were standing next to one another, nervously shifting from pedde to pedde.
"Hey Bee," The twins said at almost the same time, they punched each other.
Bee laughed, the twins would punch one another over the smallest things, they usually never hurt each other, but occasionally they found themselves trembling in Ratchet's medbay because they had hit too hard. It didn't help that Ratchet was also their guardian and didn't like it when they got hurt. The only reason they had enough confidence to weld his wrenches to the ceiling is because he was their guardian and wouldn't hurt them, at least not a lot.
Ironhide looked down at the little troublemakers, "Whose idea was this exactly?" he asked, raising an optic ridge and crossing his arms.
"Sunny's" Bee said quickly, pointing at said bot.
"Bee's" said Sides at the same time as Bee.
Sunstreaker just stood there pointing at Bee and Sideswipe.
Ironhide couldn't help but chuckle a bit, "well that sure cleared things up," He said sarcastically as Ratchet entered with a cross look on his faceplates.
"So, do you three sparklings find it funny that all my wrenches are magically stuck on the ceiling?" The three were actually older younglings but sometimes Ratchet felt that they were still sparklings.
"Yes?" Sunstreaker said shrugging.
Sideswipe punched him in the arm, "No we don't." He said, putting on his most angelic smile.
Ratchet took up a similar stance to Ironhide, crossing his arms and giving the younglings a quizzical look.
"You mechlings," Ratchet said talking directly to his charges, "I expect more of you, you should be setting an example for Bee, you are the older mechs, although I am beginning to have doubts about your maturity compared to Bumblebee's." then Ratchet turned to Bee, "And you Bee, I'm disappointed in you, you are usually the one who stops these two hooligans from doing dumb things." Ratchet berated.
All three younglings were staring at their peddes, nervous to meet Ratchet or Ironhide's gaze.
"No energon treats for two weeks for all three of you," Ratchet said, hoping that would at least prevent the pranks for a few weeks.
The group let out a collective whine.
Ratchet was always a spoilsport. But he knew that the three were just as much in love with energon treats as they were when they were younger.
That night Bee lay awake in his berth, listening to the soft ventilating of the recharging Ironhide and Chromia in their berth.
He couldn't go into recharge, and he didn't know why, nothing in particular was bothering him, he just had this strange feeling in his spark that he couldn't explain.
He dismissed it and tried to drift off into recharge, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't do it. He decided to just get up and walk around.
Bee exited the room. Ironhide probably wouldn't be too happy about him being out without telling him, but he just couldn't recharge and needed to walk around a bit, besides, he felt like something was pulling him out into the hallway, and he couldn't ignore that.
Bee walked around with no particular destination in mind, wandering aimlessly. He occasionally ducked into the shadows when an adult walked by, not wanting to have to go back to his room.
He ended up in front of one of the only windows that the base had, widows were a weak point for attack and the base was frequently under fire so they were usually not an option. But this window was made of 5 foot thick glass and was more like a see-through wall than an actual window.
The yellow youngling looked out at Cybertron, it was dark except for the few fires burning from recent battles, there were still a few cities that were operational and inhabited shining in the distance, but they were dangerous and disheveled.
Bee rested his hands on the glass, he felt like there was something out there that was calling to him, but he couldn't place what it was, or tell if he was just imagining it.
Bee felt a tug in his spark. Something was definitely up, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. Bee was debating what to do when he saw a reflection in the glass; someone was behind him.
He turned quickly, nervous that it was one of the adults who would take him back to his room, but he found it odd that he had heard no footsteps. He discovered why there were no footsteps when he had turned full circle; there was a barely visible wisp of light floating towards him.
Bee stumbled backwards, landing on his aft; he had never seen anything like this before.
When the light didn't advance or make a move to harm Bee, he decided to get up and investigate. He slowly lifted himself off the ground, as to not startle the thing, he didn't even know if it was alive or if it was some weird illusion, but he figured he should take precautions.
"Hello, my name is Bumblebee." Bee said, figuring it was as good a place to start as any.
The thing did not reply instead it started to move from side to side gracefully, it's soft pink glow brightening for a second and then dying back down again.
"Um ok, what are you?" he asked, "Can you talk?" He asked as a follow-up when he got no reply to his first question.
The thing shook from side to side; Bee took that as a no.
It started to move away, stopping so Bee could follow. It unfortunately led him back to his own room, but when it passed through the door he figured he should follow, it wasn't like it could wake up his guardians. He slowly opened the door and crept in, the thing was now near his bed, bouncing up and down as if telling him to hurry.
Bee silently made his way over to his berth, climbing up on it and staring at the thing, it just floated there. Bee stared at it for quite some time, but it just stayed there almost like it was waiting for him to do something. He decided that it wasn't going to do anything so he figured he would try to go into recharge.
He ran into the same problem of falling into recharge but then the pink glow came close to his helm and floated there.
It waited for him to shutter his optics, and remained floating near the youngling's helm when he did.
For some reason, Bee felt incredibly safe. Right before he drifted into recharge he thought he could hear the faint sound of someone singing a lullaby. It was so quiet that he could barely pick it up with his audio receptors, but it sounded so familiar.
Bee fell into recharge almost immediately after hearing the eerily familiar song, but not before he heard someone whisper find her.
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