Chapter One
FYI: there are some mild language in this story and some graphic thoughts. Rated T for Teens.
On a slow day in Detroit, Bumblebee and Sari were watching TV. Bulkhead came in and joined them. Then they heard the computer say 'Incoming Transmission.'
"You better get that." Bulkhead said to Bumblebee.
"Why me?"
"You remember the last time a answered it?" Bulkhead argued.
Then Optimus Prime came in. "I'll get it." he said and pressed a button. "Optimus Prime here."
Then Jazz popped on to the screen, "Hey, how's it going?"
"Alright. So what's the news." Prime said.
"Oh yeah. By order of the Elite Guard, all young bots are to be re-evaluated ASAP to aid in our fight against the Decepticon on the front line. Do you have a young bot there?" Jazz explained.
"Yeah, I'll go get him. Bumblebee!" Prime shouted.
"WHAT?"
"Its for you." Prime said.
Bumblebee walked to the computer and saluted Jazz.
"At ease." Jazz started, "Now this is your re-evaluation. Answer the questions truthfully. This will tell us if you're able to fight or not."
"Okay." Bumblebee said and sat down.
The next day…
Bumblebee walked out with his eyes almost shut.
"I hope I don't ever get evaluated again." he said as he laid down on the couch.
"Are you done yet?" Sari asked him.
"Nope, I'm just taking a break." he explained.
"What's the big deal anyway. Its not like you're going any where, right?" she said.
But she saw Bumblebee asleep on the couch and left him alone.
An hour later…
"Hey kid wake up!" Ratchet said, "Jazz is waiting for you."
"What!" he jumped up and ran to the computer.
"Ready for the final part?" Jazz said.
"Yeah…(yawn). Lets get this over with." Bumblebee said.
Twelve MORE hours later…
"YES… I'm finished!!" Bumblebee said as he came into the common room.
"Finally?" Sari asked.
"Yup, finally."
"So, how did you do?" She went on.
But she noticed him sleeping, again, and just continued watching TV.
That night…
"(yawn)…how long was I out?" Bumblebee asked.
"All day." Prowl said.
"Wow. New record." he said.
"So how'd you do?" Bulkhead asked.
"I don't know. Jazz is supposed to call me and tell me." Bumblebee said.
Then Prime walked I, with Jazz.
"Hey, got some news for all ya." Jazz said.
"What? When'd you get here? How?" Bumblebee asked.
"Not to long ago and I brought a vessel." Jazz explained.
Then Sari came in.
"Hey what's he doing here?" she asked.
"I'm here to tell Bumblebee how he did on the re-evaluation." he explained.
"Well, how'd he do?" Ratchet asked.
"The Elite Guard was so impressed with his score, that they put him into the system."
"Really? Me an Elite Guard." Bumblebee said.
"Not exactly. You are a squadrons captain on the front line." Jazz corrected him.
"The front…WHAT?" Bumblebee said.
"You will get to met you squad when we arrive on Cybertron." Jazz said.
"Wait…you mean Bumblebee's…LEAVING." Sari said.
"I'm sorry. But we need all the troops we can get. Be ready in O One hundred hours." Jazz said as he left the room.
Sari looked at Bumblebee, who had his head in his hands, and said…
"Why are you leaving?"
"I didn't know." he tried defending himself.
"Oh forget it." She said and stormed out.
"What have I done?" Bumblebee asked himself.
Thirty minutes past and Bumblebee found Sari in her room crying.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked from the door.
"What do you think." she said wiping a tear from her face.
"Listen, I'll write to you every chance I get."
"I don't want to read, I want to see you." she said and jumped on his lap.
"Don't worry, these usually last like two months." he said.
"Do the troops make it back?" she asked.
Bumblebee looked in her eyes and noticed the were ready to burst with tears.
"Some of them." he said.
Then she let out a big cry. Bumblebee held her close.
"Please come back." she said.
"I will."
Then Jazz came in.
"Come on. Its time to go."
Sari quickly crawled up his arm and gave him a big kiss on the lips.
"Promise me you're coming back." she whispered in his ear.
"I promise." he said back.
And with that, she got off his lap and he walked out the door and looked back at Sari. That was the last thing she saw before lying in her bed, his back walking out of the plant.