Summary - SPOILERS if you haven't seen the episode turn back now! What if by chance Prowl and Bumblebee actually met each other in another time, after Yoketron was murdered, without even realizing it? This takes place before and after the time the protoforms were stolen and Prowl was left alone, unable to finish his cyber ninja training.
Warnings - Semi violence, character death, emotional scarring and all that good stuff.
Five Servos of Doom
by WildIce22014
"I'm sorry master" Prowl sighed, unable to fully close the chamber door that contained the resting bodies of the protoforms.
"You have the spark within you, you simply have to locate it," Master Yoketron explained. "That's why I am sending you on an optics quest. Find your spark, Prowl, and return as the cyber ninja I know you to be.
Prowl bowed to his sensei and exited the dojo, preparing himself for the long journey ahead of him. He believed in himself and the words of Master Yoketron. Prowl knew he would be victorious in his quest and take his spot as the newest brother of the Cyber Ninjas.
The next morning, Yoketron wished Prowl good luck on his journey and not once did the golden cyclist look back.
Stellar cycles after Prowl began his optics quest, a remarkable phenomenon occurred. Many of the unborn protoforms within the Guardian Chamber began to develop independent, beating sparks and started hatching from within the stasis pods. Yoketron rounded up as many members of the Brotherhood as he could, and in a short amount of time they had their servos full caring for the newly formed Autobots who already grown their first primary plating, to protect their circuits until a, stronger armour grew in its place. Yoketron prepared as small group of the council's most trusted cyber ninjas to personally escort the young ones to the Elite Guard headquarters. One of those chosen cyber ninjas was a young but skilled bot named Jazz.
"I can't believe how fast these little guys are hatching, and before their required date no less." Jazz commented as he carefully helped the other ninjas in removing the early born protoforms from their moulds.
"It is truly remarkable." Yoketron replied as he laid the next small protoform on a berth where he could scan the young one's spark, body, and mental health. "They sense their brothers and sisters falling in battle and wish to fight by their side."
Conforming that the protoform was in perfect shape, Yoketron handed her over to another Cyber Ninja, who in turn carefully transported the resting femme onto the loading ship. Jazz handed Yoketron the next bot, a small green mech.
"You have to admit, these guys sure are tiny." The student replied as he watched his sensei wave a hand over the child's processor and spark, sensing for any kind of disturbance.
"They will grow in time, but I must admit they will not become much larger. Fortunately, they have a special ability that allows them to make up for this weakness with their speed and stingers." Yoketron explained as he folded the young green protoform's servos, unleashed said stingers.
"It kinda hurts knowing the Elite Guard only want these little guys just to train them to fight a war they're not ready for," Jazz frowned as he watched the green mech try to charge his stinger, but found himself unable to summons enough energon to ignite them.
"Weren't we the same as Protoforms? Rising to become warriors and protect our beloved planet at any cost?" Yoketron inquired as he gazed at Jazz. "I too had wished a better life for these young one, over the stellar cycles I have grown attached to their sparks."
Jazz watched as his Master supported the newly born protoform's back as he pulled him up into a sitting position. The green mech gazed around the room in confusion and curiosity, his young mind not yet capable of comprehending what was happening. Yoketron rested his servo other the smaller mech's chest plate where his spark was exposed and it pulsed with a warm glow that soothed the young mech into a stasis nap.
"Crazy, how did you do that?" Jazz asked awed at how at peace the mech and femmes seemed whenever they were in Yoketron's embrace, while they panicked and thrashed whenever anyone else handled them.
"I have always been here to watch over these young ones and in turn my sparks beats in rhythm with the energy of their own. I have known them all their life, so they are at peace with my presence."
Jazz smiled with pride, but his faceplate soon dropped as Yoketron clutched his head in pain and the green mech squirmed as if suffering from a nightmare.
"Master?" Jazz asked, instantly by his teacher's side.
"This one," he hissed. "This young one will suffer much hardship in his life. He will face more pain and sorrow then any of others ever will experience." His servo released the young one's spark and the child fell back into deep slumber in Yoketron's grasp. The aged sensei let out a hazy breath. "I fear this might be one of the few who will not survive the war."
"Then why are we sending them off at such a young age?" Jazz growled quietly so not to disturb the other protoforms "They're not even one solar cycle old!"
"True, they may be young in both matter and processor, but I sense a great power ready to be released from within." Yoketron let out a heavy sigh and regained his composure. "They are strong, with great potential and much persistence to succeed."
Yoketron passed the child back to Jazz.
"Assuming the other protoforms do not start generating before their set date, then this is the last one to be delivered. I'm entrusting you and your team to take care of them, Jazz."
"Don't worry Master Yoketron." Jazz passed the child to another ninja who placed the young one in a stasis pod that would protect the little one's soft metal tissue during the long journey. "I promise not to let a single one of them will go offline, they're in save servos."
"I hope you are right, may the Ninja brothers keep you save along your travels."
Both sensei and student bowed to each and Jazz left with the rest of his team to deliver the new bots to the Autobot meeting point where they would then be handed over to the Elite Guard for protection. Yoketron followed the crew onto the landing bay and watched the space craft leave his solitude dojo, not once sensing the danger that approached.
Many cycles after Jazz and his team had left the dojo, Yoketron went back to watching over the rest of the Protoforms still resting in the secret chamber hidden behind cyber ninja monument room. In the centre of the chamber, Yoketron sat quietly, crossed legged on the landing as he sensed the growing sparks beating inside all of the protoforms that slept peacefully in their pods. Letting their thoughts and feelings flow with his own, the young ones rested peacefully knowing they were protected by a familiar spark.
Just when all seemed at peace, Yoketron sensed a wave of fear and terror inside the chamber, generating from each and every one of the protoform pods. Optics lighting up in full brightness, Yoketron jumped to his feet and ran out of the room as quickly as he could. Outside he positioned himself to levitate the orb and close the chamber from outside disturbance, but before the gates could fully shut, Yoketron was hit from behind.
Falling to the ground, Yoketron caught the vibration of feet running towards him and rolled aside just in time to grab the attacking servo and pushed the assailant overhead just as another shot was fired. The attacker caught the blast of the ray and was thrown aside by the impact, leaving Yoketron unharmed and ready to defend himself.
"Just as stealthy as ever, Master," a voice chuckled as they moved from their hiding place amongst the shadows.
"Lockdown!" Yoketron roared as he spotted the faceplate of his old pupil and one upon a time, favourite student.
"How dare you return to this place, after how you brought shame upon the brotherhood?"
"What can I say; I had some unfinished business to take care of, not to mention a promise to some new friends." Lockdown chuckled as more bots revealed themselves from the shadows, each with a Decepticon symbol.
"So, you have chosen his side over mine?" Yoketron hissed in betrayal and sorrow.
"I never did care much for that circuit-su nonsense, besides they gave me an offer I couldn't refuse." Lockdown grinned as he readied his laser for another attack.
Before Lockdown could even fire, he was struck by several kunai, thrown from above and dislodging his laser. From the rafters, a small group of cyber ninjas dropped from the hidden support beams above and landed around their master in a protective circle.
"Quickly! Disarm them as I close the chamber!" Yoketron ordered his pupils who in response, unleashed their weapons to combat the intruders, while a small remaining group stood around their Master in a semi-circle, ready to defend him from another attack.
"Nice try!" Lockdown's minions intercepted the attacking ninjas, as he and the rest of his team charged their lasers and shot together in one union that knocked the remaining ninja aside and destroyed the gate and sphere.
While the rest of Yoketron's students were knocked aside, the impact propelled Yoketron foreword and through the crumbling gate. Landing on the platform that supported the runway to the chamber, Yoketron fell on top of concrete debris, but mostly unharmed. Outside, Yoketron could hear the clashing of weapons and the fire of lasers as the two teams began battling. Inside the room however, Yoketron heard the clicking of feet as Lockdown entered the sacred chamber.
"The Protoform chamber, I remember this vault very well, although you seem to be missing a few of your protoforms," Lockdown pondered as he gazed at a few of the empty pods.
"Come to think of it, weren't you the one who taught me how to open and close the gate, Sensei?" Lockdown gloated as he kicked the remaining metal on top of his fallen master.
"You," hissed Yoketron. "You have not right, to enter this chamber!" The ninja spun around and attacked his former student, knocking him back with just a wave of his servo.
Lockdown felt his body being swept off the floor and thrown into the nearest wall, with enough force to form a crater within the wall. Pushing himself up, Lockdown race back to his master and both used their martial combat skills to battle servo-to-servo on the railings that supported them.
Both were equally matched in skill and just when Lockdown was about to over power his sensei by switching back to firing with his weapon, Yoketron relaxed and used his mental powers to crush the weapon and rip it and Lockdown's wrist from his servo. Lockdown screamed in agony. Pushing his palms foreword again, Yoketron lifted the intruder off the ground and threw him across the room, pinning him to the ground.
"Call of your minions, Lockdown!" Yoketron ordered with a strong and controlled voice, not even sounding winded.
"Never!" Lockdown hissed, ignoring the energon gushing from his wound.
Yoketron prepared to finish the deed, when suddenly the ground rumbled from a loud explosion outside, causing Yoketron's footing to slip and release his hold over Lockdown. The traitor acted quickly, using his remaining servo to pick up the discarded gun fire at Yoketron. The older mech was able to dodge the attacks at the last micro cycle, unfortunately the blast instead fired at a defenseless pod behind him.
"No!" The glass on the pod door shattered and inside Yoketron could see the unborn protoform twitch from the impact and its small spark dimmed.
"Lockdown stop! You'll destroy the protoforms," Yoketron jumped off the railing and levitated himself across the vault, to the broken pod where he reached through the broken glass to inspect the tiny protoform. It was cold and still, like an unborn child that died before it had a chance to escape its mother's womb. A protoform's spark was naturally smaller than that of a normal transformer, but even Yoketron's processor could not sense the pulse from within its chest plate, showing any sign life.
Yoketron let out a shuddered breath and whispered a short prayer for the young one, taking comfort that they felt no pain and would find peace in the well of Allsparks.
"Lockdown don't be reckless," a Decepticon growled. "we need as many of the protoforms as we can carry."
"Fine," snapped Lockdown, "Take as many as you can before the rest of the cyber ninjas are alerted of our ambush. I'll take care of the last one here." Lockdown chuckled, motioning to his master, who was still trying to save the offline bot.
"Last one?" Yoketron turned to face the Decepticons, spotting the fallen bodies of his pupils outside the chamber. All still and dead.
Yoketron levitated towards the remaining intruders, placing himself between them and the protoforms. No more energon would be spilled tonight.
"How dare you!" he hissed, his rage lifting the broken debris around them.
The Decepticons assisted Lockdown in trying to take out the last cyber ninja, but the Master was able to block their attacks and take a few of them out with a wave of his servo, but even the wise and powerful sensei was quickly overwhelmed by their shear force of numbers and weapons, unable to keep his optics on all of them at once, leaving himself wide open for an attack.
The sudden blast of the laser threw the sensei off balance, and he hesitated long even to be bombarded for even more attacks. He collapsed from both pain and exhaustion, grabbing onto the railing and hauling himself onto the platform. Completely surrounded by the enemy, Yoketron glared up at Lockdown, who pointed his gun right between Yoketron's optics. His former pupil chuckled and reached down removing the trademark helmet that Yoketron had worn with pride for nearly his entire cyber ninja career.
"I always did like this helmet." Lockdown chuckled as his master attempted to lift himself back up, only to collapse under his own weight. "Its shame what you did to my servo, but not to worry, I'll get a replacement soon. After all, I'm planning on going into the bounty hunting business after this. I think I'll keep your mod as my first trophy, then I'll be sure to get a replacement servo for the one you took."
Lockdown's grin widened as energon oozed from his master's wounds, his life slipping away with every breath.
"Lockdown, we got as many as we can carry, now let's get out of here before the Elite Guard show up." The same mech who yelled at Lockdown earlier ordered.
"Well it's been a blast, but don't worry about your precious little protoforms, they'll be going to a good cause."
"No," Yoketron raised a quaking servo towards the Decepticons who were making their way out of the vault with the protoforms he had raised as his own for so many stellar cycles.
Yoketron's spark was fading and his will power was weakening, but before blackness engulfed his vision he managed to make out one word.
"Prowl…"
Prowl returned to the Dojo, rolling into the main hall where he had expected to find his Master to be waiting for him, knowing Prowl had failed in his quest.
"Master Yoketron forgive me I...I tried but-," Prowl transformed and stood in shocked at the destruction around him. The roof of the dojo blown off and all of the surrounding walls and statues were destroyed.
Not wasting anytime, Prowl ran to the monument room where all the past holograms of the cyber ninja brothers were displayed, along with an image of Yoketron himself. Seeing the gate destroyed beyond repair, Prowl ran into the secret room that hid all of the protoform moulds, without taking the time to check on any of the fallen ninjas around him. The doors were blown off and all around him, Prowl saw open pods with no protoforms inside of them. Yet, he immediately forgot about that once his optics spotted the motionless body of Yoketron.
"Master Yoketron?" Moving further into room, Prowl ran across the platform and kneeled at his sensei's side, who was still online but badly damaged.
"Master what happened?!" Prowl kept his voice level as Yoketron tilted his faceplate towards him.
"Ambushed," Yoketron weazed. "Took the, protoforms..."
"Who took them?" Prowl asked, "Who did this?!" He wanted nothing more then to track down the bots responsible for the attack, but the dying body of his master prevented him from lashing out. Prowl had to stay calm and focused until he got help for Yoketron.
"Now, I join the well of Allsparks," Yoketron ignored his question and instead let his optics dim and give into the eternal slumber that called out to him.
"Master no!" Prowl whispered in fear, "I need you online!" Yoketron didn't answer and his spark began beating irregular, ready to give up and let the remaining energy disperse from his chamber completely.
Thinking quickly, Prowl ran to the nearest railing and scanned all the empty protoform moulds, spotting one with a shell still intact. Without thinking, Prowl jumped off railing and landed next to the protoform, where he pulled the sleeping mech out of its stasis pod.
"Who ever he was, he didn't take all the Protoform moulds." Throwing the shell over his shoulder, Prowl jump back onto the beam and ran back to his Master's side.
Carefully laying the protoform beside his master, Prowl removed Yokertron's spark chamber and placed it in the body of the new, younger protoform. The shell lit up with the light of the new spark and slowly took on the appearance of his master, with no wounds or damage noticeable.
Yoketron's optics flickered back to life and he looked around the room in confusion, before his optics focused on the relieved faceplate of his student. "Prowl?" Quickly realizing what just happened, Yoketron lifted his head and looked at Prowl in both anger and disappointment. "What have you done?"
"I-I've," Prowl was in too much shock to properly explain what just happened so he simply said, "I brought you back."
"You must not sacrifice a piece of the future, to bring back the past." Yoketron explained as Prowl stared back in confusion.
"Some day, when your time comes, you will understand." letting his head drop back, Yoketron let go of his new form and allowed his processor pass on, his spark fading, as did the lights in optics and armour, until both were grey and dull as normal metal.
"No…" Prowl dropped his head in despair as he grieved over the loss of not only his teacher, but the one person that had ever risked and scarified so much for him, just to make Prowl a better bot.
For what felt like an eternity, Prowl knelt by his maser's side, letting memories of their time together flow; his training, their friendship, and just being in one another's company. Prowl could never relive those memories, and now thanks to who ever caused all this damage, he was left without a teacher to finish his training. Prowl let his servo rest on Yoketron's spark chamber and after so much time had past by, the warmth generated by his spark had finally faded into an icy cold.
"I promise you Master, I'll find the one responsible for this and make him pay." Prowl jumped to his feet and was ready to depart, to inform the other ninjas of what just happened, only to stop at the sight of a strange flash of light.
Turning around, Prowl noticed in the far corner of the chamber lay a broken pod with an undisturbed protoform inside, motionless just like his master. The protoform was far smaller then the other ones, but at the same time just as precious. Prowl noted the slight damage done around its chest plate and exposed spark chamber. True, the pod had taken most of the damage, but being at such a vulnerable age it wouldn't have made a difference. Assuming the young one was offline, Prowl prepared to leave again, only for the same blue light to start glowing, flashing from within the pod.
The shell was very much alive and its body was admitting a warm blue glow that made Prowl's own spark beat in response, as if the young one was calling out to him. The protoform covered itself in a blue veil of light and in its empty spark chamber flickered as a pulse light.
"It couldn't be," Prowl gawked as the protoform's optics lit up with the same baby blue light. It's dull, grey; liquid body began to take shape and create a thin primary armour that covered its exposed circuitry. "It's coming online!"
Jumping off the platform, Prowl maneuvered himself past all the empty pods, until he landed against the cracked casing of the living one. Prowl forced the damaged vault open and watched in astonishment as the young bot's armour took it's new shape and the blue veil shifted into a powerful, golden light.
Pulling the protoform out of its pod, Prowl carefully brought the new sparkling close to him and jumped back on to the landing next to Yoketron. Placing the newly born protoform next to his sensei, Prowl kneeled beside the bot and watched as it slowly came to life. Prowl was overwhelmed by how warm the protoform was and how his own spark seemed to cause his own to beat faster. The light slowly faded into a warm glow as if merging into its grey armour, changing it from plain steel to a bright yellow and grey finish.
The light vanished and all that was left was a semi grown Autobot. Fearing that the wound on its chest plate was still there, Prowl inspected the youngling's body but was relieved to find that there was nothing wrong with it after all. A healthy spark was beating in perfect sync with his own.
The protoform's optics lit up in full brightness and their blue light gazed up at Prowl in confusion and awe.
"Hello there." Prowl smiled reassuringly down at it and took the small black and yellow servo into his own, so the mech could latch onto his fingers.
The small mech gazed at the other's servo and smiled back as he gripped onto Prowl, instantly taking liking to him.
"Do you know where you are?" Prowl asked still fearing the damage the Protoform suffered before hatching could still have affected his processor rather then his body.
The younger one opened it mouth, but not a sound escaped his mouth. Instead the young one let his optics wonder down his new form and giggled as he made his hand fold in and released two stingers in there place. Prowl chuckled at how the young one seemed easily amused by his own special modifications. He had to remember that he was dealing with a new born, so his birth was not like the transformation with Yoketron. His master possessed a fully developed processor that had lived for several stellar cycles, while this new born was still learning and had yet to understand the basics of his creation.
Speaking of Yoketron, Prowl let his faceplate tilt back to the fallen shell of his master and remembered he still had a murderer to find, he didn't have time to deal with a new Sparkling. Yet, at the same time he couldn't leave the young one here by himself. Who knows how long it would be before someone came to the dojo and found his master and protoform?
A yellow servo rested on his cheek and Prowl turned his faceplate back to the young one who was gazing up at him in confusion and fear. Contemplating his options, Prowl tried to understand his Master's last words about the future and past. While his inner selfish desires demanded that he go after the bot responsible for all this, and make him pay, his spark however, told him that this protoform was part of the future and he owed it to Yoketron to take care of the only surviving mech.
The yellow mech wrapped his servos around Prowl and turned his head around to take a long look around the room. There were so many empty pods, the dojo lay in ruin and the bodies of fallen ninjas lying still around them. His optics finally landed on the dead body of Yoketron and even though the young mech didn't know the mech by name, he still felt a connection to the late Master, who watched over him and his siblings since they were given sparks.
"You're the only one left that wasn't taken, and like me, you're now alone with no where to go," Prowl sighed, bringing the smaller mech into a full embraced, practically feeling the loneliness and sorrow in their hug.
Prowl let his gaze wonder from the living mech in his arms, to that of the lifeless protoform he selfishly sacrificed just to bring his Master back. That fallen mech could have been the small one's sibling, but now he will never get to know him or any of the others who were stolen.
"That makes you the youngest Autobot of your kind and the last one that will ever be produced in these protoform moulds." Finally understanding his Master's word, Prowl decided that this mech was now his responsibility and needed him more then Prowl needed his revenge.
Picking up the child, Prowl carried him out of the chamber and into the Hall of Ninjas, past the bodies of teachers and students Prowl had once called his friends. Prowl hid the young one's faceplate into his chest, to save him from any more scars.
"I remember Master Yoketron telling me the meeting point where the Protoforms would be transported for save keeping during the war." Prowl rested his chin on the young one's head, noticing the tiny bumps that would soon grow into horns. "I promise I'll get you there safely." He vowed not willing to risk losing another mech in the same solar cycle.
The yellow mech unfolded his stingers again and tried to take aim at Prowl's faceplate, who quickly pulled away at the last second. Giggling to himself the small one wrapped his servos around Prowl's neck again and let his optics dim with exhaustion.
"You're a little trouble maker aren't you?" Prowl whispered, realizing the young one must have imprinted on him, in the same way it had imprinted on Yoketron. "I promise I'll always watch over you."
Prowl knew it was a lie, the moment he met up with the other ninjas and the Elite Guard, he would hand the protoform over, tell them what happened at the dojo and to Master Yoketron and the others. After, Prowl would immediately set off after the bots who killed his Master, assuming the trail hadn't gone cold.
Prowl didn't know why he made that promise, but from how the young one reacted, Prowl could of sworn the child was keeping him to that promise, as his optics finally shut off and he fell into a well needed stasis nap. Smiling to himself, Prowl silently exited the dojo so not to disturb the young one and they set off on their long journey after Jazz and his team.
"Hey Prowl!" Back in the present day, Prowl now stood in front of a full length mirror as he gazed at his new mods and samurai armour, with the helmet of his fallen Sensei who he finally avenged, but not in the way he had originally planned.
"Prowl! You listening?!" turning around, Prowl saw Bumblebee standing at his door with a huge smile of his faceplate. "Nice mods! Now you're part of the club," he grinned, motioning to his own modification, his precious jet boosters.
"Thank you," Prowl nodded back as he continued to observe himself in the mirror.
"It's weird, but I think I've seen that helmet before," Bumblebee mumbled as he crossed his servos and tilted his head, gazing at Prowl with a frustrated expression.
"Where?" Prowl asked, suddenly curious at to how Bumblebee could have ever seen this helmet, it was one of a kind after all.
Realizing what he just said that out-loud, Bumblebee backed away with a noticeable blush along his cheeks "Uh, never mind, forget I said anything."
"Bumblebee," Prowl's hard and firm tone caused Bumblebee to freeze on the spot and face the ninja again. "Where have you seen this helmet?"
"Promise not to laugh if I tell you?" Bumblebee asked to which Prowl nodded.
"Ok, you're gonna think this is weird, but I've seen that helmet in a dream. Well, more like a memory actually." Bumblebee a smile fondly "I remember as a protoform, I was surrounded by other mechs and femmes, I think they were my siblings. There was also someone else there too, don't ask me how I know, but it always felt like someone was watching over us, someone safe and warm."
Prowl remained silent as a troubling thought ran through is processor. Surely, he couldn't be the small mech all those stellar cycles ago?
"I never saw his face, but sometimes I would see him in a dream. He didn't do anything, just watched over me and kept me company with his voice." Bumblebee unconsciously lifted his servo and placed it over his spark chamber. "Then one day I felt a sudden pain in my chest and the presence vanished, as if he was never there to begin with. It was the first time I ever felt truly alone."
Prowl silently walked up to Bumblebee and quickly analysed the young mech's faceplate as he relived old memories. Since Prowl first joined Optimus' team he always had this feeling he met Bumblebee before, but he could never pinpoint when they actually met. Bumblebee's protoform mould was a special kind that didn't allow much variation between mechs besides their faceplates. Yet the likeliness of Bumblebee being that exact protoform was very poor, since they were the most common Autobot's manufactured during that era.
Optimus always scolded Prowl for never trying to befriend Bumblebee, since he was the youngest, but Prowl couldn't face the yellow mech because of that reason. Bumblebee looked so much like that small mech all those stellar cycles ago, it caused old wounds surface every time they locked optics together. Prowl wasn't ready to relive those memories just yet, that's why he kept his distance from Bumblebee, he was a constant reminder of what could have been if he never left.
"Well, you look tired, so I better leave," said Bumblebee, noticing how uncomfortable he was making the older bot, and quickly headed towards the door.
"Bumblebee?" Prowl called out, preventing the youngest member from taking another step.
"Yeah, Prowl?"
"Do you remember anything after that, like the moment you were released from your stasis pod?"
"Not really," Bumblebe shrugged. "Funny thing is I don't remember anything about how I saw forged."
"They never told you anything?" Prowl asked in shock.
"They never told us anything. We were transported to a special location and were monitored until we were fully developed. I remember them always telling us we were special in some way, but we were never told why. After the war they just turned around and sent us to different colonies on Cybertron, to begin our training like any other Autobot warriors."
"They never told you why you were monitored more then any other type of protoform during that era?" Prowl asked trying to gain more information about Bumblebee's past.
"Nope, I guess it was because of the war we were so heavily guarded. I was too young to remember any of it, but that was what I was told." He shrugged not thinking much of it, causing Prowl to turn away. "But," Prow froze and slowly faced Bumblebee again. "I do remember one thing about that time. Everything was cold and scary, there were explosions and I felt someone in pain, besides myself. Then, everything was quiet, everyone was gone, the evil presence, the other protoforms and that strange man." Bumblebee shivered.
"It felt like I was all alone forver, until something happened." Prowl unknowingly stepped closer to Bumblebee. "Someone familiar returned and then everything felt warm and save again. The pain in my chest faded and I opened my optics for the first time. I don't remember what the mech looked like, but he stayed by my side the entire time."
Prowl smiled and so did Bumblebee.
"I don't remember their face, I think it might have been my creator or guardian, either way that solar cycle was the happiest time of my life. After that the presence left and I was handed over to the Elite guard, reunited with my brothers and sisters. The strange thing is, even though I was with them again, I still felt alone."
Bumblebee let his guard lower for the first time around Prowl, or any of the Autobots for that matter, and allowed his optics to leak oil. He always secretly missed that mysterious bot, and his spark always felt incomplete without its warmth. That is, until that fateful day when the whole team was brought together on that distant asteroid field, then the feeling vanished for no reason at all.
"Sorry for getting all emotional there." Bumblebee chuckled nervously as he stepped away from Prowl and furiously wiped his face clean.
"Bumblebee? One more thing."
"Yeah Prowl?"
"You remember how you were held captive by Starscream, twice. Taken hostage by the Constructions, took on Blitzwing by yourself at the under ground race track, ambushed by Wasp-"
"You're not actually gonna list every time I messed up are you?" Bumblebee moaned, not wanting to receive another lecture.
"Just try to take better care of yourself from now on, ok?" Prowl whispered heart fully as he rested a servo on Bumblebee's shoulder, showing a rare show of concern for the other mech.
"What are you my guardian? I promise I'll be more careful, ok?" Bumblebee finally left Prowl's side and walked back to his own room.
"And I promise I'll always watch over you."
"Bumblebee froze and Prowl slowly shut the door, leaving the shorter mech feeling confused as he suddenly a felt a familiar sense of déjà-vu.
'I promise I'll always watch over you.'
Bumblebee stood in the hallway for a few more cycles before shrugging his shoulders and walked back to his room for a stasis nap, naïve to how, on the other side of the door, Prowl was leaned against it with a single tear rolling down his faceplate. The sound of Bumblebee calling him his guardian appealed to Prowl so much that it caused him to smile slightly.
"I finally found you." And he would never let him go again.
you like? ^_^
As you can see, it has cameos of Wasp (the little green mech if you haven't guessed yet), how the battle between Yoketron and Lockdown went, how Lockdown lost his arm and eventually replaced it with a hook.
"I'm sure several of you will have complaints or questions about the protoforms and how they were forged. I haven't seen that many of the other TF series (besides beastmachines and the first saga of energon), so I don't know anything about protoforms. Working with what I had, I came up with my own description of what happends when they are 'born' and how it occurs.
"Secondly, I'm sure some of you are curious about the Protoform's size. Well in Animated, they were the exact same size as a regular Autobot, but just to make the story cuter, just imagine they're smaller then Bumblebee and Wasp. That way it gives the illusion Bumblebee really is a baby.
"All reviews are welcomes, both positive and negative, so don't hold back. See ya next time!