Years.

It has been years sense that day, the day Prowl sacrificed himself to save Earth and Cybertron, as well as Optimus himself. A long time, too long. When they returned with the Allspark, captured Decepticon Highest, and Prowl's offline body Cybertron had rejoiced. Very few knew Prowl, of so very few. So he was not mourned by many, in fact the only who seemed to care were Optimus Prime and his group, as well as Sentinel Prime/Magnus' group. And Ultra Magnus when he was fully able again. No one else knew him, the few who did cared not of his fate. It was sad.

An angering.

After Megatron and his men were locked away, and a celebration set way, Optimus' first action afterword was to confront the Magnus - still Sentinel at the time - and request Prowl's revival. He was turned down almost immediately. But it wasn't Sentinel who said no, it was the Council. Surprisingly enough, Sentinel took Optimus straight to the Council, and requested that they consider bringing the Cyber Ninja back online, sense it was he who saved them all. They turned them both down. And neither could do anything about it.

They tried, of they tried. The two of them argued and threatened them, but the Council would not be persuaded. They closed to two out entirely, and wouldn't even consider it. But neither was willing to give up so easily, Sentinel went to the next best option.

Perceptor.

It was rather easy to convince the Scientist to help them, he agreed the moment they asked. It was surprising to the two, but they had not problem with it. He went and requested to study the Allspark, claiming that it could be unstable from missing it's power, or unstable from something it may have come into contact with. Even went so far as to say Prowl's spark energy could cause it to become unstable. Not willing to risk it, he was given clearance to study it.

Since then, he has been trying to find a way to revive using it's Energy. "It's easy to just stick another spark into him," He had explained. "But it runs a chance of being someone entirely new, rather than Prowl. I want to find a way to make sure I am not just using his old body as a shell for a new Spark that isn't him." Well, more or less so. This was more Wheeljack's "dumbed down" version, sense their had understood a word that came out of Perceptor's mouth in his distracted state with the Allspark fragments.

It could take weeks, months, years...

It took years, but not it seemed he has found a way.

Years too long, Optimus decided as he sat in the Lab, leaned forward with an elbow on his leg, and head in his hand. When his group arrived on Cybertron, shortly after their arrival and all the Ceremonies in their favor, they all went their separate ways. Bumblebee was the first to leave, saying he wanted to visit old friends, and that he couldn't "stomach anymore ceremonies". He had waved goodbye, and had left. And it seemed as if the little yellow mech had disappeared of the face of the planet. No one knew his whereabouts, no one has heard from him since that day.

He vanished into thin air, it seems.

Ratchet was next to leave, saying the same thing as Bumblebee, pretty much. He didn't leave the city, however. He worked in a local "Hospital" for a while, before opening his own "home clinic". He wasn't exactly a doctor anymore, but would be willing to help anyone who needed it, but couldn't afford a Hospital or Doctor. "Working for the poor," he had called it. He decided the Elite Guard could shove their laws up their afts, because he didn't like the fact so many bots, young and old, were out on the street sick. He kept in contact with everyone. And was expected to arrive here soon.

Bulkhead left after that, went back to his "home on the farm" to visit friends and family. He came back soon and went back to repairing space bridges for a while, before returning home to take over for his Creator. He kept in contact too, and even came to visit every now and then. He had kept up his art, now crafting things as well as painting. And even sells some of his pieces for quite a fair price. Optimus smiled at that, looking up and noticing one of the pieces Wheeljack had bought from him hanging on the wall. The Inventor having never been to Earth, purchased a picture of Dinobot Island from Bulkhead soon after they first arrived.

He was Bulkhead's first customer.

Then there is Sari...

She stayed for a while, stayed with Optimus in the City, went exploring, and eventually left for home. But years have passed. They found she does outlive most humans, but not by many years. After her Father died, she became somewhat depressive for a while. Came to live on Cybertron. She lived with Optimus after that, and the years just kept passing. She grew older and older, but her form didn't change much after she became an adult. She grew to be beautiful, and though her looks never changed after that, her body is still half organic, apparently more so than Cybertronian.

She died a few years back, though he had to admit he wasn't entirely sure if it was of old age. Her appearance hadn't changed much after she became an adult, as said, but she had started acting slow, weak, and sickly. The doctors of the city never found anything wrong, even Ratchet said he didn't know. In the end he wrote it off as her missing her home, her family, and her friends. One day she went into recharge, and never came back out. Ratchet checked her over when Optimus called, and sadly pronounced her offline. It was a dark day, especially sense her last night had been of her begging Optimus to find Bumblebee, because she wanted to see him.

And to this day Optimuus regrets the fact he didn't...and has a feeling she knew...she knew she wasn't going to wake back up.

With a sound of the chime, Optimus looked up as the door to the lab slid open. He smiled slightly as Ratchet walked in, being greeted by Wheeljack who then motioned towards Prime. Ratchet eyed him, nodded to Wheeljack and walked over to the firetruck, taking a seat next to him with a huff and a sigh. Optimus didn't move, simply looked down to the floor as the Older Mech sat down. A moment of silence passed between them before Wheeljack made a sound similar to a human clearing their throat across the room.

"So," Ratchet started, narrowing his optics at Wheeljack, who turned back to his work. "Did you manage to get in contact with everyone?" He looked to the former Autobot Earth Commander, and watched as he shuffled and sighed. "No." With a frown, he looked up to Ratchet. "I got Bulkhead and you...but not Bumblebee..." Ratchet huffed, and leaned over, crossing his arms over his lap and glaring at the table with Prowl's offline body on it. Wires hooked to him, straps holding him down. What exactly did they expect to happen when he comes back online?

If he does.

"I figured as much." He sighed, leaned back, pressing his back against the behind the bench they now sat on. "Damn kid, missed so much since he's left. Couldn't even get in contact with him to tell him about Sari. I have a feeling he probably knows, though. I don't know why but...it's just a feeling." Ratchet shrugged and Optimus nodded. "He blocked us all out." The medic continued. "Even Bulkhead and Sari. He shut us all off and ran away. Little brat..." Ratchet let out another sigh, Optimus smiled sadly. "After Prowl died...I guess he took it harder than we thought. He was talking about all sorts of things he wanted to do after the war while we were on Earth. He did become very quiet after everything happened... He kept smiling but never said much, if anything...I guess that should have been our first clue that something was wrong." Optimus shifted again, and leaned back against the wall like Ratchet.

"That's not fair." Ratchet mumbles, shifting to look at Perceptor, who is hooking more wires and cables to Prowl. "We all took it pretty damn hard, why should he get to run away from it all?" Both shift to look at the door as it slides open again, Bulkhead looks around and Wheeljack beckons him in, motioning towards Optimus and Ratchet. Optimus smiles, waving him over. With a sad smile, Bulkhead walks over. Ratchet gives him a half pout. "I see you went and grew up without us." He mumbled non-heatedly, as he looks the mech up and down.

Optimus smiled, indeed Bulkhead has gotten his Adult Upgrade now. In fact, it wasn't long ago. Optimus heard about it, sense he and Bulkhead kept in contact. Either Ratchet didn't know, or just wanted to play around on giving Bulkhead a hard time. With a smile, the still green mech sits by them on the floor, waving large hands. "Sorry Ratchet. I also kinda figured it would be you who would upgrade me to my adult armor. Guess not, though." With a smirk, Ratchet waves him off. "S'fine, fine. I understand. Why come to the old medic when they have all these pretty young femmes around, right?" Bulkhead chuckles along with the medic, giving him a light, playful punch in the arm.

The mood darkens soon enough though, as Bulkhead vents a sigh. Suppose none can resist doing so in these conditions. "Couldn't get a hold of 'Bee, could you?" He lowers his head and stare at the ground after getting a shake of the head from the two older mechs. "Sorry Bulkhead..." Optimus apologizes, standing and walking over to him to place a hand on his shoulder. Bulkhead shrugs, and smiles at Optimus. "I miss him, you know." He admits, Optimus smiles sadly, nodding.

"We all do, kid." Ratchet mumbles as he leans back again.

"Who?" Optimus turns to look at Perceptor, who had walked up to them holding a datapad, probably to announce they were ready to begin. "Bumblebee." Bulkhead replies without much thought or hesitation, it earns a slight tilt of the head from Perceptor. "We can wait for him." The scientist offers, everyone glances to him. Ratchet frowns, about to state that they had no way to contact him, and that he wouldn't be coming. "Yeah, we got a transmission from him a while back, he's returning to Cybertron. No worries, I informed him about it. He should be here later." Wheeljack calls distractedly from across the lab, meddling with something most of the wires connected to Prowl connect from.

A pause.

"Wait, he coming? Here?"

"He was off planet?"

"I'm going to kill that kid!"

Ratchet stands and turns to Optimus. "That's why none of us can get a hold of him! Damn kid went off planet!" The medic growls, glaring at Optimus as if he were the minibot himself. Optimus frowns. "I wonder why. Why didn't he tell us? Where did he go?" Holding a hand to his chin he looks to the ground, trying to think of answers to his own questions. "He said he was going home..." Everyone glances to Bulkhead, who frowns up at them with a confused expression as he continues.

"He never said his home was on Cybertron."


Authors Note: AUGH I am such a bad writer. But I write when I get bored or get ideas, I wish I was better at it. But I'm not. Anyways, hope you enjoy! Next chapter coming soon! If you see any mistakes feel free to point them out! I'll go through and fix them~

Disclaimer: Transformers does not belong to me, nor do any of it's Characters.