A/N: WHOOP! 2016 yo! Can you guys believe it's been three whole years now since TFP's finale episode was released on march 30th 2013? dang...I sorta feel...old or something...for some reason...Oh Well! It's awesome to think that after three or so years the fandom is still so strong!
Optimus breathed a sigh of relief when his meeting was over, and only he and Jazz were still standing in the abandoned building. Jazz came up to his friend and put his hands on his hips.
"Okay, now are ya gonna tell me why you were late to a meeting?" Jazz questioned expectantly. Optimus sighed again, this time in weariness.
"Jazz, I simply had a" Optimus paused "Run in with-" Optimus was cut off by Jazz almost jumping on him from surprise.
"Wait! Someone mugged you didn't they?" Jazz asked in a tone that made you wonder if it really was a question. Before Optimus could explain more Jazz continued.
"Alright, who mugged ya? And for how much? Cause I really have to stop this from happening any longer. Did you know you are the fourth bot to get stolen from by this pickpocket, in this area?" Optimus opened his mouth to respond when Jazz,yet again, beat him to it.
"What did they look like? What color were they? That should narrow the search somewhat..." Jazz mumbled the last part to himself. Optimus simply held in the urge to roll his optics.
"He was yellow but-" Optimus was really starting to get annoyed at Jazz's constant interruptions.
"Come on lets go look for 'em" Jazz quickly transformed and sped out the doors. Leaving Optimus to try and catch up.
Optimus and Jazz finally arrived at the alley were the Prime had cornered the youngling. Jazz still hadn't let Optimus explain what had truly happened yet, and Optimus was beginning to just not say anything. Optimus really did like Jazz, heck they had been friends from before the war, but still sometimes he could go off on tangents. It got a little annoying after awhile.
"Over the wall huh?" Jazz mumbled to himself as he examined the gauges the bot had used to climb. Almost as quickly as the small youngling had done, Jazz climbed over the wall and landed softly on the other side. Optimus followed his friend over the wall, at a slower pace, and found the silver bot had already began searching the area for any evidence that the little pickpocket had been there.
Suddenly Jazz seemed to find some tracks as he bolted off towards another alley, The Prime trailing behind him. Jazz finally stopped, blocks away from where he had started, in front of an old factory that had been long since abandoned. Optimus finally caught up and looked at the building they had stopped in front of. It looked as if the Prime's suspicions were correct in that the young one had been without a home.
-Before Jazz and Optimus arrived, with Bumblebee and Arcee-
Arcee had eventually fallen into recharge, she realized this as she found herself waking up. Bumblebee was lying next to her, huddled into the soft blankets protectively. The sight brought a smile to Arcee's face. She watched as her brothers doorwings would twitch every so often in his sleep, and every so often he would mumble incoherent things to himself. Arcee slowly got up, trying not to disturb her sibling.
The femme sighed as she rested her arms on the railing that circled the upper balcony of the factory. She was going to have to join a side soon. She couldn't go much longer just being a neutral, not just because of the war, and how it was spreading so fast. Also because of her moral codes and beliefs. When she was younger, around fifteen, she had sworn to join the Autobots when she was old enough. Her Sire and Carrier had both been Autobots, before they were killed. She had actually been on her way to the Autobot base, she was going to try and fake her age, when she had stumbled upon a six year old little sparkling. He had been hiding behind a dumpster, his sudden squeak of surprise when she came into his field of vision, was what had given his position away.
Arcee shot a glance behind herself, and saw her little brother sitting up and rubbing his optics with his hand as he sleepily looked at her.
"You-" Bumblebee let out a small yawn "Okay Cee?" he asked her. She just nodded and walked over to him and sat down next to him. The femme could see how tiered the little guy was, so she just started to rub the sensory panel between his doorwings and the base of his neck. She knew these were sensitive spots, and it always seemed to lull him to sleep when they were touched just right. Arcee just happened to be knowledgeable in all the ways to make him relax and fall asleep, it's what sisters do.
"No...Cee...I'm not...tiered...We-" He yawned again and his optics dimmed significantly "have to be alert..." the youngling started to lean more heavily against her, but he refused to fall back into recharge. Arcee laughed as his attempt to sit up ended with him slumping forward until he was on his chest plate on the ground.
"Fine, fine. If you can stand up and do a flip kick, like I taught you, you can stay awake longer" She offered. Bumblebee nodded eagerly at the chance to prove himself to his big sister.
Bumblebee shakily stood up and took a moment to breath before he bent down and sprang up. He executed the flip kick almost perfectly, and landed gracefully, well as gracefully as a youngling can, back on the floor. Arcee smiled proudly at him and once again stood up.
Arcee suddenly thought she heard voices outside so she grabbed Bumblebee and ducked down behind a bit of fallen wall. She cautiously peered out of her hiding spot, and saw two mech enter the building. One was a small silver mech with a blue visor, she thought she may have recognized him, but she wasn't sure.
The cobalt Femmes optics widened when the landed on the second mech that had entered. He was tall, very tall, red and blue. He had bright blue optics and a kind looking face.
The mech that entered was Optimus Prime. The Optimus Prime. Wait, she suddenly came to a realization. They must be here cause they tracked Bumblebee. And the only reason they would track him was if...
Arcee didn't know if she should be proud or not. Bumblebee had not just pick-pocketed some random bot. He had pick-pocketed the leader of the Autobots. And the last Prime. Great.
