So...as long as there are songs to spur me on there will be further chapters in this I guess. I tried to just end it with the previous two thinking that was plenty. Well, then I was assaulted by music muses and here we are with chapter 3 and 4 on its way.

This song is Barlow Girl – Never Alone; good song.

This fic travels, sorry. It starts months after the last chapter and moves from the first movie to the second movie. There are spoilers so if you have yet to see TF ROTF or even the first TF then you have been warned.

I don't own anything aside from some randomness I'll never be famous for. Dang the bad luck.

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Bumblebee sat in contemplation. The last several earth months had been anything but calm and relaxing as it should have been with the prospects of the war ended. There had been confusion, chaos and unending chores to do.

Ironhide had practically dedicated himself to hunting down every last Decepticon that dared place a circuit on the planet and was constantly away.

Optimus was busy with human relations. The humans were very picky, they discovered, and wanted everything outlined in every 'what if' kind of way they could wrap their incredibly creative minds around and so had sufficiently occupied every moment of the brave leader's time.

Ratchet was working on something that he refused to disclose to anyone and ended up locking himself away in their new base's med bay for megacycles at a time.

Others were on their way, but had yet to arrive so all in all Bumblebee was alone. Well, he had Sam and Mikaela and they were good friends to him but they had school, families, friends and each other to deal with. Which is what led him to be here at this time, alone looking over the vast open fields of the Californian terrain. He missed Jazz.

I waited for You today
But You didn't show
No no no
I needed You today
So where did You go?
You told me to call
Said You'd be there
And though I haven't seen You
Are You still there?

He could still feel the link he had once shared with Jazz sitting dead in his memory banks. It was, as Sam had compared it to, like having a telephone number that was no longer in service. Bumblebee had a hard time explaining that the links were a little more personal then that, but the comparison would suffice for the humans. They were sentimental enough that perhaps they would feel the same pang of loss if they were to see that number knowing that they would never again speak to that person...but at least for them they could make the number go away.

Bumblebee could remember when he had heard Jazz's call over that link earlier that earth year when he had said he was coming to earth with the others. There was no need for Jazz to contact Bumblebee other then pure friendship, a true desire to just speak to his young comrade that he could not wait until they arrived to speak with him. It had been a great joy for them both to know that they would be reunited once again. If only they had known it would have been for such a short time!

Despite the fact that the line was dead Bumblebee could not stop the call that tried to go out to his lost friend over their severed link and he could not stop the pain he felt when there was nothing.

I cried out with no reply
And I can't feel You by my side
So I'll hold tight to what I know
You're here and I"m never alone

"Hey Bee!" The familiar voice called out. Bumblebee could feel his spark flutter with joy. Something about the little spy always made him feel so happy. He was as much a brother to him as could be outside of physical connection. Jazz had taken the the little yellow bot under his wing from day one and they had been practically inseparable. "What say we go look around?"

Oh for the old days, Bumblebee lamented. Jazz loved it every time they touched down planetside, no mater what planet it was. He always found something to enjoy everywhere and it had really started to rub off on the younger bot. They enjoyed life together and Jazz seemed to throughly enjoy Bumblebee's enthusiasm unlike so many other older bots that just grew annoyed and weary with the endless energy of the eager little bot.

"Never let them get ya' down, Bee." Jazz had instructed, "They're just so caught up in all the bad stuff they can't see the silver from the steel. Ya gotta' take a moment and just look around."

So Bumblebee did. Not so long ago he was ready to just let himself rust away, begging the matrix to join him with his lost comrades but that nagging voice in his head, Jazz's voice, kept pestering him to go on. He knew that Jazz would be far more hurt by the fact that his death had done such great damage to his brother then the fact that he had died so brutally. Bumblebee laughed morbidly to himself, he would actually probably say that his death was pretty neat...Jazz was a weird one.

And though I cannot see You
And I can't explain why
Such a deep, deep reassurance
You've placed in my life

It still hurt, Bumblebee was not going to fool himself that the pain would go away, but it was a little easier to handle now. Yes he longed for his friend, his brother but nothing could be done about that and as long as he remembered Jazz for the bot he was then he was still there with him in one form. He could continue in his foot steps and just enjoy life. He had done well at that so far, aside from his momentary brake down that is.

Sometimes, even though he knew better, Bumblebee swore he felt the other mech's hand on his shoulder. Sometimes he heard his voice as if in the distance, calling to him, reassuring him that even though this was a tough spot to be in he would pull through and things would get better. After all, the war was over, right? Their other friends could join them now and they could all relax and try to get back to normal life again, right?

Jazz was forever a part of him and he would not deny that anymore. He could accept that he was no longer with him physically...another pang of grief hit him...well, maybe someday he could accept that he was no longer with him physically. Now the only thing to do was to move on. One megacycle at a time.

We cannot separate
You're part of me
And though You're invisible
I'll trust the unseen

Sam's garage wasn't large, it wasn't even really all that nice, but Bumblebee had come to enjoy the place. It was quiet and he often found himself lost in deep thoughts if not in recharge. This was one of those times where he was caught somewhere between recharge and drifting thoughts and so was caught completely off guard when he heard a transmission via one of his links he thought long dead.

Repeat? He called back. Who had it been? He searched his logs to find who had called him on what link that had laid dormant for so long. Nothing. There was no reply to his call either and he began to think that he had simply imagined it. He was dreaming and hadn't realized it. A horrid wave of sorrow struck him as he realized he had called back on Jazz's link. He was still hearing the bot call out for him! It had been years...

I cried out with no reply
And I can't feel You by my side
So I'll hold tight to what I know
You're here and I"m never alone

Hey Bee... For half a second Bumblebee thought it was Jazz, but he knew better. Once rationality sunk in he knew it was Sideswipe. The two had become pretty close since his arrival on earth. The other bot was as close to Bumblebee's age as they got and the stress of his missing twin had driven him to seek out companionship with somebody. Bumblebee's own distraught condition over Jazz's death had drawn the miserable twin to him. Did you call me? He sounded confused and Bumblebee had to check just to make sure that when he had reflexively called out he had indeed used the dead link with Jazz and not the other mech's.

No. His circuits all cleared his previous conclusions, he had not called out to anyone. At least, no one that could hear him anymore. Why?

I, uh... The other hesitated for a long moment. It's gonna sound weird but I swore I heard you say 'repeat'...but it was on Jazz's old link... Bumblebee couldn't say anything, his entire process was frozen. I'm gonna check in with the Hatchet, I must've screwed something up on our last mission. Catch ya later.

Later... Bumblebee didn't realize he had replied until he heard the link disconnect. He had used Jazz's signal and reached Sideswipe?

We cannot separate
You're part of me
And though You're invisible
I'll trust the unseen

Things had exploded in every way of wrong Bumblebee could think of at that moment. Megatron had been resurrected and was hunting down Sam again. The Allspark shard they had thought so throughly contained by the humans had been stolen. And the worst of it all, the most horrible thing that he could hardly even bring his processor around to think of was that Optimus was gone. GONE!! He was running for his life, for Sam, Michaela and Leo's lives. He needed help, support. He needed someone who would give him encouragement, to give him reason to move on. If Optimus was gone...what were they fighting for?

Please, he thought as he searched for someone, please help!

Silver for the steel, Bee, silver for the steel. The reply had been faint, a mere whisper amongst the chaos.

Jazz? He cried out, hope and fear both warring inside him. He wanted that to be his missing brother but knew it could not be. He had to have a severe glitch in his processor...Please...

I cried out with no reply
And I can't feel You by my side
So I'll hold tight to what I know
You're here and I"m never alone