Alright, this story is coming along. To be honest I didn't think I would take it this far. I really did intend it to be a one shot, but now I got some bad mojo and I need to write. I have a lot of idea's buzzing in my head, so be prepared for a long fic. I don't intend to leave one micro detail out.

I'm going to focus on Lightningstorm just as much as Bee, just to warn you. I love Bumblebee dearly, but I also want to go more in depth with Lightning. I like seeing his inner conflict with his emotions to his Creator and Carrier.

Anyway, here I am babbaling away, here is another chapter! It's gonna be a bit shorter, but the next one will be packed with more detail. And before we really get started, I'll start filling in the blanks as I go. So if you are not sure with something, please leave it in the review! I'll either establish it in my next chapter or reply saying I'm getting there.

Please be patient and enjoy!

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Crash!

Bang!

"Get up! I'm not done with you!"

Kick...

Cry...

Kick...

"Stop it! I'm sorry!"

"This isn't a matter of playing games, Lightningstorm! Look at what you did!"

Soarly, the small bot curled up in a ball. His armor was dented, some pieces shattered off, and energon was leaking out of the seems of his face and abdominal. The little mechs armor was to light to withstand the blows of a war lord. It was only for protecting his fragile frame from everyday bumps and scrapes. Only place that wasn't touched was his chassis, in fear that a hard enough blow would shatter the spark chamber. That didn't stop the blows though. Megatron just aimed for the less fatal yet sensitive area's with twice his strength.

The youngling finally opened his optics, seeing the mess he created. The old monitor room, was now covered in various paints; monitors were sticky with pinks and yellows, and the floors slick with blues, greens and reds. Orange liquids dripped from the walls like bleeding wounds while every Decepticon in the room was now splashed with a variety of goop that leaked into the seams of their armor.

He only intended it to be a joke... Though he was approaching the stage that humans would refer to as, a teenager age, he still wanted to have fun. Regrettably, he never cleaned up after he set up his clever paint bombs around the room, so he was literally caught red handed.

Megatron was glaring down at him, arms folded as the little bot looked around at his destruction; just waiting for some response.

At last, Lightning swallowed back the bile that formed in his mouth from the nauseous pain. "It was a joke... I'll clean it up, promise! It's not that big of a deal..."

"I beg your pardon?" That's when Lightning knew he chose the wrong words. Megatron picked him up but his weak training wings and held him in the air. "You are wasting valuable time because of your childish pranks! You are reaching your third stage of life and you act like you're still in your first." He tossed him down on his back, shattering his wings into several different pieces. "This is not some play ground, you are not some sparkling anymore!"

Whimpering, Lightning tried to get some distance from the tyrant by scooting backwards through his wing shrapnel. "I didn't mean it! I'm sorry!"

Megatron huffed in disgust. "Look at you; I raised you and look at how you repay me."-he grabbed the boy again, lifting him up with a firm but lighter grip-"I am all you have. I am the only reason you live and you show your respect by vandalizing our base, MY commissioning courtiers that I must have access to at all times in order to keep this war under control and this base safe!" -he yelled shaking his son-"Or do you want the Autobots to come in here, take you away and hand you off to your carrier so he can trap you in a cave and let you rust?"

Stunned, Lightning stopped in his tracks. He felt that boiling rage brew in his core like a pit of lava. Every deception on the base had told him his carrier had gave birth to him and left him to die and suffer in a cave far from a safe med-area. Not like he can remember, but he knew in his naive processor that was sickening; to Autobot or Decepticon.

Soon Lightningstorm's body went limp with defeat, his stomach and face still hot with the mention of his carrier. Megatron's grip loosened further.

"That's what I thought." With that being said, he dropped the little bot on the ground; Lightning simply collapsing on the floor like a broken toy. "Shockwave, get him to the Med-bay; clean him and fix him up. After he's done, lock him up tightly in his room."

**End flashback**

That was the last thing Lightningstorm could remember from that day.

Sadly, there were many more memories like that...

From that moment on, however, Lightning changed. He spent a decacycle in his room, coping with the aches and the awkwardness of having no armor on him, as to prevent from agitating the wires that were damaged. For cycles he was curled on his berth, hating everything in life. Loathing his carrier for leaving him behind; his creator for causing him so much pain; and himself most of all. Megatron was cruel, but Lightning had to ruefully admit that he was right. As many times that the old tyrant would abuse his processor with words as much as he did with his servos, it seemed to make sense. Call it his inexperienced processor, he had no way of convincing himself any other way than what Megatron has.

Though his pranks now were seldom, he found himself pulling one on either the lesser important 'cons, or the less aware bots; those who he rarely talked to. Such as Blitzwing and Lugnut. To be honest, he cared less for them. Lugnut was a pet and Blitzwing should be locked in a mental correctional facility, according to him.

"What is going on?" Asked a loud, rather obnoxious voice.

That was to most bots though, to Light, it was the voice of a friend. "Lugnut did something to Blitzwing, and now our Liege has to break it apart."

Starscream folded his arms, watching the young bot. Admittedly, the little mecc had became very skilled in hiding his emotions. But this seeker knew better. All those cycles spending in the med-bay together because of Megatron's doing gave both of them time to talk. They both found common ground when it came to the war lord. Both of them angry and bitter; horrified and helpless... It was a very interesting discussion, even for the bot being so young at the time. Yet this help Starscream come to the conclusion that all the mishaps on the base was all his doing. Once or twice Starscream was tempted to rat him out, than again, what good would it do? Raise his rank? Gain Megatron's trust so he can attempt to assassinate him again? Honestly there was no point. Besides, he was fond to the bot. It was nice to know someone else hated Megatron almost as much as he did.

Lightning looked up at Starscream: "Starscream?"

"What?" The seeker seemed irratated, however Lightning ignored it. It was normal for the con to respond that way.

"I want you to tell me about Bumblebee."

Sudden, Starscream thought. Why would the little bot ask that at such a time? Though he should have asked that first, he didn't bother. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything you know."

Starscream took a breath-

"Truthfully. I don't want the same answer every other con has given me. I don't want the same story Megatron had you rehears. I want to know who he really is."

Now he had to ask: "Why the sudden interest? It wasn't long ago you wanted your carriers processor on the wall."

Lightningstorm shrugged. "Something doesn't add up... I was told my whole life he abandoned me, that he wanted me to die. That he was cruel and selfish... I just want to know."

Slowly, Starscream sighed. "I can't tell you much, not about what he did, why he did it... I wasn't there. I was still leading the army before Megatron came back from the dead. The only ones that will know are far up Megatron's aft it's hardly amusing... I wasn't here until I was hunted down and... well..." He rubbed the back of his helm; the youngling was looking a tad disappointed, which most likely meant that he was very depressed with the news. "The only thing I can tell you is that you carrier is sure different. I met him before; he's very stubborn, obnoxious... yet I never seen a bot so eager to sacrifice themselves for someone else..."

At least that gave Lightningstorm some clue, even if it did leave him more confused. "Than why would he leave me to die? Did he do that?"

"I can't tell you, I don't know. I only have Megatron's word to go off of."

"But if he's so willing to protect other people... could he..." a pause—all this was making his processor overload... "I don't even know..."

"Doesn't matter anyway. That Autobot glitch is going to be offline soon anyway."

This somehow concerned the little bot. "Why?"

"I'm sure you know why," Starscream snorted. "Megatron is obsessed over the sparkling's that he can produce. He's planning on having a hundred or so."

Holy frag... Lightning thought. Yes, it was plain as day, he didn't think the amount of offspring Megatron was aiming for would be so high... it made Lightning a little jealous. "Why so many?"

"Can you imagin 101 of you? With that number, the Autobots would cower before us."

Hard to argue with that... "Can he ever live to have near as many as that."

Starscream shrugged. "Whether or not he can, Megatron will make sure he will."

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Weak... exhausted... filthy... sick...

Megatron had left Bee strapped to that table for almost a joor now... Bumblebee gave up hope 3 cycles ago that he remembered that he was still there, unable to move and still naked.

Humiliated... furious... depressed... pitiful...

Being so tired, Bumblebee rested on his knees, laying his head on the table as he ignored the awkward position of his arms. He closed his optics; trying to fall into recharge as his mind wondered.

Ugly... sore... bleeding... dead...

Bumble's processor was dwelling on the previous events... wondering why is it that the way Megatron touched him got him aroused? The chains, the beatings... being molested and abused should have override his mind and sent him into shock. With all the leaking energon, the torture, it made his spike hard... why? Maybe it was because after the agony, the light, tender touches were a blessing. No no no! They're not blessings! That's Megatron's hands that fraggen touched me!

Dizzy... Hungry... Spiteful... wishful...

All these thoughts made Bumblebee worry... was it that his body was trying to cope with the stress and trying to ease the pain, or something more? He thought back: Through out his life he had crushes. Mostly on femme's. Mostly when he was really young and the other femme's were much older than him, Then he got into Boot Camp and he remember having a bond with Longarm... until, he learned who he was at least. Traitor... Even then, could that be considered a crush? Did he... like Longarm back then? Then there was when he joined up with Optimus' team. Oh thinking about them made his spark ache...

Alone... helpless... scarred... traped...

Optimus was so much like a father to him... how he misses his voice, those lectures, the way he wrapped his arms around him when he was protecting him... Oh Primus, did I like him too? No of course not. He was a father. Bumblebee had the most admiration and respect for that bot; even if it didn't always show. Then there was Prowl... If there was anyone Bee had to have a crush on it might have been him. Primus, he was annoying his his too-cool emotions, the way he obsessed over nature, and how he got after Bee on a regular bases. But he was also patient... he was kind to Bumblebee, like Bulkhead, but... in a more... different matter. At this moment, the yellow autobot didn't know what matter that was.

Hurt... uncomfortable... tense... paranoid...

Finally, it was sinking in. These thoughts of his dear friends made him think of Ratchet—That battle, that fight... it finally hit him that the Med-bot was now dead... that he never said good-bye, or even saw the body.

Hoping... dwindling... numb... shocked...

A sob escaped his mouth; otheres threatened but he had to swallow them down like rotten energon. Bumblebee couldn't risk letting Megatron hear him cry. He took his virginity, his home, his friends, his body... but he will never let that beast have the satisfaction of letting him have his last ounce of sanity; his strength; his spirit.

Finally... the little Autobot fell into recharge, just in time for Megatron to enter the room...

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Like I said, short chapter. I have much more planned for this, I almost don't even know where to begin. The next one may be freakishly long though. I really wanted to do some insight into Lightningstorms past. Exactly how he was abused and how bad, and establish a few things, such as his friendship with Starscream. Not a lot of Bumblebee here, except his current emotions and his state of thought as of right now.

But OH BOY! Another cliff hanger! Makes you wonder what twisted thoughts I have, huh? Well just you wait, you will not be disappointed!

Please keep the reviews up! If I can see some reviews soon I'll write another one next weekend. If not, I'll wait a little bit for peeps to catch up, or until more people become invested.

Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed this chapter none the less!