Arcee was busy scanning the piles of Junk for the Allspark, when Bumblebee showed up AGAIN.
Arcee, having getting used to the yellow armored Autobot that seemed a little nuts showing up, simply ignored him. He sped past her, leaving a metallic representation of an organic flower, which she scanned and threw away.
But the moment She scanned... "Search complete, AllSpark located." her voice had suddenly changed; it was more robotic then before with no emotion detectable. She then placed the device in a container in her torso and transformed into Bike mode.
Bumblebee was... shocked, to say the least.
For the next few days, he tried everything to fix her. From jumper cables to diving her in Energon, he did it all. but nothing worked. She remained as lifeless as before.
Curling on the floor next to Arcee, Bumblebee silently laid there, processing his remaining options. He had tried everything in his mind, but those backfired. Realizing he was running out of ideas, Bumblebee punched the floor in rage, not caring if his armour cracked.
"Why I am so useless?!" Bumblebee was a remarkable mech; he could build bridges in a day, fix any appliance thrown at him, and even build his own inventions. Yet the one thing Bumblebee couldn't do was fix another mech; that was a job for medi-bots, an area of expertise Bumblebee was never trained in.
"I'm sorry, Ceeā¦" Bumblebee let his optics water with lubricant as he stayed by Arcee's side through the night, never once leaving his side. Arcee needed Bumblebee, and although he was unable to lift a stinger to help, he still wouldn't leave his side until he found a way to bring her back online.
Bumblebee's lubricant eventually dried out and all through the night the little mech thought back to those few precious nanoclicks he had with Arcee before he saw the other shut down with his own optics.
Bumblebee kept repeating that same scene over and over in his processor, but the image never made any sense to him. Just before Arcee suddenly went into stasis lock she mentioned something about finding what she was looking for; "Allspark located."
"What does that mean?" Bumblebee banged his head against the floor he laid on as he thought back to Arcee's earlier statement. "I know what my spark is, but I've never heard of an Allspark. What could she have possibly been referring to?"
Bumblebee let his legs stretch out and rolled onto his back as he averted his gaze to the ceiling, trying to comprehend what Arcee was talking about. "Is that what you were looking for, this Allspark?" Bumblebee asked aloud as if he was expecting Arcee to answer him with some sort of riddle that would get under his armor.
Nothing. Bumblebee, seeing that it was night fall, decided to go into Recharge again. This time, he was conserving his energy for the next day. and when he did that, his processer, bored out of it's mind, made virtual simulations of reality to please himself. It made dreams. Most nights, it would be Cybertron with other mechs, other life. but this time... it was different...
It was dark. dead mechs everywhere. Bumblebee ran for his life. he wasn't sure what he was running from... but he knew he had to keep running. Then, he turned to see... a horrifying being: it was titanic, clad in charcoal-colored armor with a red midriff. He had large, dark-gray legs, black human-like fists and a humanoid face with evil, hell-red eyes, framed by a helmet shaped like an upside-down bucket. The Dark One.
For some reason, Bumblebee recognized the giant. He thought to himself, The Dark One. You have devastated my friends. You have destroyed my family. I have you now... Dark One...
Megatron...
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What is the significance of the Dark One? Is he really Megatron? And why does Bumblebee know him from somewhere? Find out... next chapter! oh, and R&R!
