Hi everyone! Sorry for the long wait, but I'm proud to present chapter 4 of Novaspark. This chapter is from Nova's POV. I thought it be good for this chapter to be about her. It's slow but I promise the next chapter will have action.

Also if this chapter isn't as good as the others I'm sorry. My beta is off until summer and I apologize if the grammar is awful.

I would like to take a moment to thank everyone for reading Novaspark and for the reviews. I should point out that the more reviews I get the faster I tend to write. Sometimes I get insane ideas from a review too if someone mentions a particular character or something I missed.

When our base was forced to relocated to the Shari it was madness trying to reorganize. Everyone was frantic! Younglings or sparkling were screaming and crying for their parents. I remember every adult mech or femme was trying their best to calm the frightened bots.

I helped out too when I could. Sometimes mother would hand me a small sparkling or youngling to take care of while she helped Ratchet gather any injured bot to the med bay. I always was good with the younger ones.

I was vaguely aware of Galactic and Bladestrike trying to calm a terrified sparkling that a femme had handed them. Bladestrike was trying his best not to blast the poor thing when I decided to take pity on them and help.

"Alright," I said to the younger bots left in my charge. "Follow me." They all followed obediently behind. "Need any help?" I asked them with a halfhearted smile and a small chuckle.

Bladestrike looked like he was about to blast me while Galactic looked at me with gratitude. He let out a frustrated sigh when the sparkling's screams became louder.

"TAKE IT!" He bellowed. His anger finally reaching it's peak. His voice was so filled with anger that the younglings that followed me jumped back frightened.

"Uh oh. Bladestike lost his temper." I said tauntingly while I winked at the younglings and smiled.

They laughed with me as I got a small chuckle from Galactic as I grabbed the sparkling from her.

"Galactic you watch the younglings while I calm this little guy down. They shouldn't be much trouble." I told her as I sat on the floor with the sparkling. "Alright now. Calm down." I coed to him.

I had to admit it was pretty hard to hold him because my arm was still in a sling. Though I must have done something right because he stopped his crying and stared up at me.

"That's right," I said reassuring him with a smile. "That's a good little mech." He then let out a laugh and a few clicks and beeps as he reached out for my face.

"You see that wasn't so bad was it?" I asked innocently as he giggled and let out a series of loud clicks at my clumsiness as I tried to stand.

I honestly didn't know why it was so funny. I'd like to see him try to get up with his arm in a sling and cradling a sparkling. Galactic then took pity on me after several failed attempts that made the little mech more excited and more clicks and beeps escaped his vocal processor.

After I was able to stand up an adult femme walked up to us. She looked a lot like momma in my opinion except she seemed to be a head taller. Her armor was sleek and black like mom's and she greeted us with a large smile.

"Follow me, please." She told us calmly. "All younglings must follow me into a holding area until their parents can be located." As she continued on.

We followed like obedient little younglings not knowing what else to do and none of us wanted to be in the way. The room was small and very, very cramped. We filed in any ways trying to stay together if that was even possible. Trust me. The room was that cramped.

I spotted a space in the far-left corner and headed towards it. Everyone huddled close together so we wouldn't be separated. The little sparkling started to cry again in Galactic's arms and she immediately gave him to me.

"Hush little one," I coed to him as he stopped crying and fell into recharge as his optics flickered. I sighed as I wondered if his parents had perished when the Decepticons attacked our old base in Washington.

Well one good thing about us having to be put in that small room was that Galactic found Ariel some how in the mess of younglings. Several hours had passed since we came in here. I knew this for a fact because I pulled up my internal chronometer to check.

Another adult femme came and took the little sparkling off my hands. I must admit I was glad that he was in the care of someone better suited but I did miss him.

Eventually things died down and parents started to stop by and picked up their younglings. I sat patiently with my friends since we where among the last younglings to await our parents.

It was really quiet in that room once the last few were left. None of us wanted to say that their parents might have died in the attack. I myself was worried about my father but I didn't want to think that he was dead.

I was grateful when the door opened and it was my mother. I immediately ran to her and threw my arms around her.

'Mommy!' I cried to her threw our bond. My spark was filled with joy to know now my mother was all right as tears sprang in my optics.

'It's all right now, Nova. I'm sorry it took so long,' she exclaimed to me threw our bond as she sent me all her love.

My optics flickered off and on as I let out a loud yawn as mother carried me to our new living area. There were three bedrooms in it. One for mother and father, one for me, and an extra room in case our family grew any bigger.

Mother laid me on one recharge bed as she climbed on the other side and pulled me close to her as she draped the thermal blanket over us. My automatic recharge system must have taken over because the next thing I remember was waking up the next day.

I over heard the conversation. Mother thought I was still recharging when it happened…

"Coming!" Cried mother as she went to the door. "Prowl…to whom do I owe this honor to?" she asked. I could sense the fear rising in her spark.

I wanted to go to her to help but I was rooted to where I was for fear rose in my spark too. Mother was not one to be frightened easily so I knew it must have really frightened her.

"Sorry for the intrusion…is Nova awake?" He asked scanning the room with his optics.

"No, she's still asleep. Why?" I herd mom answer seriously. Whatever it was it was evident that Prowl didn't want me to over hear it.

An eerie silence fell over the two. A few moments passed as no one said anything. Prowl was the one who eventually broke it.

"It has to do with Bee," he stated solemnly. "He never arrived here. He is among the Autobots we believe to have perished when the Decepticons attacked."

I felt in my spark the fear mother had in her spark pour over. I herd Prowl say something else, but I couldn't make it out. My only thought was on my mother. When I herd Prowl leave I ran to her and hugged her as tears sprang from my optics.

'Mommy! Is it true? Is father really dead?' I asked her over our bond as we wept in each other's arms. It took her awhile for her to answer.

'Yes, my little sparkling. It's true.' She answered threw our bond. We cried in each other's arms for what seemed like forever.

Also I apologize to all the die hard Bumblebee fans. Trust me I had a good reason for it. You'll see. I reveal everything in due time. So keep up the reviews and I promise to get the next chapter up ASAP.