"When Megatron's forces attacked the youth sectors, you, me, and the other sparklings were ment to be recharging. Chaos exploded outside and our caretakers ran for the door. A few stayed behind to keep us quiet and calm. But they didn't help much. We could hear the seekers' wings crash through the wall, and we could hear their wepons firing. Worst of all we could hear every scream and cry from our caretakers outside the door. The sounds were so scary and... so real... we felt as if there was no door between us and the seekers. We could imagine the whole scene well enough as if were witnessing their murder through our own optics." Wasp said. Bumblebee felt a chill in his energon. He wanted to believe that this would just turn out to be a ghost story that Autobots made up to get their sparklings to behave. But he knew that wasn't the case. Even though he was hearing it from his outcast brother, Bumblebee had to believe every word Wasp said was true. "I remember you were crying." Wasp continued. He gave Bumblebee a sly look. 'Was that a simple remark, or an insult?' Bumblebee wanted to ask. "Not that I blame you. You were a sparkling, and everyone else was crying too. You were just the loudest." Wasp laughed.

"Hurry it up." Bumblebee quoted impatiently.

"So then..." Wasp started again. "Our creator actually came to rescue us." Bumblebee perked up. Wasp nodded. "Just as the seekers invaded the room and were reaching to rip us all appart, our father came in behind them and strangled a seeker from behind and wrestled against him like mad! From that point, it was a full energon spilling brawl! One against the rest!" Wasp explained.

"How many...?" Bumblebee's radio sang.

"One vs. three of course! Seekers always come in threes!" Wasp remarked rudely. Wasp noticed his attitude and quickly settled down to a more appropriate tone. They were discussing something very real and very serious to them both, after all. "Our father never fought for a side in the war. He wasn't a soldier. But he sure kicked Decepticon tail pipe when he had to! He ripped out those seekers' sparks so quick." Wasp lied. It was true their mech creator was a skilled warrior when he was protecting his sparklings. But not against those seekers. Wasp had never spoken to anyone about the sparkling massacre in so much detail. He was bringing back memories that he hadn't thought about for a long time. He remembered how scary it was for him to watch his creator fight for their lives and almost offline in the seekers' hands. To cut it short and save himself from explaining the whole moment to Bumblebee, Wasp skipped over that part. He started again at the point when their creator had finally risen victorious. "Our creator helped the youth sector caretakers and us sparklings down to the lower level of the building. We hid in the deepest corner away from the Decepticons outside. But somewhere along the way, you fell behind. Our creator went back for you, and I tried to tag along. But he insisted that I stay put. So I waited with the others, crammed in the basement. We only had one light above our heads, and when that went out, we couldn't even see the light of our optics it was so dark."

"What happened to me?" Bumblebee sang despiratly.

"You must have made it outside somehow, because when I ran after our father, I found him searching outside for you. Its amazing I found my way out, with the whole building going dark. I ran for him, but Decepticons cought me in one hand. Our creator heard me scream, and ran to defend me. But..." Wasp paused. "He... didn't make it in time. The Decepticons extinguished his spark when he had his back turned, right infront of me." Wasp stared down at the flor. Bumblebee made a mechanical humming noise. Wasp looked up at Bumblebee and saw his pleading optics wanted him to keep going. "The next thing I heard was the buildings' walls collapsing on each other. The youth sectors were completly destroyed, and everyone still inside was crushed. I was carried away in the arms of a Decepticon, and for the rest of my younglinghood, I was a Decepticon too." When Wasp finnished, Bumblebee stared at him, frozen.

"Can we keep him?" Bumblebee quoted a famous Disney character. "What's going on here?" "Did I miss something here?" Said the character's friend.

"That's pretty much what happened." Wasp agreed. The Decepticons wiped out the sparklings so the Autobots would have no second generation. But the Decepticons' second generation still had to survive. So the Decepticons picked a select few sparklings to raise as Megatron's future warriors. And I think I was saved because I tried to fight the Decepticon who picked me up. Other than one yelp, I never screamed and I never showed fear." 'Yeah that'll save you in the Decepticon ranks.' Bumblebee thought coldly. "After living with the Decepticons for a long time, I finally found records on Iacon's sparkling massecre. Our mother offlined too. And until recently, I believed I was the only survivor of that day. Even the sparklings that were spared by the Decepticons, offlined soon after joining the Decepticons. Whether it was because of stress, cruel treatment, or harsh training. By the time I was old enough to wear the Decepticon mark, all the other sparklings were offlined. I was the only one strong enough to survive."

"What's your dad like?" Bumblebee asked in a young Linsey Lohan voice.

"Our dad, or my adoptive Decepticon guardian?" Wasp asked.

"Both..." Bumblebee answered in the same voice but with a different accent.

"Well when I was a Decepticon, I was raised by one of Megatron's most skilled hunters. He never loved me, maybe liked me. And he pushed me around a lot. But as long as he protected me from the bigger 'Cons, I was completely devoted to pleasing him. I don't think you would know him." Bumblebee waited expectantly for the hunter's name. "Barricade." Wasp said. Bumblebee flinched. He felt like he'd been slapped in the face. It was unbelievable. That no good 'Con chased him, attacked him, and harassed Bumblebee all the way from Cybertron to Earth! Now Wasp told Bumblebee that his greatest Decepticon rival was Wasp's past guardian! Bumblebee leaned away from Wasp to hide his discusted face. "Are you okay?" Wasp asked wearily. Bumblebee nodded quickly and looked back at Wasp. He still felt like he was going to be sick inside his tanks. "But our creator was so much better. I know he loved us. I remember our father would always take us out exploring. We'd play games and search for turbofox tracks. Even with the war building around us, our family could always find peace. Our creators were so good to us."

"What's your mother like?"

"Like you." Bumblebee was suprised by Wasp's answer. "She was always so kind and understanding. She always tried to keep our spirits heigh and never showed any fear of the war. We believed in her and we knew we were safe with her." Bumblebee tilted his head in confusion. "You have that same disposition Bumblebee. I know because I've heard the way the Autobots talk about you. You give them hope." Bumblebee smiled a little bit.

"Tell me, what were their names?" Bumblebee's radio played an old folk song. Wasp nodded. He'd been wondering when Bumblebee would ask.

"Goldbug and Beetle." Wasp answered. "You're a spitting image of Goldbug and you've got Beetle's good nature."

"What about you?" Bumblebee's radio played.

"I'm more of an oddball. I look a lot like you, but strangly enough, don't look much like Goldbug. And the only thing Beetle and I ever had in common was the green paint. But I'm an oddball everywhere. So why does it matter?"

"You don't have to be afraid of what you are." Wasp didn't pay much attention to Bumblebee's song. Instead he stood up from the chair and walked towards the door.

"Well now you know what happened. My work is done here, and I think I'll check out that room Prime offered me." Wasp said with a smirk on his face. Bumblebee didn't know what bothered him so much about the way Wasp talked, but that disturbling and mysterious squak in his voice was coming back as he left. "Maybe later you could give me a tour of the base...of the planet?" Wasp suggested. Bumblebee got off his berth to follow Wasp to the door. Wasp was just about to close the door behind him, when he peaked his head back inside Bumblebee's room. "And maybe you could introduce me to Sam." He added before slamming the door closed. Bumblebee stood at the door in confusion, but then he instantly became overjoyed. He jumped onto his berth like a little kid and burst out laughing. He felt like he would explode from the joy and relief that overwhelmed him! Bumblebee had been waiting almost his whole life to answer one question. Now he finally had it! Goldbug and Beetle! Bumblebee knew now that he did have real creators! And they did love him! Bumblebee threw his arms back and relaxed on his berth. He reviewed everything Wasp told him. 'Its all true!' Bumblebee thought. 'I wasn't abandoned because they did love me!' It was the happiest moment of Bumblebee's life. Now that he knew the truth, he'd never feel empty again. When all of Bumblebee's excitement passed, he thought more critically about what Wasp said last.

'Maybe you could introduce me to Sam.' Bumblebee repeated in his mind. Then the shock finally hit him. 'HOW DOES HE KNOW SAM?' Bumblebee suspected for a moment that it could have been another Autobot who told Wasp about Sam. But his guardian protocals wouldn't let him believe it. Bumblebee raced out the door after Wasp. He transformed and drove top speed to Wasp's guest room! When he kicked the door open, Wasp was gone! Bumblebee scanned over the room. Wasp hadn't even touched anything in the room. That was it! There was no doubt in Bumblebee's processor that Wasp was still a lying outcast! Bumblebee transformed and was off again! He drove out of the base and didn't even bother to stop for an exclamation to Optimus or the base's human security staff. He knew he was going to get it when he got back, but this was an emergency! 'If you lay one servo on him Wasp, I'll have you scrapped so bad! Dare touch him Wasp, and I swear I'll kill you!' Bumblebee thought out of pure rage.

Bumblebee's quotes belong to their rightful owners:

All Dogs Go To Heaven -Directed by Don Bluth
Blowing In The Wind -by Bob Dylan
What Happened -by Jessie Danniels
Lion King -Directed by Roger Allers
The Parent Trap -Directed by Nancy Meyers
The Sinking Of Reuben James -by The Kingston Trio
What About You -by Bad Company
Hero -by Mariah Carey