Okay, Chapter seven, and some shit is going down. This may be a short one by far, but I'll see what I can do. Let's get right to it then!

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"Bumblebee!? Bumblebee come in! Bumblebee! Do you read me!? Bumblebee!"

Prowl furiously tapped on the control panel, hoping, praying, that he could some how get his friend back.

"What in the name of spark was that?!" Jazz exclaimed.

Prowl's servos frustratingly slammed themselves on the key pad, his body heaving with deep breathing as the air cooled his core. So close... He was so close to his friend, and he slipped right through his digits. At last he found Bumblebee—though sheer luck he found him, but non the less—and now just as easily as he came, he was gone.

Answering Jazz's question, Prowl composed himself, though keeping his gaze upon the now black screen. "That was Lightningstorm..."

"Who?"

"Bumblebee's sparkling; the one we told you about."

"Damn..." Jazz said in awe. "What... what kind of sparkling is that!? I mean... did he really just attack his own creator?"

"Yes, yes he did." Prowl forced himself away from the monitor; hopelessness filling him like a cold chill. "No doubt Megatron has corrupted him... Prime knows if he's alright or not."

With assuring servos on the ninja bots shoulders, Jazz said: "He's a tough fella. I'm sure he'll be alright."

To this, Optimus Prime turned to the second leader in the room. "You see why this is so important now?"

Hard to argue with that, thought Sentinel. Even his very own arrogance cant distract him from the evidence that was presented to him in such a violent way. Yes, that yellow mech meant nothing but trouble, and in his opinion, he still does. Only this time, it's a much larger, and more fragile situation. That bot has always gotten himself into trouble, but even then, it would be evil for him not to assist in his rescue. For Bumblebee's well being, and the rest of the cybertronian race.

Sentinel folded his arms firmly, watching the ground. "Okay, you convinced me. But what are we suppose to do here? Are we going to wait for Bumblebee to call back?"

"I don't know if I can risk not getting one," admitted Optimus, his optics also down casted. Sentinel looked up, rather surprised by this.

"Now I know, that you know, that we have to actually do something. He is not going to call back. I don't even think we got a lock on him—did we?"

"Negative," answered Blurr professionally. "All-I-managed-to-gather-was-that-he-was-located-somewhere-in-the-northern-galaxy, but-even-then-that-is-a-lot-of-ground-to-cover, it-would-take-us-well-over-50-steller-cycles-to-cover-the-whole-place-and-even-then, by-the-time-we-get-there-he-might-be-relocated, the-chances-of-finding-him-now-are-one-in-a-million, a-very-sad-truth-but-the-truth-non-the-less."

"See? There is no point of us staying here anymore. We have to head back to Cybertron, and get some sort of battle plan going or something."

Optimus shook his head, letting his emotions get the best of him. There didn't seem to be enough courage in his systems to leave the monitor... not now.

"Look Optimus," Jazz started, in a soft, understanding tone. "You have all rights to be worried. You already lost one of your soldiers, and we understand what a toll it has taken on you. Bee's in trouble; deep trouble. I know how much you want to save him, but waiting here isn't going to get him out of that pit. We need to start taking action. We know he's alive, and he may well be alive for a while longer, so we need to hop into action."

For a few clicks, it seemed that the red and blue Prime wasn't buying it. He remained in solemn silence, as the words of the swave ninja bot sank in. That fear of missing another call from his scout still lingered in his spark like a lost human, but it was irrational. What were the odds of him calling again?

"You're right," Optimus finally admitted. "We should head to Cybertron. Prowl, contact Ultra Magnus, inform him on the situation and on our arrival. If we leave by today, we should arrive in about a joor."

"On it," said the ninja bot, already getting to work.

"As you're doing that, I should also inform Sari on the situation. She's been kept in the dark for too long..."

"Sari? That organic brat?" Questioned Sentinel hotly.

"Yes," Optimus assured, not in the mood to argue with his...acquaintance, any further. "She's Bumblebee's most trusted friend. She deserves to know."

With that being said, everyone let Optimus be, as the prime retreated.

What a nightmare, he thought. If only he was still in stasis shock, and this was all just some twisted dream... If only. Everything seemed too grim and dark from the normal cheer that fluttered around them. Supposedly... that was thanks to Bumblebee. Even the skies today, seem to be morning the loss. As bright yellow as that bot was, Optimus would have guessed that he must have been the Earths sun. How the humans lived without him, he can only guess. But after seeing Bumblebee earlier... that glow was gone. Never before had Optimus witnessed a bot so broken, both physically, and emotionally. If he didn't know better, he would have said that was some other bot...

As the young leader proceeded to the streets, transforming to his vehicle mode, one questioned remained:

If they did get Bumblebee back...

If by any chance, the yellow scout managed to live through all this...

Would he still be Bumblebee?

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The world flickered in and out from reality. From blinding white, pain stricken red, and an almost deathly black. It just hit him so suddenly, like a bolt of lightning...

Bumblebee fell to the ground with a eerie, echoing thud. All of the extra energy made his body spasm, releasing little shocks from the tips of his horns, peds, and digits. His processor hissed, static filling his audio receptors. Every part of his body was now rocking in pain, and his spark heaved as though it was struggling for a breath.

"Thought you could get those Autobots to find us, didn't you?" Spat a childish voice. Bee's processor was still fried; he couldn't figure out who it was yet as he struggled to sit up right. The cable that connected to his stinger was now fried, and practically welded to him. That, he knew, was going to be a bitch to get out...

"Don't move!" Yelled the child again. "Don't you dare move!"

Defiantly, Bee began to sit up. Another wave of pain shook his core, as this blast sent him back. A debilitating crash to the wall almost sent Bumblebee into shock.

"Stay down!" Ordered the young voice again. "Or else Megatron will have to receive you in pieces."

Gradually, as the world came back from it's black coma, Bee looked up at the commander. Lightningstorm stood before him, his massive stingers aimed aggressively. With his dark armor, it was almost impossible to depict him from the shrouded background; only his optics—clearly eying him like snake fangs—were clearly visible.

Bumblebee held a servo to his side, soothing the burn with his cold servo. Still watching his angry, younger clone, he said, "I wasn't going to attack..."

"Cut the slag!" Yelled lightning, his stingers whirring in energy. "I know very well what you are planning!"

This left the yellow one confused. What was I planning? "I... I was just trying to get home..."

"You were trying to have me killed!" The stingers began to glow in hot rage. "You contacted your army so they can come and attack me!"

"I... I was just trying to get home!" Bee repeated, his voice crackling in pain and static. "That's all I want!"

"And why should I believe you?" Lightning challenged. "What have you done for me to make me believe you!? You left me to die! You left me to suffer in that cave! Worst of all, you left me to suffer in that damn base I have to call home! Now tell me, why should I not blow you into a million pieces right now!?"

Horrifyingly astonished, Bumblebee paused. He never pictured life in the stabilizing servos of his own creation. He was only around for a week or so; Lightning lived with Megatron and the rest of the Decepticons his whole life. Sure, he wasn't being used as a birth giving machine, but being that he had been punished for primus knows why, really made his bright, yellow spark dim in sorrow in his chest. I don't even know what's worse: Leaving him to die, or leaving him for Megatron? It all struck him, and his chassis began to swell.

Forlorn, Bumblebee muttered: "I'm sorry..."

Lightning froze for a bit, trying to process what his carrier had said. He didn't think he understood right. "Come again?"

Steadily, Bee inhaled deeply, stilling his shacking vocals. "I'm sorry... for everything. I... I should have never left you... I should have... taken you home with me... It's just, I was so ashamed, and afraid... You just don't understand, I didn't want any of this! I didn't... I didn't want to face my team, and tell them that Megatron raped me and that I had a sparkling because of it. You just don't understand what that was like for me! I just hopped that I could have forgotten, but I was so wrong... so wrong for doing that to you! I am so sorry... I am so... so... so sorry... All I wanted was to go home, I just want this to stop! But... but I guess... I deserve every bit of it..."

Finally, everything shattered.

The glass bottle that held his emotions broke, and spilled every tear that was bottled in his systems. All of his anguish and pain, pouring out of his optics like white wine.

Glass dug into his very spark, pircing away the wall that kept him together, and murdering the very last bit of sanity he had.

I deserve everything...

I don't deserve my friends

or my home

or anything!

Bee curled into a tight ball, forgetting about everything else in the room, and hid inside himself.

The pain...

The torture...

I deserve all of it!

What I did to Lightning... I shouldn't even live...

Primus, why can't you just kill me!

I shouldn't be alive, not after what I did...

Prowl... Bulkhead...Optimus... I never even got to say goodbye... Damn it I was so close! I was so fucking close! Damn you Primus! Why did you do that to me!? Why did you make me think that I could really make it out of this!

You must hate me... Lightning, I know, hates me...

All that dreaming, of being loved, of being cared for... I don't deserve any of it.

Lightning could only observe as his carrier wallowed in his cries. Now, all those stories that Megatron, Starscream, and the rest of them told him, seemed to be false. There was no way that this wailing, grief stricken bot, could try to kill him in cold blood. The anger and hatred that was pent up inside him, melted away to make room for remorse, and understanding. Finally, he knew his other fathers story, and frankly, he didn't blame him one bit.

However, his new found compassion was futile. Because now, with guilty realization, Bumblebee, has finally broken...

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Every tear

must fall

and every dream

must shatter

I once stood tall

but now I falter

in sorrow

The sun must set

as darkness

rolls in

I'm no longer fearless

as the light

abandons me

These broken dreams

cut into me

as I bleed

I see

those bitter sweet memories

These broken hands

can no longer hold

onto hope

to love

to anything

These broken cries

escape my mouth

the rest of the world

drowned out

Every dream

every tear

every cry

will crash

and break me...

Every child must grow

their innocent souls

tainted

and lost

and stolen from them

I will sooner or later

close my eyes

and soon waver

into nightmares

to real for me

My broken thoughts

still haunt me

like hungry ghosts

they're

eating me

This broken home

can't keep me whole

no soft words

can hide

the wrath

Every dream

every tear

every cry

will crash

and break me...

-Broken, a Poem by me.

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Sweet! Another chapter this week! I am so sorry for having it so short, I warned you before hand it was going to be. I tried to make it longer, but really, there was not much I could do. Not much of a cliff hanger here, I suppose. Maybe that's best. I did that for the past... four or five chapters I think. But I added a poem! And that bugger took me three tries and a lot of time to write. So you better be grateful. I haven't been in a poem mood so it was a struggle.

But finally! Lightning has seen the truth! And now he doesn't hate Bumblebee so much anymore! But... now what's going to happen? Is bee going to return home this time? Probbably not, I intend to keep this fanfic going.

The next chapter will take a while though. Gotta plan that one out as well. And this is going to be a busy week so don't expect anything too soon from now. But if you want, feel free to leave a review! And fave while you're at it! That is if you like the story...

That's all for now! Thank you all for your support!