My Life During The Great War Ch. 7

Klick- under a second- second

Breem- 8.3 minuets- minute

Joor- 6 hours- hour

Orn- 2 weeks -day

Vorn- 83 years -year

"I'm not leaving Cade," Bumblebee said. Barricade crossed his arms and looked behind him making sure no one was going to attack them. "Listen, you hide in the tunnel and I'll go hide somewhere close, we don't have much time. The fighting is close."

Bee looked at the tunnel in the debris; it was just the size for Bee. He could hide in there easy. If he was quiet no one will find him. "I can't Cade."

"Yes you can, get in there fast or I'll push you in there. Hurry before someone sees us."

Bumblebee looked at Cade, "Promise me that we'll see each other again." Barricade smiled, "We'll see each other again, I promise, now hurry." Bee crawled in the tunnel and watched Barricade run for cover.

The little youngling curled up in a small ball, but still was looking out. If anyone looked in the small tunnel they would see a pair of big baby blue optics full of fear and worry.

He's going to be okay, if anything bots should watch out for him. Bee laughed to himself, but soon doubted himself. Knockout is gone; maybe I won't see him again. No I can't think like that. I hope the twins are okay.

Bumblebee looked out again, Cade was gone but noise for the fighting was still happening. Every now and then a bot would run by, thankfully none of them looked in the tunnel.

He wasn't sure how but he fell in a light recharge. His dream was a nightmare.

His friend's frames and others were on the ground staring at him, he heard whispers coming from them saying it was his fault at they died.

Bee woke up to the noise of fliers. He looked out of his little hole.

The flier bots were flying away. The Autobots were cheering. They won didn't they? The Autobots won.

Bee crawled back in his hole; Barricade said he would be back, so I'll wait.

He curled back in his little ball and looked outside, when he heard a whistling noise. What's that? Bee was about to crawl out when an explosion went off.

He covered his optics from the blinding light. The youngling felt the ground shake. He heard bot screaming, and yelling. He heard metal bending when buildings fell.

He covered his ears, he couldn't stand the noise.

Finally it stopped, the screams the light, everything. He opened his optics. Bee slowly crawled out of his hole and looked around.

Nothing, no buildings that were there before, just debris. Some mounds were on fire and others were smoking. Large mounds of debris.

He slowly walked around, not knowing what to do. He looked around and saw a mess of melted metal. It was a frame of somebody, he could tell were the face used to be. The colors could be seen.

It was too big to be Barricades'.

BARRICADE!

Bee freaked out and started running back in his hole yelling "BARRICADE! CADE WHERE ARE YOU?!" Not caring if he was heard by someone else.

He climbed up on a large pile and yelled his friend's name. Over and over yelled, but the only thing that answered him was silence.

Bee climbed down and started crying, he curled in a ball and cried. He cried until he thought he couldn't cry anymore, but the tears still came. He started rocking back and fourth. The sad youngling thought about his friends. Knockout, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker and Barricade, dead.

There was little hope that they lived.

He heard noises, sirens and vehicles coming. He wanted to cry alone and slowly crawled in his hole and went all the way to the back. He heard footsteps, and voices. He looked out and saw feet. A bot was right in front of his hiding place. Thick red feet just standing there, looking around in front the hiding youngling.

"Look around Prime, nothin' could have survived this. No one could survive a seeker bombing," a rough voice broke the silence. "Then why is there a weak spark signal? Ratchet and I believe there is a survivor," a low voice answered.

Bee's head went up in surprise. 'They know Ratchet?'

"Where is the signal coming from then?" Bee heard footsteps coming toward him, but the red feet were still in front of him. The foot steps sounded big, much larger then the feet in front of him. The ground shook with each step.

The foot steps stopped right in front of Bee. "The signal is right here. Old friend please move." The red feet disappeared and was replaced with much larger blue feet. The bot with the large feet kneeled down and looked in the hiding spot.

Bumblebee froze. "Look like I just found the spark signal, Hide."

It took about an hour for the two bots to dig out most of the debris, but they dare not dig anymore for fear they might crush the small hiding youngling.

The large bot kneeled down again and spoke softly, "Can you come out please young one, we will not hurt you." Bumblebee just stared at the bot and hissed. "Please come out, we can give you energon and shelter." Bumblebee responded by staring with large terrified optics and whispered, "You know Ratchet?"

The bot nodded, "He is my medic. I take it you have met Ratchet?" Bee whispered, "Yes."

"If you come out we can take you to him." Bumblebee started crying, "I can't. I can't leave Cade." The bot sounded sad, "Youngling, I'm sorry to say but you are the only survivor we can detect."

Tears came freely. 'If Barricade and the others are gone, who do I have left?'

Minutes later Bumblebee slowly crawled out, and looked up. The two bots were much larger then the youngling, they were larger then Knockout and the twins too.

The bigger one was red and blue with a battle mask on. The other was thicker and had cannons on his arms. He looked like the bot the twins described in their story. The bot with the battle mask reached for Bumblebee.

The bot picked Bee up and held him to his spark. The two bots started talking to each other. "Prime look at him. He's smaller then normal, and look at the wings. Do you think he is a flier?" The bot holding him answered, "His wings are damaged, and my readings are showing he is low on energon. I'm going to bring him back to base. Ironhide look for more survivors." The bot named Ironhide nodded and walked off.

"Little one?" Bumblebee looked up into the optics of the bot. "Do you have a name little one?"

"I'll tell you mine, if you tell me yours." The bot holding him smiled, "You talk very well for your age, very well you have a deal. My name is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots. The bot that was just here was Ironhide."

Bumblebee kept his part of the deal, "My name is Bumblebee, and Barricade is my friend and he broke his promise."