:Shadow!: Bonds talking (Bondmate or twin)

"Shadow!" Normal talking

'Shadow!' Thought

[Shadow!] Comm

Nano-klik = Second

Klik = Minute

Joor = Hour

Orbital Cycle = Day

Deca-cycle = Month

Stellar cycle = Year

Vorn = 83 Years

"I haven't seen Prowl so emotional about something in a long time."

"Yeah? What happened?" He asked, stepping over some rubble.

"He stood up and growled at Sunstreaker. Growled. I wanted to smack everyone upside the head." The other laughed and shook his head.

"I bet they were thrilled when they found out I was coming."

"Doesn't matter what they wanted Bumblebee, I requested you come with me."

"You did? Why? Not that I doubt your choice but… really?"

"Yes. You're small, light on your feet, and least likely to randomly starting to shoot at nothing… and you don't annoy me." Be laughed at that, smiling.

"Thanks Ratchet. I might have to try harder then." He said playfully. Ratchet glared at him.

"Please don't. The twins are plenty and with Shadow working with them…. I think I'm going to blow a fuse." He grumbled. Bee laughed harder.

"Shadow? What did the sparkling do?" He asked grinning. Ratchet gave him another dirty look and huffed. The larger bot stepped over some fallen buildings, ignoring Bee. Bee looked around, taking in the ruined city. The once towering skyscrapers now lay in the street. The Horizon was filled with war and the broken past. Bee paused, frowning. It has been a long time since he's seen this place. He was here just before the bombing. He was here for his upgrades to.

"Bee! Stay focused. I didn't bring you here to be nostalgic. Shadow needs this fragging metal and we are nearing the Decepticon base." Ratchet scolded, far ahead of him. Bee looked at him before the city again. He shook his head sadly before catching up to the older bot. The two walked silently from there on out, both seemingly caught in memories. No one escaped the war, not even the small protoforms. They in fact, took the first and most brutal of the war. It was a time Ratchet hated reseeing, hated living though. So many small forms littering the streets, pieces and bits of arms or legs melted to walls. Desperate calls for creators.

Ratchet held his servo out, pushing Bee back into a wall as they heard loud voices. The voices got close so Ratchet quickly hauled Bee into one of the fallen buildings, pressing him as far back as possible. They both pressed into the wall, stilling their vents, and waited.

….

I waited patiently as servos slowly scrub my helm, his digits massaging my metal. The loud noise that normally fills the air was silent, as we were alone. The wet stuff reached my grill, the bubbles coating me. I looked up at him timidly and he smiled a small smile, before caressing my face plating, the smile leaving again. I look away, frowning. He's been so quiet after playtime with the others. They all got so angry; maybe they weren't good at sharing?

I sit quietly as creator finishes watching me, leaning back to let me play. I look at him briefly before splashing around. I giggle, though no sound comes out, and had a lot of fun. The liquid was warm, foaming in my lines. I flail and splash him, a smile splitting my face plates. He smiled gently, before leaning forward and sticking his digits into my lines and wiggled them, tickling my wires.

I squeal silently and roll in happiness. The liquid splashed around in the tank, flowing out of the edges. He laughed, pulling me out of the tank, holding me over his helm, smiling. He brought me close and whispered to me as he tucked my helm under his. He Held me for a while and I didn't know what to do, so I just laid there. Eventually he moved to the loud monster that breathed warm air. He pressed my audio nubs close to his grill, blocking out most of the roaring. After the monster steals all the liquid, he takes me back the fun room and sets me down.

I grab my square and tube, Raet told me they were called a PAD and a PAD pen. I start drawing happily, slowly sketching my creators. He looks over and smiles before returning to his PAD. I don't know why creator Prawl liked his PADs. There weren't even any colors or… or pretty lines! Sometimes I don't know what to think about Prawl. I start drawing lines, connecting them like Sun taught me. I liked Sun, though his whole name was hard to say. He taught me how to do the lines! Everyone likes teaching me. I like being teached, so it's okay.

Prawl was teaching me to play a game he called 'holochex'…. or something close to that. Holochex is super hard. It's a cubey thing that had lots of pieces. Prawl likes to get them all on the inside. I don't understand why we gots to put the pegs in time out….. they didn't do nothing wrong to me.

Jazz likes loud sounds that make an audio pattern. He calls it moosic. I like it to, most of the time. Creator Jazz likes some really loud stuff and I like the more quiet and bouncy stuff. I like the loud and movey stuff when it's playtime though. Prawl doesn't like that, but I think he lets him play it because Jazz and I do this thing, were we move in circles and spin! He calls it dancing, and I don't know what that is, but I call it fun.

Ratchet teaches me things to! He shows me these tubes and rods and doo dads that he uses to make ouchies go away and make sick monsters better and he tells me what the names are. I memorize them, it's not hard, but Raet always seems surprised when I get them right. Then he gets all smiley and I feel real happy because Raet is so nice and I make him happy. Raet is really grumpy so I think every monster is happy he's happy. He and Sides are like my creators I think. They are happy together too. Sides taught me how to do a 'prank'. They are fun until it happens and every monster is angry.

That's not fun at all.

….

"Well isn't this fun!" Ratchet growls, running across the broken streets, Bee close behind. Shouts and lasers zooming by, dangerously close. Bee laughs nervously, firing back, never slowing.

"Couldn't be any more fun!" He shouts, ducking to the left as Decepticons drop from roof tops. Ratchet swore, pulling be down a narrow ally way. The two dart between buildings and rubble, losing more and more 'cons as they went. They both ducked into an old building, taking shelter under large pieces of rubble. The panted as they sat, Ratchet complaining about fragging 'cons as they pasted them without a glance. Bee peeked out, before looking at Ratchet.

"Stay here, I'll be right back." He whispered, sneaking out of the rubble, his body low.

"Like frag I will!" Ratchet hissed back, getting up. "Those cons are crawling all over this place!"

"Yeah, and on small bot can get though easier than two!" Bee said. "I know you're worried about me and all but you said it yourself, Shadow needs this metal. If we get caught, he isn't going to get it." Ratchet growled and sat again.

"I'm getting too old for this frag…" he huffed. " You be careful kid. You find a way in you come straight back, you hear me? I swear I will weld you to the base when we get back if you don't!" Ratchet threatened, glaring him down. Bee nodded quickly and moved out.

Ratcheted waited for joor, becoming more and more agitated. He shouldn't have let the kid out on his own. Decepticons were ruthless, evil fraggers and there was no telling what they would do to him if they caught him. Bee was still young, to you to remember what life was like before the war and ratchet would be fragged before he let the kid die not knowing peace.

Ratchet looked up suddenly, a loud clang catching his attention. Ratchet pulled his gun from subspace, aiming it at the entrance to the rubble. Ratchet nearly shot at the sudden sight of another mech, but years of being around the twins kept his hand steady.

"Geez Ratch! Nearly shot me!" Bee whispered his optics wide.

"Don't scare an old war bot then!" He hissed back. "Nearly gave me a spark failure!" Bee smiled sheepishly. "Yeah yeah. Did you find a way in?"

"Yeah, come on. It leads right to the plant." Bee said, ducking away. Ratchet sighed and stood up, following the younger bot quietly. They walked for a while, coming to a plaza. Bee stopped and carefully glanced out.

:There are guards everywhere….: Bee said, looking back at Ratchet. Ratchet frowned.

:Guards… here? Something weird is going on…: He said. :But no time to think about it now… let's get going. : Be nodded and looked out again before creeping out of the ally. He ducked under some old energon crates as patrol went by. Ratchet stilled his venting. Bee was only mega-inches from a whole squad of cons. On sound, and Ratchet and Bee would be getting out of here in many pieces.

Bee stilled until they passed, looking relieved that they didn't catch him. He turned his attention to the street below him. Ratchet noticed for the first time, a latch that no doubt led to an underground Transcar track. They ran throughout the entire city, providing safe passage to all. Ratchet had to fight to keep a smile of his plates, Bee was a smart youngling.

Bee pulled on it, straining to pry it open. They both jumped slightly when it unlatched with a horrible shriek. Ratchet Jolted into action, running towards bee as he climbed down the latter. Cons all around him screamed orders and fired at him. Ratchet was grateful for a few klik, before he realized, they weren't aiming at him. His spark churned at the cracked street gave away under his feet and he was falling into a pit of darkness. Somewhere he heard screaming, undoubtedly Bee as he watched his elder fall.

The bad thing about Transcars, they could be huge. They could be miles around, for they were used for more than one tra-

Ratchet slammed into a track, the old metal breaking away at the impact. Ratchet counted 12 impacts as he fell, his processer beginning to fail. Ratchet, in a last ditch effort to get bee out of here safely, was to send their coordinates and love over his bod to Sideswipe, unsure if the massage sent before the sickening sound of his body slamming into the bottom of the tunnel.

Then there was only black.