Here you go, a special treat. 2,000 words. This is written in loving memory of my dog Sophie, who got hit by a car yesterday morning. Thanks for 6 wonderful years baby girl.

OK! Here's the deal. There are tons of super skilled fanfic writers out there and I have gotten several requests to "finish" the cliffhangers. So, I've decided to issue an offical challenge. Pick a plot, any plot that appeals to you. There is only one rule. You have to have the word WTF somewhere in the title, so that people know its part of the challenge. ANYTHING goes, that means you can take my plot idea and twist it any way you want. It can be as long or as short as you want it, from a ONESHOT to a multi chapter fic. I would rather not have my fic deleted, so I'm throwing in here that it has to follow the guidelines. I am challenging you to finish what I've started. So all you lovely fan fic writers out there. Get crackin. Since alot of people have been asking permission to use certian chapters, let me clarify. YES! USE THEM! ANYONE OF THEM! PLEASE! PLEASE DO! YAY FOR FANFICS BASED ON PLOT BUNNIES!

-Love Love, Kiss Kiss, Toshi-

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. This is written for my twin sister Mirai, who is reading my fics and think's I'm insane. Love you sis. P.S None of these fics have anything to do with the others...

A mighty heart stopped beating, within a mighty breast, the universe grew dimmer, but we would forever remember, how much we had been blessed... Simply to know you.-Unknown

Youngling- Toddler

Sparkling- Newborn

"Com"

"Outloud"

The end of an era-

Sorrow gripped Ratchet like an iron fist as he carefully made his way over the piles of rubble that had once been a place of laughter and play. Scanning more out of routine then hope, he searched for survivors trapped beneath the remains of Floatila. He had been at this for six days now. Hope had long ago fizzled and gone out, stomped further into oblivion with each lifeless sparkling he had uncovered. What kind of monster would do such a thing? His head jerked up at the gruff voice coming from 8 clicks south of him.

"YOU! MEDIC! I FOUND SOMETHIN!"

Bracing himself for another disappointment, he made his way over to the mech. A member of the strike force sent by Optimus Prime to help with recovery.

He honestly didn't know how much more of this he could take. The massive black mech was heaving huge chunks of debris to the side, trying to get at something below. Suddenly a sound reached Ratchet's audio sensors that he hardly dared to believe was real. The soft, desperate clicking of a sparkling in distress.

His spark sputtered as the massive black mech pulled himself out of the hole he had rammed himself into, holding up a screeching sparkling with a look of proud triumph. Ratchet rushed forward, running scans as the hope that had been a black pit of nothing burst back into life. The mech handed the sparkling over, grinned and went back to his search.

"Take good care of him doc."

Ratchet nodded, frantically making his way back to the triage tent that had once been nothing but a morgue with the precious bundle of life clutched protectively against his chest plate.

"clickclick...whirrrr...click...clickclick...bumbumbumbumbclick"

Ratchet looked down at the tiny sparkling and his spark melted as two of the most beautiful blue optics he had ever seen met his own. As he gently lay him on the table in the triage, the little sparkling's dirt smudged face twisted into the cutest little smile imaginable.

"bumb bumb bee clickclickwhiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrr squeak!"

Ratchet blinked. Communication skills, this early? He looked closer, eyes widening as he realized what had been pulled from the rubble wasn't a sparkling at all, but a smaller then usual youngling.

"So, your name is Bumb Bee?" He gently wiped away the dirt and grime covering the squirming little protoform.

"yepyepyepsquirk!hungrywhirrrrrrrrrrrrmamamama!!

Ratchet looked away, fighting the tears that threatened to burst from his optics as the little Bumb Bee asked for a mother that would never come for him. Straightening his shoulders, he dug through the medical supplies that lined the walls, pulling out a can of fine grade energon and warming it, pouring it into a bottle hand gently holding it out to the little guy, who grabbed it with a hungry grunt and shoved it in his mouth.

Smiling softly, Ratchet rubbed the top of his head with his thumb. "My name is Ratchet. Your mother can't be with you now, so I'll keep an eye on you ok?"

"Wat-Chut-brrrrrrrrruuuumbrumbumbumb...brrr...brruum..." The little youngling purred, his optics flickering and dimming as he fell into a peaceful recharge.

"You got a way with younglings..."

Ratchet looked towards the door. Standing there, looking dirty and exhausted, was the massive black mech who had found the youngling. He could deduce from looking at him, that he was an older mech, one who had seen battle one too many times. His frame was littered with weld scars and dents. Ratchet nodded wearily.

"All I did was clean him up and give him energon. He wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you."

The older mech smirked softly and approached with amazing softness for one so large. "Just doin my job. I just wanted ta check on the little guy, make sure he was ok. My name's Ironhide."

Ratchet got to work cleaning his tools as the larger mech looked down at the sleeping youngling. "He'll be fine with some energon and a decent recharge... I'm Ratchet."

"Nice ta meet you. I noticed your not wearing Autobot Insignia. Your a civilian?"

Ratchet sighed heavily and shrugged, tossing Ironhide a can of high grade and popping one open for himself, before sitting down on a recharge birth. "For now. I had a clinic in Iacon. When I heard about Floatila I couldn't just sit there and do nothing. So here I am."

Ironhide nodded understandingly, grabbing it and smiling thankfully. "We could use a medic. If your intrested, I can put a good word in for you."

Ratchet shook his head, taking a deep swig of his high grade. "I wasn't built for war. So, what will you do with the sparkling when this is over?"

Ironhide shrugged, staring at the top of his high grade can. "I would guess Optimus will take him with us. There's nowhere left for him to go now...Not with Megatron hunting the galaxy for sparklings."

The little sparkling kicked out his foot, waking with a loud squeak and threw the empty energon bottle on the floor.

"HUNGRY!MOREMOREMORESQUEAKCLICKCLICK!"

Ratchet grinned and got up, picking up the fallen bottle and going to get another can of fine grade energon to fill it with. Ironhide turned his attention to the little youngling, tickling his tummy with a finger tip as he squeaked and clicked.

"His name is Bumb-Bee."

Ironhide raised an optic ridge "Bumb Bee? Thats an odd name..."

"BUMBBUMBBUMBLEBEE!SQUEAK!" The little sparkling squeaked almost indignantly, feeling a lot more coherent now that he wasn't running low on energon. Ironhide chuckled. "Well that explains that" .

"I've gone 6 days without a recharge, cut me some slack." Ratchet grinned, handing the fresh bottle of energon to Bumblebee, who promptly stuffed it in his mouth with a happy chirp.

"Primus he's cute."

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything..." Both mechs turned as a deep baritone filled the room. Ironhide saluted crisply.

"Optimus Prime sir. This is Ratchet sir. "

Ratchet's optic's widened slightly at the sheer size of the Mech standing there in the doorway. His head almost touched the ceiling of the tent. It wasn't his size that captured attention however. There was an aura about him that spoke directly to the spark within. Ratchet shook off the feeling that he was face to face with a being who wasn't entirely an autobot. There was something almost supernatural about him. Ratchet extended his hand, smiling as warmly as he could inspite of how unnerved he felt.

"It's a pleasure to meet you sir."

Optimus Prime smiled, his grip firm and confidant as he took Ratchet's hand and shook it warmly. "The pleasure is mine. I wanted to thank you for your help."

Ratchet nodded and motioned to Bumblebee, who was watching curiously as he sucked on his bottle.

"Glad to be of service. As you can see, we found a survivor. He says his name is Bumblebee."

Optimus tenderly looked down at the little sparkling. Ratchet could sense an air of well hidden sadness in his voice.

"Hello little one..."

As if on cue, Bumblebee spit up all over himself, then began to wail. Optimus smiled, gently picking up the sparkling before Ratchet could move and holding him against his chest plate almost protectively, searching for something to wipe the baby clean with. . Ratchet felt his spark swell as he grabbed a clean rag and held it out. Ironhide chuckled.

"Shucks Optimus, yer a natural."

Ratchet expected the commander to correct his soldier's lack of protocal. Instead, Optimus simply chuckled, gently cleaning the now happily clicking Bumblebee.

"I suppose I'll have to be...Until we can find him someone better."

In that moment, Ratchet made up his mind. "I'll take care of him."

Both Ironhide and Optimus looked up at him. Ratchet sighed heavily.

"He will need military protection..." Optimus said gently. "Megatron is ruthless."

Ratchet looked down at Bumblebee, before meeting Optims Prime's optics. "Then I will join the Autobots, if you'll have me."

Ironhide grinned. "I knew you'd come around."

Optimus wore an expression of amusement. "It will be good to have you with us Ratchet. We need all the help we can get."

Millions of years later... Far from where he use to be... Ratchet smiled in his sleep, as memories of the day that changed his life flittered through his CPU.

"Ratch..."

He mumbled as a familiar voice, much older now filled his Audio Sensors. Groggily, he pulled out of stasis, flicking on his optics. The sound of panic in Bumblebee's voice had him worried. The expression on his usually cheerful face confirmed Ratchet's fears.

"What happened Bee?"

"Ironhide..." Bumblebee's voice was small. Frightened.

Dread wrapped around his spark. "Take me to him."

Ironhide was on his hands and knee's in the arena, growling furiously as he struggled to get up, only succeeding in landing flat on his face as Ratchet approached. A massive metal fist weakly slamming into the ground in frustration as he groaned, too weak to manage anything more.

"We were wrestling... I didn't mean anything... I..." Bumblebee's frightened voice was shrill. Ratchet could tell he was on the verge of tears.

"It's alright Bee... I'll take care of him, go get Optimus." Ratchet didn't like this. This was the third time this week Ironhide had suffered a spark failure. There were only so many times you could repair a spark casing. He knelt beside the old warrior, feeling a tinge of sadness as he witnessed the strength of a mighty spark doing battle with time.

"Quit...Lookin...At...Me...Like that..." Ironhide muttered into the floor.

Ratchet forced his voice into its usual snappy tone. "What the slag did I tell you about overexerting yourself Hide?"

"I...Didn't..."

Ratchet cocked an optic ridge "Oh? I suppose your just laying here on the floor because you like the view from down there?"

"Damned Straight."

"How bad is it Hide?" Ratchet couldn't hide his concern any longer as Ironhide shuddered.

"Quit...Worryin... "

"Hide..."

"Contianment failure... 63... Levels are droppin Ratch..." Ironhide sounded almost sad as he confessed that all was not fine.

"I need to get you to med bay. If I brace you, can you stay on your feet?"

"Don't wanna go to the med bay..."

Ratchet's tinge of sadness grew. "Hide..."

"Bee's grown... War is over... Wanna go... Play with my cannons..."

"I'm here Hide..." Optimus stood in the door way, an expression of concern on his face.

Ironhide let out a pained wheeze "Wanna...Go... Play with my cannons..."

"Ratchet... How bad is it?"

"Even if I repair it, it's just going to fail again Optimus... Even I can't cure old age..."

Optimus grabbed Ironhide's arm, heaving him gently to his feet. The old Mech slumped heavily against him, before struggling to straighten, head held high. Ratchet hastily wiped away the trickle of energon that escaped his optic as he Optimus spoke in that beautifully strong voice.

"You know, now would be an excellent time for target practice. I think I'll join you Hide. What do you think? Up for some target practice you two?" Optimus looked to Bee, who was making no effort to hide his tears as he nodded, trying to sound brave inspite of the sorrow creeping into his voice.

"Y...Yeah.."

Ironhide lifted his head, his dimming optics meeting those of the little sparkling he had rescued all those millions of years ago. He smiled.

"Bet I can still woop yer afts."

They stayed up all night, wasting round after round of ammunition. When Ironhide was no longer strong enough to hold his cannon upright, they sat and talked about old times. Bumblebee snuggled up against him, resting his head against his chest plate as he had done when he was a sparkling. For once, Ironhide didn't grump about it. After Bumblebee fell asleep, Ironhide became serious, his optics meeting those of his two nearest and dearest friends. They could both see the pain on his face.

"Promise me... You'll take care of Bee."

Optimus and Ratchet both nodded and Ironhide leaned back against the wall, his optics growing dimmer by the second as he gently ran his fingers across Bee's head.

"I couldn't have asked for a better bunch'a friends...It's been... One hell of a ride..."

Optimus smiled sadly. "Yes, it really has. No regrets?"

"Just..." Ironhide's voice became crackly as his systems started to shut down. "That it had to end..."

"All are one, old friend."

Ratchet nodded softly, his voice cracking with sorrow. "All are one."

"All...Are one..."

They stayed there, together as they had been since that day when Bumblebee had brought them together, long after the mighty spark that was Ironhide, returned to the matrix.

They buried him with every cannon he owned and three he didn't.

The universe became just a little bit dimmer.