My Life During The Great War Ch. 12

'Thoughts'

"Talking out loud"

That means Bumblebee was talking to himself earlier, the voice was in his mind, but he spoke out loud to talk to it. Is story is so close to 30 reviews, just one more, please review!

Klick- under a second- second

Breem- 8.3 minuets- minute

Joor- 6 hours- hour

Orn- 2 weeks -day

Vorn- 83 years -year

Bumblebee knew something was wrong when he slowly came out of stasis. He couldn't think straight and bots were talking, but he couldn't understand them. Bee was confused, why was he in stasis? He felt a thick warming blanket on him, covering most of his frame; his arms were lying on top of the blanket. His arm armor was off as well, odd. The last thing he remembered was Blurr saving him from the beating. He gave himself a helm ache trying to remember what happened after the beating.

Nothing

He tried to listen to the bots that were talking; maybe they might say something useful. He kept his optics closed, not wanting the other bots to realize he was awake. The words were still blurred together. He heard the deep voice of Optimus Prime, the words were jumbled together; they didn't make any sense. He heard Ironhide speak, but his words were jumbled together as well.

For the next few breems Bumblebee tried to understand what the bots were talking about, they sounded upset.

'You should have finished it, you know.' Bumblebee mentally sighed, he didn't want Optimus and the others to find out he was awake yet. He thought back, 'What do you want?' Bee swore if the voice had a face plate, it would be smiling, 'Just wanted you to know your crazy.'

Bee growled mentally, he wasn't in the mood to talk to the voice, 'Leave me alone, I'm trying to listen.'

'Fine, I WAS going to tell you what happened, but never mind.'

The youngling perked up, 'Tell me what happened!' The voice was silent for once. All the voice does is lie, so the voice could be lying again. He started listening to the bots again, he was happy when he could understand a few words.

"-Main energon line…..arms…..scalpel….cuts." That was Ratchet. "Why…damage….suicidal?" That was Ironhide, did he say suicidal? Was Ironhide talking about him? Yes Bee thought about it, but he never did something that screamed he was suicidal. Did he do something?

With each breem that passed Bumblebee understood more words, finally after a long period of time he understood everything. "He must never be alone. He might hurt himself again," That was Optimus's baritone voice. "Who will watch him? I'm busy with patients and you, Optimus are a leader in a war. You can't take care of him, and for all we know every other bot has beaten him. I found damage that was a few weeks old, the beatings didn't just start, they've been going on for sometime," Ratchet said sadly.

"Why didn't' the yellow runt tell us?" Ironhide's gruff voice asked. "I hate to say it old friends, but we haven't spent a lot of time with him. With the loss of his family, he needed someone to help him from the darkness. At first we did help him, but in time we forgot about him," Bee's spark started to hurt, so they did forget about him.

'I did tell you.' Bumblebee wanted to scream at the voice, 'Leave. Me. Alone.' The voice giggled like a sparkling, 'I told you, but did you listen. Noooooo.'

'I told you, leave me alone.'

The damn voice giggled again, 'You listened to me earlier, why not now?' Bumblebee stopped listening to Optimus and the other bots and listened to the voice. 'What do you mean I listened to you earlier?'

'That's right, you don't remember.' The voice giggled, Bee wanted to kill the voice so it would stop giggling, 'When you woke up after the beating that you deserved, you cracked and let me control your actions. You don't want to remember what you did, so your mind is making you forget. It's a shame. Your energon was oh so pretty.'

Bee put his servos in fists, 'WHAT DID YOU DO!?' The evil voice whispered darkly, 'You started cutting yourself, trying to trade emotional pain for physical pain. That's why your arm armor is off. You shredded your arms. Your energon was flowing off the berth. By the way, you cut a main energon line in your left arm.'

Bee was shocked, he was about to say something when the memory hit him like a punch in the chassis. He was cutting his arms, his energon was flowing everywhere. He threw the scalpel across the room and started crying. The door opened and Ratchet came in and tried to calm him.

The yellow youngling started crying, not caring if the other bots saw he was awake and crying. He grabbed his helm and rolled over so he was on his side. "Just leave me alone." Bee heard Optimus, Ratchet, and Ironhide walk over to him. Somebot picked him up and held him close to his large chassis. Bumblebee curled up in a ball in the warming blanket, his door wings were flat against his back. His optics were still closed but he still was crying, he whispered, "Please stop lying, please just stop."

Bumblebee felt he was being rocked back and forth, "Young one, who are you talking to?" Optimus said slowly. Bumblebee opened his tear filled optics and looked straight into the Prime's optics, "It won't leave me alone, it says it's my fault."

Ratchet got optic level to the crying youngling, "Who is 'it'?"

"The voice inside my helm, its saying it's my fault my family is gone and that the younglings at the centers are offline because of me." Bumblebee could see Ratchet was shocked, "It's not your fault Bumblebee, it's the Decepticons fault, not yours." The sad youngling shook his helm, "Everyone says it's my fault, even most of you say it's my fault. The Cons' wanted me because I'm a freak of Primus. They offlined hundreds to get to me."

Bee saw Ratchet look at Optimus and Ironhide, "I think its time to tell you something Bumblebee."

Bee whispered, "I know what you're going to say, 'I'm a freak and I should be offline. I'm a halfling.' My sire was a flier and my carrier was a grounder. I'm just a freak."

Optimus held the crying youngling closer to his spark, trying to comfort him. Optimus said softly, "Bumblebee please listen to Ratchet."

Ratchet rubbed the back of his helm, "Bumblebee, when we first met, you said your sire and carrier were offline. When you came to base I was curious as who was your sire and carrier. When I found you yesterday, I took a CNA sample from you." The medic looked around nervous, "Should I tell him?" Ironhide nodded, "You started telling him, might as well finish telling him the truth."

Ratchet looked straight into Bumblebee's tear filled optics, "Bumblebee, I don't know how to say this, so I might as well just spit it out." Ratchet sighed, "Bumblebee, you don't have a sire, or carrier. You are the last to by born by the Allspark. In other words, you are the last of our race."

A/N….Don't worry, everything should be explained in the next chapter. I know, a short chapter but I had to work and it's 3:30 am, so I'm very tired.