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.

-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...

Within every grown up, there is an inner child, begging to be set free

We won the war. Isn't it funny how bittersweet life can be? I should be celebrating, but instead all I can do is think back on everyone I've lost. They deserved to live to see this day. I think out of all of them, I miss Optimus the most. After all these years, my spark still aches when I think of him. I wonder, if he had survived, would he be proud of me? I'd like to think he would be. Primus knows I've done my best.

"Words cannot express how proud I am little one..."

Strong metal fingers paused over the keyboard. He could have sworn...Blaming it on needing recharge, he continued typing.

Now that its over, I'm not sure what to do with myself. The war was my entire life. What will I do now that I no longer have anything to fight for? They'll tell stories about me I suppose. Long after my spark has faded and another has taken my place. I hope they never forget, what we had to do to ensure they would have a future, but most importantly, I hope they remember. All are one. Maybe now I can go back to being just Bumblebee. Maybe not. You see, that was my sacrifice in the name of peace. I suppose you could say that Bumblebee died the when the matrix chose to make him Prime, leaving me where he use to be. I feel hollow without him. I can't help but wonder... Was it really worth it? I feel so alone. Haunted by the memories of what once was. I even miss Ratchet yelling at me. The universe became very dim when Ratchet's spark went out...

"Bumblebee. I'm right here..."

Fingers paused again, unsure.

"Is someone there?"

He sighed heavily as no one answered, returning to his task.

I suppose it's because with the death of the twins, there's no one left who knew me before I became Prime. The memory of the little scout who could, faded into the matrix with the Sparks of those who knew him best. I'm so tired...

"Your such a drama queen..."

This time his head swiveled around, big blue optics searching for the source of that cheerful voice he knew he had heard.

"Sunstreaker?"

It couldn't be. What was wrong with him! He had seen Sunstreaker die by Thrust's hand as he struggled to carry his lifeless brother from the battle field. Frustrated, he tried to continue, shaking his head to clear it as for some reason his vision blurred.

"You've done a damned good job kid, its time to let go."

Now he knew he was hearing things. Ironhide had been dead almost 8,000 years. Trying to ignore it, he reached for the keyboard, only to have his hands refuse to obey him. As his vision dimmed and went dark, he briefly wondered if he was losing his mind.

"Yo Bee! Wake the slag up kid, your missin the party!"

"Jazz?"

"No, yer mama."

Bumblee's optic's switched on and widened as he saw the smiling face of his spark-mate and he realized he was no longer in his office, but sitting in the middle of a beautiful meadow. With a cry of joy he tackled Jazz, who laughed. That beautiful laugh he had missed so much it hurt. A sob burst forth as he clung, afraid that if he let go he would find it all a horrible dream, that he would be forced to continue living because there was no one else to be Prime in a world that had been empty and dark without his beloved in it.

"Don't... Don't let go..." He whispered softly, tears of energon trickling freely down his cheeks as Jazz held him close.

"Never gonna happen again Bee, I promise."

They found him face down on the floor in front of his desk the next morning. The New Federation Of Cybertron mourned the loss of the greatest Prime to ever live. The autobot who had single handedly ended a war that had been fought for millions of years. He had been known for his bravery. His kindness and his wisdom. He had been loved and he would be missed. A memorial was erected, beside the one of the great Optimus Prime, in his honor. But with the death of Prime Bee...

Bumblebee was set free...

Within the matrix... He lived happily ever after, in the arms of the one's who had known him best.

All were one.