3/10/12: His Impossible Wish

As Bumblebee watched the organics of Detroit go about their lives, he was reminded of Cybertron. Everyone had lives to return to except for him. He had no creators, no other family willing to take him in, no secondary skill or job, and no solid friendships. The team would leave Earth eventually and return to Cybertron, their home planet. He always had the option of staying, but he would be equally hopeless in both places. On one planet, he was an alien. On the other, he was alienated.

So he prayed to Primus that this Earth mission would never end.

3/11/12: Melee Weapon

When the time finally came, Bumblebee could not contain his excitement. His servos were outfitted with brand new energon daggers, courtesy of Ratchet. They were somehow calibrated to work with his stingers, allowing him to send an electric current through a dagger. They were pretty awesome basically.

"Bumblebee, get your aft out of my med-bay!" The infuriated medic shouted, effectively ending the youngling's daydream. Dodging a wrench, Bee ran into the rec.-room. Of course Prowl, Optimus, and Bulkhead could all have melee weapons while he was stuck with his temperamental electric stingers. Cybertronian laws were just so unfair to minors.

3/12/12: Swapped

He knew that the team would eventually turn on him, but not like this! He tried to tell them that Wasp was impersonating him, only for his pleas to fall on deaf audios. He thought they would recognize him; see the truth in his optics. He was dead wrong. As the night went on, he could only ask why.

In the end, Bumblebee brushed off the experience like it was nothing. It wasn't like he was going through an identity crisis. It wasn't like the whole thing was traumatic. It wasn't like his fear of Wasp went through the roof.

3/13/12: Ghost

Every day, Bumblebee walked through the forest. He started the trek right before sunrise and returned a few hours later. Optimus knew this was Bee's way of grieving, but he couldn't help but be concerned. Ratchet wrote off his concern, saying that it was best for Bumblebee to try and work it out on his own for now, then going to help once his personal healing was done…as long as the youngling didn't try anything.

One day as Bumblebee walked past Prowl's memorial, he heard a familiar voice say his name. He nearly fainted once he saw a transparent Prowl.

3/14/12: Fan Art

It was time to indulge in another guilty pleasure: searching the internet for fan art. At first, Bumblebee was surprised that the first thing that popped up on a search for "Bumblebee" was "bumblebee transformers". He was even more intrigued by hundreds of drawings of him done by other people. Let's just say it didn't help his ego problem.

However, some of it depicted, in great detail, what Starscream or Megatron or Shockwave or Wasp or any other bot would do to him if they ever got attracted to him in some way. It was awkward to say the least.

3/15/12: Defeated

"Sorry to break it to you," Bumblebee rasped, "but you just fell into our trap. SARI!"

"Got it!" the teenager screamed, struggling to hold a large mirror behind the white Bumblebee. With one final shove, Bumblebee managed to push his counterpart through the mirror and smashed it. Shattered glass rained down around his servo, many pieces quickly coated in energon.

"I am never going through that again," Bumblebee said, cycling his vents in an attempt to calm his mind. His injuries finally caught up with him, causing him to scream in agony. He blacked out before he reached the med-bay.

3/16/12: Emotions

"You are willing to do this?" the monotone asked him once again. Bumblebee sighed, casting his gaze to the floor.

"Yeah, I don't want to feel…this anymore," he replied, "there's just…too much pain. My friends were off-lined and I wasn't there for them."

"You would have been killed too," Perceptor reminded him, "Every test I ran ended with that result."

"It would have been better than living like this!" Bumblebee yelled, coolant tears falling down his faceplate. "You're the only one I can turn to." Perceptor regarded him with wary optics.

"You wish to erase your personality and emotions…very well."

A/N: It's the halfway mark!

3/10/12: Redundancy will be redundant. :P I know I keep bringing it up, but it's so much fun to play around with.

3/11/12: The idea derived more from my Transformers Prime speculations. Seriously, Prime Bee is the only Autobot without a melee weapon! The same kind of applies to TFA Bee, seeing as his stingers like to vary in effectiveness.

3/12/12: Vignette for "Where Is Thy Sting?" I'm spamming the comments with another person and we're just quoting the entire episode.

3/13/12: I read on TF Wiki that if there had been a Season 4, Prowl would have been a ghost. O.o Our ninja-bot LIVES! Well…kind of…

3/14/12: Fan art is fun to draw. :D

3/15/12: Almost done with the SG storyline.

3/16/12: It's said that Perceptor erased his personality to make room for more data. :P Oh Perceptor…