Elita and Ratchet were together sitting in the lounge catching up on lost time after all the long cycle's her team had been away from the rest of the Autobot's forces, It was just the secondary leader's luck that Optimus was currently away from the base with Jazz and Magnus,
"Chromia Arcee and I found a youngling she's a little older then Sides and Sunny" she informed Ratchet,
Moonracer was a strong sparked youngling and an amazing shot with aim like no other It was clear how she fended so well without any help against cons for so long. Though she tended to a bit heat helmed at times with orders,
"So now ya' got a new youngling in the bunch?"
She looked down to her servos flustered and unable to deny the truth. "Yes…Chromia has taken a liking to her right away and I myself could not recharge easy if we left her on her own with how bad everything keeps getting",
"Everyone has been taking in the younglings I want to put the blame on Optimus but…" the mech vented shaking his helm in doubt,
"He has had Bee longer then the he's been fighting in the war himself",
In truth maybe Orion and Bumblebee's bond. Did have an effect on the others choices to watch over the younglings who've joined or been taken in over time since the war started, The twins and Bluestreak had Prowl keeping an optic on them, Cliffjumper had Ironhide, and now Moonracer had Chromia and then rest of Elita's team to watch her,
Elita chuckled to herself remembering a nice moment before more sorrow. "I still remember the reactions we all had when Orion came back with the yellow tiny little sparkling"
"Nearly offlined me is what he did" Ratchet grumbled shooting a glare her way. She had no fear of his over the top anger like some of the others were,
Of all the things they feared would happened when he left to try and speak with Megatron one last time. they did not think he would return with Bumblebee,
The state of a distressed Optimus with a sparkling sent them all into many different stages of panic, Elita kept calm and tried to get the story clearly from her beloved friend, Jazz had passed out and Ratchet reacted as he normally does with a lot surprises…Curses many curses,
"He wouldn't even let him go when you demanded it so you could repair his servos"
The older mech's face soften at the memory laughing dryly "Yep and Prime still does it too no matter how much I threaten him",
"Speaking of little Bee…I noticed you a while ago little one" Elita turned back staring at the door way till a little yellow helm peeked over "You cheat like Op does" he pouted stepping into the lounge,
She rolled her optics at the comment turning around fully and beckoning him over to them. Bumblebee came over and sat in front of her on the floor "What's the matter Bee?, Weren't you playing with Arcee and Moonracer" she asked patting his helm lovingly,
"He slips away the little slag. He's small and he knows how to use it to do what he wants" Ratchet accused giving a pointed look to Bumblebee,
The sparkling simply grinned proudly. Elita for her part did not help him with reprimands, "Oh such a skilled little mech you are!, Arcee is one of the best and you got past her" she praised bending lower to pick him up and settle him behind her on the bench seat,
Bumblebee giggled placing his little servos on top of the table to stand on the seat to be at better optic level with his companions,
"You are not helping Elita you are almost as bad as Optimus with teaching him better" he muttered bitterly sending a glare,
At the name of his caretaker the sparkling perked up winglets fluttering in excitement "Ratchet! When Op coming home?" he asked the older mech a hopeful look in his eyes that made Elita's spark ache,
"Not for a while little one He Jazz and Magnus have very important things to do right now" she informed patting his helm again in comfort,
"Oh…"
Both Autobot's looked over at each sadly. It was not fair nor easy to be a sparkling or a youngling right now, if alive they are growing up without the freedom to play games and explore their home like all growing young sparks should,
The traumas Cybertron's young face is one of cruel unfairness. A rage burned in Elita One's spark,
"He'll come back I promise Bumblebee"
"I know Op always does he promises!"
"Of course" she agreed looping an arm around Bumblebee's back bringing him closer to her side "For the time being will you care to hear of my stories. I saw many things out there with Chromia and Arcee",
The next few joors were spent with a chatty little sparkling asking many questions,
Note: I believe transformers at its core is about a weird found family of friends no i do not take creative criticism on this i am right