Something silly and random, inspired by a few other fics where various transformers are turned into sparklings such as this one - http:/ www. fanfiction .net /s/3957625/1/Little_Wonders

Something I drew for this (couldn't resist drawing a sparkling Bee! ^^) http:/ jazzthetiger. deviantart. com /art/Little-Bee-181480864

Please review!

Bumblebee growled impatiently, Sari Sumdac sighed and leant back into the front seat, gazing out of Bumblebee's window in boredom. They were currently on a main freeway in the city of Detroit, heading back from a patrol. Bumblebee had picked Sari up on the way back so they could hang out like they always do on afternoons like this. But they were stuck in a traffic jam, and they weren't going anywhere fast anytime soon. This is what irked Bumblebee the most, and he revved his engine in his growing frustration, momentarily startling his teenaged passenger. Behind him a green SWAT assault vehicle sighed tiredly at his team mates antics, readying himself to talk the yellow police car out of whatever escape plan he had come up with in the five minutes they'd been stuck in traffic.

"Why don't we just transform and walk out of here?"

"And scare the living daylights out of everyone around us, I don't think so" Sari beat him to it.

If Bumblebee's alt mode allowed it, he would've grinned.

Without warning, he placed a police siren on his roof and took off down the emergency lane.

"How about I do this instead!" Bumblebee called to his thrilled passenger over the loud roar of his engine and screeching tires.

Behind him Bulkhead groaned, and would have rolled his optics if he could, then followed after his speedy friend, he was disguised as a SWAT vehicle after all, and he was certain Bumblebee was breaking the speed limit.

Again.

Bumblebee and Sari arrived at the 'abandoned' plant that was home to the autobots, five minutes before Bulkhead.

After having let Sari out and transforming into robot mode, Bumblebee burst into the building dramatically spreading his arms wide and all but shouting

"Guess who's back!"

Moments later Optimus appeared in the room.

"I take it things are still quiet?"

"and incredibly boring"

"Where's Bulkhead?"

"Er…. He was a little slow…" Bumblebee trailed off sheepishly, avoiding optic contact with him.

Optimus groaned in exasperation and face-palmed, Bumblebee had a habit of leaving his team mates behind when he took off after patrols, and it was only a matter of time before something bad happened to either himself or the team mate he'd left behind.

Bumblebee and Sari shared a knowing look.

When Optimus looked up again to speak, they were both gone.

He rolled his optics when moments later, loud upbeat music started playing from the rec. room.

Bulkhead chose that moment to stroll into the building

"Hey boss! Oh… are you okay?"

"Thank you, but I'm fine, Bulkhead"

"Are you sure? You looked a little annoyed when I walked in…"

"I'm fine" Optimus cut in, giving Bulkhead a strained smile.

"Ok then" Bulkhead shrugged, and joined Bumblebee, Jazz and Sari in the rec. room.

Bulkhead sat down on the cement couch and watched as the three happily danced around in front of the TV while the stereo blasted out music, Jazz saw it as a great opportunity to keep himself fit, and his dance moves closely resembled those of break dancing due to his cyber-ninja training. Bumblebee and Sari were more casual with their dancing and simply busted out cool moves as they remembered them from music videos and the like, giggling at failed attempts or applauding well executed ones.

Whilst executing a particularly complicated dance move, Bumblebee had forgotten he was still holding an energon cube he had picked up earlier after the patrol.

Meanwhile the jerky movements caused the energon to slosh around and become unstable, and the pink fluorescent fluid began to glow brighter. Bulkhead noticed this.

"Bumblebee!"

Bumblebee didn't hear him over the music, he almost had it!

By now Jazz had also noticed the glowing cube "Bumblebee, STOP!"

Bumblebee paused, was there something wrong? It was only then he noticed the scorching hot sensation in his servo, with a yelp he dropped the cube. The final jolt from the cube landing on the floor caused the energon to explode at Bumblebee's feet with a flash of blindingly bright white light and a deafening blast.

BOOM!

When the last of the energy blasts faded, the autobots began to recalibrate and online their optics. They were greeted with a scorched rec. room. The giant wall mounted TV near where Bumblebee was last seen standing was shattered and broken beyond recognition, blue sparks of electricity jumped out from exposed wires, the cement couch which they had all dove behind was a crumbling mass of rubble, but worst of all, there was no sign of Bumblebee.

The remaining autobots, Optimus, Ratchet and Prowl burst into the room having being stirred from their activities by the blast.

"what's going on..." Optimus's voice trailed off when he saw the destruction.

"…Bee…." Sari sobbed, tears spilling down her cheeks, and dropping to her knees beside the small black crater that marked the place where Bumblebee had dropped the cube.

A frightened whimper came from underneath the chunks of scorched metal that had once been the stereo systems, causing all gazes to focus there. Jazz warily approached the spot where the small sound originated from, he began to carefully move away chunks of metal so as not to have anything fall on whatever had made that noise. He very nearly dropped the chunk of metal in shock, a pair of large sky blue optics warily peered out at him from their shelter beneath the metal scraps.

Sari had crept closer whilst Jazz was moving the metal and was now watching from behind Jazz.

"…Bee, is that you?" she called out tentatively.

"Squeak!" was the noisy reply as a yellow rounded helm poked out from the shadows, large blue optics round with happiness.

The autobots gasped as a miniature Bumblebee staggered out from underneath the metal shelter and hobbled towards Sari.

Sari squealed with delight and ran up to him, sweeping him off his feet in a hug, and spinning around with him in her arms. "Bee! You're alright!"

Bumblebee could only stare in shock. Something definitely wasn't right here, how did she get so big?

He tried to ask her this, but she didn't seem to notice, and continued grinning obliviously at him. Unbeknownst to poor Bumblebee, who had a habit of speaking his processor and so his thoughts were consequently louder than his voice, he was speaking in chirps and squeaks, or more generally known as sparkling babble.

"You're so cute!" she said grinning and holding him out at arms length to examine him better.

Bumblebee shrieked in alarm when he noticed Jazz crouched down beside Sari. Holy Frag! He was even bigger than he remembered!

"Wow little dude, how'd ya get so small?" Jazz said cheerfully to calm the trembling yellow sparkling in Sari's arms, but managed to do the complete opposite when Bumblebee decided to freak out about his even smaller stature.

A loud thud from the back of the room caught Bumblebee's attention, as it did with most of the bots. Prowl had done the robot equivalent of fainting and fallen into stasis lock upon the sight of Bumblebee as a sparkling, he was trouble enough as a fully grown mech after all. If there's one thing Bumblebee wouldn't turn down, it was an invitation to fluster the police motorcycle in any way possible, which was a pretty tough challenge. Bumblebee grinned mischievously (the sparkling equivalent was an incredibly endearing little smile) and pointed to Prowl, squirming a little in Sari's arms to get the point across better.

"Oh you wanna go see Prowl?" Sari asked, already walking towards Prowl who lay uncharacteristically sprawled across the floor.

Bumblebee giggled excitedly, Prowl obviously didn't like whatever had happened to him, and he was going to make the most of it.

Meanwhile, Bulkhead and Jazz where explaining to Optimus and Ratchet what had happened to cause the explosion. But they hadn't the slightest clue how Bumblebee had become a sparkling.

Sari let Bumblebee down beside Prowl, and watched as he crept closer and closer, wobbling a little on his pedes as he went, and stopped when he was close enough to tentatively poke the unconscious transformer's cheek.

No response.

He pouted, and then poked Prowl again, with a little more force.

Again, nothing.

Bumblebee whined with frustration and crawled onto the motorcycle-former's chassis and sat there peering down at his face, eagerly awaiting the moment when Prowl onlined to (hopefully) give him the scare of his life.