Summary: Bumblebee can't remember the stars from Cybertron. But what does he care?

Genre: General

Characters: Bumblebee and Sam

Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers. Simple as that. Enjoy!


Twinkle, twinkle little star…

By: Life-is-Insanity.


What had the stars looked like from Cybertron?

Sam's questions regarding his home planet had been relatively simple to answer (Had there been water? No. Wild-life? None. How big had the cities been? Bigger than London and New York combined) but the inquiry about the stars had thrown Bumblebee off. Why would Sam want to know something like that?

A search through his memory banks turned up in vain and he frowned. Surely he could have remembered something as easily as the stars, for Primus sake! How many times had he glanced at the sky, counting the number of ships ready to dock? But a few more searches through his memory banks all showed up the same. Nothing.

It did not trouble him, though. Stars were merely light from far off suns, some possibly already burned out. What importance did they hold?

Shrugging, Bumblebee replied, "I don't remember."

Later, parked comfortably in the Witwicky's garage, the scout decided that the question had been silly. Cybertronians had simply not cared about tiny pin-prickles of light shining through their atmosphere. Must be a human thing, he thought.

But deep down, in the farthest corner of his spark, it truly bothered Bumblebee that he could not remember the one natural bit of beauty his planet had to offer.


July 14 2010


so, did that make any sense, to anyone…?

Review, pretty please!