A Ghost Town From The Past Ch. 6

Bumblebee's view

"A ghost town of the past," Bee whispered so softly he didn't even know if he said it. He knew his teammates were by his side but he didn't care. He just looked forward, towards the destroyed town that held so many memories of his past. Memories of his human friends, of Raf. Sorrow washed over him so fast he nearly purged his tank.

Rafael.

'Oh Primus, Raf, why I didn't I visit him when I came back to Earth?' Bumblebee thought regretfully. How many years has it been? Did Raf have a family? Was his little human friend still alive? What of the other human friends? Where they still alive? Was Jack, Miko or June still around, still alive?

Bumblebee didn't want to move, didn't want to look away, and lastly, he didn't want to forget this place. His second home, the place that met safely for when things were getting rough, for when the War was getting to much to bare. Ignoring his teammates, his optics shifted towards the distance, to where the Autobot Outpost Omega One base was supposed to be standing. Even in the distance it looked the same as it did all those years ago when the Decepticons attacked. Blasted apart, burned by the plasma blast, destroyed; gone. Like Cybertron was all those years ago. Like every city he visited during the War: Crystal City, Iacon, Kalis, Polyhex, Praxus, Simfur, Tarn, Vos and Tyg-

Bumblebee fell forward on his servos and purged the energon in his tank. He heard his teammates jump back in shock (and disgust on Sideswipes part) His vents worked overtime to cool his systems. He wiped the energon off his mouth, he didn't like that city anymore, not since... not since IT happened. Even though he got his voice back many many MANY years later, it still scarred him to the core. The scars on his throats may have been healed by the Cyber matter but the scars on the inside would always haunt him, even to his very spark.

Why did everything remind him of that Primus forsaken city. Bee raised his arm and punched the ground so hard the impact made a small crater. He ignored the pain, this was nothing compared to the years of pain and sorrow he had to endure during the War. 'This is nothing,' he thought.

He noticed Strongarm get close and kneel down next to him. She slowly put her servo on his shoulder. She was comforting him. That made him feel worse, he was their leader, not some sparkling that needed comforting. Pathetic.

"Sir?"

He glanced at the femme and could clearly see that she didn't know what to do. She'd never had to deal with a mech that had lost so much in the War. Pit, she never had to deal with a mech that has been in the War. She was to young for something like this, slag he was to young to deal with this, to deal with post traumatic stress. But the War had torn everyone apart from the inside, the old and the young, the Autobots and the Decepticons alike. Everyone shared the same cruel fate in the end.

"Lieutenant, um, Bee? Please talk to us. Was this the place you were station when you were on Earth?" Strongarm asked gently. Bumblebee looked behind the femme to see the rest of his teammates, they looked so worried about him. He looked away, torn between telling them and just trying to run away like a little sparkling. His instincts were telling him to run and since his instincts were normally right and was what kept him alive, he wanted to run and hide under a very big rock. But he couldn't do that, not anymore. He wasn't a youngling anymore, he had to face this, had to get over the feeling of how pathetic he felt.

His glaze fell on Strongarm again and he slowly nodded, "Yes, it was." Strongarm nodded, trying to understand his pain. He didn't like that. When more Cybertronians were 'born' they thought they knew the pain of the older mechs and femmes, they tried to understand what the older generations went through during the War; just like what Strongarm was trying to do now. But they couldn't and they would never understand that.

Bumblebee stood up with Strongarm's help and he fought the urge to stare at the ground. He looked at his teammates, the urge was slowly getting stronger. Trying to keep his voice even he said, "This town was known as Jasper, I was stationed here for over 10 years. This pl-" He stopped, trying to stop his voice from cracking with static from emotion. "This place was like a second home to me... to us." Bee looked over the destroyed town, his glaze falling on all the destroyed houses and buildings. Finally he looked in the distance and nearly flinched at the sight of the once proud base. Primus this hurt. "The Decepticons attacked without warning. We spilt up so if one of us would get captured we all wouldn't go down in one blow. With all of us separated I tho-" His voice cracked with static from so much emotion it psychically hurt. "I thought that was the day we finally lost the War. The day where everything we fought for was for nothing." He paused, not paying his teammates any attention, he needed this as much as them. "I thought for weeks that everyone I have ever cared for was dead, that I was the only one left. The only one that wasn't picked off by the Cons."

He didn't mention Raf, he didn't deserve to be brought into this again. Bee knew his teammates had questions and he was not going to let them know that there was another person that could answer those questions because they would all go flock to the poor boy- or the poor man now. The man didn't need to be reminded of the dark days of the War.

"Well?" A soft voice asked.

Bee looked over to where the voice came from and was surprised that it came from Sideswipe. He didn't understand, "What do you mean?" The red spiky helmed mech shifted on his pedes and looked at the ground, "What happened?" Sideswipe met his optics for a Klick before quickly looking away again. He looked at all his teammates, the bounty hunter, the dinobot, the rookie and the cadet and realized that this team was very much alike to his old one. "I hid for weeks, hiding from the Cons, doing everything to stay alive. Weeks, maybe even a month later my team and I found each other but two were missing, we thought they were dead. We were planning on attacking the Decepticons but one of us said it was over, with Optimus dead there so no hope left." Why was this so hard? "With the arrival of Ultra Magnus we stormed the fortress called Darkmount. We knew it was a suicide mission, we all wanted to go out with a bang. Not on our knees begging for death."

Bumblebee heard Strongarm's, Sideswipe's and Grimlock's vents hitch for a few Klicks. They were so young but they wanted and now need to know the story, so they could finally get that they could never understand what it was like during the War. He looked over at Drift, and was surprised that the bounty hunter had his optics closed, maybe he was trying to imagine it or something of the sort.

"We failed horribly, they lined us up and they were going to kill us in front of each other like some sort of a sick game. Right when we were going to executed Optimus appeared and saved us all." He paused again, his vents trying to keep up, "Because of him we survived but in the end we all failed him and now, he's dead." He wiped away an energon tear, "Go explore, I'll be back in a Joor or so." Before his teammates could argue he transformed and headed towards the base; his old home to say one last goodbye.

A/N... Well? How did I do? I made the attack on Darkmount a little more dark than the original but if the show wasn't made for kids I bet it would have been darker because season 3 could have gone down the darker side fast. I think one more chapter after this and I'll let you guys decide, happy ending or sad ending? Choose carefully, you know I can be evil with sad stuff. If you want to see something in the next chapter, let me know and I'll see if I can squish it in there.

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