A/N: Hai guyz! Holy cow! Has it already been two weeks?!... Sorry this took so long, but I was determined to proof-read this, so I hope that I don't have too many grammar mistakes. Not much to say, so I'll leave it at that. Anyway, thanks a lot for the reviews everyone (well those who actually put more then "Update soon!" anyway) Not that I don't mind the enthusiasm, but I would appreciate it if some of the reviews could be a little more constructive.

Disclaimer: I don't think I need to tell you guys that I don't own Transformers Animated or any of the characters. Besides, I think I morphed them horribly into pathetic oocs and now I have to go as far as adding OCs into the story! Le gasp! Yes, I did draw some inspiration from the TMNT episode "Same as It Never Was" as well as other series episodes that are similar, so you'll probably spot some similarities.

Warning: Violence. Lots and lots of violence (Ok. Maybe that's a bit exaggerated.) Maybe some cursing.

Anger is one letter short of danger.

-Unknown

Sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

-Unknown

Anger ventilated often hurries toward forgiveness; and concealed often hardens into revenge.

-Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton

"He blames you... Yes everything! Your allies' deaths!... But above all, I believe he thinks of you as nothing more than a coward who hid himself away for twenty stellar cycles."

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Prowl blamed him. Bumblebee accepted that. But why?

"Why else would he act so unexpectedly after thirty stellar cycles of remaining so normative? I've kept an optic on him for quite some time – partially for curiosity, but mostly suspicion." It was almost like Starscream could see Bumblebee's deepest thoughts. Or perhaps Bumblebee was just too easy to read- as if he was an open book. Who could tell when dealing with an arrogant narcissist like Starscream? But of course he did not stop there. "He found somewhere to conceal his anger, even try to throw it away. But unchecked anger is always the most dangerous. It still tries to strut about, despite being a shackled beast. All it takes is a small irregular, unexpected moment to upset the balance and an un-maintainable situation is born. You," Starscream explained inimically and raised a long index digit towards Bumblebee once more, "Are just the small catalyst to do so."

Bumblebee sighed and lowered his optics to the floor, keeping awkwardly silent. Maybe it was his fault that things had turned out this way. Maybe he could have somehow stopped this from happening. But how?! How could he, when he did not even know how he arrived here in the first place?!

"Silly me. I had forgotten about these bourgeoisies," Starscream drawled he raised one of the gray disks and examined it with a grudging contempt. "I supposed I should go now, shouldn't I?"

Feeling the larger presence of Starscream lingering just before him, Bumblebee found himself staring at Starscream's face plate hovering very close to him after glacing up. He couldn't help but to glare at the seeker when he realized that Starscream was, yet again, mockingly smiling at him. He was once again taking pleasure in his discomfort. The silence dragged on as the intimidating aura of Starscream overwhelmed the hesitant one that of Bumblebee and even seeped throughout the room.

With a short snicker, Starscream turned and walked away– obviously satisfied with himself.

What was Bumblebee supposed to do now? What could he do? Despite how much he wanted there to be a way to fix this future- right the wrong of this nightmare, he couldn't do it alone. And it's not like he had help at the moment anyway. Bulkhead became too much of a seemingly pacifist and didn't even want to hear Bumblebee talk about any attempt against Megatron. Prowl, if what Starscream concluded was true, would probably amputate a servo if Bumblebee came anywhere near him, and Starscream...Starscream just couldn't be trusted. It didn't matter if Bulkhead 'assured' Bumblebee that he was an ally or if the seeker himself claimed to be fighting for the better good; his better good anyway. He just couldn't bring himself to trust the sly little (well maybe not so much) creep. His past experiences warned him against that.

"Bumblebee," came Bulkhead's quiet voice. Bumblebee turned guiltily towards his larger friend, with drooping shoulders. Lug- uh...Bulkhead's dull faceplate expressed a worn, yet stern tone when Bumblebee looked over to him. He waited a moment before continuing (perhaps to be sure that the younger mech was actually paying attention) but patiently began soon after. "I'm going to survey the area for any surviving humans, so I'll be back soon."

Listening to Bulkhead, Bumblebee felt himself frown after processing what was being said. "So...you're leaving?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yes," Bulkhead replied simply.

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"No I'll be fine...Just stay here. You need to recharge right?"

"Oh...Yeah, good point. I guess I do need the rest..." Bumblebee was beginning to realize that though Bulkhead didn't come out and say it, he didn't trust him either. The unsure-ness in his voice easily gave it away. Who could blame him though? He must have felt so betrayed when his best friend wasn't there to help protect their cause and- even worse, his home. What would Ratchet think of him were he still online? Would he follow suit with Prowl and accuse him of abandoning them? It wouldn't surprise Bumblebee if he did.

Bumblebee watched with an overwhelming sadness from being so helpless while Bulkhead shuffled away in creaky steps.

The instant the large form of Bulkhead had disappeared from sight, Bumblebee became aware of the many different eyes that darted toward him suspiciously. The humans were giving him as well a welcome as Prowl. No smiles or even unexpressive faces; only squints and glares followed him and his movements.

"Uh...Hi...," Bumblebee murmured with a small wave, hoping to come off as humbly as possible.

This only seemed to make things worse. Some of the younger looking humans whispered to other similar aged ones standing beside them, while the older adults crossed their arms in an angered notion. Taking a step back in acknowledgement, Bumblebee released a nervous chuckle and twiddled his thumb digits awkwardly. How was he going to gain the trust of humans, who obviously weren't comfortable with him, if he couldn't even prove to his teammates that he'd never abandon them?

Bumblebee sighed and turned away. He realized that the humans didn't want anything to do with him. For now he just wanted to prevent causing any trouble and walked to the nearest rubble-inhabited corner, shaking off the glares of a few humans that he passed by. He placed a servo on a sturdier part of the wall and leaned against while kneeling down to ground level and gently flipped over- his backside now pressed against the wall. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad time to take some time to recharge. It's not like Bumblebee knew when Bulkhead would return.

CRUNCH! Bumblebee nearly leaped up onto his stabilizing servos in surprise when he felt an electrical shock surge up from his lower half. It wasn't enough to even faze him, but he still didn't like it. Lifting himself up, Bumblebee found small pieces of crushed metal and blitzing circuitry on the spot below him. Unsure of what exactly the thing was,Bumblebee pinched at it and lifted it to his face plate for a closer examination.

"Oh no!! My spy-bot!"

Looking down, Bumblebee saw a female human staring up at him- more at whatever it was that he was holding in dismay. She had light blue visual optics, or as Sari called theme, eyes. The younger humans obviously taller and more developed- indicating that she was older than Sari had been? But she was definitely a paler and lighter tone and she imprinted with strange brown speckles on her frowning face- for some odd reason. Perhaps it was some sort of identifying method?

"It took months to build that prototype...Aw man..."

Gasping, Bumblebee realized that he unintentionally crushed the girl's work. He quickly held it down to her motioned apologetically.

"I'm sorry! I didn't see it!"

"Don't be," she murmured sadly as she brought the bits of metal and circuits to her chest and allowed herself to fall back against some rubble. Her bulgy over-shirt almost similar colored as her protein strands, folded in a few creases as she sat back. "I guess I should be more careful where I leave my projects. But I really wasn't expecting a giant robot to sit on it though...Hope..." She gave a small smile and looked up to Bumblebee.

"Huh?" Bumblebee asked, his optics staring down at the girl in befuddlement.

"My name's Hope," she explained as she poked a small portion metal in her hand. Curiously, she glanced back to Bumblebee after a few moments. "What's yours?"

Yeah I know...boring. Well it is. Boring, but important I suppose. This will be one of the very few- with a large emphasis on few, OC's that will be introduced. You know what you should do to accept Hope, listen to Tara Strong as Rikku from Final Fantasy 10 or 10 Pt. 2. Ironic? Yes. Cliché? Very much. Why you ask? Because Tara does Sari's voice. But that's the closest voice I can think of that sounds like it could be a Hope to me.

And yes turtlegirl. I have watched that video. I must say that it's one of the things that inspired me. I'm quite a fan of Yoraee myself. If you haven't heard of Yoraee on youtube, I highly recommend doing that- for she exceeds in making highly defined music videos.

Edit: Thanks again RWG! Hopefully you'll be right about that! XD