Ok! This is the final chapter of Splitting Up!! Yay! I guess...OK! This is gonna be short though.

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Bumblebee had locked himself inside his quarters, not knowing what to do with himself. It was three days since Sam had moved on. They had gone on being friends, even through Mikaela's wrath. Optimus had told the yellow Autobot that Mikaela had commited suicide a week after Sam had left her. That was the last time he had heard any voice. Bumbleee had been playing around with his hologram settings, changing the form from a yellow and black haired sixteen year old with a yellow and black jacket and black pants, to an older teen, around nineteen, with black hair swooped to one side, and dressed in all black. The term he had learned when he was in high school was...elmo?...emo...short for emotional. Then, when he looked in the mirror he had when he had stayed with Bee, Bee stumbled backwards, startled, and he had found the autobot charm he and ... had from that Christmas. The hologram fizzed and Bumblebee took it, optics leaking.

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Ratchet, Optimus, Jazz, and Ironhide sat together in the Rec Room. They weren't doing anything. Just staring at one another. No one had spoke since Bumblebee had confined himself inside his room. Jazz silently shook his head and got up. None of the Autobots had even noticed, until they heard transforming and wheels squealing down the hallway. Ratchet soon foolwed suit, followed by Optimus and Ironhide.

"Poor kid. He's takin' it mighty hard." Ironhide said, hoping to get a response out of his leader.

"Bumblebee is a tough little Autobot. He doesn't get worked up about just anything. When he's this upset about something, it's serious."

"His best friend died, Prime." Ironhide had a surprising level of sympathy in his voice. "I would think he would be worked up over it."

"Hmm." Then silence followed until they saw Jazz trying to coax Bumblebee out of his room.

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"Hey, BB. Um...You wana...um...go for a drive? Maybe we could go down the Strip...And um...see stuff." Jazz fumbled to the door.

"Uhhhnnnnn..." Was his response.

"Um...We could freak out the city people... You know stomp around like Godzilla? Hey! We could go watch Godzilla! How's that?"

"I miss..." Bee couldn't bring himself to say it.

Jazz leaned against the door, feeling sorry for his yellow friend, but also just really tired of the ball baby act. Jazz opened the door, which wasn't ever locked...huh... But Jazz was stoped dead when he saw what he saw. Bumblebee holding a gun to his head.

"Jazz...Prime...Ratchet...Ironhide...I'm sorry." He pulled the trigger, leaving his friends behind.

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END.

So umm...yea ; How was that? First multi chapter fic done! I'm happy. I still have to perfect endings though. ;;; But i'll leave the verdict to you guys. JUST R&R PLEEZ!!