Once again sorry for the slow updates, I will try and update at least every month or so. School work however does take the majority of my time up, limiting the amount of hours I can write.

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In the Wake Of Tomorrow

Understanding Who You Are

By Steph

"If you wake up in a different time, in a different place, could you wake up a different person?"

Time is relative, according to Einstein. Yet the perceptions of matter, time and space has eluded the minds of scientists for generations, energy is conserved and can nether be created or destroyed. These are just some of many theories that have lived on in the human mind ever since the age of science first evolved. Cybertroian science in comparison could be called more advanced or was it, they just simply had a better understanding of the concepts of life as a whole? Even Cybertroian science however could not comprehend the nature of the soul or what it was that defined a person's essences. Their very life force that made them who they were, to that just like the humans had since their birth, Cybertron's people looked to religion and philosophy to try and unravel the inner meanings behind life itself…

Blurry shapes seemed to begin to fizzled out slowly like looking through a hazy fog, strings of numbers and letters appeared on a once blank screen blipping in and out of existence. Codings of programmes slowly began to warm up before a pair of bright blue optics drifted opened, they flickered around, the electronically controlled sensors within them focusing randomly around the room, assessing the nearby surroundings. To the left a figure moved taking one step forward, almost immediately defence protocols came online one by one causing the once still protoform to leap off the metal berth.

"Easy Bumblebee, it's just me." a gruff voice rumbled.

Hesitantly Bumblebee shifted out of his feral position against the back wall of the medical bay. Cautiously Bumblebee took one step forward, the newly online protoform wobbled, swaying a little from side to side prompting a frustrated sigh to echo out from Bumblebee's vocalizer. Ratchet watched with approval in his optics as watched Bumblebee finally find his feet, the newly online mech confidently made his way back to the metal berth where he'd previously leapt from.

"All right Bumblebee, I'm just going to run some system checks and then I will allow you to see Sam." Bumblebee merely nodded as Ratchet began scanning and calibrating some of his programming nodes, quite abruptly Ratchet flinched and did a sort of double take, his blue optics widening with surprise. Bumblebee 's metal head snapped up at the medics quirky scanning.

"What is it?" Bumblebee questioned watching Ratchet re run the same scan a further time,

"No… surely not." Ratchet trailed off and rechecked, the medic's optics flashed from Bumblebee to his scanners several times.

"By Primus, it is." Bumblebee by now was getting excessively inpatient, all he currently cared about was seeing Sam, he had gone for over a vorn without his charge and now the guardian's patience was running thin.

"Ratchet!" Bumblebee snapped, in response the neon autobot stopping the constant scanning, finally giving Bumblebee his full attention.

"What the slag are you gibbering about?" Ratchet narrowed his optics at the young mech's quipped tone, he pointed one finger towards Bumblebee's chest accusingly.

"Don't talk to me in that tone soldier! I needed to make sure before I told you, and you interrupting is not helping me in the slights, as to the answer to your foul worded question. You have an inactivate bond node in your primary coded programming."

Bumblebee's optics widened, a bond node? But how? Bonds like that were only formed if the correct protocol was activated, usually through interfacing, or sharing essences with another Cybertroian, he had never done that before… Ratchet watched Bumblebee's reaction, the medic was surprised, he was rather expecting another outburst, but the young mech seemed to be taking it rather well.

"Do you know how it got there?" Bumblebee asked in a low voice, Ratchet turned to stare at one of the monitoring screens before answering in a quiet voice.

"I have a theory."

Bumblebee cocked his head to one side in slight confusion, the hesitation in Ratchet's voice was enough to send his spark pulsing wildly in apprehension.

"Whatever it is I can take it Ratch" Bumblebee's voice wavered softly, it seemed to convince Ratchet as the neon medic turned his head to gaze at Bumblebee, carefully Ratchet placed one hand on one of Bumblebee's shoulders. His soft blue optics boring calmly into the younger mech's as if trying to assure himself of the fact.

"I believe that in your final moments, one or more of your guardian protocols must have come online, forming a sort of bond essence between you and Sam." Ratchet trailed off to asses Bumblebee's reaction, the young mech shook slightly under Ratchet's gentle hold and moved his metal head from side to side in disbelief.

"That's impossible." Bumblebee's voice crackled with static. "Sam was human, we cannot bond to organic life forms, you know that Ratchet"

Ratchet shook his head and shook on Bumblebee shoulder slightly, prompting the mech's metal frame to shake with the motion.

"Think about it Bumblebee, Sam has carried the matrix, has held the Allspark, he was present when it was destroyed. Pit, the boy killed Megatron, and spoke to the dynasty of the Primes, it is entirely plausible that he is able to share a link with you."

Bumblebee stared wide eyed at Ratchet as the realization finally dawned, for the first time Bumblebee ran a diagnostic on his own systems, he flinched, there it was. Small and closed off but still, it was there as plainly as the spark that pulsed within his chest, the bond node was a part of him now, there was no changing that. Ratchet let go of Bumblebee's metal shoulder and turned away once more calibrating some of Teletran one's controls.

"Bumblebee, do you know why you were appointed Sam's guardian?" The question shocked Bumblebee from out of his stupor, the young mech's head snapped up catching the optics of Ratchet, quickly Bumblebee wordlessly shook his head.

"Optimus chose you under my recommendation, your primary programming is essentially a protective mechanism. You unlike other mech's have an usually large amount of Guardian programming and protocols, to protect is hardwired into you Bee. It's the biggest part of you, have you ever wondered why you were one of the Allspark Guardians? Guardianship is what you do best Bumblebee."

"Not only that you have a natural empathy with others" Ratchet added with a kind smile. Bumblebee silently placed one hand on his spark casing before wordlessly staring up at Ratchet.

"So primarily I am a guardian, which explains why I could not leave Sam behind on earth." Bumblebee trailed off, his bright blue optics shimmered with emotion in the low light. Ratchet remained silent, gently the neon medic walked forward and once more placed a hand gently on the mech's shoulder. Bumblebee gazed up at Ratchet, his optics wide with sorrow.

"Primus Ratch, I heard him call out to me, just as I was about to get on the Ark, I felt Sam, right in the pit of my spark. I could feel his fear, sorrow, his pain. I knew right then I could not just leave him to die like that. I couldn't protect him Ratchet, and now he doesn't even know who I am…"

Bumblebee's vocalizer broke off with a burst of static, Ratchet smoothed his hand down one side of Bumblebee's neck, a motion that soothed him once as a sparkling, it seemed to work as Bumblebee's bodily convulsions seem to slow.

"Bumblebee by staying behind, in your last moments. I believe your guardian protocols came online and formed a bond essences with Sam in desperation to save your charge from any further pain and trauma. You have nothing to be ashamed off, you did your duty and beyond, you truly are the guardian of Sam Witwicky." Rarely did Ratchet use the affectionate tone but Bumblebee was a bit of an exception.

"Thank you Ratchet." Bumblebee murmured softly, Ratchet nodded and proceeded to step away, with a smile the medic paced over towards the door.

"Now pull yourself together youngling. Optimus is outside with Sam now." Bumblebee closed his optics for a second before standing and nodding his head, Ratchet smiled and pushed the button to activate the medical bay override lock.

The door creaked open, revealing the familiar sight of Optimus Prime. The leaders optics blinked warmly as he strode into the med bay, a small form was tucked protectively close to the blue mech spark, hidden behind Optimus's other palm. The huge mech clicked calmly in Cybertroian, hushing the almost in auditable whirring noises, before glancing over to where Bumblebee currently stood with a warm smile clearly alit upon his face plating. Bumblebee's spark throbbed in it's chamber at the sight of Sam just a mere meter away, in a pained way he resisted the impulse to snatch Sam from his leaders arms. Instead he returned the friendly gesture and greeted Optimus with a salute.

"It's good to have you back Bumblebee, we never thought Primus would bless us with reunion in this life."

Bumblebee openly smiled at the warming gesture, he nodded his head in acknowledgement, placing his arm back down at his side.

"It's good to be back sir," Bumblebee murmured quietly. Bumblebee's optics flickered when he saw Sam sit up on Optimus's palm. Innocent bright green optics caught Bumblebee's, time seem to stand still and for this one blissful moment, it was just the two of them.

Sam, he's alive…

Another voice that was not his own, echoed throughout the contours of his mind, a feeling of happiness flooded Bumblebee in a wave of warmth and love. Golden light pulsed around him, the entity overwhelmed him.

Bee?

As soon as the feeling came, it was gone, and he was alone again. Ratchet was seemingly obvious to Bumblebee's zone out as he addressed Optimus on the current situation.

"Sir, you have received my report on the current situation?"

Optimus nodded in response, before his deep voice echoed out throughout the room,

"You know what is to be done?" Ratchet sighed and for a heavy moment said nothing but merely held out his palms towards Optimus, Bumblebee watched as his charge was exchanged between the two mech's

What was going on?

Why wouldn't they let him have Sam yet?

He was still his guardian…

Guardian..

Guardian…

Sam!

Bumblebee heaved in his self control trying to keep himself rooted to the spot, his spark clenched and burned hotter in his spark chamber for every second he was made to wait, cautiously Bumblebee took a step forward towards Ratchet. Optimus stopped speaking and locked his optics with Bumblebee, the young mech stopped in his tracks immediately, recognising the unspoken command.

"Bumblebee." Optimus softly said. "I know this is hard for you, but first you need to understand, Sam does not remember anything of his past. I do not want to put your hopes up with misleading facts, Sam does not recognize me, Ratchet, Ironhide or any of the others"

Bumblebee hung his head and nodded. The young bot shifted his feet before turning his gaze up to the sparkling still sitting quietly in Ratchet's open palm, Ratchet looked to Optimus who silently nodded, Ratchet paced over to Bumblebee. Bumblebee's optics went wide but quickly he outstretched both metal palms, Ratchet carefully placed Sam upon the young mech's open palm.

Sam immediately looked up towards Bumblebee with bright green optics and began to click furiously. Demanding to be held closer, Bumblebee smiled and for the first time felt whole as he tucked Sam up against his metal chest, near his spark, Sam whistled and clicked happily. Optimus watched with a warm expression as Bumblebee stroked down one digit down the side of Sam's body, Sam purred and clicked, whirring softly in his chest in contentment.

"He settled down quickly."

Ratchet nodded and glanced at Optimus, "Yes, I wonder, it seems Sam does recognizes something of Bumblebee, judging by how quickly he took to him. Sparklings are never usually that trusting."

Optimus smiled tenderly towards the pair, things were beginning to look up.

"Let's leave them be." Optimus rumbled softly, Ratchet sighed but followed Optimus towards the door but not without s stern warning.

"Bumblebee, make sure that sparkling gets some recharge." he warned before disappearing through the door, leaving Bumblebee and Sam alone.

Bumblebee smiled tenderly at his small charge, the small sparkling whistled happily. Bumblebee echoed back in a series of small clicks, before rumbling softly in his chest. The vibrations rippled through the mech's chest in a gentle, soothing hum, Sam's optics soon began to droop quietly at the gentle sound. His clicking quietened and before long, the little sparklings optics drifted shut and Sam succumbed to recharge. Bumblebee smoothed the side of Sam's head in a sweeping motion.

Treading carefully Bumblebee made his way over to the recharge berth in the far corner of the room, settling down upon it, Bumblebee gently placed Sam upon his chest before placing one hand over him to keep him warm. The bond node activated and opened like a floodgate and the two sparks pulsed soothingly together. Reconciliation filling the bond as Bumblebee sent floods of warmth and love, feeling them echoed back….

"Bee?" the voice filled his mind again as a current arose around him, warm and safe, a golden tunnel pulsing with light.

"Sam?" he echoed back.

"You found me." The voice said, the golden light pulsed around him, echoing back suppressed emotion, Bee felt it run through the bond into his very being.

"I never stopped looking." Happiness and gratitude swelled up in Bumblebee's spark, feeling Sam's essences within him, so alive.

"I'm glad your back Sam" Bumblebee said out loud, softly, Sam shifted on his chest, his green optics slowly opened and gazed back into the blue depths of Bumblebee's.

"It's because of you I am." Sam's voice echoed back. Bumblebee sent waves of happiness down the bond, hugging Sam closer to his spark.

As, in the wake of everything that had happened, they were together now, and that was all that mattered.