NOTE: This chapter might be confusing, but this is one of the important chapters in the story, it's also the saddest chapter I did, don't read if your easily effected. One part is from an episode called 'Autobot Camp' were some things can be explained if your confused. And again, this takes place in transformers animated and I do not own the characters, Hasbro does, except Blackbird, he's mine.

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"Uhhh…huh, where am I?" Bumblebee woke up to... wherever he was. Everywhere he looked, there was no floor, no walls, nothing, and everything was just a purplish black. This was something that Bumblebee hated. "BULKHEAD, SARI, PROWL, RATCHET, OPTIMUS, ANYONE?!" Bumblebee cried out, for once he was scared. After what felt like forever, but actually a few breems, Bumblebee gave up; no one was going to save him. 'How did I get here?' Then it came to him. He was trying to save Optimus from the spider bot then…what? Everything was a blur to him now, he was lost, scared, and will maybe even be forgotten.

'Is this the well of all sparks?' he thought as he looked at his surrounding. Then, it came to him. 'This isn't right'. From what he learned about the well of all sparks was that it was suppose to have the sparks of past Autobots and Decepticons, almost like what the humans call 'spirits'. But there was no sparks around him. Not a single one was found.

He was alone.

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Three earth days had gone by and still Bumblebee was asleep. Most of the scars were healed, but his body needed more time. Sari wasn't allowed to use her key until Bumblebee was strong enough so everyone just had to wait. Everyone was depressed on what happened to him. Bulkhead stopped sculpting and refused to drink oil, Sari would lie down on the couch without getting up, and even Prowl and Ratchet were affected by Bumblebee's situation. Prowl would sit in front of the window watching every movement of Ratchet, and Ratchet wouldn't leave until he had to get another tool or recharge. Everyone was depressed, but no one was like Optimus.

Optimus reused to do anything, but sit next to Bumblebee and watch to see any movements. Ratchet would bring in oil when he needed a different tool but Optimus wouldn't have a drop. Every now and then he would take battle worn hands and place it around on the small hand, feeling the spark gaining strength again.

More days passed and still nothing. Optimus was getting worried that it would take this long to heal. Never once had he taken his optics off Bumblebee.

"Don't worry kid". Ratchet's voice said to the tired leader.

"Bumblebee will live, he just needs time and you need to recharged."

Optimus nodded in agreement. "I know, but I can't leave him"

Optimus could feel a hand being placed on his shoulder, still his optics never leaving the yellow bot.

"I know" The medic then left for recharge, but not before saying one last thing to the kid. "Even leader's need their recharge. You don't have to leave him."

Hours passed and Optimus admitted that he was tired. Ratchet's words wouldn't leave him alone as he thought of the last sentence. "I'll never leave him" Optimus laid down on his chair with a hand supporting his head and just before taking one last look at Bumblebee.

"Never again"

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Bumblebee was bored. He didn't know where he was, he didn't know what happened, he didn't know how long has he been here, heck he didn't know what to do. It felt like stellar cycles. To pass the time, Bumblebee would hug his knees; lay his head down an fall into recharge. He had what the humans called 'memories' about Sari, himself in Autobot camp with Bulkhead and Wasp, himself growing up, and…what else.

He couldn't remember what happened when he was a sparkling, but he did remember who was his creator. He grew up with someone called Blackbird, a great warrior in battles who named him after another great warrior who fought with the first Optimus Prime. Blackbird was a famous warrior because he was a flyer which isn't common for some Autobots and he truly was powerful, he even made it to the Elite Guard. Bumblebee cried oily tears in recharge as he thought of his silver and black creator.

He remembered that day so well…

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"Blackbird, Blackbird, where are you?" A yellow youngling looked around for his black and silver creator, he was alone in the New Iacon Park. Suddenly, something caught him from behind and fingers started tickling in his wires under his armor. The little one giggled excitedly. "Blackbird…Stop!! Tickles!!"

"What was that?" The black and silver mech said as he looked around playfully, carefully rubbing his fingers on Bumblebee. "I could have sworn I heard a voice".

"Me Blackbird!"

"Who?"

"Me!"

"Me? I don't know anyone named me."

"Me Blackbird! Me, Bee!"

"Oh I know it's you little Bee."

Blackbird let out a small laugh and gave the small youngling a big hug, feeling the small rapid beat of his spark. "Where you go?" ask Bumblebee in an innocence tone. "I had to work on something, was my Little Bee scared?" The yellow bot looked down as if shamed "You left me, I hate being alone".

"I know little one". If there was anything he hated, it was seeing Bumblebee unhappy.

"Blackbird I'm hungry, can we have rust sticks"

Rust sticks were his favorite treats. Basically it was a stick made of a metal that was soft enough to bite and was dipped in sweet oil and grease that would harden but still be soft enough to eat, and is the perfect snack for Bumblebee "Sure."

The little one was happy the rest of the walk, safely rested in the hands of his creator. The black and silver mech bought two rust sticks and gave one to Bumblebee, who happily ate while Blackbird ate his too while sitting on a bench. After having his favorite treat, Bumblebee laid his head on Blackbird's shoulder and fell into recharge. Blackbird gently rubbed his helm when in recharge and smiled softly; he loved everything about Bumblebee and hope that it wouldn't end. He was wrong.

"Awww…How disgustingly sweet"

The voice was deep, smooth and had a slight accent sounded very close, and it enough to wake Bumblebee. Blackbird looked everywhere but couldn't see whom the voice belonged to. Bumblebee was scared, hiding his face in his creator's chest. Blackbird could feel the younglings whimpering and couldn't take this anymore and yelled. "SHOW YOURSELF, CAN'T YOU SEE YOU SCARING A KID!" The voice then came back again. "You Autobots are so pathetic".

Without warning, a cannon was shot from nowhere and almost hit them. Blackbird held on to the shaken youngling even more tightly as the figure revealed himself. It was a mech that was older than Blackbird, but it was more muscular, it was silver but some parts were rusted and on it left shoulder was a Decepticon insignia.

"Who are you?"

The Decepticon had a smirk on his face as he lifted a canon on his right arm. "An Assassin sent to destroy you, Autobot Blackbird." His canon begun to glow and this got Bumblebee frighten as it was facing him. "NO!!' Blackbird's back turned as the canon fired. A roar of pain echoed around them as the Black mech fell to his knees still clutching the screaming infant every so tightly. Bumblebee eyes widen as smoke came from his creators back and a pool of energon laid under them.

"Well since your hands are full I'll just take it", the Assassin said with a hand reaching out to Bumblebee. This made Bumblebee terrified, screaming his vocal processors out.

"BLACKBIRD HELP!!"

"No!!"

With little strength he had left, Blackbird's arm transformed into a cannon with the other holding Bumblebee and fired at the assassin. The assassin was pulled back from the force from the blast and when the cannon shut down, a hole was cut through his spark chamber. A loud crash was heard as the assassin fell to the ground, his face fell first. Blackbird moved the body to see it's optics, and thank Primus that it's light was out. The black and silver mech groaned in pain as he fell to the ground and releasing Bumblebee. "Blackbird, what's wrong?" Bumblebee asked with concern, he didn't know much yet but he knew something was wrong. Blackbird didn't answer, terrified Bumblebee called for help. Luckily, Autobots and police officers came as soon as they heard screaming and the blasts.

"What's going on, what happened?"

"Oh Primus, it's a Decepticon!"

"Someone call a medic!"

Bumblebee ignored them as he was focused on his creator, oil tears falling down his face and small hand tried to move the black helm. "Blackbird?" A silver hand lifted and caught a bead of Bumblebee's tears. "Shhh…It will be alright little Bee."

"Blackbird, don't go, don't leave me, I don't want to be alone!" The black and silver mech smiled at him. "I won't ever leave you, you know that, just remember that I love you, little Bee."

The hand then became still along with his body, his optics were no longer blue.

"Blackbird, BLACKBIRD NO, WAKE UP PLEASE, IT'S ME BEE, PLEASE WAKE UP, BLACKBIRD!!" Bumblebee cried frantically. His tiny hands tried to lift up his creators head but the weight was too heavy. Soon the young bot gave up and rested his head on his creator, crying uncontrollably.

An officer then knelt down and picked up the crying infant. "I'm sorry son, he's gone." This was too much for him, his eyes full of tears as he sobbed into the officer's chest.

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After Blackbird was killed, Bumblebee was taken to the Autobot Academy, where he would train to be an Elite Guard. He thought of his creator would be proud of him when Wasp was arrested and that he would make it to the Elite Guard after all, but after he took the blame for Bulkhead when the building fell on Sentinel, both were now repair bots and were taken to met the other repair crew, that's when he met Optimus and the others for the first time. Still, thinking back now, when meeting Optimus he felt like he knew him but that was impossible, he couldn't have. And they way he acted was different after meeting Bulkhead, like he was nervous. When working on a spacebridge, he couldn't stop thinking about the silver and black mech.

'Blackbird'.

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Bumblebee woke up from the memory and sobbed like a sparkling, but didn't care. It hurt so much; the one person he loved so much was gone, at a very young age. Bumblebee continued to cry, but never noticed a light coming until the light lit the dark void. Looking up, Bumblebee stopped crying as he thought he heard voices. He looked harder in the light and saw figures and decided to take a look.

I know this is sad but in my fics it happened. And yes I made Bumblebee cute, and if your wondering his age, he was a four year old. Later on in the story you'll see why Bumblebee hates to be alone and please don't hate me, I cried myself when Blackbird was killed.