NOTES: The chapter you've all been waiting for, enjoy. I do not own transformers, except Blackbird. Sorry for the wait, hopefully I'll catch up on things.

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The yellow youngling was back in his room with his arms crossed under his head and laid down on his berth. Bumblebee woke up later after everyone and remembered the feeling he felt and the new vision last night. It was…different then the last ones. He wasn't freaking out what was going on and he actually enjoyed it, even though he still didn't know what was going on. He remembered what 'she' looked liked, but the other mechs were still a blur so far. She was very beautiful, both black and yellow armor, light blue plating and had the same shade of baby blue optics like him. Not all optics are the same shade but he could tell that they had the same shade of baby blue.

'Who is she, and the other mechs?'

Bumblebee's hands moved towards his secret compartment hidden in his berth and pulled out a yellow and white blanket. It was large enough to warp Sari around and still had it's comfortable warmth every time he pulled it out. He secretly hid it for as long as he could remember. He had when Blackbird was killed, he had it in boot camp and made sure no one would find it and make fun of him. He had it when he worked on a spacebridge. Heck he even had it near his spark chamber when he crashed on earth. Even right now it was still special to him. It reminded him of Blackbird, even after he died it felt like he never left.

He gently stroked his blanket for a long time feeling how soft it always was. His hand holding the blanket trailed up to his face and nudged it repeatedly against his cheek. After all these stellar cycles it was still just a soft as before and just as warm as ever. It didn't even age that much, it was slightly paler and had a few tiny smudges here and there. He didn't care at all, he just cared that it was still and is with him.

Bumblebee heard knocking and sat upright and quickly hid his blanket in his chest compartment, whoever it was he didn't want them to see it. "Bumblebee, you in here?"

Bumblebee quickly made sure that his blanket wasn't showing and casually walked to the door and opened it to his big green friend.

"Sorry, but Ratchet wanted to see you." Bulkhead said.

A simple sure and Bumblebee followed his big green friend to the med bay. He might have been allowed to leave the med bay, but Ratchet wanted to make sure he was functioning properly after the loss of energon.

Already halfway to the med bay, Bulkhead left to another room leaving Bumblebee alone in the hallways. Ratchet was already in the med bay waiting for him.

"Just another scan kid, it won't hurt a bit."

Bumblebee didn't say anything and sat down on the berth. The medic grabbed his left arm and removed parts of his armor, soon his protoform was showing. His protoform was really different comparing to his bright yellow armor, underneath all that armor was a skeleton version of a transformer. Thin metal rods were covered by different sets of wires and tubing, and the human version of muscles; thin silver-plating covering half the body. After a few minutes of Ratchet scanning his arm, Bumblebee broke the silence between them.

"Hey Ratchet?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you know Blackbird?" The medic didn't stop scanning but managed to smile at the youngling.

"Actually I did know him. Blackbird would be in the med bay and would try to get back to the battlefield no matter how much he was wounded. He was a hero though, he saved a group of Autobots that was tortured and almost put off line by Megatron himself. We were good friends though, but we didn't get to see each other after the war though."

Ratchet then stopped and looked at the yellow youngling, who let out a soft sigh and continued scanning. "You miss him do you?" Bumblebee only nodded sadly and slouched his back a little. "He was the only one who cared for me, and I was there when he was attacked. I didn't know what happen then, I just knew that he was gone."

"What happened after he was-" the medic didn't finish his sentence but he was curious what happened after Blackbird was killed. "Sorry."

"It's alright. The officers sent me to Autobot camp and I was cared by the troops. When I was older, I was allowed to train there. No one adopted me and it wasn't a home for me, I was homeless until I started training."

Ratchet didn't say anything after this. The youngling has been thought tough times, watching Blackbird being killed, homeless for half of his life and no one adopted him after.

Soon Ratchet was done and Bumblebee was free to leave. Ratchet started to clean his tools when Bumblebee made it to the door. Remembering his old friend again was bringing back memories for the medic. Before the youngling made it to the door, he stopped and asked one question to the medic. "Ratchet, did Blackbird know Optimus?"

Ratchet stopped cleaning and froze. How did the youngling know about that? Ratchet didn't know he was silent for nanoclicks until he felt a nudge on his shoulder. "Ratchet, did Blackbird know Optimus?" he asked again.

"Um… I need to fix something, not know," the medic said quickly and turned away from the youngling. "What, but-"

"I said I'm busy!" Ratchet spat out and walked away from Bumblebee. The youngling gave him an annoyed look before storming off. He just asked if his creator knew Optimus, what was so bad about that?

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It was late in the afternoon when the youngling was alone in the base when Prowl, Bulkhead, Ratchet and Sari were on patrol in downtown Detroit. Bumblebee was on the couch again watching T.V. and sky blue optics watched the youngling from the door. Ratchet told him what Bumblebee asked him and he felt nervous again. He needed to tell Bumblebee now, but what would his reaction be to him? He made up his mind when the T.V. was turned off and the youngling sat alone on the couch.

"Bumblebee?"

"Hey Optimus."

Optimus made his way to the couch and sat down next to the youngling. He took in a breath of air and realized that this was the last chance he had to tell him, he didn't care anymore, he deserves to know.

"Bumblebee, we…need to talk."

Bumblebee noticed that Prime was serious about this. What was so important about him and Blackbird that no one's telling him?

"Ratchet tells me that you were talking about Blackbird, were you?" Optimus asked.

"Yay, I was. I asked him if he knew him and I asked him if Blackbird-" the youngling stopped before he could finish, he didn't want to tell it to Prime now.

"If Blackbird what?" the red mech asked eagerly. Bumblebee saw the expression on his leaders face and decided it was now or never. "If Blackbird knew you."

Bumblebee saw Optimus face fell before slightly nodding. "Yes, we did know each other well."

The youngling's features seem to brighten a bit, he was right but why keep it a secret from him?

It was now or never, he had to tell him now. "Blackbird was my friend and Blackbird kept his promise to take good care of you." Bumblebee was confused at this now, what did he mean by that? Optimus saw the confusing look on the youngling and cast a serious yet sad look on him before taking in a breath of air.

"Bumblebee, Blackbird… wasn't you're real creator."

Bumblebee didn't want to believe this, but Optimus face said it all. Baby blue optics started to widen and the youngling felt himself chocking at his own words until he managed to say one word, barely a word but a whisper.

"What?"

"You're real creators… one of them was left on an organic planet by accident and was thought to be offline. When you're other creator returned to Cybertron, Ultra Magnus believed that he couldn't take care of you because he left his Bondmate and that he was too young to care for a sparkling. He didn't like it but he soon agreed to. Blackbird volunteered to take you because he was trusted enough to take care of you."

Bumblebee fell silent from what Optimus was telling him. Blackbird was never his creator. It sort of makes sense now, he was a flier and that he was older then he looked. His vision before was that what he wanted to tell him? That he wasn't his real creator after all? The yellow youngling looked back at Optimus who had his optics on the floor.

"Who… who are my creators?"

"A femme named Elita-1 and her Bondmate… her Bondmate is me. We're your real creators."

There was a long silence in the room after what Prime said. Bumblebee face fell and felt his insides stop moving. Optimus Prime, his leader was his creator and a femme named Elita-1. Finally after what seemed like nanoclicks, Bumblebee felt his face heat up and his hands closing into a tight fist. "You can't be my creator or this Elita, my creators were Blackbird and his Bondmate who died after I was born!"

"Bumblebee, it's true. Elita-1 and I are your creators."

"Well then, where is she? Where is my mother?" Bumblebee bellowed. Optimus face fell but shook his head no. "Elita… Elita is still alive but… she's not herself."

"What do you mean she's not herself!? If she's still alive why can't I see her!?" Bumblebee never felt this angry before in front of Optimus, he didn't care though. The red and blue mech held his hands up and sadly shook his head no. "It's not important now."

"NOT IMPORTANT NOW!?" the youngling exploded. "Not important that Blackbird is dead? Not important that you are my creator and your Bondmate Elita-1? Not important my creator gave me up to someone who loved me until he died?"

"Bumblebee listen-"

"You lied to me, you lied to me since I was a sparkling!!" Bumblebee yelled at Optimus. "If you never would have given me up, Blackbird would still be alive and I wouldn't have been homeless!" Bumblebee made a run to the door but Optimus grabbed his wrist before he did. "Bumblebee, I couldn't keep you. I never wanted-"

"I don't want to hear it. I HATE YOU!!" The youngling bellowed. Primes optics widen in utter shock. "Bumblebee I-"

"I HATE YOU!!" Bumblebee screamed at him and yanked his arm free and ran to the door. Optimus started to run after him but the youngling already transformed and drove off. Optimus's vision began to get blurry and tears falling down his face. His optics found a white cloth on the floor and picked it up in utter shock. How could he forget it, he remembered it when he held a sparkling he loved so much all bundled up in it when recharging. The red and blue mech clutched the cloth tight in his hands and held it close again to his spark chamber, tears flooding his optics. He cried for stellar cycles, but only once he cried like this.

"I'm sorry Bumblebee. I'm so sorry."

What do you think will happen now? Wow this was the longest chapter I did so far, hopefully it won't be long for the next chapter. Leave no bad comments, I finished this after midnight and I don't want anyone saying anything bad about this chapter.