I OWN NOTHING

Its short cause its like 2 in the morning and I couldn't sleep so I figured I'd make the next chapter a sort little insight chapter :3 hope you all enjoy

Key: this little symbol '~' means its a different alternate future/possibility

Chapter 4

The Prime could see Bumblebee standing before him, his pain wasn't visible but the Prime could feel it. It was the kind of pain that made one sick with grief.

~Then the image of the small bot fell away leaving four spark like orbs. Three of the spark sat in a triangular shape all connecting by double strands on top of the three and connected to them was a paler spark. His confusion didn't last when the image changed again. There on a medical berth sat a crying Bumblebee, Ratchet beside him looking lost. The image changed again but this time there was no Bumblebee it was Prowl and Jazz he saw them as his SIC and TIC before their transformation. He watched as they shrank before his optics but the feelings he felt roll off them was not that of a sparkling. Their lust and greed, their need of food and selfish desires; everything a sparkling had only stronger more intense.

Then the voice of Primus himself spoke to Prime as he saw all four of his mechs appear before him as Prime himself remembered them, happy, carefree, and stressed with a self induced work load in Prowls case. "Prime, you realize a choice must be made, right? It is for the better, but no matter what is decided it will leave pain that will need healing." The mechs voice echoed in the suddenly very large and very dark atmosphere.

Optimus was appalled by what he saw happen while the voice spoke to him. He wanted the images to stop and for the first time he hated the matrix within, and hated himself for the feeling of helplessness only grew.

~Before him stood Jazz and Prowl holding Bumblebee with all the love and affection they could; in his arms sat a small white yellow and black horned sparkling, the sparkling held no resemblance to any grown mech currently on the Ark, but his resemblance lied in part with the three that seemed to cradle him with all their love; his creators.

~First Jazz and Prowl faded from the picture leaving a sad smile of the beetles face as he held the sparkling by himself. The beetle would live with the pain of loosing his mates but he would survive for the sparkling. Small fleeting images of Bumblebee struggling fruitlessly, trying to raise the sparkling by himself flitted across before the Prime. Bumblebee refusing help from others when they tried to assist him and becoming over protective of the small being he loved more than anything. The mini bot denied several suitors that tried to gain his affection…disturbingly enough to the Prime Sunstreaker was the most reoccurring suitor wishing for Bumblebees affection. Then the sparkling was older and Bumblebee was smiling with love as the white yellow and black horned mech held a bleeding wounded beetle. The shot having come from the others own rifle and red optics came online with a sad almost loving smile. The sparkling himself had killed his own creator. It was obvious the two mechs had battled judging from the damage done to both their armor, yet it would appear that Bumblebee just couldn't kill what he loved so much and just couldn't kill what remained of his mates.

~Then Bumblebee and the adult mech faded away and there stood two happy smiling mechs as Jazz and Prowl tried to teach the sparkling to walk from one to the other. The smiles and care they had it almost seemed like Bumblebee had never even been one of their mates. They had moved on and for a moment the Prime felt a small bubble of rage inside. How could Prowl and Jazz come so well off with each other and yet before Bumblebee had to be alone? Any time someone had made a move on the beetle he had turned it down feeling like he was betraying Prowl and Jazz. Yet here both were laughing, smiling, and in the background was a laughing happy Wheeljack. It was obvious all three were bond mates and trying to raise the sparkling. The images sped up as it showed both Prowl and Jazz taking the offered help, raising the sparkling in all the different times he had gotten a virus, or was hurt. Yet Prime still remembered the sad lonely yellow beetle in his meta.

~Then again a new foresight was brought up. Bumblebee had lost his carried sparkling, and Prowl and Jazz had returned to their grown forms. The two larger bots had tried to console their hurting mini bot but nothing worked and inevitable the image of all three standing back to back and walking away ended that vision. They were all left alone and it was another lose-lose situation. That image could only be followed by-

~All three grown mechs faded and there stood Ratchet, a shocked almost horrified look on his face plate as he held a new born sparkling and it was clear by the amount of energon soaking him that its creator couldn't possible be alive. The images was of three freshly dug graves as two sparklings and a mech where laid to rest. Jazz and Prowl having refused to bond with another and feed and having starved to death. Actually as Prime tried to read into the images it seemed that both Prowl and Jazz stopped eating from Bumblebee a whole month before he was due to birth the sparkling, as the yellow beetle was swollen and sore looking. They had worked out meticulously how long it would take for the spark within be to be born and had timed it to their passing as if know that Bumblebee would not survive the delivery. Jazz and Prowl where not going to let Bumblebee go alone. But the images that followed was of a frustrated Ratchet trying his hardest to work and raise a white, yellow and black mech by himself the smaller having cause a bucket load of trouble for the older bot. The sparkling once in his upgraded body added a medical alert decal on his shoulder and showing off to Ratchet at how he was going to grow up just like him. It was a bitter sweet ending as Ratchet still had never bonded and the Sparkling seemed to become a respectable young mech and a fine Autobot leader.

"You can not make such a choice! Either way a spark will perish." The young Prime bemoaned. His CPU trying to think of another way to save all his friends from the spark ache that was destined for them.

"Optimus, these images are what will be, they cannot be changed. What decides them is the actions taken to secure them. We have spared as much energy as we can to sustain their weakened sparks, but it is merely holding off the inevitable." The voice tried to soothe the upset Prime.

Before Optimus could even beg for a different out come his chassis closed and Optimus looked down to see two very strong beating sparks the smaller of the two now clearly visible to his optics. Bumblebee was deep in recharge judging by his deep ventilation. The Prime heard his door unlock-remembering keenly that he himself had not locked it- just as the beetle's chassis closed.

"Optimus?"

The Prime couldn't even turn to look at their medic if he did then Ratchet would see the small pail washer fluid like tears that slid beneath his mask.

soooooo? what'd ya think short yes but worth it I do believe... WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? Any guesses? I Bet ya won't guess right...