Hi, I was going to work on the first story to my secret identity profile, but I checked this storie's traffic and noticed how many people have alerted it and I felt obligated to update. This was more of a surprise that 'thoughts'. So, visit my poll and enjoy.

BPOV:

After they left, I looked down at the small hatchling. He was rather small. He looked up at me and smiled, I had a feeling that from whatever time he came from, we had been close. There was even a gaurdian link.

"I don't know what is going to happen, but I sure hope you can clear a fw things up when you grow up." He chirped lightly and looked around. "I don't know where your going to recharge. Hm, well I don't have a basanet, or anything like it, and you'll likly roll out of anything else. We'll just have to figure it out as we go."

I walked to the door. "Youngling's systems cant sustain themselves as ours can, so we need to get you some energon."

Later that night, I was walking into my room, holding a recharging sparkling, and contemplating an idea. I had nothing I could put him in he wouldnt roll out of, but something told me I could just hold him. And so I did.

I came out of recharge in the midle of the night, sencing distress from the younglings spark through the link. I quickly sent him calm and reasurence and I could feel him phisicaly relax under the hand I had put over him for wamth. I don't know what that was about, but I was sure I would be there next time it happened. And it happened many times after that.

~(I don't really know what to write to fill the gap, so I'm going to skip to when the 'youngling' is starting to talk.)~

"Bumblebee, I know he already has a name, but none of us know it. You should name him for now so we dont have to refer to him as 'the sparkling' all the time." Ratchet complained. It has been two years since I had gotten the sparkling. I refused to name him since he was reincarnated and already had one.

"He should start talking soon." I countered. Ratchet sycled his vents, imitating an organic's sigh. I had been very protective of the sparkling, not only was I taking care of him as he grew up, but I was also his gaurdian. My job was to protect him, and with how young he was, that duty felt even stronger. Especialy after the attack last year.

"Your right. You should also be thinking about his education." We were at the Ark, Optimus and the others we had found he trusts, the sparkling, werein the room next door. There's a surprisingly low amount of mehs, and femmes, he trusts. Even more surprising, Skids and Mudflap were included.

I heard a low humming sound from in my hands, he had come out of his quick recharge and was sitting up alert. I smiled and stroked his head affectionatly. He looked up at me, he hadn't grown much.

"Bumblebee." the strange sound emited from his vocal prossesers. It didn't sound like he was trying to say something, for it was deffinatly a comletely diffrent language.

"What did he say?" Ratchet asked.

"I don't know." I stared at the innocent sparkling.

"Maybe he already knows how to talk from his last life, but couldn't wok his vocal prossesers." he sugested.

"But, then, why is he speaking a diffrent language?" I asked, stroking his head again. He clicked happily and burrowed into my hands.

"Maybe he spoke a diffrent language."

"That wasnt Cybertronian in the slightest." I objected.

"What if he wasn't Cybertronian?" I thought for a moment, we had all asumed that he would just be sparked later, but was still a transformer. If he wasnt, or will be, it's confusing how his life before this was in the future, Cybertronian, he wouldnt be Autobot. Therefor this wasn't his war, and he wouldn't have had to know us. He obvioulsy knew, will know, us very well, so he would inevitably help in the war. He will fight completely by volintering? Or will the war take another planet?

"Ok, well, what language did he speak?"

"How should I know? We need to ask Optimus, he know many languages." I nodded.

"Optimus." I looked down at the sparkling, I was honestly curious about he was saying. Ratchet and I had only been in this room because I wanted to take the youngling into a quieter room while he was recharging, and Ratchet had come to talk to me. I walked up to our great leader, who was talking to Jolt.

"May I help you, Bumblebee?" he asked, Jolt went over to talk to Arcee.

"The youngling has started to speak."

"That's wonderful. What has he said?" He smiled widly.

"We don't know. He seems to remember how to talk from his first life, but it isn't any Cybertronian language. I don't think he was Autobot." And we knew he wasn't Decepticon, I eyed his blue optics.

"What did he say?" I hesitated.

"I'm not a hundred percent on how to say it." I hedged.

"Optimus." We both looked at the sparkling. He was smiling up at Optimus with his door wings raised. I smiled, for some reason, I had a feeling I had something to do with those.

"Do you know what he said?" I asked. He shook his head.

"I'm sorry, but either it is from a very isolated plane, or this language hasnt come into existance yet." I frowned, and I was really loking forward to learn what he was saying. Maybe I should just pay attention and I can figure out what everything was.

"Tell me if you find out what any of it means." Optimus said, realising I was leaving.

"I will." Optimus seemed to care for the youngling seond most to me. He would deffinatly be the first for new developments. Unless it was something Ratchet was needed for. I walked back to my quarters on the Ark. "What are you saying?" I asked, not expecting an answer.

"Bumblebee." he placed a hand over my spark. I downloaded the word, so I could learn how to say it. Bumblebee, It seems to be my name.

"Bumblebee." I repeated. He smiled and leaned over in my hands, against my chest. I smiled, he seemed board. He has lately been understanding what we were saying, responding to things. I sat on the stool, placing the youngling on the desk, after clearing it off. "I want to learn what your saying. But how?" I pondered it for a moment.

"Bee?" This one sounded like a question. It also sonded like the word I had deduced was my name, only shorter. I guessed it was a nick name. I looked at him. He reached for me when I looked, I guess that was a nickname. "Spark." He looked up at me, holding a small hand over my spark. He seemed to be saying what it was, so I guessed he was. We contenued this until I knew enough to get the guessts of what he was saying. He did understand what we were saying, and he was much to smart for a normal sparkling. His inteligence from the last lig=fe must be taking affect.

The next day, I decided to see Optimus, I had said I would see him first when I learned anything. By now, we were all living in the Ark, life on Cybertron had become difficult.

"Optimus, I'm sure I understand some of his launguage." I smiled, glancing at the content youngling. I told Optimus all I had learned, but was interupted when the youngling spotted a blank paper near by.

"Bee." I looked to where he guestured. The paper. I set him unsertinly next to the paper. He took the utencle, I didn't pay attention to what it was, and held it above the paper. Optimus joined me in watching as he wrote scribles. He looked up at us expectantly. He frowned and looked back at the scribles and cycled his vents. He scratched them out and wrote again, this time in a diffrent style. It was deffinatly Cybertronian, I just didn't know what kind.

Optimus gasped.

"What?" I asked.

"That's language of the Primes. How dose this sparkling know this?"

"Is he-" I started in awe. Optimus quickly shook his head.

"Besides, one isnt sparked knowing how to write it. He had to have learned it in his past life." I looked back down and he was once again scribeling it out, this time irritably. He then paused and started to write again, this time in a janguage I knew.

Hi, Optimus, Bee. He wrote. I gasped and looked down. He pointed at my name and said what I guessed was my name. Then at Optimus's and did the same. How dose he know how to write? I looked down at him, he was putting down the utencle, then turned to me and raised his arms. I smiled, he can write, language of the Primes even, and he understands us. But he was still a sparkling. I had a feeling we will be learning his language more by autio recepters than optic.

I picked him up again, he really was cute. He burrowed into my hands, he really was small too, and I stroked his head. It's something that usualy calmed sparklings.

"Well, this should be interesting." I turned to Optimus. "We've got a sparkling only a few years old that understands us, can write our language, can write the language of the Primes. I don't expect you'll be needing to send him to get any normal education, if any." I nodded. There's something about this sparkling that was soecial, apart from the fact he had lived in the future.

"And we still don't know his name." I looked affectionatly down at the youngling, who was looking up at me with surprised optics.

"Sam." he said. I don't know how to translate that to Cybertronian, but atleast we have something to go by.

"Sam." I smiled.

I don't know if we're going to have to learn his language, or he ours, but I knew I wasn't in a hurry for it to happen. I just wanted this youngling to stay this cute.

Hey, again, tel me if it's terrable. I know it is. But It took me a while to think of a conflict, then I don't know how I'm going to do this. I want to put it off for a while, get some other stuff in, like Sam growing up. But I don't know about the whole launguage thing. And I don't know how I'm going to end this. Shold he die so that when the future happens there wont be two Sam's? Shaould he live and The two Sam's meet? What about Bee being Sam's gaurdian? Will he have two charges? Will Sam be his own gaurdian? Or will they have to share both their best friend? It's too confusing, so I'm going to let my fingers make it up as I go. Oh, and should there be a sequal to how this affects the new future where Autobot Sam exixted?

Again, I'm sure this chapter mde alot of people who liked this story, and that seems to be alot of people, off it. Sam's growing up to fast, or I did terrable on Bee's POV. But it was just an idea I had to let the Autobots know his name, but I think I just made everything a lot more confusing. But everything is confusing right now, I have three profiles, one isnt even for this site, two email addresses, both getting important stuff, and a limited time on the computer, 8 am to midnight until school starts. What am I supposed to do?

R&R