Summary: Bumblebee has been living on Earth for a good part of his life. He was sent here by Ultra Magnus's creators. His job, to observe the beings living on this planet, find everything out about them and their planet-their customs, technology, etc. His mission is a secret, thus he dissappears and is never seen again. Only the two who sent him there know of his mission, but they are killed several decades after his 'disappearance'. Since they were his only connection to Cybertron, Bumblebee is stuck on the planet. So he continues his now unnecessary mission, and always learns more about the planet. After visiting every single country in the world, France being his last, Bumblebee goes back to his favorite, America (Woot!). Because of his lack of communication to Cybertron, he doesn't know if Megatron, nor does he care. P.s. After Ultra Magnus's parents deaths, Bumblebee gave up on rest, opting to stay awake for the rest of his existence.

Warnings: Umm, Sari? Yes, Sari is in this. Darn you Sari!
Characters: Bumblebee
Genre: Don't know yet.
Extra: In this, Bee is a Chevy Camaro, but he is in the animated-verse. So yes Sari, no Sam, Mikaela, Will, or anyone else that are from movie-verse. Ps, I really, REALLY don't like Sari. But I like animated verse. So I'll have to deal with her.

I'll never rest again! Oh wait, I haven't slept in decades. Ah well, let's say it's renewal vow. After renewing his never sleeping again vows to himself, since something bad, good, or basically just anything happened while he was asleep, the yellow Chevy Camaro sped away from Abu Dhabi and headed off for another country he'd never seen before, actually the only country he'd never seen. Well, at least no rest will mean I have more time to travel. He thought, ever optimistic. Besides, I heard something about some place called France, whatever that is, maybe it'll be nice; like here was. Mentally shrugging, the car headed northwest to its destination.

Three days passed, having never stopped-except for gas breaks- the car reached France.

Hm, nice place. Tall buildings, lots of pale people like me. He observed as he cruised down the streets. Several miles away from the country, he had turned his holoform on, showing a boy-5' 6", averaging 20-23yrs of age. His hair color was yellow blond, with black streaks randomly placed here and there in it. His original skin coloring was white, though now covered by an extremely dark tan. His eyes were a light purple, with flecks of blue and red in them-very unusual. He wore a pair of black jeans, and a long-sleeved, yellow shirt.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah blah. Whatever, I already know about this stupid country. Can't I just go back to that other place? What was it called again...? America. /No, you can't just give up! You promised them you'd find everything about this place!(1)\ Yeah, well, they're dead, there's no point in continuing this stupid search. /Shut up! Listen! Don't give up, learn. Learn! You are a research bot. What would you do if you gave up?\ Well... Oh I don't know. /See? This is your life.\ Yeah, okay. Off I go. Learning about the ten best ways to prepare frog stew with cat eyeballs. /That's my researcher.\ Whatever. Bumblebee was parked on the curb, mentally debating with himself. His holoform was portrayed to be talking on a phone.

Another four years passed. Bumblebee was now sitting in a small food store parking lot, his holoform off, and was in the country of Australia. He surfed the web, nothing catching his eye. He was mentally naming everything he saw, antique combs, death warranties, government secrets, debating the possibilities of murderers, Hannah Gree for town presedent, prize flower gardens, How big can a goldfish get?, cars transforming into giant robots, vans for sale, intricate skeleton designs... Wait? Cars transforming into giant robots? Or, more importantly, prize flower gardens!(2) /Idiot! Cars transforming into giant robots are more important than flower gardens!\ But they're prize flower gardens! /Ugh!\ And by the way, in case you didn't realize this, in response to our conversation four years ago, I wasn't intended to be a research bot, my main purpose was for spying on the enemy. /Intelligence officer, research bot, scientist, they're all the same thing.\ Au contraire, scientists descover things by experimenting, researchers look things up, while intelligence officers are used to infiltrate the enemy, collect information, then secretly send it back to the main force in coded messages, leaving those in the main building to figure out their codes, and what the information means. The officer themselves don't give a thought about what the information means, they're just information gatherers. So there. /Ah, my aching head.\ Stupid, we haven't had a head for centuries.

Bumblebee decided to ignore the voice and head for Detroit. Or was he ignoring the voice? It preferred to think it was mentally shoving him the right direction.

(1) Bee's a little coocoo from not talking to anyone for decades upon decades, that's why he's got a little voice in his head. :) (2) Sorry, I couldn't resist. Betcha all didn't guess that one.

I decided to add this, since I found it on a file on my dad's computer. Don't ask. Anyhow, I doubt it'll ever become a story. Maybe all the one-shots I write will become connected somehow and become a story all on their own. Now wouldn't that be cool? I think it would.