Note: This has been moved from its own story to this group of Bumblebee shorts, as it fits into the idea.
Pairings: Arcee/Bee- friendly
Rated: T

Okay, so this may seem a bit confusing in the beginning. But all the beginning really is, is a type of... introduction shall I say? When Bee starts thinking on the roof, it gets less confusing, but then again, you might not get the 'Devijans' part unless you read it from my 'Pieces for Possible One-Shots or Stories'. I believe it is chapter... 2. Yeah, it's chapter 2. So you might want to read that if you don't understand the brief mention of the 'Devijans'.

I don't in any way, shape, or form, own Transformers or their characters. Actually, the only thing I own here are the Devijans.

Enjoy. :)

"As a youngling, he held no love for anybot. Not after everything he saw in his short younglinghood. On the streets one must grow up fast, and survive. Or else never grow up, and off-line in some back-alley.

"Abuse is frequent,. Kindness, non-existent. Love is laughable. Family, nothing, there is no family. Friends... are fantasy.

"Police-bots don't understand the streets. No bot understands them, except maybe the bots who live on them. Street bots are said to be wild and dangerous. The dangerous part maybe, wild? No, those are the bots who pretend to be street bots. The rich ones that come down to street bars just to pretend they are 'rough'.

"Street bots do all they can to survive. No matter the job. Killing, dancers, bartenders, everything.

"This bot was a dancer for a good part of his life. Most of it in fact. Even when he went to a 'school', he was a dancer. How else would he remain in his 'school'?

"Before he joined the school, he was trained by one of the most powerful and known ninja-bots... what was his name again? Hah, evidently he wasn't famous enough for us street bots. Nah.

"Anyway, he was trained in the arts of ninja-hood. After that, he left the bot. Life as a high and mighty ninja-bot was not him. Even when he was that ninja-masters 'greatest student' and all. Eh, in fact, when he was finished his ninja training, he came back here, to continue his dancing career. All that ninja training ever did was make him a more lithe dancer, and appealing. Which is probably why those wanna-be street-bots had to line up and request ahead of time for 'after show play time'.

"Heh, that bot was our best bot. Never said no to a customer, never said anything really. I'm guessing he had a malformed voice box or something. There was no reason for him to be a mute bot by choice. I've heard of bots who were mutw by choice, but only because something traumatic had happened to them. And they were always higher-up in society bots too. None like us.

"Hmmm. I don't really know what else- oh wait! Yeah, there was something else. He remained with us for a while longer, then vanished. Dunno where, but that's it. Just gone.

Is there anything else you would like to know?"

The old vid file was turned off. A stony bot stared at the blank screen. "What?" He asked the shape behind him.

"Ah... I see you were watching that old interview. Do you like how we covered up that bot's disappearance? Unfortunately, he still owes us for that."

The bot remained facing away. "Is that so? From all the information I've gathered, that bot remained in your services as a dancer for most of his life."

"That is true... but this remains, that bot was doing it at the time to survive. Now he is in a perfect position to come back. Do you not agree with me?"

"...I do not."

"Why not? We know the bot enjoyed his job when he was with us. Why wouldn't he want to come back?"

"Maybe the youngling didn't know how he felt at the time. Maybe the fact he 'vanished', was because he decided he didn't like it."

"Maybe... Or maybe he jut wished time off. Interfacing with twenty different mechs and femmes a night... giving all, receiving nothing... must have been tiring... and annoying. Maybe he wished to leave and go to some other dancer to work things out. Maybe he still needs someone."

Memory purges. Brutal things. Especially when the memories were bad ones. Oh wait- stupid me. That's only when memory purges happen, when you're a bot with nothing but bad memories. Why didn't I remember that?

Oh haha. Right. Because I'm insane. Right, forgot about that.

Ahah... insanity... a blessing and a curse.

Why would someone think that? Because they're insane. That's why.

A yellow bot stared forlornly off of a cliff-face. Not that anything had happened that would make him so sad- nothing specific at least.

Arcee was just being her regular self, that's it. No, she wasn't being a slagger, despite the thoughts that had raced through his helm at the time. She was simply being herself. The part of her that was always angry about every single one of her previos partner's deaths. Especially Cliffjumper's... she had loved that bot, despite what everyone else thought, and what she lead them all- and herself- to believe.

Bee however... he knew what love looked like in another's optics. He knew that when a bot's optics were shining brightly, that they were on the brink of sobbing. He knew that when a bot lost their bonded, they would pine away until they off-lined. He knew these things. From his very being. He knew these things from his own life. His life before the war, before he joined the Autobots and fought with them against a common enemy.

Before this war... he was just a bot. A bot who dealt with death, love, hatred, pain, and more. He once had a family, but saw them all off-lined by a group of rouge bots. He remembered living on the streets after that. Swearing that one cycle, those bots would pay with their lives, one day he would have his revenge.

But... but as he matured, he realized, revenge isn't everything. He realized that he could forgive. Even if his family were murdered cruely, he could still go down into the deeper parts of the city, and sit and drink with mechs much like his family's killers.

He realized... every life was important. Sure, he didn't come to this knowledge by just maturing. No. He came by it when he acted recklessly and killed his only friend by accident, as he was trying to kill his family's killers. That was his only friend.

Which is why he doesn't do that. Revenge is nothing. All it does is lead one to hate, distrust, anger. It pulls you away from that little family you have, it hurts them. Which was not what anyone wanted when they were seeking revenge. When somebot wanted revenge, their processor wasn't working properly, and any clear signc what little part of it was working correctly sent them, went ignored.

So back to the main issue at servo... Arcee. Her processor was showing the first signs of malfunctioning, even if their doc-bot Ratchet couldn't notice, Bumblebee saw it. The thing with Ratchet... well he was a war medi-bot. Not one who dealt with others. He could be gruff, and at times, a bit insensitive. Which is not what somebot like Arcee needed.

She needed somebot to cheer her up, which is where Bumblebee came in. Ever wondered just why he was so cheerful? He never is really cheerful... more... saddened. But he doesn't show it. No, he turns his saddness for others into happiness to make them thus. He felt for them all, they needn't be brought into this war. As all it really was, was revenge. That's all any war is, was, will be: revenge.

~Someone did this, well let's start a war over it. Someone did that, lookie here! Another war!~ He beeped to himself.

Sighing unhappily, he once again, turned his thought-train to Arcee. She had insulted him, verbally attacked him, even punched him, all without an apology. That would come later, he knew. She would realize what she did, feel terrible, and rush to him in worry. She'd think him angry, and rightfully he should be. Bt he wouldn't be angry, for he knew just what she was going through. No, he would be the one she could hold on to in that river of fate. He would be her friend.

While eventually she would turn on their other friends, and say hurtful things to them, he would remain with her. He knew their friends would respond in shock, then would reply to her the same way as she reacted to him. And she would feel bad, she would want to apologize to them, but they wouldn't firgive her, as they didn't know what she was going through.

He would let her use him as a punching bag, so to speak, and he would help her when she eventually broke down. He would be there for her, because now one was there for him, and that drove him crazy. She didn't need to go crazy.

~I think I'm still crazy... just the way I act...~ Well, he did act a bit too happy sometimes, and that got on people's nerves. Yeah, it really did. In fact, just the other day, when Bee was driving Raf home from school, he had been having a fun time, randomly switching radio stations and such. But Raf evidently got irritated, and without really thinking, snapped a Bumblebee to: "Just shut up already! Gosh Bee! You're always so hyper! Can't you just chill for once in your lifetime?"

Bumblebee had turned the radio off, and they had driven the rest of the way in silence. Once they reached Raf's house, he had apologized, and Bee had forgiven him. No hard feelings, right?

Yeah... and Miko? She was acting recently like Bumblebee was the most disgusting thing on or off the planet. She avoided him at all costs. The reason? She found him doing one of his rituals...

Yeah. One of those rituals. ~I mean... she has a right to be disgusted... she just doesn't know my culture very well...~ At least she hadn't gone off and told the whole team. They didn't need to know Bee was a Devijan.

Not that they would know when they found out what he was doing, as his race had 'vanished' megacycles before any of them had been sparked. Maybe Ratchet would know... from his medical files. As Bee's race was... or used to be, well-known for their medecines. Well actually, the medecines medics used on Cybertron now, were originally created on Devija.

~Can't let the others find out what I am. Despite my race's 'peaceful' qualties, and the fact we were feared and respected by all races around us, when we disappeared and became a myth, we were called barbarians for our strange home-rituals. Not that many bots knew what we did, as it was a secretive affair. I do know that they thought is sick beings for our frame of minds.~ Bee pondeered aloud.

~But enough pondering, Arcee is probably bored out of her processor, and in the need of a good abger drainage. I'll go down there for her to beat me up some more. After all... that's all beings of my race were treated like- unknownigly as it may be- when we came to Cybertron for Spec. Ops. missions.~

Bumblebee got up from his position on the roof, and dropped to the ground below. Straightening his shoulders, he walked into the base, as if he'd just been out for a drive.

So I hope you did enjoy this, I wrote it during my Spanish period today, so maybe that's why it was a bit confusing... although I think I translated everything that I wrote in Spanish back to English...

Review please. Input is very appreciated.

Thank you, and goodnight. :)