Jazz hadn't been kidding when he told me Bluestreak was quite the talker. He'd been online for a few days now, always chirping happily when someone held him or cooing when he was in his crib. He hardly ever cried, which Ratchet said was a blessing, but when he did get upset and made loud warbling noises.

Bluestreak adjusted just fine on the new energon as well, the diluted formula hadn't even given him a tank upset when the switch was made. He was just perfect in every way, except when Jazz left his sight. Bluestreak became a nightmare when Jazz wasn't nearby.

I held a fussy Blue while Jazz was washing off, but the little mech wasn't having any of it. He'd already kicked the thermal blanket off himself, refusing to be wrapped up in a bundle. This resulted in him getting cold, which I tried to explain to him, but he was too little to understand.

"Wahhhhh!" Bluestreak started to wail as I held him against my chassis. He didn't want me, he wanted his creator. I shifted him so his helm was on my shoulder, hoping that rubbing his back would help.

"Shhhh, he'll be right back." My voice was soft with him, but inside I wanted to cry. I really wished Jazz would hurry, my audials were starting to ring. "What's got you so upset?" Bluestreak continued to cry, huge tears running down his face as he waited for Jazz.

"Now what's all this fuss about?" Ratchet had returned from making an energon crystal run, dropping them off near the computer as he came over. "Aw, come on now, what's with them tears?" He gently stroked Blue's helm, making him calm down for a nano second.

"Jazz went to wash off. I guess Bluestreak just doesn't like being away from him." Or he didn't like me, which would be a huge disappointment.

"That's normal, don't you worry. Sparklings like being with their creators more than anyone else." Bluestreak whined at Ratchet, burying his face into my neck. "Now, now, we're not gonna hurt cha." Ratchet cooed at the little mech, making him warble grumpily.

"Alright, I'm here." Jazz rushed in, water still dotted his frame from his rushed shower. "Sorry, Starlit, I thought he'd be fine." Bluestreak immediately reached for his creator, begging to be held. Jazz shushed him as he took him back into his arms, the little mech cooing softly as he settled down.

"There, see? I told you he didn't go far." I put the blanket over his back for Jazz to wrap him up in. "How come he's so fussy without you?"

"It has to do with their programming. He'll grow out of that phase eventually." Ratchet shrugged.

"If only you could keep the wanting to cuddle part of the programming." Jazz jokes. "I wouldn't mind the fussing part being gone though. Can hardly get the dust off myself without you panicin'." Bluestreak paid no mind to the trouble he caused, instead choosing to chew on the edge of his blanket.

"Heh, now you understand the phrase of "it takes an entire team to raise a sparkling."" Ratchet scoffed.

"I'm sure he likes ya fine, Sta'." Jazz assured me with a smile. "I've yet to hear about anything he dislikes just yet, he's just figuring out life still."


Things looked like they were settling down for now. The minicons hadn't been spotted since Bluestreak came online and the Decepticon prison city hadn't done a thing. Of course, this meant something was going on inside the walls that we couldn't see. Prime constantly told us to be vigilant when we went on patrol, the lecture seemed to get longer everyday. At this point, I could pantomime the entire speech, which both Bee and I were doing to annoy Prime.

"Ok, I get it, I've said this all before." He narrowed his optics at Bee. "But we don't know when or if the city will gain power back. We don't have any ins inside either, Primus knows what the minicons are doing."

"While that maybe true, we've got most of the minicons entrances covered and will know the second they move." Ratchet reminded him. He and Bumblebee placed motion sensors in the water pipes the minicons were seen using, much to Bumblebee's displeasure.

"And Starlit's flying drones haven't seen anything from the sky. They'll alert us too, won't they?" Bee shrugged. "Maybe they finally ran out of energon and are rusting away in there."

"No, they gathered crystals on the last run through the city." I'd seen it on the drone footage, a green minicon struggling to drag a crystal twice his size through the dirt. "They could have synthesized enough to keep going. But that doesn't explain why they're still gathering metal scraps. None of the buildings have been patched…"

"Until we get more information, we got no choice but to keep watching." Ratchet agreed with us, there was nothing more to do unless we forced our way inside.

With that, Optimus split us into teams of two for patrol, minus Jazz of course. Ironhide and Ratchet were sent to the docks, Bee and I were to go into the city and Prime was going to Dinobot island to check out the prison city.

"Good luck out there." Jazz nodded to us as we left, Bluestreak happily clicked and chirped in Jazz's arms. "We'll be waiting here for ya."


"Sheesh, they really stripped this place down." Bumblebee whistled as we transformed. Humans had come running to us the second we entered the city, telling us they saw the minicons at a construction site. Of course, they were long gone when we arrived.

The steel frame of the building had been left alone, but anything around had been cleared out by the mini bots. Humans at this site had run off, scared by the small army of bots taking the loose steel beams and gear. This was going to make the mayor mad, but we couldn't just take them offline! They had sparks…

"At least they left the building alone this time." Hopefully they learned that steel support beams shouldn't be touched. I followed a trail of tire tracks to a sewer drain, wondering how they fit all that stuff through. "They took more from here than any of the other sites."

"Maybe because it's a newer building, the metal they're after isn't trapped inside the walls yet." Bee had a point, it would have been very easy to grab the exposed stacks of metal from the humans. "That's a frag load of metal though! What did they need it for?" It was a question we'd been asking for weeks.

Inside the framed out building was a jungle of wires that had been pulled from the hollow, tarp covered walls, light fixtures that weren't metal were strewn about, broken glass littering the ground, glittering in the afternoon sun. The dark shadows made the concrete look like a pond with all the glittering glass.

"I got a bad feeling about what they're building." These wires, in theory, could be used as replacements for our own Cybertronian wiring. Same for the metal sheets and beams if they were melted down correctly. "H-how many Cons were in the prison?" The realization made my lines go cold.

"Uh…four? Why?" He asked as we went in to access the damage.

"What if Megatron or the others got hurt on impact and the minicons are trying to repair them? What if we were wrong about them patching up the city, and instead they're patching up the 'Cons."

"That…would explain why they'd need so much." Bee agreed. "You think this stuff could be used to repair a bot?"

"Maybe…" the wires that were left were shredded inside their housings, dangling uselessly from the ceiling. Bee sighed, letting his guard down and allowed his EM field to reach out to scan the area. "Bee…maybe don't…" I started, making him turn to look at me.

"What? So what if you can feel I'm still in heat? It's just us…" he didn't seem to care how enticing his field felt, the pull towards him was a hell of a lot stronger than before though.

"I know it's just us, but what if there was someone nearby?" He rolled his optics, leaning against a pile of crates.

"You're just scared you can't resist." He smirked, making my face flush. "Just admit it, you can't handle me." He was trying to push me to give in.

"Oh please, you and I both know it's you who can't resist me." I teased, slowly walking to him and loosely put my arms around his shoulders, his hands moving to rest on my waist. "Do your heat cycles usually last almost two Earth weeks?"

"Eh, no. Like I said, the new energon seemed to…I don't know, extend it? Maybe we really were over rationing there for a while. I do know it's more intense just before it ends…which is what is happening." He glanced up and down my frame before his face plates turned bright red.

"Oh…" so he hadn't meant to give off that signal then. "Do you…need something?" I felt him pull me closer by my waist until our chassis were touching. I cupped his cheek and pulled him into a deep kiss, feeling his hands roam up my back and sides as he pushed a crate to make room for us to sit on.

"Just you." He said softly into the kiss, gently pulling me to straddle his lap. Bee's hands settled once again on my hips, holding me against his frame. "We don't have to worry about the others hearing us here." He smirked, his optics dimming in lust.

"Bee…" I playfully scolded. We really shouldn't while on patrol…"You know they might if you try hard enough." I purred, tracing light circles on the back of his neck. Great, his field was making my thoughts fuzzy again.

"You challenging me, again?" He asked as our fans clicked on, the heat between us becoming almost uncomfortable. Subconsciously his panel clicked open, his cheeks turning pink in embarrassment as his spike pressurized between us.

"Depends on if you can last." I smirked, gently pulling away to kneel in front of him, pushing his knees apart. His intakes hitched as I admired his length, biolights pulsing in anticipation.

Something about this position had me entranced, maybe it was the way his lips parted to a silent moan when I touched him, or maybe it was because he was allowing me to have control.

Bumblebee bit his lip when I finally gave in and lightly ran my fingers up his spike, gently taking it in my right hand while my other hand rubbed a thumb against his valve. His legs spread wider, begging me to get closer.

"F-frag Starlit." Bee leaned back on his hands, already completely revved up from my feather light touches. I looked up into his optics as I took the tip of his spike in my mouth, instantly tasting a rush of transfluid. He cried out in pleasure, trying hard to maintain optic contact as I took more in, choking a bit when his hips jerked. I had to hold his hips down as I sucked harder, swallowing around his spike as more fluid trickled down my throat.

Bee's grip on the crate was causing it to splinter, making me briefly worry it might crack under him, but that thought quickly went away when he threw his head back with a waton cry.

Frag, he's so beautiful. I thought, lamenting that our temporary bond had worn off yesterday. I wanted him to know what I was thinking when we interfaced, for now I'd just have to show it.

I could feel he was getting close, his legs had locked into position as he tried in vain to thrust into my throat. He wouldn't allow me to free my hands from his hips to play with his valve, too caught up in his heat to pay attention.

With a wet popping sound I let him go, licking up the pulsing biolights but ignoring his moaning plea to take it back in my mouth. Instead, I pulled him forward to expose his valve to me and pressed my tongue flat against his opening to suck in his outer node. He nearly screamed as he overloaded; I moved a bit too late and got most of his transfluids on my face, even with me trying to block it with my hands.

"Slag, sorry." Bumblebee panted, trying hard to catch his breath. Despite overloading hard, his spike was still pressurized and dripping more fluid. "I-I couldn't stop. Y-you're getting too good at that." He pulled out a cloth from his sub space. "Here…" he gently cleaned my face off, pulling me back to my knees to kiss me. "Though you look stunning covered in my transfluid." I laughed at his comment, rolling my optics.

"I'm sure, I do look good in blue." I made Bee sputter for a second, at a loss of words. "But I'd rather you fill me with it than spread it all over me. I'm not a fan of being sticky." I once again straddled his lap, my panel sliding back so I could rub my valve against his spike. We moaned as the tip of his spike hit my outer node, his hands moving back to my waist to play with my transformation seams. I buried my face in the nape of his neck, moaning loudly in his audials as he entered my valve, immediately going straight for my ceiling node. Bee was going at a rough pace, not allowing me to really ride him as much as I wanted.

"S-slow down…" I begged, afraid he'd get hurt at this rate. I dug my peds into the crate, forcing him to slow up which he groaned at. "You're gonna get hurt…" and cause a friction burn!

"I-I'm sorry…I'm trying…" he had his denta gritted together, his fans stuck on high until this wave of his heat settled down. I rolled my hips, regaining a bit of control and set a better pace for us. Bumblebee kept himself occupied with biting and sucking at my neck cabling, pressing us closer together as I rode him. His hands roamed to my aft, squeezing hard and rubbing down my thighs just to run his fingers back up to squeeze again. He'd never been in this state with me before, unable to control himself, or his mouth for that matter. My face burned red with all his dirty talk, pushing me closer to my own overload.

"…I want you to be overflowing with my transfluid, until it's leaking out of you uncontrollably while I fuck you." His use of the human word made me shiver. "Frag I gonna…"

An open mouth kiss was all it took to stop him from talking about his incredibly lewd thoughts. I don't know how loud we were being, we didn't care, who'd be dumb enough to back here right now anyway?

I squeezed my calipers around him, setting us both over the edge with a loud shout of each other's names. It was while we were recovering that we heard someone knock over leftover rebar to our left that we realized we weren't alone after all.

We quickly separated, Bumblebee pushing me behind him to protect me. He didn't need to do that, I was more than capable of defending myself…

"S-shit! We didn't mean…I mean…" three teenage organics, all dressed in black, scurried into the open, one dropping a bag of spray paint, while the one that spoke had their phone out pointed towards us.

"Dude, stop.." the third grabbed the phone out of the boy's hand, shoving it into his jacket pocket.

"What are you three doing here? It's dangerous here." I kept my voice even, silently worrying about what they were using the phone for.

"N-nothing!" The kid that had the phone stepped in front of his two partners, unaware we could see over him. The kid with the bag was hurriedly trying to put the spray paint cans back in the bag, all their hands were covered in different colors.

"You guys were tagging the place?" Bumblebee crossed his arms, scolding them. "Come on, didn't you read the warning signs about this area?" Apparently they weren't aware of the attack by the minicons either.

"We're sorry, we'll leave!" The seeming leader of the team motioned for the other two to get going.

"Hold on!" I stopped them as they tried to run. "What's on your phone?" I had a feeling they did something we didn't want them to. The three of them looked at each other with wide eyes, the two behind the leader looked at me with guilt while the leader just looked smug.

"Pictures of our art work. That's all." He lied, his tell was the way he shifted his feet.

"You were recording us…" The way the other two looked told me I was right. "I'll ask you once, delete it or hand it over." The boy who had taken the phone reached for the phone, but the leader stopped him.

"We don't gotta do…"

"Unsolicited recordings of anyone, especially recording of sexual acts, is illegal. You really want to be known for recording an unknowing AND unwilling couple?" Bumblebee surprised me with the knowledge of the by laws.

"You two were fuckin in a public place." He tried but the kid with the phone had stepped around to show me the screen, which showed a still of the recording. He hit delete and the video was gone.

"Come on Zak, we should listen to them…" the one carrying the bag was a girl. It was hard to tell with her hood up and the fringe of her blue hair covered the upper part of her face. "S-sorry…we thought it was something else." She never looked up from the ground, too shy or embarrassed about it.

"What'eva! Let's go…" Zak waved his hand and the two other teens followed. We watched them leave, making sure they didn't backtrack back in.

"That was close…" Bumblebee sighed heavily. "How'd you know he recorded us?"

"The camera eye was pointed at us. Honestly I wouldn't have thought of it if the other boy hadn't said to stop." I didn't realize I had my arms wrapped protectively over my abdomen till then.

"Hey, come here." Bee gently took my hands, slowly unwrapping them from my frame and bringing them up to his lips. He gently kissed my knuckles before he spoke. "This is all my fault. This heat cycle is one of the strongest I've ever had…I'm not usually the type to frag out in the open." I could tell he felt really guilty about us getting caught.

"Don't blame just yourself here. It's not like I didn't want to frag you in the first place." Our forhelms touched as I spoke. "Next time we should be extra sure we're alone."


Our luck was the worst. Even though I watched the kid delete the video, Zak apparently had a back up and released it online. To our horror, the news outlets got wind of it and we're reporting about our accidental sex tape across the country. Both Bee and I were stunned, frozen in our places in the living area when Prime turned the news on. The announcer was talking over a still frame of Bee and me mid interface. From the waist down was cut, but from our faces you could tell exactly what we were doing. I knew from Bee's face it was when he was talking dirty while I rode him hard…oh Primus this is not good.

"Frag sake…" Ratchet shook his head in disbelief.

Jazz shook his head as well, making sure Bluestreak didn't see the screen. He was too young to understand what was going on though, lucky him.

Optimus worried the inside of his cheek, completely silent and staring straight at the tv. I kept my optic on him, wondering what was going to happen.

"How in Primus' name did ya get caught?!" Ironhide broke the silence. "I thought that site was shut down!"

"Uhh…yeah, it was…" Bee's voice wavered. "Some kids snuck in and…um…" he trailed off, fiddling with his fingers in embarrassment.

"Why didn't you tell me you were in heat?" Prime was tense, obviously angry but also embarrassed for us. "Both of you…slag it all…Bumblebee you're pulled from patrol until you're done with this. Starlit, you're with Ratchet today delivering energon to cybertron. Do not argue with me!" Bee was going to protest, but was silenced.

"Come on, we'll get the shipment loaded up." Ratchet waved me over as he headed to the med bay. Bumblebee was mumbling something to Prime, but I missed what he said. Prime turned on him as soon as I turned the corner, making me feel bad that he was once again the one in trouble for our escapades.


Sari met us on the top of Sumdac tower, ready to join us on our delivery, but the look on her face was anything but excitement. Her eyes hadn't left my face since we arrived.

"Did I do something?" I asked her as Ratchet punched the codes in.

"Oh nothing…just, ya know, the news." She seemed to hiss the last word.

"Right…that wasn't supposed to get around." I told her but she just huffed and marched towards Ratchet. Was she mad at me, or was she…jealous?

"Sari…" I started but the space bridge started up, drowning my voice out. I sighed, following them through the portal quietly.

On the other side we were greeted by the jet twins, Dai Atlas and Bulkhead.

"Starlit! Sari!" The big green lug bounced to us and hugged me tightly while Sari flew up to his shoulder to hug him. "Good ta see ya! I missed you guys! Where's Bee? I thought he was coming too?"

"Yeah…he's sick." I lied, getting a glare from Sari. "Bad oil I guess."

"Right, bad oil…" Sari was angry, but I didn't understand why.

"Did I miss something?" Bulkhead leaned in to me to whisper. I shrugged, not really knowing what to say.

"I'll fill you in later…" I patted the mechs arm.

"Excellent work!" Dia Atlas was examining the crate of cubes we brought. "And you say this new energon is…potent?"

"That it is. One cube will have you running for at least five days, without a refuel. Now I don't recommend doing that to one's self, I'd say three solar cycles at the most." Ratchet handed one to Bulkhead, the blueish cube looked even smaller in his massive hand.

"And it survived the transfer!" Bulkhead was excited by this revelation. "Wait…does that mean we'll have to refine it on Earth from now on?"

"Seems that way, which is why we need ya to come back." Ratchet gave him a half smile. "We'll need ya ta figure out the best place to build a new refinery and talk to the humans about it. Seeing as you're now an expert on it…"

"Well, I wouldn't say an expert." Bulkhead blushed at the compliment.

"That just sounds wrong, expert Bulkhead…" I teased, earning a hardy laugh from him.

"Now that we know the refined cubes can transport, we gotta test if they lose any of the potency." Ratchet gave the go ahead for the bots to try it.

"It is safe?" Jetstorm asked as his orange twin downed his cube in one go, glancing at me for reassurance.

"Is good!" Jetfire's optics brightened as the surge of energy hit his system. "And it tingles."

"Is it supposed to?" The blue twin hesitated, allowing his brother to shove one into his mouth. Jetstorm sputtered as he gagged and coughed up what he was unable to swallow. "T-That was a mean joke!"

"But it is good, no?" Jetfire slapped Jetstorm's back to help him, but ended up nearly knocking him over. "Imagine how fast we can fly with this!"

"It does have a bit of a kick, doesn't it?" Dai Atlas was re-examining his half empty cube. "Your team may have solved our energy crisis."

"Woh…" Bulkhead had finished his cube by that time. "Kinda reminds me of that one purple flower you like, Sari."

"Lavender? Really? That's weird." The techno-organic made a face at the description.

"You wanna try it? It's safe for you to have." I told her, having accidentally spilled a cube on a bug once. Normally, energon would have killed the bug, but this version didn't harm it. All that happened was the little fly got wet and maybe a little sticky, but flew off unharmed.

"Na…I'll pass." She grimaced at the cube I held up to her. "I'm not a fan of drinking flowers."

"Is this the only crate of refined cubes?" Atlas asked, to which Ratchet shook his head.

"Primus no. We got at least five more back at the plant, we just weren't sure how well this would go. Bulkhead, would you mind lending us a servo to get the rest here?"

"Sure!" He was excited to see everyone again.

"We will wait here for the rest. Thank you and the rest of your team for this discovery. Cybertron thanks you as well." Atlas nodded his helm to us.


Back at base Prime and the others had gotten the last of the crates ready to load up outside. Bulkhead scared the spark out of Bluestreak when he transformed in front of Jazz, cooing at the sparkling in his arms. Bluestreak hid his face and whined, not liking the sudden appearance of the large mech.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare ya!" Bulkhead said softly, but Bluestreak refused to look at him.

"You're alright, sweet spark." Jazz stroked his back to calm him down.

"Did he scare you?" I came up to Jazz's side so the little mech could see me. Instantly, Bluestreak looked up and started cooing softly at me. His tiny hand reached up, grabbing my offered hand to examine before chewing on my finger. I guess he'd finally gotten used to me.

"See, Star's here." Jazz beamed, seeing he was getting used to me. Bluestreak chirped when I stroked his chevron, his large optics dimming in content.

"Bumblebee!" Bulkhead made us jump when he called out, running and swinging the smaller yellow mech up in a hug. Bluestreak was no longer soothed, angry and frightened by the loud voice, he started to cry.

"Now, now, it's ok." Jazz rocked the fussy sparkling. "I know, it was loud." Bluestreak was done and wanted nothing more than to go back inside, away from the noise.

"Oops…" Bulkhead noticed he made him cry and put Bee down. "Sorry…"

"Only back for a few cycles and already you're causing trouble." Bumblebee teased.

"He hasn't recharged yet today, I think he's a little tired." Jazz assured that it wasn't entirely Bulkhead's fault Bluestreak was in a bad mood. "Come on, let's get you snuggled up." Bluestreak wasn't happy about having a nap either, deciding to take his frustration out on us and crying louder. Poor little mech was beyond tired.

"I didn't mean to upset the little guy." Bulkhead mumbled.

"Don't worry, he's just never seen a giant behemoth like you." Bee nudged his arm.


I hung back at the plant with Jazz and Bluestreak, wanting to get away from Sari's wrath. She's been rude to me all day and I knew if I didn't walk away now, I'd say something I'd later regret.

"What's got you looking so glum? You and Ratchet should be proud of what y'all accomplished." Jazz nodded his head for me to come in further into his room. It hadn't changed much since Prowl passed, except for Bluestreak's crib settled where my old bed used to sit. Jazz wanted to honor his bonded and left most of the room untouched, only adding a few personal things here and there.

"Yeah…I am but…" I was struggling to voice my feelings. "Sari is mad at me but I don't get what I did to make her upset."

"Have you tried to talk with her?" Jazz lowered his voice as Bluestreak closed his optics in his arms, gently rocking the tiny mech to sleep.

"She just dismissed me." I said softly, leaning on Jazz's shoulder to watch Blue drift off to sleep. "The only thing she said was that she saw the news story."

"Hm, well I can kind of see being upset about that. Not that that was ya fault, but to her I might be strange ta see her friends like that on the news." Jazz gently set Bluestreak in his berth, careful not to wake him. "You guys did tell her you were together right?"

I couldn't remember if we had or not, but it wasn't like we hid it from her. In fact, I know she saw us kiss at least once when we all hung out, so no, it wasn't a surprise for her.

"Your silence says you didn't." Jazz flashed me an apologetic smile. "Maybe she's a little jealous of your relationship. She was Bee's first human friend and has a special connection to him too, I could see her being a little put off."

"You don't think…she has a crush on Bee, do you?" If that was the case, things could get really bad really fast.

"Don't know. If so, you three need ya talk this out." Jazz was right, as usual. "I don't wanna see any of you getting ya feelings hurt or any of ya not being friends anymore 'cause of this."


Bumblebee hadn't been allowed to go on the second delivery run either, much to his protest, but Prime wouldn't allow it.

"You're unusually mopey." I said as I leaned on his doorway.

"Please don't start…" Bee sighed, not moving from his spot on his berth. His limbs were spread out lazily like he had flopped backwards and stayed where he fell.

"Sorry. You ok?" He turned his head to look at me, his optics looking towards my peds.

"Did you and Sari have a fight? Cause she's pissed at you for something." Great…

"I have no idea what I did. She was mad before I got there today." His optics softened, shifting to look into my own.

"I kind of wondered…she's mad at me too but she wouldn't say what was wrong. Do you think she's mad about the news story?" Bee was thinking the same thing I was.

"She is, but I don't get why either. Maybe we should call her back and see if she wants to meet up?" I moved towards his berth to sit by his peds. He didn't move, acting like his frame was too heavy to move right now.

"I think we should. I don't wanna lose her as a friend to something that wasn't intentional." At least we were both in the same boat here.


Sari happily agreed to return to the base, complaining that the delivery was really boring. When she arrived, I don't think she expected me to be here still and was expecting only to see Bee.

"Oh, you're here." Sari crossed her arms but said nothing more to me. She focused on Bee, ignoring the fact he was literally right beside me.

"Sari, we need to talk." Bumblebee sighed, frustrated that she was mad at nothing.

"Really? You don't say." Now she was being pissy with Bee. "You'd think your best friend would tell you he's in a relationship!" Oh no…we did forget to tell her. "And then you're all over the news with…her! You never said you guys were screwing!"

Both of us were lost for words, letting Sari tell us how she felt about all of this. She was mad at us for not telling her we were together, mad at us for getting caught fragging, and angry that Bee hadn't noticed how it made her feel.

"I just…" Sari's eyes were wet with tears threatening to spill over. "You never even noticed I liked you!" There it was, the full truth I had been hoping was all in my head. She did have a crush on Bee, which made me a tiny bit jealous, but I also knew that she was far too young for any relationship like ours. She had a sparkling crush, when a younglings is infatuated by someone, but doesn't really understand what it takes to develop a strong, loving relationship.

"Sari, I like you too, but not in the same way. Look…I'll admit you're cute, for an organic, but I'm not…frag how do I say it." He muttered the last part, obviously flustered. "I don't love you. No, wait! I didn't mean it like that!" It was too late.

"You don't…care for me?" The tears started to fall, her voice cracking with emotion.

"That's not what I said! Or meant!" Bumblebee knelt down to her, wiping her tears away with his thumb. "Sari, I'm sorry I didn't notice, but I still care about you. You're my best friend too, maybe more like a little sister at this point, but that's it. I know it's not what you wanna hear, but I love Starlit." Sari nodded, still upset but seeming to understand we still loved her, just in a different way.