Hope for a techno-organic

Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Transformers animated characters I used in this story. All are owed by Hasbro, please don't sue me. The reason I wrote was cause I was bored.

Bumblebee was laying on his bed lost in his thoughts of all the times he had been in trouble because he wasn't strong enough. The one that kept resurfacing in his mind was when he fought against the bio-tech-enhanced fighter rock well. The way his team laughed at him and teased him.

FLASHBACK!!!!

"Use your head!!!. Locate your opponent's weakness then attack!!!" Prowl yelled before slapping him upside the head.

"That is if he can even reach it," Bulkhead said in a laughing voice.

FLASHBACK OVER!!!

It was as if they didn't think of Bee as anything else than a failure. In fact, the elite guard treated Bee better than his own team did. Jazz the guard's communicator was the one who taught Bee about human music and everything that went with it including dancing. Then there was first aid the medic of their team she was always so kind to Bee whenever she encountered him even though she was cold to every other bot be knew including Ratchet. Then there were the twins Jetfire and Jetstorm the only two bots who could out prank Bee every time they were around bee felt something he hadn't felt in decades. And finally was their resident Coke head as Sari calls him Blurr he was faster than most bots here and whenever Blurr was on earth he and Bee would always race and always tie.

"BUMBLEBEE!!!"

The small yellow bot sighed as he pushed himself off his breth and walked to the med-bay where Ratchet was standing tapping his red and white foot on the floor.

"What up doc?" Bumblebee mumbled.

The med raised on an optic ridge in shock at how calm the bot's voice sounded.

"I need you to help organize these data pads while me and Prime go out to patrol the west," the medic said while walking toward the door.

"Awwww man why can't you ask prowler to do it?" bumblebee moaned knowing Prowl should surely do it.

"He can't. He and Bulkhead took the North patrol" Ratchet said just before leaving the medic room.

"Of course, the team gets to go on Patrol why I'm stuck organizing medical supplies," Bumblebee thought as he began sorting out the supplies neatly. Contrary to belief Bumblebee was very good at being calm and quiet, it's just that after the death of his creators at the hand of Megatron and then being forced to be his personal slave for the first hundred years of his life he had learned to put on a facade for the other bots, so that they didn't enquire about his past.

FlachBack!!!

Bumblebee unleashed his stingers and charged at Starscream who was none the wiser but just before he shocked the seeker he felt something slam into him. While trying to get off the ground he felt a large foot slam into his back plates.

"So my little Bee has revealed himself after all" Bumblebee froze at the deep commanding voice which had been the bane of his existence for one hundred years of his one hundred and seventy-year-old life.

"Me...Megatron" Bumblebee stammered in fright as he tried to get out from underneath his old master's foot.

"Well, you do remember me. That is so nice, you were my favorite slave, I mean what you could do with your size was amazing, I mean all the times you came and told me that the enemy was coming" Megatron leaned down and turned him around so he could look at his chassis. But when he saw the Autobot symbol there he smirked and put a deep scratch through it. "And wear this pathetic little red symbol was a purple one used to be," Megatron said in a deep voice.