Chapter 1: The Beginning

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Earth - 2015

The stars twinkled, as the night's cool mist was rushing past my wheels. I kept driving until I made it to a cliff where I transformed and sat at the edge, looking up at the sky, and each little star.

"Prime." I thought. "Sometimes, I wish you were here. I feel stuck, and my team doesn't help with that. How did you manage to lead us during the war, and how were you always able to keep your cool?" I think to myself.

I heard a bot trying to sneak up on me, two bots to be exact. When will they learn?

"Strongarm, Sideswipe, seems a little late to be sneaking out." I say standing up and looking at them with my arms folded across my frame.

"You weren't quiet enough!" Strongarm scolds.

"Me!? It was clearly YOU who stepped on a twig!" Sideswipe retorts.

"Enough arguing, get to the point. Why were you following me?" I ask annoyed.

"Yeah Strongarm, why did you want to follow the boss?" Sideswipe asks.

"Sorry sir, but we were wondering. How was your childhood like?" The cadet asks.

I was surprised at the question, and thought for a moment. 

"You wanna hear the whole story?" I ask

The cadet and the ninja-like bot nod excitedly.

"Alright come on." I say while walking back towards the cliff, and patting the two spots on the ground, gesturing them to sit down.

"So, how does it go? Do you start lost in the middle of battle? Oh or were you sent to Velocitron to become a street racer?" Sideswipe asks with excitement in every inch of his voice.

"Alright, calm down Sideswipe. Here's how it goes." I start to say.

The Beginning of Bumblebee's Story (3rd Person)

Sparkling cries were heard coming from the hospital, as a new carrier was trying to calm down her new child.

"Shh, little spark. You're safe." Said the femme.

The tiny sparkling stopped crying and looked at his mother for the first time with his large cyan blue optics. 

"He could just fit into my servo, and there'd still be space." A new sire said quietly trying to hold back tears of joy as he put his digit out for the tiny mech to hold on, his digit was about the size of the sparkling, which resulted into a smile coming from the new carrier.

"Warstrike, what should we name him?" The femme asks.

"Well Vortex, he's small and has a rare color scheme, and rare optics. So his name should be rare."  Warstrike says.

"I've heard of an earth creature called a Bumblebee, they are the same color scheme. Maybe that should be his name. Bumblebee." Vortex says.

"Very well my love." Warstrike says smiling at his sparkmate, then at his new child.

TIME SKIP <10 WEEKS>

"That's it my little Bee, one ped in front, one ped in the back, and continue." Warstrike says cheerfully.

A little Bumblebee tried to do what his sire said, but kept stumbling over his own peds. But his Sire's strong servos kept him from falling.

"It's okay my little Bee, you'll get it one day." Warstrike says.

"Dear." Vortex calls.

"Yes." Warstrike replies.

"We have another job." Vortex says seriously.

Warstrike's optics of joy turned into sorrow when he looked at their little sparkling.

"What about our little Bee?" He asks.

"I don't know my love. But this is an unrefusable offer, tell you what how about you look after Bumblebee, and I'll do this job." Vortex replies.

"Be careful my dear. Bounty hunting isn't to be taken lightly." Warstrike says.

Vortex smiles as she walks over to her little sparkling, kissing him on the helm before leaving for the bounty.

Warstrike sighs before looking at his child again. He had the stubbornness of his mother as he continued to try to walk.

"Hey, wanna meet some friends of mine?" Warstrike asks.

Bumblebee smiles and babbles cheerfully.

"Alright, come on!" Warstrike says as he picked up the tiny sparkling before heading out the door.

As they walked, Bumblebee looked in awe at all of the buildings, impressed by their size. Warstrike kept walking until he found who he was looking for. 

A silver mech who looked to be 14 human years old. Was talking to his friend, a red and blue mech who was 10 human years.

"Orion, Megatronus. Where is your sire?" Warstrike asks.

"Him, he's over there." Megatronus points.

"I see, you two wanna hold my child?" Warstrike asks.

"Yes, that would be nice. What is their name?" Orion asks.

"This is Bumblebee, please be careful with him." Warstrike says handing the sparkling to Orion before going to meet up with the two mechs sire.

Orion looked a the tiny sparkling, while Megatronus tried to look into the gladiator arena.

"Hello little one, my name is Orion Pax." Orion said calmly.

Bumblebee smiled at him with his big blue optics.

"Now, Bumblebee is it. Do you know how to walk?" Orion asks.

Bumblebee pointed down. And Orion carefully set the tiny bot down, while holding on to him, as the sparkling carefully put one ped in front of another, resulting in him walking without Orion holding him.

"I see you can!" Orion says cheerfully, "alright you wanna hear a story?" Orion asks.

Bumblebee nods and carefully walked back to the red and blue mech. And Orion picked him back up again, and grabbed his data-pad.

As Orion read a story to Bumblebee, both of their Sire's came over.

"Sorry Orion, I know you're having fun with Bumblebee. But I gotta get him home before Vortex finds out." Warstrike says.

"No, don't worry it's okay. Bumblebee can hang out with me tomorrow right?" Orion asks.

"Yes, of course if we're available." Warstrike replies while taking Bumblebee back in his servos.

"Thank you!" Orion exclaims before dragging Megatronus towards their sire.

"Thanks again, Tygerbolt!" Warstrike exclaims.

"Anytime buddy!" Tygerbolt replies.

Warstrike looked at the tiny sparkling, and smiled as he continued walking.

When they finally got home, the news was on. Warstrike looked at it curiously, as he read the headlines.

'Famous Bounty Hunter, Vortex Found Nearly Dead By Latest Bounty'

Warstrike couldn't believe it. He choked back tears, grabbed his sparkling, and started to run towards the hospital.



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