A new sadness

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A/N Have you noticed the titles yet

Bumblebees pov:

Today marks four months since I saw my team. I have grown very lonely and sometimes I wish airachnid was still here. My body is know completely covered in mud and coal and other type of dirt. My paint is slightly dull and has lost its bright yellow hue but I need to look like this. I walk out of the cave the early morning light shining on my once bright Body. I didn't sleep much last night my wounds through healed still hurt like fire. I walk for a while until I see a copter landing on the Shore. I hide behind a rock. They don't usually come onto the island why had they now. One of them started yelling some thing. "we know their is a robot on this island we have come to establish some terms if you wish to live. We know you feel pain and are alien please comply or we will use force" I think for a moment then active one blaster and my blade.

I slowly walk out from behind the rock and ready for them to attack. Some of them gasp and others stumble backwards. "hello we know you are anonymous robotic organisms from the planet cybertron where ever that might be what is your name" the one originally yelling says. "My name is bumblebee" they look confused then I remember they can't understand me. I pick up a long stick. Some point their guns at me and out of instinct I point mine back then lower it. I right in the sand 'bumblebee' they nod they understand. "we have rules that will let you stay here in peace these are set in stone. This time I nod to show my understanding. " you will not leave this island your radiation levels are to high and I could contaminated our entire city " great the one thing I can't do is the one thing I need to do but I nod. 

"if you try to leave you will be shot at or captured and studied but we do not want war with you kind" at lest they are peaceful humans not like m.e.c.h. I nod again. "That is all do you agree to these terms" I nod yes again I don't have much of a choice I don't want to have to kill them. I decided I want to show off. I do a back flip and transform into my car mode and drive off. I van hear the gasps of amazement behind me and am satisfied. I drive back to my cave and see the copters taking off.

Bulkheads pov:

Its been four months since bee died and highfire has gotten used to being at base an has also stopped talking about how much bee is his idol. I still miss him so much but it doesn't hurt so bad arcees advice about losing partners helps a lot. Now when we talk about bee its funny moments or memories of fighting side by side. Arcee and raf are still the saddest. I get why raf is and arcee had told us about them being fighting partners. I hear the alarm go off. someone is on the roof I expect it to be Fowler or mis.Darby so I ignore it then I hear a familiar voice. "Whay no warm welcome" its wheeljack I turn around. "Jackie" I say and give him one of so called famous death grips. "its good to see you too bulkhead" the rest of the team hears the noise and comes in highfire included. 

"highfire I'm glad to see you made it to team prime so is bumblebee all you hoped for. Where is the kid by the way" I walk forward and place my hand on his shoulder. "wheeljack bees dead" he looks confused at first then laughs. "Nice one bulk where is he hiding with a bucket of paint" I look at him with sadness and I know everyone else is to. "No no you .... You have to be lying please tell me your lying" he says desperately. His optics star to leak coolant. This is the first time I have seen him cry. I pull him into a hug and then lead him back up the elevator to bees grave. "How long has it been" he asks me "four months" and that is all I say. I leave him up their and go back down. "he really liked the kid" arcee said. "that's the first time I've seen him cry" I say and look down at my peds. "I never knew bee personally but he sounded like everyone liked him a lot" highfire says. "yeah he would have liked you" raf says. I was glad to see the kid finally moving past the really hard part. But we would never move past him not ever.

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