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Prologue

Redone and revamped

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As Bumblebee sat on the edge of the med-berth, the meeting with Ratchet played over and over in his head, 

"His vocal processor has been to badly damaged for me to salvage anything." Ratchet stood before Optimus Prime and the little yellow scout bot 

"Can nothing be done?" Prime's voice had been tight, 

"No. I'm sorry but there is nothing I can do at this point. He will most likely never speak again. I'm sorry." Optimus had looked at Bumblebee before leaving the room. 

'The universe hates me.' he thought with a sob 'I can never joke with the twins, I can't goof with Raph, or..' he sobbed harder at the next thought 'I can't help Optimus when he's stressed!!' As he sat there sobbing he failed to hear the door to the med-bay open 

"Are you alright?" a soft voice asked, startling Bumblebee out of his thoughts "Why are you crying?" Bumblebee turned away hiding his tears. "Are you hurt?" Bumblebee grunted, then his vocal processor turned against him sending him into a coughing fit. After it had abated Bee felt a hand cradle his injured throat, another press against his forehead laying it against their chest plate "Just relax, OK?" Bumblebee felt panic rise up as he realized this could be a decepticon "I'm not one of them. I promise." somehow that calmed his nerves, allowing him to register the fact that the stranger was now sitting behind him on the berth 

"Hush now, my baby

Be still love, don't cry

Sleep like you're rocked by the stream

Sleep and remember

My lullaby

And I'll be with you when you dream" The thrum of the others spark was lulling Bee to sleep 

"Thank you." the others grip tightened just slightly before spinning him around so his Audio receptor was resting on the others chassis, the others servos rubbing the area of his back strut in between his door wings, an extremely sensitive location. 

"I'll protect you forever. I promise, little Honeybee." 

POV switch

I look down at the boy, how much he has grown in his father's years of illness. I should contact Saberquake soon, It is time.          

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