Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers or any of the characters, Hasbro & Paramount Pictures does.
This story is a sequel to my earlier story, Little Brother, and will focus on Bumblebee and his relationships with his fellow Autobots and Megatron during Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. This story will also be much darker and more angsty than most of my other ones.
I will be referencing Litahatchee's wonderful idea of carrying from her story Night Fire, along with sparkshock and the femme/youngling bond, which I truly hope I do justice in this story. I would also like to recommend the story File Recovery by Xerios to anyone who has enjoyed my stories. It's excellent and a must read for anyone who may be interested in Megatron's past. And a huge thanks to MoonstarWorld for all of the help and inspiration she has given me for this story. Thank you.
Sparkling - Newborn
Youngling - Child
Italics - Thoughts
Breem - 8.3 Earth minutes
Joor - About 6.5 Earth hours
Orn - About 13 Earth day
Vorn - About 83 Earth years
New Divide - Chapter I - Broken Bonds
Two days prior to the Shanghai incident...
The quiet sounds of birds chirping and the wind rustling the leaves of the garden trees were a comfort to the young being nestled within the pale white garage. Little things like the faint hum of the air conditioner or the quick chittering of the nearby oak tree's resident squirrel was usually enough to lull the garage's occupant into a steady recharge. And this proved to be a good thing, after all, since the garage's inhabitant was at an age where proper recharge was especially vital to his continued upgrades and advancements. Then again, there were times when even the comfort of familiarity was unable to lull the young alien into slumber.
And tonight was proving to be one of those times.
Bumblebee sat comfortably in his alt form in the Witwicky garage, his naturally small frame easily squeezing between the various clutter that lined the white walls of the wooden shack. He had been having a relatively pleasant joor, spending most of it out in the sun while Sam and Mikaela gave him a good wash down. Earth was a fairly dusty and muddy planet, so regular washings were needed to keep the Autobots from developing a bad case of rust. Not that any of the Autobots were complaining, of course; a good wash down on such a regular basis was a novelty that most of them had not experienced in a very long time.
However, even a thorough washing and waxing was not enough to the ease the sharp pain that was gripping Bumblebee's spark.
The youngling had been feeling somewhat drained and ill over the past few orns, his entire frame aching from the angry pulses his spark kept sending out. He had not felt this kind of pain ever before in his life. Nevertheless, Bumblebee was pretty sure that he knew the reason behind his spark's suffering.
It was the death of his brother.
Although nearly two human years had passed since Megatron's death, such a time was infinitesimal when compared to the lifespan of a Cybertronian. And Bumblebee had never before felt such excruciating pain as when Megatron's spark had joined the Matrix. It had been absolutely spark-shattering, leaving a void so great that Bumblebee wondered if survival would be more of a curse than a blessing.
Ratchet had given the youngling a very thorough talk about bonds shortly after Mission City, explaining to Bumblebee why Optimus was in so much pain as a result of Megatron's death. Little did the medic know that Bumblebee was currently suffering from the exact same agony as their commander.
The spark bond that Bumblebee had shared with Megatron was the equivalent of that of a sibling; thus, making the loss of such a strong bond absolutely excruciating to the young mech. The loss of a sibling bond was one of the worst spark bond losses that a Cybertronian could ever experience. Only one loss was considered to be more painful and that was the loss of one's sparkmate. However, the big difference lay in the fact that sparkmates shared half a spark and the death of one sparkmate always resulted in the death of the other sparkmate. The same concept was applied to twins as well, since they shared the exact same spark.
Such a fate was not always the case for siblings.
Most Cybertronians did not have more than one sparkling during their lifetime, so siblings were not near as prevalent on Cybertron as they were on Earth. Only about one in every ten Cybertronians possessed a sibling, be they from the same creators or from the All-Spark. Siblings shared exactly one-fourth of their sparks with one another through the spark bond; and if one sibling were to die, the other would be left with one-fourth of their spark gone.
Until the war had begun, it was rare for Cybertronians to die early because of their long-lived lifespan. As a result, most siblings died together from severe old age and most creators died long before their creations passed into the Matrix. It was much easier for the created to survive the death of their creators than for the creators to survive the death of a sparkling or youngling.
However, as the war rapidly progressed, the Cybertronians became much more familiar with the damages such losses caused to the survivor's spark. Most siblings and creators survived the deaths of their loved ones, their sparks continuing to live long after the loss had occurred. Unfortunately, the painful void left in the spark as a result of these losses was permanent and would haunt the survivor for the rest of their life. Many mechs and femmes would have considered death to be a preferred alternative to the unbearable pain that resulted from such a gaping void in their spark.
It was possible for survivors to draw comfort from others whom they shared spark bonds with, such as their sparkmate or their other creator. In spite of this, by this point in time the war had taken such a toll on the Cybertronian race that most mechs and femmes had very few left with whom they possessed spark bonds. Most Cybertronians, especially Autobots, had lost the majority of those they had shared spark bonds with, namely their creators and extended relatives.
After all, there were only five types of spark bonds: those between a creator and their created; those between siblings; those between sparkmates; those between extended relatives; and those between all femmes and younglings.
Bumblebee had tried numerous times to interact with Optimus's spark, but each and every time he had been pushed away by the older mech. The young mech had never felt so alone as he did at this point in time. True, he had Sam and Mikaela as friends and had the other Autobots here on Earth with him. Ironhide's presence was a huge help and Bumblebee often went to his guardian when he just wanted to be reassured that someone was there for him.
But it was the spark interaction that Bumblebee needed, very badly.
No one besides Optimus knew what Bumblebee was suffering through, but for some reason the Autobot commander simply refused to wholly embrace the spark bond that he shared with the yellow youngling. The regal Autobot had embraced it when the scout had been younger, but had gradually pulled away as Bumblebee grew older and older, especially after the youngling had received his third-frame when he was about the Cybertronian equivalent of a ten-year-old Earth child.
And now, when Bumblebee was about the equivalent of a fifteen-year-old Earth child, the interaction was almost nonexistent.
Bumblebee tried his hardest to keep up his cheerful façade. He was, after all, a naturally outgoing and friendly mech. He always put the well-being of his comrades and friends above his own feelings and health. It was just the way he was programmed, and Bumblebee would not have it any other way. Nevertheless, sometimes the pain and grief just became too much and even cheerful little Bumblebee could not twitter and laugh his problems away.
The loss of Megatron had hit the youngling's spark hard, much harder than he had expected given their overall relationship. But, as Ratchet had said, the outward relationship of two bonded individuals did not matter; only the bond between the two sparks mattered.
And the bond that Bumblebee had had with Megatron was of the strongest kind.
The youngling whimpered in pain, his spark twisting in its casing as wave after wave of pulses traveled through the void that had once been filled by Megatron's dark and powerful presence. Now it was just…
The shame and mortification that Bumblebee felt from actually missing such a bond was almost enough to make him overheat with worry at times. What would the other Autobots think if they found out about his relation to Megatron? Would they hate him? Would they be disgusted by him?
A sudden, horrible thought flashed through Bumblebee's processor and he felt his vents clamp shut in realization. What would Ironhide think?
Bumblebee felt his tanks churn in terror at the thought of his guardian finding out about his relation to the Decepticon Lord. After all, Ironhide absolutely despised any and all Decepticons. And if Megatron was a Decepticon and Bumblebee was related to him in such a strong way, then surely that meant that Bumblebee had the capacity to be swayed by his spark bond to the tyrannical mech. If Ironhide ever found out such a terrible thing, then he would disown Bumblebee without a second thought.
Ironhide was the closest thing Bumblebee had to a father-figure. If Ironhide were to disown him, well, Bumblebee didn't know if he would be able to survive that kind of harsh rejection. The immense black mech had always been there for him, sheltering him from the unforgiving realities of the universe. And if Bumblebee were to suddenly have that protection and comfort snatched away from him…
Well, Bumblebee preferred not to think about it.
The weapons specialist was one of the few constants that existed in Bumblebee's young world. Ironhide was both his protector and his father, giving the youngling his own form of gruff affection whenever they were within each other's presence. And it was that stern love that gave Bumblebee the urge to prove himself.
Unfortunately, Bumblebee highly doubted that even Ironhide's love for him would survive if the weapons specialist learned of the youngling's dark secret. And without both Optimus and Ironhide there to protect him, Bumblebee would surely be kicked out of the Autobot ranks or perhaps even executed for treason. Primus knew that there was enough hatred by some for the Decepticons that they would gladly seize the chance to kill a mech who had in any way been deceiving them.
Intense fear gripped the youngling's spark like a vice. What would he do if any of the others found out about his spark bond? Surely they would all turn against him. It was only logical that they would not trust Bumblebee after he had kept such a large secret for so many vorns.
I'm a traitor, thought Bumblebee, tears of energon welling in his optics when the thought crossed his processor, I never told them that I could sense Megatron.
The thought was so upsetting that Bumblebee unconsciously slipped out of his alt mode, transforming back to his bipedal form without realizing it. His foot accidentally hit a stack of boxes on his left side, knocking them over in his distress and surprise. A half-breem passed before Bumblebee was willing to move again, worried that he had awoken Sam and his parents in his own stupidity and weakness. Once he was sure that the human family was still sleeping, Bumblebee relaxed a little and leaned back against one of the sturdier garage beams.
Another wave of pain shot through Bumblebee's spark, the empty void creating a perfect place for the pulses to slowly and agonizingly drift through before they went into the fuller areas of his spark. The intense agony was almost becoming too much for him to bear and Bumblebee almost felt like his systems were going to shut down.
I deserve this, thought Bumblebee, curling up into a fetal position when another shot of pain cut through his spark, I should have told them and then maybe Jazz would not be off-line. It's all my fault!!
Bumblebee let out a low whine, his battered voice capacitor wheezing from the high-pitched decibels it was unable to reproduce. He did not have anyone to go to with his problems anymore. If Bumblebee went to any of his fellow Autobots, he would surely be cast out from the ranks and deemed a traitor. Perhaps that was why Optimus had not been accepting their bond, because Bumblebee had never come to him about the spark bond he shared with Megatron.
Everyone knew Optimus was related to Megatron, but they also knew that their bond had been mostly cut off thousands of vorns ago. But with Bumblebee, he had never told anyone about his spark bond with the Decepticon Lord, so the Autobots would have every right to suspect the yellow youngling of subterfuge if he were to come out and tell them his secret now. And to top it all off, Bumblebee had never once tried to cut off his spark bond with Megatron.
Bumblebee had been so desperate for spark interaction at times that he had openly sought out Megatron through the spark bond. The Decepticon Lord had never turned him away, but nor had he ever gone out of his way to comfort the youngling. However, he had always left the bond open, never once closing it off.
And it had become a hidden comfort to Bumblebee over the vorns.
Maybe that really was why Optimus had not accepted their bond, even after Megatron's death. The All-Spark had told Bumblebee that Optimus was the individual responsible for his creation, and the youngling had assumed that Optimus would have accepted him after the death of their dark brother at Mission City. However, that did not seem to be the case.
Sparklings only came from two places: the All-Spark or the union between a mech and a femme. And from what the All-Spark had told him, Bumblebee had come from neither.
I don't understand, thought Bumblebee for what felt like the thousandth time, If I truly came from Optimus, how could his sparkmate not be involved?
All-Spark sparklings did not have creators, and therefore did not share a spark bond with their caretakers. The spark bond that Bumblebee shared with Optimus had a different feel to it than the ones that Ratchet had described existing between both creator and created. However, it was equally strong and Bumblebee did not for an astrosecond doubt his direct link to Optimus Prime.
His bond with Optimus felt like it was a mixture between that of a creator and that of a sibling. It was a weird bond and unlike any Bumblebee had read about in the multiple data-chips Ratchet had given him about twenty human months ago. Not one of the many descriptions in the chips had fit the bond he shared with the Autobot commander. He had soon come to the conclusion that his bond was a one-of-a-kind bond.
Still, Bumblebee could not for the life of him figure out the reason why their spark bond was so peculiar. It was a mystery to him.
Nevertheless, maybe the Autobot commander knew that Bumblebee had embraced his spark bond with the Decepticon Lord and that was why Optimus had not changed his treatment toward the youngling even after the All-Spark's destruction. Perhaps Optimus was disgusted by him and was purposely shutting Bumblebee out as a punishment for his interaction with their darker sibling.
The thought made Bumblebee feel very cold inside, his external vents huffing at the mere possibility of such a cruel rejection. He had been spending very little time with the other Autobots too. Optimus had strictly told him that he was to guard Sam, and not worry about the missions he and the other Autobots had been performing with the newly formed NEST squadron.
Perhaps Optimus doubted his abilities as well.
Bumblebee poked at a grease stain on the garage floor, his spark pulsing with shame that suddenly seemed to wash over him. His small size had always been a problem and there really was not too much he could do to assist the others on the battlefield. He was excellent at gathering intelligence; but on the actual battlefield, he tended to be more of a nuisance than anything else. He did not possess the speed or dexterity that had made Jazz such an effective fighter, nor was he able to camouflage himself behind an invisible electro-disruptor shield like Mirage.
It was probably best that Optimus and the others had left him behind with the Witwicky family.
The youngling jumped in surprise when his com-link suddenly started to buzz, knocked effectively out of his reverie by the loud noise. He swiftly switched it on and listened attentively to the communicator on his left wrist plate, wondering who would message him so late at night.
"Bumblebee?" asked a voice suddenly over his com-link.
The youngling perked up slightly at the familiar voice, happy to hear the sound of his guardian's gruff tone when his spark was churning with such terrible turmoil. Despite his intense fears, Bumblebee still needed to hear that rough voice and allowed all of the warm feelings that came with it to wash over his tired frame.
"Yes," Bumblebee rasped in reply, his voice capacitor straining over the one word like it was a thousand word paper. "I…am…here."
"Hey!!" snapped the brusque voice, "What have I told you about trying to talk?! Do you want to destroy your vocal capacitor completely?"
"No," wheezed Bumblebee, the gears in his throat grinding painfully together, "But…other…ways…too…imper…sonal."
"I don't give a slag if they're impersonal, you shouldn't be talking with your vocal capacitor," scolded Ironhide, his voice taking on a stern tone like he had when Bumblebee had been a tiny sparkling, "Now switch over to your messaging system before I tell the Hatchet that you've been talking without your radio."
Bumblebee buzzed in annoyance, not at all pleased by the scolding that he was receiving from his grumpy guardian. The youngling would like to see how Ironhide would fare without a voice for countless vorns on end. The old mech would probably go fritzy from not being able to insult people and bark out orders. Instead, he'd probably just blow up everything that pissed him off and then go stomping off in a huff when Optimus reprimanded him.
There, it's off, are you happy now? Bumblebee sent in text form.
"Yes, very," responded Ironhide, his voice taking on a decidedly calmer tone now that his adopted youngling had done as he was told to, "Now, you were briefed by the Hatchet on our next mission, right?"
Bumblebee nodded his head unconsciously, Affirmative.
"Good, then you know how important it is that you and that little organic friend of yours don't cause any trouble while we're gone, understand?"
The youngling twittered with indignation, We never cause any trouble, it is you who does that! You are always trying to blow stuff up!
Ironhide's deep rumble of laughter over the com-link sent a chill down the young mech's frame, alerting him to what kind of mission the other Autobots must be going on if the old weapons specialist was this maliciously excited. Laughter such as this from his guardian could only mean one thing and that was…
"If the reports out of this China country are anything to go by, then it would seem that I'm going to be blowing up plenty of stuff in the coming joors," answered the oldest Autobot with an ominous chuckle. "And I'll finally get a chance to test out this brand new weapons system in my right cannon."
Bumblebee rolled his optics at his guardian's trigger-happy ways, totally used to the ravenous excitement Ironhide possessed when it came to blowing up 'Cons. And with that thought, Bumblebee felt his entire frame seize up and his young spark quiver with an intense fear. And it soon became obvious that Bumblebee's fear was so strong and potent that even Ironhide could feel it across their much weaker bond.
"Bumblebee?!" shouted Ironhide, his voice taking on a serious and even slightly frightened tone through the com-link, "What's wrong!?"
The combination of violent pulses of pain that were ripping through the void in Bumblebee's spark along with the extreme fear of possibly being found out and rejected was resulting in the overheating of the young mech's internal systems. And it was with great difficulty and stubbornness that Bumblebee was finally able to push those feelings aside and respond to his guardian's increasingly frantic inquiries.
"I…am…fine," rasped Bumblebee, his hand unconsciously gripping the plates over his spark as he tried to fight off the pain, "Voice…capaci…tor…hurts."
Bumblebee knew it was a lame excuse, but was desperately hoping that Ironhide would just accept it and move on. Of course, he also should not have doubted the strong intuitiveness of his cannon-totting guardian.
"Don't you dare lie to me, Bumblebee!!" snarled Ironhide over the link, his voice a mixture of anger and worry for his youngling, "Now tell me the truth!!"
"I…am…fine!" argued Bumblebee, furiously suppressing the pain in his spark so that Ironhide could not even remotely sense it no matter how hard he tried, "I…am…just a…little…tired."
"Bumblebee…" growled Ironhide in a warning tone, and he probably would have continued to push through the youngling's emotional barriers if it were not for the other deep voice that suddenly appeared in the background, "I'm busy right now, so slag off!"
The distressed youngling took the opportunity to wish his guardian luck before swiftly switching off the com-link. He had recognized the voice in the background and Optimus was currently the last mech Bumblebee wanted to talk to right now. Especially since Bumblebee now suspected the reasons behind Optimus's refusal to embrace their spark bond.
With a quiet whine, Bumblebee leaned back against the pillar and waited for the sun to rise over the horizon. He would not be getting anymore recharge tonight.
Well, here's the first chapter, I hope I did not butcher Bumblebee's personality too much. This story will be a direct continuation of Little Brother, but will have a much darker theme to it, which is obviously due to the deaths that occurred in the movie. I would highly suggest reading my other stories before this one, just to have a better understanding of the main plotline and ideas used in this story. Well, other than that, I hope this chapter lived up to expectations and if anyone has any suggestions or requests, just post them in a review or message. Thank you for reading!!