Chapter 1

Bumblebee smiled at Prowl, running over to him as he came into the base.

"Hey Prowl," he said, eager for the ninja-bots attention, "What you got there?" Prowl sighed and showed him a small flower he had in a pot.

"It's a flower," he said, his voice becoming animated whenever he spoke about nature, "A very rare one actually according to the organics. They say there only found at certain places, and they only bloom at certain times." He seemed pleased with his find, but Bumblebee just couldn't understand it. How was a plant interesting? All it did was sit there and wilt. He took the plant pot out of Prowl's hand and looked closely at it.

"Bumblebee!" Prowl groaned, "Give it back!"

"In a minute ninja-bot," he said, inspecting the plant, "I just want to see what's so interesting about it."

"You'll break it!" Prowl complained, "Please?" Bumblebee sighed, resigned. He still couldn't see what was so good about it. Deciding to hand it back he held it out for Prowl to take. Prowl seemed relieved and reached out to take it back. But just as he was about to take it a loud bang disturbed the silence-causing Bumblebee to jump with shock. There was a quieter smash and Prowl stiffened. Oh slag no, Bumblebee thought in horror, please don't let that be…But sure enough it was and at Bumblebee's feet was the smashed flowerpot.

"Prowl…" he said in shock, "Prowl I…" But Prowl held up a hand to silence him. Bumblebee slightly relaxed, maybe he knew it was an accident and forgave him. He couldn't have been more wrong. Prowl's had quickly became a fist and he punched Bumblebee around the face, knocking him to the floor. Bumblebee gasped, never, not in a million years, would he ever think Prowl would hit him. But as he looked up now he saw Prowl was gone. He pushed himself to his feet numb inside, staring down at the plant. Gently he bent down and picked it up. It wasn't badly damaged and he could still see the colour of the petals and shape of the flower. He felt his faceplate where Prowl had struck him. I really hurt his feelings, Bumblebee thought, why am I such a glitch?! He growled at himself. I have to make it up to him, he thought and he glanced outside where the others were. Ratchet, Optimus, Bulkhead and Sari. Would they know anything about the flower? No! he thought, I can't get them involved. Infact I can't let Ratchet see me. He looked at his reflection. A slight bruise was starting to form there. He couldn't get Prowl in trouble. I'll go and find one, he thought, Prowl said it was really rare and it only grew in some places at certain times. Well then, he thought determinedly, I'll just have to go and look and not come back until I find one! After all, it's not like I'm a big teammate to lose. Tucking the plant safely away, he wrote a quick note to Prowl, leaving it by his door and transformed, driving quickly but silently out of the base and away from the others.

Prowl sighed, deep in mediation. He had been since…he didn't want to think about it. At first, he'd been furious. It had been an extreme chance of good luck, and Bumblebee had ruined it with his sheer stupidity and lack of concentration. But once he'd calmed down, he began to feel guilty for being so harsh on the younger bot. He clearly hadn't meant to smash the flower pot, it had been sheer misfortune, and horror that he could have hit the poor bot. Sighing again; he wondered why he hadn't heard anything yet. Had Bumblebee told the others? Surely if he had they would have been in here by now? Or had Bumblebee kept his mouth shut and just wandered into his room feeling sorry for himself? Either one was likely. Deciding he should go an apologize for acting so harshly, he got to his feet and pushed the door open, heading for the common room, not spotting the small folded piece of paper by his door. No one was in there so he decided to head for Bumblebee's room. He tried to open it but it was locked. He knocked on the door.

"Bumblebee?" he called but there was no response. Realizing that Bumblebee might not want to answer him, he opened the lock with his shruiken. Having expected to have been shouted at the second he opened the door, Prowl was shocked when he heard nothing, and saw no one. Looking inside, he saw the room was empty.

So he must be with the others then, Prowl thought, dread filling his tanks. It was going to be bad enough having to apologize to Bumblebee, let alone explain himself to his team. Sighing, Prowl started to head out to the others. As he passed his room, this time he did spot the paper. Blinking in surprise he bent down to pick it up. When he opened it out, he realized it was a note, scribbled in untidy scrawl:


I'm really really sorry for breaking the plant. I wish I wasn't such a glitch and ruined everything for you. But you don't have to worry. I've gone to find you a new plant, well the same one, but just another, oh you get the point. Anyway you don't have to worry about me anymore because I won't come back if I can't find the plant, I don't want to cause you more problems. I haven't told the others so they'll never know what happened.

I hope you can forgive me,


Prowl shuttered his optics in horror. He couldn't have, Prowl thought, no way could he have left for that…for me. Clasping the note in his hand he ran out to the others, his spark trembling with horror. Please, please let this all be Bumblebee's idea to make me feel guilty, Prowl begged inside his head, please don't let this be true.

"Hey Prowl," Sari said with a wave, her blue eyes or optics (only Primus knew which), "What's up?"

"Have any of you seen Bumblebee?" Prowl asked.

"Not since this morning," Sari said.

"I think I saw the kid go in a while ago," Ratchet said, "I haven't seen him since."

"What's wrong Prowl?" Optimus asked in concern when he saw the ninja-bot freeze, his optics wide, hardly daring to believe what he was hearing was true.

"Prowl?" Optimus asked again, laying a servo on his shoulder. Prowl shock himself and ran back into the base, ignoring the calls of the others behind him. It couldn't be true, it just couldn't. Prowl ran back into Bumblebee's now unlocked room.

"Bee!" he called, "Bee please! Answer me!" Prowl ran calling Bumblebee as he searched the base, but he never got an answer, and with a sinking feeling in his spark, he knew this wasn't a joke, it wasn't a guilt trip, it was true. Bumblebee had left because of him, because of his temper, before he had got so upset about a stupid worthless plant! Prowl's legs collapsed beneath him and he slumped to the floor. What had he done?

"Prowl!" Optimus called in alarm, "Prowl what's wrong? What's happened?" Prowl felt their leader help him to his feet, his worried team mates around him.

"He's gone…" Prowl said, looking at his pedes, "He's gone, and it's all my fault."

"What do you mean Prowl, who's gone?" Ratchet asked.

"Bumblebee," Prowl said flatly, "And he's never coming back."