AN: I'm back! I'm in college now! And I STILL LOVE THIS SHOW! And I lost a lot of my urge to write transformers stories due to focusing more on my art. But, I haven't given up on this story and I'm honestly surprised it's still getting traffic since I abandoned you all, there's no excuse for it I complain when my favourite stories are abandoned and then I go and do the exact same thing. Thou I don't know if this story is anyone's favourite I'm honoured if it is. But now I'm in a better state of mind, I have better ingrish and I'm even more of a transformers nerd. Despite the gore I do enjoy reading this story, and I think the most important part of writing a story is that you, the writer enjoy reading it, there's no point making art for others to enjoy if y don't enjoy it yourself. Despite the first two chapters I think I really have a good hold on this story and I'm so happy that people still read it. I haven't stopped writing I'm just focused more on the dragon age fandom now due to it being my favourite game to ever fucking exist, like by jaysus give me a crossover. But no, transformers is my favourite fandom and has been for a very long time, other than Pokemon.

So, from now on, I'm going to be writing the aftermath chapters, I will most likely include Wheeljack, smokescreen and ultra assness but as extra chapters I want to finish the primary group first, get that out the way do some extra fluff chapters and stuff, some recuperation, emotional shit, Jack rabbits, maybe a bit a cliff jumper or shit cause damn do I love that dude. My literacy skills aren't perfect and I am dyspraxic and I will probably miss things out and I honestly beg you to tell me if you find a spelling mistake because chances are that I want. I hate finding spelling mistakes in books I'm reading, it bars the immersion and I want you all to enjoy everything I have to give.

Thank you, honestly.

Bumblebee: The Aftermath part 1

The drive was silent, god, was it silent. Raf didn't want to look out the window because one of Bee's wing mirrors was tainted a slightly blue colour. He could feel his companions stress from inside his cab, the tension was thick like sludge and it left a bad taste in his mouth. Raf had seen the bots kill before. He'd seen Bulkhead rip cons apart, he'd seen Arcee behead another mech, Optimus crush another's helm under his foot. God, he'd seen Bumblebee kill, his sweet friend Bumblebee, who cried unshed tears every time they watched a sad part of a movie, or picked up his own tools with such interest when Raf was building things. But, never like that.

Suddenly, the cab was too small, too hot. His skin felt clammy, cold on his fingers and his breath came in short gasps. He felt cold and hot at the same time, the hairs on his arms felt like knives, he suddenly hated the colour yellow.

"..Bee.." he groaned out, he felt sick.

"Bee! Stop! Stop!" And as if a switch had been flipped Raf felt himself quickly thrown into the back of his seat as Bumblebee ground to a sudden stop. He didn't notice this, he had to get out, get away. Away from bumblebee. He couldn't open the door fast enough and before long he found himself on the hot sand of Nevada, panting quickly and shuddering in a ball on the ground.

He heard the sound of transformation. God he hated that sound right then. How he loathed that sound. He expected worried beeps and whirrs that he honestly couldn't deal with at that exact moment, he couldn't, just, no. Instead, there was a stony silence from the other occupant in the area. When he gained the strength to rise and turn, he found that his companion had scooted away from him and now sat on the ground with his knees to his chest, he refused to look at him. The bright blue of his optics, so bright and bold and so young were filled with such a sorrow Raf doubted his own youth could truly grasp a hold of the guilt his partner, his brother, felt.

"Raf, I'm." A gasp that sounded way too much like a sob.

"I'm sorry" Raf thought that the bots couldn't cry, but that didn't mean they couldn't feel such heart wrenching sadness. Bumblebee's optics sparked near the corners, a Cybertronian version of crying. How could sparks, so bright and instant, feel so sad?

He gulped, his mouth felt raw.

"I know Bee' I know. I'm sorry too." He sighed and shook his head.

Bumblebee shook his in return and pawed at the earth almost starting to crawl towards him like a submissive dog but instead rocked backwards to his previous position.

"Why? You weren't the one who-" a gasp "lost control, what if you'd been too close, you could've- I could've-" and like a child whispering a secret that everyone else knew whispered "I could have killed you"

His optics continued sparking. Bumblebee didn't regret violently attacking Knockout, but regretted the fact that he had lost his temper. That he might have hurt Raf instead.

"What was that anyways? It's like you were a different bot. You felt so, different…" he trailed off unable to explain it to himself.

Bumblebee took a second to respond "it's called a familial or Creator protocol, depending on the relationship. If someone we consider, family is injured or in danger ,it activates outside of our control and for a short period of time we lose the ability to feel pain or register outside interference other than the immediate threat, our speed, strength and reaction time becomes quicker. We become violent. Untameable, animals. The most dangerous are femmes and creators, mechs don't have those sharp claws that femmes do other than seekers and mech seeker claws can snap sometimes because of their length. But creators are a whole new level of dangerous, the protocol has priority levels. The higher the level-"

"The more dangerous the bot. You thought I was going to die, didn't you?"

Bee lowered his head and slowly, silently nodded his helm once, almost too gentle to truly notice but Raf did, he always did. And suddenly he forgot everything.

"Oh, Bee" he rushed forwards to his companions helm to hug him and slowly, but carefully a large servo wrapped around him, so incredibly gentle.

"I couldn't lose you Raf, you're the closest thing I have to a brother, I couldn't. I'd have failed you if you had died, I've seen so many of my older brethren fall, but never anyone so young." He sobbed freely and Raf had to be careful to mind his sparking tears.

"You didn't, and you won't okay? I'm here, everyone's here, we are all safe." He whispered to his friends audials. Bumblebee nodded in reply and slowly his tears came to a stop in a shuddering sigh.

"We're both an absolute mess. I should get us both back to the hangar before Ratchet blows a gasket. Thank you."

"Sure thing bud' it's what family's for, right?" Raf replied, tension draining from his muscles.

Soon enough he was safely secured in the back seat of Bee's cab and while things were fine again, things had changed. Friends were now brothers and Raf had never felt more safe next to his oversized brother. He'd even forgotten that he'd hated the colour yellow for a split second of his life, but God did he love it now.

The rocky outlook of where their base was drew into his line of sight. He was fine, as long as he had his brother there to protect him.

He beep, he boop but most of all he protec the fluffy hair boi.