Looking at the destruction of the planet Earth from a tall hill, after the mighty war with Unicron, Optimus Prime, the last prime and leader of the Autobots, sighed deeply. Remembering the first arrival on Earth and how everything had changed.

Ratchet, Ironhide, Jazz, their deaths and so many more were still angering the great prime. They didn't deserve to die. The betrayal of his former leader, Sentinal Prime, deeply shook Optimus. Never would he have imagined the outcome of those years. Never.

Optimus sighed again, crossed his arms and pinched the bridge of his nose. The new team were filled with bots Optimus was never really comfortable with. He never got to know them like he did his original prime team. Oh how he missed them. When Ratchet would get grumpy and throw his tools at the team. How Ironhide would point his guns at someone and call them punk. How Jazz learned human language and tested it out on the other very confused bots. Those were the days.

He missed them deeply. Feeling like part of his spark was missing and he knew that part of him was still grieving. Optimus was starting to wish that he could turn back time and prevent those deaths. Alone. Empty. Emotionless. That's how he was described by the new humans and bots these days.

But there was only one bot who knew better. Optimus allowed himself to smile. Still one of the youngest, most bright, and cheerful, kind bots he knew. Bumblebee. Little Bee was still living. Alive and well loved by everyone. Fought his spark out for every battle and everyone around him. He stood by Optimus's side even when Optimus was being controlled by Unicron and almost killed his tiny scout.

Looking at the team below him from the hill, Optimus frowned. Bumblebee was nowhere in sight. Glancing around him, Optimus still couldn't find the young bot.

Just as he was about to leave the hill, a smaller hand tapped his shoulder and startled the great warrior. Wiping around, he came face to face with Bumblebee. His used to be bright baby blue eyes were wide with worry yet with care. Optimus smiled warmly at the youngling, who greatly returned it.

Looking over the youngling, Optimus's smile vanished. Bumblebee still had the greatest injuries by far. His right door wing was gone and there was shredded remains left behind on his back. His faceplate had numerous dents and scars from various weapons and bots. His usual bight blue baby eyes were a dim hazel blue from the stress of leading the Autobots. His torso was wrapped up with dried energon in it. He was leaning on his left side because his right leg had been crushed.

Bumblebee, being the warrior that he is, had taken on the greatest and most dangerous challenge ever. He had fought Optimus to the (almost) death.

Optimus looked away from Bee, remembering the horrid memory of being under Unicron's control. He had almost killed his most trusted ally and the one he had cared for and protected. And he felt so guilty.

"Optimus."

Snapping back to reality he glanced back at Bee very slightly.

"I know what you're thinking and you need to stop." Bumblebee said. He crossed his arms and scowled at the prime.

"I've tried Bee, but I ju..."

"Try harder."

Bumblebee had come around Optimus and stood face to face with him. Bee was the only one allowed to talk to Optimus that that now. And Optimus knew how angry Bee could get and how stubborn he was.

"I know little one. But seeing you like that is..."

"Then don't look at me."

"It's hard not too young one."

Rolling his eyes, Bumblebee sighed, "I know you blame yourself for what happened Boss Bot. I get it but you know yourself that what happened wasn't your fault."

"I know that Bee." Optimus arugued. "I just can't get over the idea of what if I woke up and you were dead because I couldn't fight of Unicron."

"But I'm not dead Optimus." Bumblebee stated. "You held back from the final blow because you knew it was me."

Optimus sighed. He walked past Bee and sat down on the hill. He propped his knees up and put his head in them with his arms wrapped around this calfs.

"I don't know what I'd do if you had been killed Bee." Optimus whispered, knowing very well the Bee heard it.

"I know what you'd do." Bee sat down next to him.

"And what would I do?"

"You would go on without me. You would pick your head up, keep it up high, and keep fighting no matter what. Because going down isn't what you taught me growing up. You taught me that no matter what happens, to always keep fighting because life is a black hole of living hell and isn't fair. If I had been killed, well then, it happened. I know you blame yourself for what happened but don't anymore. I don't blame you. No one does. And if you keep blaming yourself, I'm going to pull a Ratchet and throw hammers at your head until you listen." Bumblebee said. As he was talking Optimus had lifted his head and started smiling.

"I taught you well didn't I." Optimus smirked.

"Smirking back, Bee said, "Naw that was all mom."

Laughing a little, Optimus put his arm around Bee's shoulders and pulled him close.

"I'm proud of you Bee."

"Thanks Optimus." Bumblebee said, putting his head in Optimus's shoulder and snuggling close to his leader. "I hope you know that during the whole time you were under Unicron's control, I was stuck with younglings who had no respect!"

Laughing out loud now Optimus smiled, "Now you know how I feel."

"Shut it old man." Bee groaned. He then smiled, "but thanks for everything Optimus. I'm really honored to have fought by your side all this time."

"The honor is mine Bumblebee. You've shown so much growth over the years and I am forever grateful to have called you my scout and son."

"Thanks dad. I love you."

"I love you too Bee."