AUTHORS NOTES (plz read?); For those new and old reading this, this is a complete and utter reboot of the version I started in 2009; as in, I am going/have gone through every chapter and have just edited, smoothed over and tweaked a few things in this story. Prowl doesn't like Bee romantically anymore; it's just the family love now (I'm sure the only reason I had him so during the initial writing of this was I was feeling ridiculously guilty, because Bee-Prowl was my favourite Animated pairing, and here I was writing this. Looking back now, it was just unnecessary). I cut most of the unnecessary swearing. Made it not so brutal in some scenes. Cleaned up phrasing and grammar issues (don't hold me to it! There are probably still some lil sneaky mistakes in here :P).

I hope previous fans don't mind, as the changes in general are almost unnoticeable, but it had to be done. People are ever changing, and from now to then, I have become an extremely different person from the one I was then, and coming back to this story and reading it gave me moments when I just CRINGED. But, I still love the genre, the pairing, the story! So don't panic. And the second is on it's way too.

Disclaimer: Tranformers! …Ain't mine. That's Hasbro's amazing luck. But they're pretty cool, I think we can trust them with it :)

Bumblebee hated being disturbed from his morning recharge. And it happened to him more often than not too; Prowl waking with a cheerful toss of shuriken for recharging in, Bulkhead shaking him awake in excitement, or on most occasions Sari running into his room full pelt and literally climbing all over him, yelling his name.

Yes, he often got his fair share of annoying wake-up calls. There was even that time when Prowl wired channel Rockstar02 into Bumblebee's personal speakers and flicked it on at 5:00am (the time Prowl liked to watch the sun rise and meditate peacefully in his tree). To be frank, Bumblebee had made sure Prowl never got any peace and quiet on that particular day. If Bumblebee couldn't sleep in and have peace, neither could Prowl.

On this particular day Bumblebee groaned and rolled over as a loud crash broke through his peaceful morning recharge. Bulkhead's up, he inwardly sighed, trying to deny the inevitable; if Bulkhead was up, no doubt he would come and wake him pretty soon. There was the sound of shouts and a split second later, gunfire.

Bumblebee groaned again. That was Optimus, telling Sentinal to frag off on the communicator…-wait- GUNFIRE?!

Bumblebee shot up and scrambled out of his berth in a flurry of movement, falling off the berth in his rush. He smashed his door open and ran into the hallway, where Ratchet came up alongside him, running towards the noise as well. The sound of gunfire was getting louder as they ran through the hallways.

'Ratchet-,' Bee gasped. 'What's happening?!'

'I don't know kid. I don't know.' Ratchet gravely mumbled. They ran full pelt through their base and skidded around the corner to catch sight of the huge hole that now dominated their living room wall.

In it stood Blitzwing, shouting angrily and shooting various missiles towards Optimus and Prowl. Optimus dodged them, swinging with his axe as Blitzwing lunged forward. Prowl darted through the rafters and sent a shower of shuriken towards Blitzwing, who yelped and roared indignantly when a few embedded themselves in his upper thigh plating. Lugnut was locked in furious combat with Bulkhead, both of them destroying the building around them each time a fist was thrown and a hit was successful.

'Down, kid!' Ratchet shouted as he pushed Bumblebee down to shield him from the debris that rained upon them from the ceiling as one of Blitzwings 'surprises' exploded there.

Bumblebee gaped in horror from under Ratchet as he watched their Earth home crumble around them like it was made of glass. There was a shout and the huge TV that he, Sari and Bulkhead often played games on exploded outwards, showering everyone in the room with tiny droplets of cut glass; beautiful but deadly.

Bumblebee watched as an April's Fools prank he had set up the previous day crashed to the ground and purple paint splattered over the smashed TV.

Sari had explained April Fools to him as best she could, and Bee had been delighted that a day in human culture had been set aside especially for pranks. That was his kind of day! He had immediately overtaken the base with traps everywhere he could the past night, unable to wait for the entertainment he would get the next day. It looked like he would never get to see any of his pranks now.

Bumblebee's optics widened to be overtaken by panicked grief and a furious boiling anger as Lugnut got lucky and smashed his best friend in the face. As Ratchet heaved himself to his feet and started covering Optimus with his magnetic powers, stopping missiles in mid-air and catching bits of the huge collapsing ceiling Bumblebee jumped up and ran toward Lugnut.

He unearthed his stingers and fired, aiming for Lugnut. The shots hit Lugnut's back, sizzled, and bounced off. Lugnut turned a split-second in surprise to gauge the stinging damage on his back, in which Bulkhead seized. He leaped forward and smashed Lugnut with his giant wreaking ball, sending the giant Decepticon flying into what was left of the wall that had once shielded Prowl's room- and tree- from view. It collapsed, and the birds that Prowl had rescued and cared for were sent up in a cloud of terrified shrieking and flapping wings.

Bulkhead gave Bumblebee a quick smile and a 'Good on ya, lil' buddy!'

Bee smiled before quickly checking Bulkhead over. 'You okay?' he asked, his vision swimming quickly over Bulkhead's large frame. Bulkhead grinned, touched that even in the heat of battle their close bond held firm. 'I'm fine,' he proudly stated, having a rare moment where he completely adored his giant size and strength. It might have been a liability in everyday life, especially on earth, but it proved its worth in time like this, when he was protecting everything he held dear.

A loud crash and a curse that sounded familiarly grumpy reminded them of the deathly moment they had gotten caught in.

'You help Boss-bot,' Bulkhead said. 'I've got Lugnut handled!' before rushing toward the struggling giant.

'Got ya!' Bee shouted, sprinting in the other direction immediately. There was no way he was going near Lugnut. Years of experience had taught him NOT to get into confrontation with bots twice your size, and it didn't help if said big bots were Decepticon.

Bumblebee dashed along the rocky floor of their smashed home and spotted Blitzwing through all the dust. He was locked in hand-to-hand combat with Optimus, his axe and a brutally torn off rocket launcher lying abandoned a few metres away. Bumblebee felt his fuel pump stall when he couldn't see Ratchet, but it was calmed in a minute, as the grumpy medic was kneeling on the ground to his right over a statis locked Prowl. His fuel pump stopped again.

Telling himself over and over in a kind of slow panicky stupor that Ratchet was a good medic and Prowl would be on his feet in no time, Bumblebee wasted no time in sprinting toward the Decepticon and Autobot leader, his mind set, pushing all terrified thoughts away.

Using his wheels to speed himself up, he sped towards the two and leapt into the air just as he was about to crash into Blitzwing's back panels. Using the energy he built up he crashed into Blitzwing's shoulders and grabbed at his face, sending the decepticon stumbling backwards.

Optimus wasted no time in using it to his advantage. Leaping forward in a roll he quickly grabbed his axe and sprung up.

'Bumblebee, move!' He shouted as he swung his axe with the force of a freight train. Bee barely had enough time to wildly clamber onto Blitzwings right shoulder audios in panic. Blitzwing registered the movement behind him and Optimus's shout in time to figure what was going to happen. He dived to the side with Bumblebee clamped to his right shoulder, Optimus's axe nicking his left shoulder plate.

'Damn!' Optimus cursed uncharacteristically as Blitzwing got to his feet, a shiny new slice glinting from his shoulder. Blitzwing's face swivelled to hothead. 'Ah will kill zu and chop zu until you are zead!' he half-growled, half-shouted, readying his missile launchers. Optimus steadied his axe, and the two faced off with a very unhappy forgotten Bumblebee clinging to Blitzwing's shoulder. But, until further events unfolded, Bumblebee was happy for it to stay that way.

Optimus tensed as Blitzwing face suddenly swirled until it landed on icy, whose eyes widened, his gaze focused over Optimus's shoulder. Optimus whirled around and Bumblebee followed Blitzwing's optics to Lugnut, who was in the process of slamming his fist into the ground, energy crackling around him.

'Lugnut, don't-!' Icy Blitzwing yelled a second too late, suddenly not so icy anymore.

A gigantic boom echoed throughout the morning air as plasma electricity pulsed its way through the ground, engulfing the whole base in a captivating but deadly electronic-blue sphere, the contents inside exploding.

Jolts of energy raced through Bumblebee and Blitzwing as everything around him danced in and out of view behind his shuttering optics. Bumblebee could do not do more than whimper and cling tighter to Blitzwing as he danced about in hothead, screaming in rage and pain as the sparks jolted around them.

Blitzwing opened his wings and yanked himself upright, leaping into the air and shooting upwards and out of the pulsating sphere, leaving sparks stretching behind as if reaching hungrily for Blitzwing. Bumblebee, now paralysed, could do nothing as his trashed home and his family were left behind on the ground, getting smaller and smaller.

Blitzwing cursed, his face stuck on hothead, as he finally stopped and hovered in the air kilometres above the crumbled building, briskly shaking the static from his wings. 'Lugnut!' he shouted, his voice more loud than aggressive. 'Now… what have I told you about using ze punch... when I'm on ze grounzd?!'

Lugnut slowly rose out of the now smoking building, his razors beating the wind relentlessly, pushing the smoke away. 'It was called for, if we were to gain wonderful victory for our glorious leader Megatron!' Was Lugnut's curt and even more high-pitched reply.

'Victory haz not been gained yet,' Blitzwing said as Icy as he reached a hand into a small storage compartment to retrieve something small and round. Bumblebee's vents hitched as the hand passed by him within an inch of his head. It seemed that Blitzwing had either forgotten about him or the effects of the paralysing state rendered him slightly numb. Bumblebee himself could start to feel the movement coming back to his servos, but it still rendered him pretty unmovable. Seeing as he was no where near as strong as Blitzwing, it was no surprise that Blitzwing was hardly affected by it at all.

Blitzwings face switched to everybody's favourite: random. He clicked a button on the round thing, and it instantly expanded, beeping rapidly. 'Go boom with a bang, litdle Autobots!' Random crackled as he raised his and dropped the thing.

As the thing dropped, Bumblebee realised what it was with a panicked jolt. A bomb! Blitzwing was dropping a bomb onto his family!

Time seemed to slow as Bumblebee watched in a horrified yet disbelieving manner, the moment pressing down on him. There was a split second of silence, as if the world were holding its breath (along with Bumblebee), then-

KA-BOOOOOOM!

Bee's spark spluttered and hitched as the building below him exploded. Exploded, just like that. He didn't even get a last glimpse of it. And Optimus, Bulkhead, Ratchet and Prowl...? Where they alive? …How could they? Everything was gone. He gulped, his processor trying desperately to scramble through his thoughts.

He continued to stare with wide optics at the mess below. Hundreds of small green things fluttered around the smouldering site like dancing fairies, those little things Sari loved so much. Bumblebee realised they were the leaves. The leaves of Prowl's tree. Everything…

….Gone.

His vents started to intake air rapidly, and his central systems threatened to shut down. He couldn't think; they couldn't be gone, they're still alive, they have to be….they are, they have to be…

Bee's optics scanned over the mess once more, dreading seeing a lifeless visor or a familiar comforting servo that had once patted his shoulder panel. Instead, as if Primus answered his silent prayers, he caught sight of a fire truck and an ambulance peeking cautiously from behind another abandoned factory three blocks down. They were still for a few moments before slowly backing out of sight.

Bumblebee's air vents hurt as he slowly calmed himself, trying to keep the noise down. His relief was almost as hard to take in as his fear. He started repeating, 'they're alive they're alive they're alive,' to himself as he tired not to shake. That was Ratchet and Optimus- it had to be. And if Ratchet and Optimus were alive, so were Prowl and Bulkhead. Bumblebee could feel the motion starting to come back to his body now. He was fully functional again.

'They're alive they're alive they're alive…'

Bumblebee's mindless ramblings was interrupted by a voice he really didn't want to hear right now.

'Vat do ve hav 'ere?'

Blitzwing reached behind his back with difficulty and grabbed Bee, pulling the still slightly paralysed youngling and holding him to his face.

'You had that on your back the whole time? Disgusting! Hurry up and destroy it now in the name of our one and only leader, the great Megatron!' Lugnut growled. 'Now come! Our glorious leader deserves to learn of our victory, and that the Autoscum is dead!' And with that, he moved off, towards the Decepticon base, leaving Bee dangling in the hands of the very powerful and very crazy Decepticon. He gulped. At least if the other were to kill him, he would have made it quick. Primus knew what was going to happen to him now.

Blitzwing hovered there, the only sound his jet stabilisers humming as Bumblebee stared at horror at Blitzwing's icy face, his processor overloading with a million panicked thoughts. Blitzwing started back, his face unreadable. It clicked to Hothead.

'Ja! Let's explode him into a million ga-zillion itty bitty pieces!' He shouted with delight.

Random appeared. 'Yez! Pretty boom-booms in da sky!' he crackled, shaking Bee slightly, who could only curse Primus now for not only his tiny size, but his bad luck and knack for attracting attention (which was quite usual because of his small size).

Another deadly frusssshhh! came as Blitzwing's face changed to Icy. Icy stared at Bee for a while, which caused Bumblebee to squirm in his hand, wondering dimly how his future would turn out if he had one at all and franticly trying to move his tinging appendages.

Icy slowly smiled. An evil, sadistic one that Bumblebee did not like the look of. It made him want to purge his tanks continually on the ground.

'I hav an idea…' Icy slowly stated.

frusssshhh!

'OOHHH!' Random trilled happily. 'YES, YES, GOOD IDEA! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!'

Bee's optics widened in fear.

'W-what-'

Zck!

The last thing Bee remembered as black dominated his vision was the maniac face of Blitzwing laughing evilly into the morning sky.