Chapter 1:

Hello, folks! It is me once again to bring you another brand new story! This time, about Transformers! This plot bunny has been going on my mind for the past few days, and since I never leave plot bunnies unattended, I decided to write this today! Hope you'll like it!

WARNING!

Major character deaths! Don't like, don't read!

Witwicky Residence

"Ah, come on Bee! It's just for one year. We'll see each other again." Sam Witwicky promised to the depressed yellow Autobot scout.

It's been already two years since the final battle in Chicago. With the defeat of Megatron and Sentinel Prime, all remaining Decepticons high-tailed it out of Earth in fear of the Autobots and human strike team N.E.S.T. And so, Optimus Prime and the rest of his team has fully dedicated themselves into eradicating major human terrorists group around the world to prevent mankind from suffering the same fate as Cybertron.

As for Sam, two-time hero and saviour of the world, he finally got the chance to live in peace. With his wife Carly Brooks-Spencer, they purchased a nice cozy home somewhere near the Autobot base. With this set up, he could still visit Bumblebee and the others while working at Accureta.

However, when news of Carly's pregnancy reached Sam's parents, they immediately demanded that he lived in his former house for a whole year in order to watch over Carly. After some debate and arguments, Sam has decided to just give in to their wishes. After all, it will be their first grandson, and they will want to see him immediately after he is born.

This was the cause of Bumblebee's distress, as he realized he will have to be separated from his friend once again.

"Don't be sad, Bee." Sam said as he patted the young Autobot in the foot. "We can still see each other via video calls. And whenever you have free time, you can visit us too. Maybe even take Wheelie and the others with you."

"But why can't I just live together with you? What if the Decepticons return, or you need a car to take Carly in the hospital?" Bee said desperately through the radio.

Sam smiled sadly at his friend. "Bee, listen to me carefully," He said as he stared directly at his optics. "There will come a time when I have to do things on my own and for you to take your own path. You've protected me all these years, and most of the time it endangered your life too. I can't be always with you. You know that. Human lives are short compared to your race. Eventually, I will die of sickness or old age. You have to learn how to live, even without me. Can you promise me that?"

Bumblebee gazed sorrowfully at his friend before nodding dejectedly.

"You're the best, Bumblebee." Sam said as he patted his foot one last time. Then, an idea suddenly struck him.

"How about this, why don't you drive me and Carly to the airport? For old time's sake?"

At this, Bumblebee brightened up considerably before quickly transforming into his alt mode.

Sam chuckled at this. "Not too excited, are we?" He said before Carly's voice called from inside the house.

"Baby! Go pack your things now! Our flight is just two hours away!"

Sam looked behind and called back, "Coming!" Then he said to the Camaro, "Wait here for us, okay?"

Bumblebee flashed his headlights in acknowledgement.

Smiling one last time, Sam headed back in his house to prepare for their flight.

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Two and a half hours later...

Bumblebee was gazing sadly at the retreating aircraft as he relieved every moments from his adventures with Sam. From the first time he saw the boy, the first time he revealed his identity to him, the fight in Egypt where he almost lost him, until the final battle in Chicago where they ended the Decepticon threat for good.

As he watched the plane disappeared among the clouds, he replayed the last thing Sam said before leaving.

"Remember Bee, wherever I go, whatever happens, you'll always be my first car..."

And you'll always be my best friend, Bumblebee thought as he slowly shifted back to his car form and drove towards their base.

Somewhere in America...

The young Autobot scout was looking on the horizon as the sun begins to set. He was sitting upon the hilltop where Optimus Prime sent his message to the remaining Autobots after the battle in Mission City.

After returning to N.E.S.T headquarters, he learned from Crosshairs that most of the human strike team was deployed in Middle East due to an intel report that the terrorist group, M.E.C.H., was reverse-engineering Cybertronian technology salvaged from the previous battles. This news further dampened his mood, as he had no one to comfort him. Even Optimus was not there, due to having a secret mission accompanied by Sideswipe, Sunstreaker and Dino.

And so, he found himself at that location, watching the sun lowered. Just then, a large mech sat beside him.

"You okay, kid?" Hound spoke softly.

"I'd be lying if I said yes..." Bee replied.

Hound just sighed before taking out his shotgun and starts to polish it. After awhile, he spoke again.

"You know, prior to the Great War, I had a friend. Name's Impactor." He said as he chewed on a bullet cigar. "We both attended Autobot Military Academy. Played pranks on ol' Ironhide together. Even graduated together. Him taking Demolitions, me taking Frontline Assault. We were practically inseparable. Much like you and Sam." He paused briefly as he reminisced about the past. "Then, Megatron started the war. During that time, we were part of the Decagon City Militia. We fought side by side, together with my brother Bulkhead. Hell, we both tore through the Decepticon ranks alone as rearguard when Sentinel Prime evacuated the city." The large mech chuckled as he remembered how they offlined almost a hundred soldiers.

"What happened then?" Bumblebee asked.

Hound shrugged. "Well, when the war escalated tremendously, Springer came recruiting new members for the Wreckers. Impactor... he volunteered." He said with a hint of sadness in his voice. "He said it had been his life long dream of being a part of their team. As for me and Bulkhead, we took a different path. We chose to enlist in the 1st Assault Division led by Ironhide. Optimus always says fate rarely calls upon our own choosing. He's right. Impactor answered his own call, I answered mine." Hound said as he replaced his shotgun back to its holster. "Anyway, when the call to evacuate Cybertron for good came, we met one last time. Before we parted, we promised each other that we will always be best friends. The ones who single-handledly killed a hundred Decepticons. That was almost 500 years ago. I hadn't seen him since." He then stood up. "You see Bumblebee, friendship is not about going through life together. It's about accepting what would make the other happy, even if it means you have to be separated."

Bumbleebee said nothing as Hound started to walk away. After a minute, he also stood up and approached him.

"You're right. I shouldn't be sad that Sam and I are away from each other again. In fact, I should be happy now that he is safe and no longer in danger."

Hound patted him on the shoulders. "That's the spirit, kid. Now let's head back to base before Ratc-" But before he could finish, both of them received an unexpected distress message.

"Calling all Autobots! We are under targeted attack! Cease all contacts with the humans!" Came the unmistakable voice of Optimus Prime.

Both of their optics widened in shock at the last part.

"What the hell is that?!" Hound yelled. Then he contacted Optimus immediately.

"Optimus? Optimus! Please respond! What the hell is that message?!" But no reply came from the Prime. Bumblebee looked at him in shock, fear and confusion.

"Hound, what happened? Why did Optimus sent us that message?" He asked with rising panic in his voice.

"Damn if I know..." The veteran muttered as he tried in vain to contact their leader. Just then, Ratchet commed them.

"Hound! Bumblebee! Get out of there! NOW!" He said urgently.

"Ratchet! Where are you? What the hell happened?" Hound said through the comm link.

"I'm driving away from the base together with Leadfoot and Roadbuster! Topspin is dead! Along with our N.E.S.T comrades that stayed there. They were slain by a group called Cemetery Wind!" Hound growled at this before Ratchet's next words shocked him and Bumblebee. "We were branded traitors! And I don't know why! I am sending Drift and Crosshairs to rendezvouz with both of you. But you need to get out of there now!"

"Wait! What about Optimus and the rest of us?" Bumblebee said.

"Optimus left me instructions before I lost contact with him. He said we all need to hide until we can plan our next move. I do not know about the rest. But enough of that! We just saw a squad chasing us! I will contact you again once we are safe. Take care, both of you. Ratchet out." Then the comm link went dead.

Both Autobots looked at each other at this shocking turn of events. Bumblebee was dumbfounded. Hound was furious.

"Bumblebee, we need to move." Hound finally said after a few moments.

The young Autobot scout nodded weakly before both of them transformed into their respective alt modes.

As they were driving fast to meet with Drift and Crosshairs, only one person was on his mind.

Sam...

Hope I didn't make you guys cry! Though I almost did while I was writing this. T_T

Now, I can't remember if that was the exact message Optimus sent. If anyone can correct me, it would be much appreciated.

Anyway, now I got 3 stories to update. xD But since this will be a short fic, expect it to be complete within 2 weeks. If you guys are craving for more updates though, please review and I'll try to make things quickly. ;) But for now, you can check my update schedule by clicking my profile.

Well, that's it! Until Next time!