Sari grimaced down at the oil bubbling in he pot, the rancid smell ticketing her nostrils and making her want to gag.

"Foods almost done!" She called over her shoulder.

The Autobots sitting at the table gave vague mumbles and nods, too worried about their young yellow friend.

"I should have gone," Bulkhead said. "Primus know what those bastards would try to pull."

Prowl shook his head. "You need to keep off that leg as much as possible."

Bulkhead snarled as he stared down at the damaged servo, made so when Icy had turned the mine floor into a skating rink.

"Bumblebee will be fine," Ratchet assured. "The kids got good instincts, if there's trouble he'll get out of there.

The room fell silent.

"Well he better get home soon, his oil will get cold!" Sari said, trying to lighten the mood.

Just then there came a slam followed by the rapid clanking of pedes. Then a yellow blur flashed through the kitchen and up the stairs, the slam of a door louder than the first. For a moment the Autobots just looked at each other, trying to process what had just happened, then shot up the steps.

"Bumblebee! What's wrong?" Sari asked, extremely worried.

"Go away!" Bumblebee called from behind the, locked, door. Body trembling, he curled up on the cot, clutching at his himself. "Th-that didn't happen. That didn't happen!"

It couldn't have. Megatron, the king of the deceptions, wanting Bumblebee, a Autobot scout turned slave, to be his queen? To have his heir? Bumblebee placed a servo over his abdomen and imagined the dictator's sparkling growing there. Almost immediately, he lunged over the side and retched.

"That didn't happen!"

As he sobbed, the door opened.

"Bumblebee, are you okay?" Optimus asked.

Though Megatron had left him close to death, the Prime had not died, found by Ratchet in the nick of time and hidden for five years. The only ones who knew of his continuing existence were Prowl, Ratchet, Bulkhead, Sari, and Bumblebee.

Bumblebee threw himself into his leaders arms, screaming to be held. Shocked by the youngling's actions, Optimus did, Sari, Bulkhead, Ratchet,and Prowl, adding to the embrace.

"What happened, Bee?" Prowl begged.

"Megatron! He, he, he-"

"Raped you!" Sari gasped.

"Why that pit spawned fragger!" Bulkhead growled.

"No! He didn't rape me."

"Then what did he do?" Optimus asked.

Bumblebee off-lined his optics. "He wants me to be his-"

There was a terrifying shrike as the roof was torn away, reveling Megatron, Blitzwing, and about a dozen armed drones. Bumblebee cringed as the monarch leered down at him."

"Hello Bumble-" Megatron stopped, his optic going wide. "Prime!"

Optimus pushed Bumblebee behind him and pulled out his sword. "Don't touch him Megatron."

"I should have known you were alive, and as for your little friend, I'll be touching and doing whatever I please with him."

"Over our dead bodies!" Sari growled, pulling put her weapons.

Megatron grinned. "That can be arranged."

"No!" Cried Bumblebee, leaping before his friends. "I'll go with you,just don't hurt them!"

"Bumblebee,no!"

"Wise choice,my little bee."

Coolant rolling down his cheeks, Bumblebee took the Decepticon's hand.

"I will deal with you later, Prime." Megatron said, holding his prize close to his chest.

With the Autobots watching in dispaire, he launched into the sky and Bumblebee's new life as his queen.

Whatch out for part three Gilded Cage