I don't own TF.

A/N: This is TF The Animated Series, as seen on CN some-years ago.

ALSO, YES ROZBEN, HE DOES THINKS HE'S DECEPTICON

Sorry if this chapter's a bit short.

"Something wrong?" he asked as I pulled into a parking lot.

"I...uh.." I mumbled, feeling myself heat with embaressment, "I'm...lost."

"You're...lost?"

I groaned when he asked that, "Yes, Prime, I'm lost. Could have something ta do with the fact that my memory core is still with Ratchet!"

I'll admit, I was getting very irritated with this so-called leader bot. He didn't seem very bright at times and had this irriating obsession to be in everyone's business all the time. In my opinion, if I ain't doing something wrong, leave me the All-Spark alone! But..."Sorry, Optimus. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just frustrating. I shouldn't be taking it out on you."

...No matter how easily or convient you make it may be.

"I'm locked on your signal. I'll be there in half a Delta Cycle...And BumbleBee? It's alright. Everything will be fine." He signed off before I could think of something to say. Sighing heavily, I transformed into my Auto-bot self, wishing I felt something other than loneliness and irritation.

I stretched, my arms above my head and back arched. There were trees lining around the parking lot, blocking most of the road. A strange wind picked up, making the branches sway and twist wildly. Whipping around, I took a defensive position. It was too dark to see what was making the wind, but it was some sort of airship.

What came as a shock was when my servos turned into energy blasters...

Ironic, how it reminded me of stingers.

"Is that any way to greet me, after all I've done for you?"

I went limp with relief, and stood straight "Oh, Shadowmaker, it's only you. For a nanosecond, I thought I was in some big trouble." I gave a nervous chuckle as he tranformed into his primary-form and stood almost twice my size.

"Hmmm." he looked down at me, but I couldn't quite read his expression. "How are you settling back in with those...Auto-bots?" I could clearly hear the distain in his voice.

"All right, I...guess. Its just really frustrating, when I can't remember anything..."

"Ah." He smiled, and I felt as though I was going to bust a gaskat. Something was telling me I shouldn't be there...That I shouldn't be speaking with him..."Well, I managed to peice together some of your origanal Memory Core. Here." He handed it to, having taken it out of a compartment. "Of course, there may not be much...But perhaps, just enough." His smile gave me the creeps.

I stared at his hand, before my optics darted to his. He smiled and nodded, so I reached forward and garbbed it...

"BumbleBee, I'll be there in a few Earth minutes." Prime's voice shocked me so badly, I nearly dropped it.

"Uhm, right..." I looked at Shadowmaker, to find that he had vanished.

Seriously shaken by this, I transformed into my secondary-form, hiding the machinary Shadowmaker had given me nanoseconds before I saw Prime through the thicket of trees. He turned into the parking lot and pulled up beside me. I could feel my tires shaking, and my circuits felt as though they were tied in knots.

Without giving myself a chance to rationalize a reason to get out of it, I shoved the core into its port. After a moment, the layout of the city became clear in my mind, as did a few scattered memories "You Okay BumbleBee?"

"Y-yeah. Just looks kinda...familiar." when I got a strange look I said, "I know, I know, Prime..."

"Well, this is where you had taken Sari to get those vinialla milkshake all those times...Burger Bot. Maybe that's why you parked here, becuase somewhere in your circuits, you knew the place." He looked over my shoulder, indicating that strange looking building, but his expression was hopeful.

I had only parked here because it was close and closed for the night. "I...guess so." I'd have to wait until later to review what I was missing.

-XX-

A few days later...

"Come on, please, please, please!"

"No," Prime didn't even look up from what he was doing. I had walked in the main room to find Sari begging, on her knees, for something that Prime wasn't too keen on letting her have or letting her do. I couldn't stop the corners of my mouth from quirking into a small smile.

From my memories Shadowmaker had been able to salvage, I had a preety cushie job. AllI had to do was be happy and give hiom intel on this group of Auto-bots. It didn't seem to hard. I also knew that I had training as an Auto-bot eleit, which gave me a free pass into Auto-bot territory without suspision and gave me an edge in fights.

From what Ratchet had tried to save, I was able to see what my former self had been. I could be that bot at times, and it was growing on me. The other noticed and were relieved, even though they knew I only had a handful of memories, if that.

I liked the idea of having snappy come-backs and being able to be lazy. I liked the idea of spending hours playing video games with Sari or Bulkhead. I loved to irritate Prowl, which was a bonus. I didn't ususally mess with Ratchet, since he could offline me at any moment. Leaving pranks for Prime had become a favorite pass-time for me as well.

Prowl, Ratchet and Bulkehead had all turned to watch this but I ignored them.

"Please! Please, please, please, pleeeassssse?" she really drew out that last 'please'. Whatever she wanted, she wanted it badly.

I chuckled, "Aw come on, Prime. What does she want?"

His head snapped up, having not realized I was in the room. "She wants to spar..."

"Okay, Sari. Sparring is very serious," I bent down by her, keeping her attention, "And something that you can't just jump into. Maybe Boss-bot would let you watch a few spar sessions and then start with individual training, which focuses on you and your potentical, and not the opponet." I looked up at Prime, as did Sari, as I picked her up. This was becoming habit and I didn't mind it.

"Well..." He turned to face us, not convinced. He leaned against the control console.

"How is she to learn how to defend herself if we never teach her? Our luck would be that she runs off to find someone who would and humans can't help with this. Besides, individual training reduces the chance of her being seriosuly hurt." I gave him a look, before saying, "Face it, Prime, you're outnumbered here, becuase if you won't teach her, I will."

"W-What?" He gave me a look of utter surprise, as did the other Auto-bots. Even Sari looked shocked.

"You heard me. I've had the training of an eliet gaurd and know how to use it...well, some of it." I faultered, but, "I know I don't want to see Sari get hurt if she over-estimates herself in the line of battle. Best start her now, when we have the time, and not on the feild when one or more of us are hurt."

"Optimus..." Bulkehead hesitated, "Bee's got a point."

"For once, his ideas are good and well thought out." Prowl agreed.

"Eliet gaurd?" Sari whispered, looking up at me in a sort of awe.

"Oh, so what? We're just going to endanger Sari? I understand that she wants to help but I think its a bit too early and that encouraging her-"

"Isn't that what we're suppose to do? Encourage and support? Primus, she's a techno organic, Prime! How many of those are there? She's probably feeling betrayed by the humans for not telling and she feels left out or, worse, left behind by us every time we handle a situation and she's not there to help." I brought her closer to my chestplate, a show of protection.

I knew that if it came down to it, Sari would choose her thinking of the term good and fight against me and Shadowmaker. I was going to give her the best shot of survival, Primus be named!

"She knows that we would never-" He looked taken aback.

"Never what, Prime? Leave her behind? She knows that mentally, in a sence of logic. But human emotions are complex and she is half human!" I could see that Sari was conflicted. She wanted to side with me, but she didn't want to go against Optimus Prime, her leader. "All I'm saying is that we start her off, not have her dodge missles. Have Prowl teach her patcience and control. Have Ratchet teach her feild medical knowlage, and Bulkead could teach her mechanics. I could teach her basic self defence. You could top it off with whatever you think is nessicary, but what I'm saying is that I believe its important that she learns."

"Let me think about this." I could tell by the look in his optics that he was swayed by the ideas I had but knew that he'd try to rationalize eveything.

"Alright."