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Kaon. A bustling city. The main entertainment district. Mainly for racing. The best of the best place for racers. This was also the best place Autobots to recruit and protecting innocent civilians form the decepticons.

While that’s going, decepticons would also go undercover in kaon. Scheming. Waiting for the best time to attack the Autobots. Also, best chance to recruit new decepticons. . . .

Prime was doing his normal routine of his afternoon shift. He would go around the Big racetrack. Around the big cybertron globe. And then he would go around the district with many people. Looking for something suspicious, or something weird. Checks the alleys, dark spots, abandoned buildings… mostly go through the dark.

As prime was about to pass an alley, he hears a loud crashing sound. Seemed like it was electrocution sounds.

He enters the alley without hesitation. “Hello??” Prime says walking into the alley. “Is some mech here…?” Prime then opened his flashlight since he couldn’t see much. “Hello-“ he then sees a mech on the floor. A gold-ish yellow color with black stripes plating. Full of dents, bruises, scratches. Out of the the dents and marks, one thing stood out. The big dent mark on the yellow mechs neck.

Prime hurriedly Carries the yellow mech then goes to his most trusted freind. Rechet.

“Rechet! I need medical support!” Prime says while charging in the med bay.

Rechet without hesitation prepared the med bed. Prime immediately places the yellow mech onto the berth. Rechet began scanning at the yellow mech. Rechet did some few scans. Waited for a few breems for data to load. Looked at the scans. Then goes over to the mechs dent marks. Bruises.; and the weird big dent on his back neck.

Rechet asks where he found the yellow mech. He just replied by saying that he found the yellow mech on the ground unconscious with a big fry on the back of his neck. Nothing much.

“Huh. That’s something you don’t see everyday…” Rechet began to talk.” so you found them lying on the floor? Unconscious?” Rechet then asks

“Yeah. I also heard electrocution sounds before I went in the alley.” Prime replied. “Will he be ok?” Prime asks worriedly.

“Yes. Yes. He’ll be fine.” Rechet says while pressing some buttons. Trying to reassure the prime. Then he handed out a data pad to prime. “He could may amnesia.” Rechet says.

Prime then looks throughly at the data pad “The kids been hit with a really high amount of electricity. Like- unbelievably large amount, prime. It fried one of its main processor core system. The memory file.” Rechet then stops and looks at prime.

“Do we have any information about the little one…?”. Prime worriedly asks the doctor. “On the contrary… it seems like there designation is forged in his servos. B-127. It’s there designation. hmm…About there age… I’d say… roughly not older than a youngling in my opinion… other than that… if I were to guess… I’d say roughly 10…? Maybe…? I’ll have to look at it more.” Rechet stops and looks at prime

“No- no no no no no. no. No. I know that look form anywhere. Prime. What are you thinking?”. The doctors asks.

“The little one… he wont remember having a home correct…?”.

”yes…? That’s correct.” Rechet replied with his one of his eyebrows going up.

“He does not remember his home… or family…”.

“Where are you going at this pri-“. “Someone has to take care of him.”

Both mechs then went silent.

Rechet with a stunned faceplate.

“Prime. You have to be kidding. No- no no no no no. You are far too busy. You are far too busy being the autobot leader! On top of that- Your literally thee prime. It just wouldn’t work-“ “This little one has no one. No family, no mech. He wakes up not knowing anything. How would he feel when the person he meets the moment he wakes up also goes away…?” Prime inturupts Rechet.

“…” Rechet sighs. putting his servo on his faceplates.“There’s no stopping you… huh…?”. The doctor  asks hoping he would not say- “Nope.”. Prime smirkingly says.

” Alright … alright. I’ll ready the guardian papers…”. Rechet then goes to his desk. Looking through some papers.

“Thankyou old friend.” Prime then looked at the little youngling. Resting on the berth. Full of dents, bruises.

“Rechet… what do you think are the causes of the… little ones injury…?” Prime asks.

“Huh?- oh. Those dent marks? I don’t know…“ Rechet then thinks to himself. It’s not normal bruises I can tell you that… perhaps he got them through fighting… or…fending off something…? I’m not sure…

The yellow mech then suddenly jolted out of the berth. Huffing. Sweating. Powering his blasters and aiming it at the Rechet.

both mechs then was surprised with the sudden motion.

“WOAH- woah woah woah- kid- easy there- I saved you-“ The yellow mech was huffing. “Who- who are you-“ the blaster still not powering down. Still panicking. “Little one please- put the blaster down-“ “I donno how!” The yellow mech yells then blasts at Rechet.

Thankfully Rechet was able to dodge the blast. He then made his way to the younglings arms to disable the blasters manually. The yellow mech was huffing and panicking. “Kid- are you ok-“.

“Where am I?!? Who am i??” The yellow mech then hugged himself tight. Optics shaking .

Rechet and prime stared at each other. “Little one- please. Let us explain.”

Then yellow mech took a few deep breaths before calming down. It took a few minutes of explaining for the yellow mech king to understand. . . .

“So… I’m … my designations B-127… you found me in… in an alley… I have amnesia…” B-127 started talking. “That pretty much sums it up kid.”

B-127 was stunned. “Don’t worry kid. I will do everything I can to get your memories back. I will get your memories ba-“ “What if I don’t want to remember…?” B-127 interrupts Rechet.

Rechet was left with a shocked worried faceplates. He didn’t know- how could he answer- how should he react?-

“What makes you say that? Why would you say that…?” Prime worriedly asks

“I- I donno… but… but I feel like- I’m supposed to be offlined for some reason… when… when you found me in the alley…? I mean- there has to be a reason on why I was there… and with the large dent on the backside of my neck…? It’s obvious some mech wanted me to be offlined…” the yellow mech then looked at his own servos curling to a grip while sitting on the berth.

“Why would you even think that? I’m sure it’s nothing kid.” Rechet shrugs

“I volunteered in being your guardian little one. Hoping till your memories gets fixed…” prime says

“Y-your just going to take me in… just like that? A mech that you barely know….?” B-127 asks prime

“You’re still a youngling… you deserve all the care and support there is. And I’ll be happy to oblige… that is if you want me to-“ Prime then gets interrupted when he gets hugged by the yellow mech. He happily hugged back.

“Seems like the little one has a liking to you already prime. Good for you.” Rechet chuckles a little

“Just let me run some few tests on the kid then he can be discharged from the med bay to go with you.”

Rechet then started scanning and putting information on data pads.

“Alright prime. The kids clear. You can go ahead and go now.” Prime then started to carry the yellow mechling. B-127 was startled at first but after a few breems… they didn’t mind.

Why did it felt like this was the first time he was carried…? B-127 felt.

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The next day prime and B-127 decided to go and explore the city. It didn’t take a while for convincing B-127. The only thing that got primes attention was breakfast.

“Morning little one. I prepared breakfast for you. It’s already in the table.” The yellow mechling then sat on the table and then stared at the energon cubes.

 
“I- I think I’m not supposed to… eat breakfast….” B-127 spoke. Prime then looks at the yellow mechling.

“Why would you wanna skip the most important of the meal of the day little one…?” Prime worriedly asks 
“I- I donno… it just… it feels like… I just don’t eat breakfast at all…” the yellow mechling said.
“Well, in my household, we eat all 3 meals every single day. Since you are living in it, you get to eat 3 meals every single day.” Prime says

B-127 then thoguht about it for a while. Why did he felt like this…?. Then he decided to started eating. 

“I was thinking on enrolling you to a daycare. Sadly I have work everyday being prime. But it’s not usually whole day…I’m sorry.” Prime says while eating. “Oh it’s ok… what’s a daycare…?” The yellow mechling asks.

how could he not know what a daycare is-

“It’s a place for sires and carriers to drop off there little ones for work.” Prime replied still eating. “We could go around the city while look for that.”

And that they did. They went around in kaon. Looked around some shops. Event places. Performers. Racers. Saw many things. 
B-127 caught something in his attention. It was a cyber bear toy. B-127 just stared at it through the glass window. “You want it?” Prime asks 

“W-what?” B-127 was startled. “You want the stuffed toy?” Prime asks again.

“I- uhm… can … can you…?” The yellow mechling asks shyly.

“Ofcourse. Consider this a gift form me.”

Then they went inside the store and prime payed for the stuffed cyber bear. The yellow mechling hugged it tightly while continuing to walk around the bustling city.

“Hello friend”. “Prime! How are y- OH MY PRIMUS IS THAT A YOUNGLING?!?!” Wheeljack practically screams.

”I just left you for like, what? A few weeks? And you got a little guy now?” Wheeljack groans.

“I’m there legal guardian.” Prime kinda felt embarrassed. “Wow. A prime? With a kid? That’s a site to see.”

Wheeljack then kneels down to the yellow mech. “Your one lucky mech are you little guy! Tell me, what your name?” Wheel jack asks 
The yellow mechling then holds on to primes legs tightly. Clearly scared

“It’s alright little one. He’s a friend of mine.” Prime says.

“I’m B-127” they yellow mech finally spoke.
“Wow. Sick voice little guy.” Wheel jack then stood up. “Where are you enrolling the little guy? In daycare?” Wheeljack asks.

“I’m having trouble finding the nearest daycare around here… you don’t happen to have some recommendations…?” Prime asks 
“Oh! I forgot to tell you. I builded a daycare!” Prime then just stared at wheeljack.

Then wheeljack gestures at the building next to him.

It was a cute daycare indeed. A colorful playful place. Prime thought You could see toys on the floor. Sparkling cribs in the side. Berths. Tables. TV. Has cubbies. A whiteboard on the wall. 
“You builded a daycare…? Your gonna take care of the little ones…?” Prime asks. Worriedly.

“What’s with that tone? And yes. Turns out little ones are gonna be extinct soon. Well- not much mechs are doing it anymore so… plus- there all a bunch of cuties! Who wouldn’t wanna be with them 24 hours? Just playing with them? Teaching them? Laughing with them?” Wheeljack then continued to yap about how great sparklings are.
“You don’t suppose there is an opening on your daycare would you?” Prime asks inturupts wheeljack. “Yea there is! I’m actaully handing out fliers,…- here.”

Wheeljack then hands prime a paper. 
[wheeljacks creative corner] the daycares name
[opens next week! available all week. No weekends. 6am-5pm. Come register now!] prime read through to the bottom

“Thankyou wheeljack. Consider my little one one of your kid now.” Prime says smilingly.

“Then here-“ wheeljack gave prime data pads. “Just fill those up. Bring them next week when you come and I’ll take care of the rest. Also there’s an extra data about the possible stuffs they might need. Y know, supplies? Little guys practically enrolled in my daycare now.” Wheeljack says.
Then after a few more chatting, they said there goodbyes then they continues looking through the city. 

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“So… what did you think about the daycare little one?” Prime asks while walking.

“It looks… fun…? I guess…” B-127 didn’t know what to say. How to respond.

“You know wheeljack for a long time now sir?”
“Yes. He’s one of my friends. We went on the same academy. D-16- I mean- a mech introduced me to them.” Prime nervously said. Trying to brush off the name.

“Why don’t we buy some supplies for your daycare next week?” Prime asks while entering a shop for school supplies.

it took a while to get everything on the list. B-127 was hesitant In picking on what he wanted to have. He would just asks prime on what to get for him. 
Most of the time the yellow mech would just agree on what Optimus would think or say. At first he didn’t notice it. Prime didn’t think it was a big deal. 
but after a while, it seems like it was obvious B-127 can’t decide on the things he would like to have. Like he can’t believe he gets to pick something for himself.

should I talk about this with Rechet when he has the chance…? Prime thought.

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“It’s getting dark. How about we eat dinner before going home?” Prime asks. B-127 nods and went on a restaurant for dinner. Then went home.

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it was the first day of the daycare. 
B-127 woke up early. Really early. Much more early than prime even. 

while prime as still asleep, B-127 prepared his bag. With his stuffs. Putting his pencils books and other things he might need. 
I have to make sir proud. On whatever I do. I need to make him proud. The yellow mech thought to himself while arranging his notebooks. Then putting them in the bag.

just then prime was about to go to bathroom. He was tired. Yawning. But then he notices a room had light

”huh- that weird- who’s room is tha-“ then prime finally realized. Looks at the clock 

“why is B-127 awake at this time..?” Prime then gently opens the room. Sees the yellow mechling with his bag. 
“B-127…? Are you ok-?” Prime then asks 

“o-oh! Sir! Prime! What are you doing up right now…?” The yellow mechling asks startled 

“I should ask the same question to you little one. What are you up doing so early? More early than I woke up?” Prime asks 

“it’s not … it’s not that early…” 

“little one- kid-“ prime tiredly says.” It’s 3 am right now… what could you possibly be doing this early little one?”prime tiredly asks 

“aren’t you still sleepy or tired…?”

for a moment B-127 thinks about it. He doesn't feel anything when waking up early… almost… almost as if… he was used to it… trained for it even if he could say…

”I- I donno… I can’t sleep i guess…” prims optic then grew a bit bigger.

”you should’ve started off with that little one. Come. We can sleep together in my berth.” Prime then kneels down to the yellow mechs height. Hinting for the yellow mech to be cradled.

”I-it’s ok- really. I- I wanted to prepare anyways… I don’t wanna be a bother… plus… I kinda wanna prepare so I won’t fail your expectations or anything…” the yellow mech then looks down

prime then carried the yellow mech as a surprise attack. The yellow mech was startled. “S-sir?!!?-“

”there is nothing you could do that will make you a bother nor a disappointment. Don’t even say the at. Ok?” Prime then goes to his berth with the yellow mech on his arms.

then he gently lies down the little mech and gives him blanket. 
“I’ll be much more happy when I know you are resting little one.” Then prime lies down bedside the yellow mech. Puts a servo on B-127s tummy. As a hug.

B-127 didn’t know how to respond. He thought about escaping but it backfired once the servo was on his tummy.

then he just putted his servo on top of the big servo on his tummy.
It feels …nice. And warm… it this what’s it like to be cared for? To feel care…? To feel… love…?

impossible. B-127, get a hold of your self. He’s only your guardian. Once the doctor fixed my memories, you will be going to wherever your old life was. This was… this was merely just… something… yeah… something indeed.

but something… deep down… B-127 wasted to Believe that… he could stay… with this mech forever. He didn’t mind being cradled. Sleeping with him being cuddled. Being cared for. 

it’s only been a few days… but he can tell that in his old life… he never had this kind of affection… it almost felt unbelievable even.

B-127 just brushed off this thoughts and eventually was able to recharge again.

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time skip. I donno how things in the daycare works so I’m just gonna time skip for a few days after the first day of the daycare. -sorry qwq -

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“Bee…?”
“B?”
“ wake up”

“It’s all your fault”

B-127 wakes up jolting out of bed. Huffing for air. His servos grabbing his chest. His vision was blurry. But he saw a…green-ish… mech? Just standing. Still a blur 
“Wasp…?” B-127 tiredly asks. Rubbing his optics.
“Wasp? Who’s wasp?” Prime asks 
Just then everything came clear. There was no green mech. Just prime standing. on the door way of his room.
“Sorry- I… I thought I saw something…” b-127 says shaking his helm a little.

Why did i say that? Who’s wasp? What’s a wasp?!?! Bee thought to himself 

 “Well I need to get going. Sentinel needs me at the early morning meeting more early.” Prime sighs. “Your breakfast is on the table. wheeljack will pick you up in an hour. Knowing you you propobly prepared.” Prime then kisses the yellow mech on the forehead.
“I’ll take my leave now. I’ll pick you up around 3 ok?” prime then leaves his room. 

B-127 bathed and ate breakfast. He already prepared his stuff for today like he always do.

It’s been a few weeks of him going to the daycare everyday.

On mondays and Tuesday prime would take B-127 on the daycare every morning. Then prime would pick him up everyday before 4.

The rest was wheeljack picking him up from his house with a few younglings and goes to the daycare. It was alright. 

The doorbell rang just as B-127 finished eating his breakfast.  Wheeljack came a bit early today. B-127 thought. 

“Hey B-127! Mornin kiddo. You ready?” Wheeljack asks.

“Yeah. Let me just lock the door real quick.” B-127 then hurriedly gets the key then locks the door. He then puts it on the mailbox.
“Alright I’m ready.” Then the group started to walk towards the daycare.

It was a 20 minute walk, but he didn’t mind. The bustling city always had great view and sceneries. it always looked so fascinating. He could never grow tired of it.

 
B-127 would always stick closely to wheeljack. He’s the only mech b-127 is really close to other than Rechet and prime. They could talk for hours. Talking about stories of prime and cybertron. And other stuffs. 
They arrived at the daycare. The kids then began to play with there toys. Draw on papers. Played. But B-127 was usually in the book areas and was talking with Wheeljack.

Just then the other younglings managed to hide a cyber bunny. They were all crowded on one place. “He’s so cute!” A young mech coos. “I know right? I found them just outside our apparent!” Another little mech says. 
B-127 was just minding his business. Trying not to get curious. He just kept on reading. 

Just then the cyber bunny then immediately hopped to where b-127 was.

Frightening him.

Out of nowhere he then powers up his blasters and aiming it at the bunny that startled him. Wheeljack immediately caught this attention “kid! Kid- it’s alright… put it do-“ 
“I donno how!” B-127 says with teary optics. He was really trying to stop this. It’s not helping that it’s still powering the blaster and then shots at the bunny. 
The other young mechs were panicking. It was mostly there first time seeing a blaster. They were all panicking, crying and hiding.
Wheeljack immediately disarms the blaster. B-127 was in tears. “I’m sorry!” B-127 cries covering his optics. Saying sorry more.
“Kid-“ wheeljack then grabs both B-127s shoulders. “Are you alright?” He then asks. Looking if there was any dents or anything.

B-127 then looks at the smoke. “I-Is the cyber bunny ok…?” B-127 says still shaken up badly. His voice creaking a little bit.
Just then the cyber bunny immediately hops off to a dark corner of the daycare. Relief was all over the room. 

“I’m so sorry- so so so sorry! I’m sorry!-i “ wheeljack then immediately hugs the pleading yellow mech. Leaving the mech stunned.

“It’s ok kid. You’re fine.” Wheeljack says trying to comfort the shaken youngling. 
Every mech was shaken up from what happened. It was the first time that wheeljack ever saw a mech so young be able to use there blaster even if it was emotion instinct. 

Optimus came early. He had a phone call and wasted no time in getting in the daycare fast.

“B-127!!” Prime yelled barging in the daycare. He then frantically looks around. Looking for a yellow mech
“Prime he’s he-“ prime then immediately saw the yellow mech then wasted no time carrying him to his arms. 

“Are you hurt? What happened? Are you alright?” Prime asks. B-127 couldn’t answer any of them. He was still shaken up about the whole blaster. How could he tell him…?
“I’m sorry…” The yellow mechling says. sinking more to the cradle in prime arms.

Prime was stunned. He then started to cradle the yellow mech. He then looks at wheeljack. Hinting to start talking.

”the kid got startled by a cyber bunny.” Whileejack started to talk.
“Prime- he used he blaster today. I didn’t even know a mech this young could use it. He’s my first one till now…” wheeljack started to talk. Worried face.

“Where exactly did you find the kid prime? You said you were his guardian? Where- what’s his origin…?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know… I found him in an alley. On the ground with a big dent on the back of his neck. His memory files were fried. Made him forget his memories… rechet is doing what he can do regain the memories… I only volunteered on keeping him safe… providing him a place to call home… “

“Why?” Wheeljack asks. Prime was stunned. How could he explain…
“I didn’t want a youngling like him be alone in such a big world… especially with the decepticons and all that in the loose… who knows what they will do if they ever get their hands on this little one…” prime then looks at wheeljack 
“And I couldn’t leave him.” Prime says.

wheeljack the looks at the cradled yellow mech. Recharging. He then sighs.

”the kid probably has PTSD. Form his … uhm… past life. He- the blaster looks like it was firm instinct. Emotion instinct.”

”I’m doing everything I can to make sure he feels loved and cared for…” prime says while looking at the yellow mech.

”I’ll help you prime. This little event that happened isnt gonna separate me form this cool little guy.” Wheeljack says smiling.

”Thankyou freind…” prime says 

“you should probably go now. It’s best the kid spend more time with you after what happened today”

prime then takes his leave. Yellow mech still cradled in his arms. He makes his way to his house and gently puts the sleeping mech on his berth.

as soon as prime was a bout to leave he then hears whimpers.

he looks back seeing the yellow mech turning to a little ball on the berth. Prime the quickly goes back to the yellow mechs side and brushed his back. Trying to comfort him.

for a while it worked and after it seems to calm down, prime tried to leave. But this time he gets stoped by a tiny servo. 
“don’t leave me too…” the yellow mech says

”oh I wouldn’t dream of it little one.” Prime then lord down beside the yellow mech.

it took a while for both mechs to get used. Prime had his servo on the yellow mechs tummy.

”I’m sorry…” B-127 finally spoke. “what are yo sorry for little one…?” Prime worriedly asks 

“making you go early… making you worry… sorry about the commotion I caused…” B-127 says looking down.

”nothing could make me stop to worry about you… and besides… I’m thee prime. I could just walk out whenever I can.” Prime says trying to lighten the mood. Which worked. He finally saw a little smile on the yellow mech. 

“if I may… why… why did you ask that I would not leave you… too..?” Prime then asks 

B-127 hesitated. How could he explain…? 
“it felt like… most of the mechs leave me… I may lost my memories… but… it also feels like the my are also here…”

”I ment what I said.” Prime stated to talk again. “What?”

”I would never dream of leaving you. You can trust that I would never leave you.” Prime said

B-127 felt a tear and then hugs prime tightly. Then they both recharged sleeping together.

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B-127 has amnesia. But his case was special. It was kinda like, the electric shot the he took made his memories scramble. He couldn’t put them all back together to remember.
At first he didn’t mind. He would sometimes see memory pictures of mechs he swore he never saw before. 

Well… that was before visions and nightmares started to appear frequently.

The main things in those visions? Energon blood stains on his servos. And a light green colored mech. Sometimes he swore he sees him in the shadows but he wasn’t really there. Would sometimes make him paranoid of his surroundings. But that feeling would disappear whenever he felt primes presence near him. 

Every night where B-127 jolts out of bed, he was always hesitant to go to primes berth room and ask to sleep with him. he stops himself 

he thinks he could handle it. he would just curl up on his berth for a few minutes and then hopes to recharge again. Do the same thing over and over again if he jolts out of bed again. 

This makes him sleep deprived. Makes him feel more tired even thought he just woke up. Usually have heavy eye sockets. His optics dimming each day passes. 

Of course , prime started no notice this. He noticed the poor mech limping, always tired and his optics dimming. Not to mentions he sometimes hear a little whimper sounds coming form B-127s room. 
prime just don’t know how to bring it up. He’s starting to get worried about the little yellow mech.

Wheeljack was also noticing this. He wasn’t always around him like he always was. Instead of reading like he normally does, he would fall to recharge holding a book.

 
“Hey… uhh… prime?” Prime then looks at wheeljack. “Friend! Is everything alright with B-127?” He asks 
“Well… not exactly… he’s been… sleeping… recharging a lot more than he used to…” prime then began to worry

“I’ve also noticed. I think that he may lack sleep. But he doesn’t talk to me about them… I don’t know how to bring it up to him…” prime then crossed his hands
“I’m sure the kid will tell you about them. The kid trusts you. You just have to ask.” Wheeljack says
“If he really trusts me… why won’t he tell me about them…? Voluntarily…? Why won’t he tell me if he really was getting enough sleep…? Am- am I not worthy-“

“Pax- I’m gonna stop you right there.” Wheeljack interrupts him.
“You are literally thee prime! With thee leader of matrix. What’s there not saying worthy? If you still won’t beleive…… you are one of my closest friends. So don’t talk about you not being worthy. You are literally thee definition of worthiness. “ wheeljack says 
Prime didn’t know what to say. “You just gotta talk to the kid. They always need there grown ups to take the first step.” Wheeljack then let’s prime take the young little mech home.
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They just got home. Prime made energon cookies for B-127. “Feel free to eat the cookies I made for you little one.”
The yellow mech then started to make there way to the table and began eating. 

Prime followed and took the opportunity to ask him.

“B-127… are you sleeping alright?” Prime decided to start to ask the yellow mech

“I- wha?!- yeah sir… I’m fine.” B-127 says trying to brush off the tiredness. Scratching his optics a little.
“B-127… I know when you are not telling the truth. I sometimes here whimpers coming from Your berth. But when I check on you, it seems like you’re fast asleep…” prime then placed his servos to the yellow mechs shoulder pads. 

“Please… tell me what’s wrong… let me help you…” prime says 

B-127 couldn’t get out of this interrogation. Even though he wanted to. But… maybe… talking doesn’t sound bad at all…
The yellow mech then began to take a deep breath. 

“I- i keep having these… visions… bad ones…” B-127 started to talk.

“Why didn’t you come to me?”
“I- … you seemed peaceful… I didn’t wanna be a bother to you… “ the yellow mech says

“There would be nothing that would make you a bother to me. I want to help you.” Prime says trying to comfort the youngling 

“It… they seemed to be remnants of my… my past memories… my past life…” B-127 says sadly. 
“Could you tell me… more about them…? You’re nightmares?” Prime then asks 

B-127 didn’t want to. How could he? Energon blood stains… on his servos…the mysterious green mech he keeps seeing everywhere…? 

“I don’t wanna talk about it…” B-127 then puts his head down. 

“I don’t know much about nightmares… dreams… but… I do know one thing.” 
The yellow mech then looks at prime 

“Is that I will always be here for you. And you will always not be a bother.” Prime then hugs the young mech

“Please don’t hesitate to come to me after a nightmare. You can’t heal if you won’t help yourself… ok?” 
B-127 then just hugs him back tightly. 

It felt like this was the first time he got a comforting hug. Why did he felt like that…?

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It was a few months after B-127 was in going to the daycare back and forth.

Business was totally not booming right now for the daycare.

The allspark is getting weaker and weaker day by day. Prime was investigating it but he still couldn’t figure out why it’s getting weaker. 

The councils was saying that there will be war between the Autobots and the decepticons. So now they are recruiting the little ones to be Autobots. Ensuring the victory of the Autobots and the safety of kaon. 

Prime was against the idea of it. He didn’t want the idea of Young mechs fighting for a war.
Sadly the councils already made the decision.

And worst of all, since B-127 was one of the last healthy made sparklings made by the all spark, he was automatically signed to be a part of the training.

 
Once wheeljack heard news that the councils were going to make wheeljack trains the little ones,since he owns a daycare, wheeljack was about to throw hands at them. 
Prime managed to stop him just in time.

“Prime! The frag do you think your doing?!? These younglings are innocent! They are not supposed to be part of this idiotic war! It’s not even war yet! Prime- let me go-“
“Wheeljack. Please.” Prime pleaded
It was very rare for prime to call wheeljack by his name. Made him too stunned to speak. It walkways means prime was serious . 

Wheeljack stood back and took a few deep breaths. 

“I was also against the idea. But… I’m afraid that the council still has more superiority over me… I- I tried to … I really tried to change there minds… but…” prime coudent finish the sentence. He knew that wheeljack knows what he means. 

Prime was so …disappointed at himself for letting the council let this happen to the young generations… especially to B-127

“On the bright side… B-127 will be… will be in your care starting tomorrow’s training… Atleast I know he will be in good hands.” Prime says
“I’ll take cake of them prime. I’ll take care of B-127.” Wheeljack says 

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The training program started. Prime had already told B-127 about this. What made prime wonder was why B-127 didn’t fight back at the idea.
“I donno why… but I feel like I’ve already done training before…” B-127 said.
Which prime made him more wonder. Who was B-127 before he found him? 

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A soldier mech arrived at the training grounds. He thought them how to do blocking attacks. And then hitting attacks. All the basics for fighting.

All the other young mechs failed miserable at protecting themselves. Couldn’t even lay a finger at the grown mech. Making them fall to the ground with a loud thud.

 
One mech stood up. Which was B-127. 
He was able to block all of the blocks from a grown mech.
“He’ll yeah. Who is this mech wheeljack?” The Autobot soldier asks 
“Thats B-127 “ 

“B-127? Ha! What a formidable name for a strong mech! I see a fine autobot in the future in you! Show me more you can do kiddo!”
The autobot soldier then began attacking B-127 continuously. It made wheeljack worry. 

B-127 didn’t feel anything. He wasent even growing tired. For some reason… all the attacks form the autobot solder was slow. Like he could see and read there every move. It was like… he was trained for this…?

“Alright that’s enough. Don’t you think B-127 deserves a break so you can focus on the tiger mechs?” Wheeljack demands.  angrily annoyed 

“Alright. Alright. I’ll stop for now. You go rest kid. I’ll be sure to put in a good word for you for the councils.” The soldier autobot then decided to give the other mechs a try.

“Cmon kid. Lest get you some enrgon. You managed to fight off a grown mech. Seems like you had training.” Wheeljack then sat with B-127.
“I- I know this sounds crazy… but… but I kinda feel like… like I was trained for this…?” B-127 says awkwardly

“… what do you mean kid?” Wheeljack says while eating a energon 

“… the more I think about it when I was dodging off the mechs attack… blocking than attacking… it almost… it almost feels like I already knew what to do. Like… almost like I was trained to do so….” B-127 says staring at the energon on his servos 

“… could it be from… your past life…?” Now wheeljack and B-127 was thinking hard.

Who was he? Before Optimus found me unconscious on the ground…?

“You know… I read something in a book. A Bumblebee.”
“A bumblebee?”

“Yup. A bumblebee. It’s a really cute thing. very loyal to his queen. Called an insect in another planet. But when it stings you using there sharp thing on there aft, it hurts a lot.” Wheeljack says smiling 
“Huh. bumblebee… huh?”

“Cute but deadly. Just like you.” wheeljack says while looking at the yellow mech
“And the best part… both of you are color yellow. Hah. What a coincidence.”

B-127 then looks at wheeljack. Then looks to where the mechs were training.

 
“Doesn’t seem like a bad name really.” Bumblebee says 

Chapter Text

It has been a few months after prime found B-127 to the alley. Almost turning to a year now after a few days.

Bumblebee made a few new friends.

His first friend that he introduced to prime was Bulkhead. A green mech. Whom There spark was bigger than any mech.

Hot rod. Who’s personality was more bright that the allspark. A little too bright if you ask prime.

Prime invited them for the party. A little celebration for celebrating the day prime found B-127 on the ally. But since B-127 doesent want it to be called like that, he changed it to “spark-day” a celebration like a birthday in human terms.

now that prime thinks more about it… it does sound weird. Creepy even.

“Happy celebration of finding a random mech on an alley” Prime could only imagine saying that and then all optics would look at him worried and probably even frightened.

The kids were talking about which gift to give Bumblebee. It’s the only topic they could ever talk about for the past week. Prime was also thinking hard on what gift to give Bumblebee.

Then an idea pops

what better gift to give the yellow mech than to give back his memories? 
At least… that’s what prime thinks

Rechet spent a whole year dedicating his research in retrieving memories.

B-127 case was special.

They were corrupted from the high electric shot he took. Corrupted memory files he calls it. He did everything his power can to research about corrupted memories. 
He remembers Rechet contacting him about it a few weeks ago.

Prime was happy about the news... He really was.

But… a part of him worries.

what if he won’t remember him…?

That if the yellow mech found out his past life, he would go back and won’t see him again.

I mean, it was clear he wasn’t from kaon, his design we very different from the Keon mechs, not to mention yellow wasn’t a really popular color among kaons robots.

But he thought it was for the best. It really was.

What if he would not come back

If the yellow mech decided to go back to his old life… he could only hope… no… wish… that he would visit him from time to time. Nothing else but to see him.

The past year with the yellow youngling… was the best year the could have… well after D-16 went rogue.

He just wish the young yellow mechs fate was not the same as his old friend.

What if he becomes like D-16

He was afraid that…after knowing the past and history… it would change the mech… entirely… just like D-16…

But prime just brushed off his thoughts. These were bad thoughts. Why would he even think like that? Of course B-127 will be fine. . . .

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What if-

“Hey…prime? You ok…?” Bumblebee asks out of the blue. Inturups prime from thinking more of what if’s 

Prime then looks at the yellow mech. “Hm? Oh- it’s nothing little one. Why do to ask?” Was his face plates showing too much? Prime thought

“You seem… kinda down these past few days. Is something on you’re processor? ” Bumblebee replies

Prime then took a deep breath.

“If… if you had the chance to retrieve you’re… past memories… are you… gonna… you know…” prime couldn’t finish the sentence. This is embarrassing! He isn’t showing his primeness right now. He’s being agitated that he couldn’t share was he was feeling right now. This isn’t how a prime should act- it shouldn’t-

“… if I ever remember my past memories… I wouldn’t forget about the new memories I made with you these past months.” Bumblebee then started talking. Sitting more closer to him

Primes optics widened, dilating as if he were staring into the abyss. Then he was kind of relieved.

“If you were able to remember where you came from… where you’re real family was… where your real friends was… I … I hope you will come visit us in kaon” Prime says trying not to shed a tear

Bumblebee stared at the tall mech for a while. Then he reached out for his servos. “What makes you think your not part of my real family…?” Bumblebee then asks.

Now the yellow mech was the one with the worried faceplate

Prime then lets the words sink in.

He was part of his family. He would never forget his family. A wave of reliefs was all over prime then hugged the yellow mech.

“It seemed like I was getting worried for nothing little one…” prime hugged Bumblebee a little more tightly. And Bumblebee happily hugged back.

Chapter Text

It’s been a few weeks after Bumblebee’s spark-day celebration.

he keeps having twice the visions he usually gets. But he couldn’t tell to prime. He was too busy. You wanna know why?
The Autobots and decepticons are at war now. There would be bombings here and there. 
Prime was very busy. It’s been a stressful week. He would sometimes not even go home to bumblebee for days.

But bumblebee didn’t mind. He had wheeljack to look after him.
And besides… bumblebee had great news once prime comes back

Bumblebee is gonna became a cadet now. He was the top of wheeljacks class. After a few weeks he will be assigned to a new mentor.

Wheeljack was hesitant at first, but it was for the best. He couldn’t do anything really. 

It makes bumblebee the youngest cadet ever was in history.  

Well, if he passes the screening test.

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“Morning Bumblebee. You ready for the screening test?” Wheeljack asks enthusiasticly. Bumblebee takes a few deep breaths. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Bumblebee says and starts walking toward the training grounds. Meeting two mechs. One was kind of familiar.

“Ah. You must be B-127. A pleasure.” The autobot says. He then noticed the mech beside him. It was-
“And this is w-“
“Wasp…?” Bumblebee finished the sentence.

Then bumblebee realized something. How did he knew his name? Wasp was a mech? Not a thing? Not an imaginary friend? What is happening-

“This is Cadet W-189. We shall begin the screening test. I’ll leave it to you.” After the autobot left, wasp and bumblebee just stared at each-other for a few breems.

Wasp was staring blankly and bumblebee stared back awkwardly.

“I will have a mech come here to act as your opponent for your screening test.” Wasp then walked away.

Great. So much for first impressions.  bumblebee thought. He then sighs and prepares for battle. 

Just then he hears screaming from the other mechs from a distance... What is going on?

Then a big mech appeared. Entering the battle grounds. Then a shield of electro magnets appears. Surrounding the battle grounds. Wheeljack was too late to notice and was banging at the shield. “Kid!”

Bumblebee looks at wheeljack. What is happening right now?

He then glances through his surroundings. Then looks at the mech which has a decepticon insignia. 

“I’m guessing your a decepticon? Who sent you?” Bumblebee shouts. The mech was too tall for them to hear him. But he tried.
“I did.” Then a mech appeared. Bumblebee was shocked. 
It was wasp. What?
“You? W-what’s the meaning of thi-“

”the only mech the knew my name was one of my 4 friends. One of em was missing this past year…”

bumblebee was stunned. Scarp. What is he going to do now?!?!

”so yup do know me?” Wasps faceplates from a calm look, turned to a cold annoyed angry face expression.

“So this is where you have been hiding? Golden dagger?” Wasp asks 

He just left bumblebee more puzzled. Very very much Confused. “What?” The only thing bumblebee could say to him.

“You left for over a year and this is where you were hiding? In enemy territory? No wonder I couldn’t reach you.” Wasp then looks at the big decepticon.

“Do what you must. Just keep him alive.” The decepticons immediately accepted the orders and immediately made his move. Crashing his huge servos hard on the ground. Bumblebee dodging it.

The mech just kept on smashing the ground. Bumblebee kept dodging all of them. 
Seriously. What is happening.  Who is the golden dagger? Am I supposed to know who this golden dagger is? Bumblebee thought.

Bumblebee was lost in his processor and almost gets smashed. Crap. That almost got me. Concentrate B-127! I need to do something! Anything! B-127 thought to himself.

“Hurry and do your job piece of scarp!” Wasp yells. He seemed annoyed.

 
Then the mech started to blast blasters at Bumblebee. Bumblebee dodges a few attacks and aims at the decepticons blasters. Hitting it and breaking it to pieces. He did the same for the other blaster and soon the decepticon didn’t have any servos.

Bumblebee then took out his sword and slashed at the decepticons feet. Making the mech stumble in off balance and falls on the ground. 

Bumblebee then looks at wasp. “Please. Call this idiotic mission off! The decepticon is down! I don’t want to hurt you!” Bumblebee shouts. hoping he would surrender.

Just the wasp faceplates became an agitated annoyed faceplate. “Typical golden dagger. Always talked to every mech like they they are below you.” Wasp scoffs 

What? What was he talking about?

He was about to ask but gets interrupted by prime destroying the electromagnet felid surrounding the battle ground. 
“Prime?” Bumblebee asks. “Bumblebee! Don’t worry! I got you little one!” Prime says while running and blasting at wasp. 

Wasp dodging and hides at the boulder. Prime then makes his was to the yellow mech. “Are you alright?? Are you hurt?-“

 
“I’m fine prime. Why are you here?”. “Wheeljack called for backup. My team was near so we went here. What are you doing here?” Prime says brushing off a few dirt from the yellow mech
“I- it was supposed- today was my screening training for me to become a cadet…” bumblebee says shyly. Rubbing his back helm a little.

Primes optics widened. And then hugs bumblebee. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to supply you. “ prime says sadly.

“Your here now…” the yellow mech hugged prime back.
“Hey guys! We still got company!-“ 

The moment gets interrupted with prime being stabbed near his spark chamber. “Prime!” Bumblebee yelled as prime fell on his knees

No no-no no no no!
“Prime!” Bumblebee cried out. Then the stabbed blade retracting.

“Why are you doing this!” Bumblebee yelled. His optics flickering. Looking at wasp
“Golden dagger. Surely you haven’t forgotten your training…” wasp smirkingly says. “Make this as your follow up.” Wasp smirks 

Everything in bumblebees mind went black. He was now moving in his own without his mind telling him what to do. Standing up and gripping his servos.

His optics flickering to a dark crimson red.

He disappeared. Wasp wasn’t able to react at the upcoming punch B-127 did on his face. He was too fast. It was too fast.
Bumblebee then pressed his feet hard on wasps chest plates. Trapping wasp hard on the ground. Wasp was holding holding bumblebees feet with both servos. Grunting

“Now I remember… wasp… you always were in the way for me to get to the top.” B-127 says coldly. 

Wasp smirks. “So you do remember me…” he smiles. Still grunting.
Bumblebees optics flickers. “I do know you tried to offline prime…” B-127 said with no emotions. Blasters aiming at wasp.
“Bumblebee!” Bumblebees optics then flikers. He shakes his helm and then his optics went back on bring blue.

“Prime!” Bumblebee then runs towards where prime was
“His gonna be fine kid-“ Rechet tried ensuring the kid. “The ground bridge will open about a minute- I need you to keep the desepticons away from prime..” Rechet orders.

“Got it.” Bumblebee then looks back. Readying his sword.”after all, this is still my screening test.” His other servos turned to a blaster and then started to blast on the upcoming deception’s running towards them. 

Wasp just watched as each decepticons fall down. Each gets either get blasted or sliced in half by the golden dagger.

“Commander! What are we supposed to do-“ the decepticon got inturupted with bumblebees sword piercing through there sparks chamber. Falling down showing bumblebee. Standing with a cold face.

Wasp stood up. Bumblebee stared at him.

Bumbleebe felt that the mech who was infront of him, was his family. Like a mech that he knew for a very long time… but at the same time… he couldn’t remember anything but his name.

Wasp.

“So… you choose… this.” Wasp servos grips more. Looking down at the ground.
“Over the Phantom Operatives?”
“Over your friends. You’re family.”
Wasp then looks at the yellow mech

“Over us…” a single tear fell on wasps faceplates 

Bumblebee didn’t know what to say. He needed an explanation. About everything. About wasp. About him.

“I know when I’m beaten.” Wasp says. Turns around and files off with his jet form.

Bumblebee wanted to stop him. He wanted to reach out for his servos. He wanted to run for him. But he was finding the reason… on why…?

Just then a space bridge opens. “Kid! Get in!” Rechet yells. Bumblebee stared at the sky for a breem and the follows them through the portal.

He needs answers. Like right now.

Chapter Text

Optimus was laying on the berth. Still unconscious.

There were good news and bad news.
Good news is that Thankfully Rechet was able to make his stabilized and fixed the damage after the stab near his allspark. 

Bad news is that prime was now in a coma. 

It was already been 3 days. He’s been getting energon fluid for his nutrition and vitamins and all that. To keep prime alive 
Rechet says it might take more days, possibly weeks til he wakes up. That still didn’t stop from bumblebee always being at his side. Never leaving till necessarily.

He’s been thinking that it was time to dig to the past. He didn’t want to leave his sires primes side. But he has too. He doesn’t want anymore mechs to get hurt

 
The only way to do that was to know why wasp was angry at him. And to do that is to know who wasp it. And to do that… he must know who he was. Before all of this

Rechet came in for his daily maintenance check up like the usual. He took this opportunity to tell me that he will be leaving. 

“Doc… I’m gonna go.”. Bumblebee says standing up. Rechet looks at him. Then his gaze softened.
“You’re gonna find out who you really were. I get it kid.” Rechet says while doing some scans and looks at the yellow mech.”I already know.”

he then sighs. “Just… promise me you won’t offline. K kid?” Rechet asks.

Bumblebee hugs Rechet tight. “Promise me you will take care of him.” Bumblebee said. Then looks at prime.

“I will.” With that bumblebee left the med bay and went straight to the records.

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Alright. Best place to get some information are last records. Why don’t we search…
Bumblebee then types in

<Golden Dagger> 

Just then 4 data pads appeared.

Huh. Does these data pads holds enough data I need…? Bumblebee thought to himself.
He goes through all 4 data pads. All with the same data.

<Golden Dagger>
designation: unknown 
carrier/sire: unknown 
last seen: a year ago(estimated)
details/work: works for the Phantom operatives 

Well… this was useless. Other than the work detail. I think I’m gonna have to search up what that company is. Bumblebee thought. He then scrolls down

extra details: pray for the allspark he does not find you

… what…? Bumblebee was… huh? Bee could only thought. What was he before all this…?

That was most of the important informations he could not get from all 4 data pads. So he then typed a new search.

<Phantom operatives>
It’s time to know what this place really was. 

[ Phantom Operatives ]

Bumblebee then reads through 

Phantom Operatives is an elite, clandestine assassination company specializing in high-stakes contracts that demand precision, discretion, and unparalleled skill. Forced shutdown about 2 years ago.

Why did it shut down…? Bumblebee could only thought. Then scrolls down more, reeding through some more

This company Composed of former intelligence agents, military operatives, and master tacticians, this covert organization operates in the shadows, executing missions worldwide with surgical efficiency. Their motto, "Silent Shadows, Unseen Ends," encapsulates their commitment to maintaining the utmost secrecy while achieving their objectives. With a reputation for success and a code of honor that governs their actions, Phantom Operatives navigate the murky waters of moral ambiguity, leaving no trace behind as they fulfill the demands of their enigmatic clientele.

“Why did it shutted do-“

reason of why this organization was forced to cancel:

Well that was convenient. Bumblebee thoguht to himself.

Company have been working for the government to offline any mechs who dares to defy the government. 

Huh. Basically corruption.

Payed the mechs working at the company to kill any mech from orders from the government 

Yup. Corruption indeed. Bumblebee thought to himself.

 Have been training sparklings to worriers. Possible war threat. 

… huh…? Bumblebee was sweating. He was hoping he would not find his designat-

Proofs:(designations of the sparklings)

- B-131
- B-130
- B-129
- B-128
- B-127

Bumblebees optics widened. Scrap.
He then scrolls some more. 

-> B-127

The frag? There’s even a few data about me? Myself? Wait- is it even me?-

A yellow and black striped mech.

Yup. Thats Definitely me.

The most successful experiment made. The successful assassination result. For the past 2 years since sparkling, he has been in testing. For the next 5 years, he was been training to be an assassin. And for the next 3 years, he has been known as the golden dagger.

Bumblebee gulped as he saw the name. Golden dagger huh? 

Golden dagger proved to be the best of the best. The best out of the 5 experimented sparklings. He took orders and missions without hesitations. Never missed any kills. 

“This- that can’t-… it couldn’t be me-“ bumblebee said wishing it wasn’t him. He then scrolls down

He sees a picture. It was him alright. Just looks a little bit younger. Few dents and bruises here and there. Optics with a blue dim light.

He then saw himself at the reflection of himself through the data pad.
The first thing he noticed was the color of his optic’s. His was more brighter… on the picture… it was dimmer. 

What did I experience to get to that stage? Bumblebee wondered. Afraid of what more information there is he could find digging.

Alright. I think it’s time to visit this assassination company. Bumblebee thought while standing up and leaving the records.

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“I would like a space bridge please. At this place please.” Bumblebee handed a paper to the autobot mech guarding the space bridge 
“Alright little guy. But don’t you need a grown up to come with you…?” The bot asks 

“Why would I need someone to babysit me?” Bumblebee says annoyed.
“W-well since you are still little- I’m afraid I need you to come with a grown mech. Otherwise I have to decline on making you a space bridge little guy.”

scarp. Looks like this bot won’t budge-

“I’ll go with him.” A mech suddenly said out of the blue. Bumblebee looks at the bot

“Wheeljack? I thoguht you were on medbay?” Bumblebee asks curiously

 
“I was just dispatched. I didn’t have any injury anyways. And plus, I don’t have anything to do for the day. Do you wanna go to the place or not kid?” Wheeljack asks smirkingly 

Just the the space bridge appeared. “Thanks” bumblebee said sincerely to wheeljack.

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Both mechs arrived at the place. It was abandoned. Looked unstable and totally not safe .at all.

“What are we doing here again?” Wheeljack asks
“I saw this place in one of my data pads.” Bumblebee says and started walking toward the building. Wheeljack followed

Bee felt like he nkew this place. Like a feeling of Déjà vu. Yup, we’re definitely in the right place alright. Bumblebee thought so himself.

They looked through the buildings rooms and corridors. Hallways and stairways. 

As they were about to enter another room, they were stoped by a mech. “Halt! D-don’t make me use my blaster at y-“ the robot then stopped as soon as he saw the yellow mech.

“B-127…?” The mech asks. Her servos shaking as she covers her mouth in disbelief 

Bumblebee and wheeljack looks at each-other. “You know me…?” Bumblebee started to ask

“I-impossible… no- it can’t be-… could it be…?” The mech then lowered her blaster and touched bumblebees cheeks.

“Your real. You’re here! Oh my primus! We thought we lost you!”. “Excuse me, who’s we…?” Wheeljack asks.

Then the mech then gestures to follow them thought a secret doorway with a passcode. Both mechs just curiously followed

“Hey kid-“ wheeljack whispers while lowering a little to bumblebees level. “Yea…?” 

“What’s this place called again?” Wheeljack curiously asks.

“This was a place Called Phantoms Operatives.” Just then prowl looked like he saw a ghost. Completely became pale white.
“WHA-“ wheeljacks screams gets interrupted once the door opens.

It showed many mechs with while lab coats. All running around, working at the area. All seemed pretty busy. 

“After you disappeared everything went haywire kid. Where were you? What happened to your mission?” The mech then asked 
“Funny thing actually- I- I uhm… I kinda have amnesia.” The mech then started at Bumblebee for a while. Hinting to explain more. “Seems like I got fired with high voltage and made me forgot my past… I’ve been living with a few mechs for the past year… “ bumblebee says.

“That explains a lot.” The mech says kinda relived. “What do you mean?” Wheeljack curiously asks.

“… I’ll show you.” The mech said. Typing something in her shoulder pads.
Then showed a hologram of  bumblebees past self.

“you didn’t seemed like yourself just now. You- you were… different… form the other mechs.You know how sparklings can be very vulnerable? Like can easily be broken…? Well… your - your real sires and mechs died. Leaving the- uh… your spark-bond weak. Making you kinda numb in such a young age. “ bumblebee felt a wave of sadness and shocked. He didn’t had any sires or mechs form the beginning? Geez. Talk about his luck.

“We, the scientists took you in. You carrier was one of our best scientists. She was like a big sister to all of us… so we didn’t hesitate to take you in.” The mech says sadly. Trying to brush off those painful sad memories she had.

“Something happened and… well… the decepticons got a hold of the facility. They brought in 4 new sparklings. All of them were a little older than you. It was the same year when we took you with us. Then they forcefully took you guys from us.” The mech then grips there servo hard.

“The only source of communication we had with you was when they made us … they made us experimented on you… and the rest of the sparklings also.” She stoped talking and looked at the yellow mech.

“I… I wish I could’ve done something. I wish I could’ve done more to save you… from megatron…” she shamefully says

“You did your best. It seems like you never wanted to hurt any mech…” wheeljack says trying to comfort the femme.

“We never wanted to experiment on young soakings… we were for research for regeneration skills….” She then stops and frantically scanned through the yellow mech.
“Speaking of… did you… do you still know how…?”
Bumblebee didn’t know what she ment. He just tilted his helm a bit.

“You know what… maybe it’s for the best… that you remember that part for yourself.” She says while she sighs.

“Hmmm so… amnesia ey? … not really my specialty-“ she then snapss her servos. “Oh!-“ she then runs off to a room.

two mech just looked at each other wondering where she went.

“Come.! Come quick!” The femme yells.

“I have a hard drive of your… memories…well… Mostly camera footage and recorders… but once your processor has it and it can download everything… it should help you remember…no?” She then pulls up a hard drive. 

Bumblebee without hesitation then stood inside the container and wires for the hard drive to load in his processor. Which leads him to be in statis mode.

“So… wheeljack… right?” The mech asks 
“Yup. You?” Wheeljack asks back.

“The names H-777, but my friends call me dala. Nice to meet you.” She says smilingly 

“pleasures all mine.” He smiles

“So… how did you found B-127 unconscious on the ground…in an alley?” Dala asks 
“Oh- I didn’t - I wasn’t the one that found him. It was Prime. Optimus Prime. He’s the one that’s been taking care of him for the past year.” Wheeljack replied

“Ah I see… so… what connection do you have with B-127?” She curiously asks 

“I was his daycare teacher. Now I’m the one that trains him.” He then gets inturupted with a laugh from dala. 

Wheeljack just stared at the laughing mech till she notices that wheeljack was staring at her weirdly.

“Y-your kidding … right?” Dala asks 
“N-no…?” Wheeljack replied 

“Ah… right… the whole amnesia thing… totally forgot about that… my bad. Heh.” Dala brushed off the silence. 

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bumblebee felt he was deep in status. But this time… it felt different. He could see memory files floating. Just waiting to be clicked and downloaded.

From the memory of him being a sparkling on a crib, to being in the test tubes, to training. And to the alley. 

It was all making sense now.

Little by little he was feeling like his old self now.

Those gaps on his memories were fading and being filled up. Those weird feelings, visions and memories making sense now. Everything was making sense now.
It took a few hours till it was finally complete.

“It’s coneplete. I’ll take him out of statis mode.” Dala says while typing some few buttons to the machine.
The wires connected from bumblebees helm took off immediately. It took a few breems till he finally opened his eyes.

“Kid?” Wheeljack asks.” Bumblebee remembered who he was now.
“Thankyou. I finally got what I came for.” B-127 said with a firm voice. “Let’s not bother the scientists worth there work wheeljack. go back to base.” Wheeljack just looks at the yellow mech worriedly. 

“Your finally back B-127.” Dala smiled weakly. “Promise me… that you will save them…” she asks 
“That was always the plan.” B-127 looked back plainly and then dala showed the way back outside for space bridge.
They waved goodbye and they were waking for a space bridge to appear any minute.

whelkack then started to request for a ground bridge.
“I’m not joining you this time wheeljack.” B-127 says. Not looking at the mech.

“W-what…? Why?” Weehlajck immediately asks. Looks at the yellow mech

“I’m gonna go save them. I’m gonna save my friends. And I don’t wanna drag any more mechs with me. I don’t want to see mechs get injured because of my mission. It’s too dangerous.” Wheeljack was about to oppose but gets interrupted 

“Before you oppose… I need to look out for Optimus. Take care of him for me will ya?” B-127 says. Finally looks at wheeljack with sad optics.

“Tell him… tell him that I was grateful I was found by him.”

Wheeljack smiled.

“I’ll do the first thing you asked. But for the last one…” wheeljack that looks at Bumblebee 
“Your gonna have to come back and tell him yourself that kid.” With that the portal opened.

“You better come back kid” wheeljack said before entering the space bridge.

B-127 looked back. He sighed. “Time to save my friends”

Chapter Text

I don’t like this story.

dknt worry— I’m not gonna abandon it just like that. 
im gonna remake it. 
so if Anyone is still hoping for updates — probably not— I’ll be making a remake 

maybe after I finish my first story I’m making. “Multiverse Mayhem.”

until then!

-Mocha