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"BUMBLEBEE!"

A panicked voice froze the battle. 

Autobot's swords found their ways out of Decepticon chassis', similar to how Decepticon guns lowered the barrel from Autobot heads. Everyone was focused on the commotion in the center of the battlefield. Normally, the center of this specific battlefield was a place where treaties were forced to be brought up, where Autobots and Decepticons put their differences aside, even for just a second.

But now fighting was stopped for a different reason.

In the smackdab center, was the dying body of an Autobot scout, Bumblebee. He was presumably taken a blow to his chest, as it was shot out completely, the usual yellow plating charred black. His spark was quite literally outside of his chassis, on the floor near him. Bumblebee's usual blue optics was dim, a now stormy, grey-ish blue. Blue energon stained the metal beneath his pedes and chassis, even staining some of the plating. Bumblebee's voice box had been speared on metal beneath him, tearing it out. Beside him, sat mourning Optimus.

Optimus clutched Bumblebee's body to his chest, sobbing. Megatron slowly approached the two, and one of Bumblebee's optics powered on. He was immobile, able to do nothing but attempt to stare. Even then, the optic died out quick, and he was like a slowly rotting corpse all over again. Optimus' own son, having a slow painful death, and the savior of all could do nothing but watch. Watch in horror as his son died a gruesome death. Watch in terror while his son was stolen of his light. Poetic.

Megatron simply stared.

That was all he could do.

He stared when the Autobots just got up and left, bringing their wounded with them.

He stared when the Decepticons took the march back to Megatron's castle, or their posts. 

Even Decepticons mourned the death of the Autobot. He'd been kind to them. He was a perfect example of loyalty. And no one knew who killed him. No one knew who's fault it was. But everyone blamed each other. 

That evening, Megatron made the executive decision to have Soundwave send off some cassettes to observe the burial sight, to see if the Autobots truly thought Bumblebee was dead. That his light was being drained.

The scraping sound of metal, Autobot panels on the castle floors when the cassettes returned told him everything he needed to know. He'd take the dying bot in, nurse him to full health, and teach him to be a real Decepticon. Not like he didn't need it. 

Megatron found himself only able to simply stare again when Bumblebee was dragged to the medic's, just to see what could be done.

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After an uncomfortably long amount of cycles, he was ready.

Keeping him under the name "Bumblebee" was dangerous, therefore, he had changed it to another insect. He had gone with Carniolan, after a breed of Bumblebee. He did not have much knowledge on insects, but Shockwave was not against providing the name of a specimen he had used. Having the bright yellow as the color palette to lighter colors, going from a bold yellow to a light goldenrod. Hilariously enough, another name he was thinking of choosing for the ex-bot. Unfortunately, they couldn't perfectly piece back all of him together, needing to remove parts to put his spark back into place. He had only one arm and no voice box.

On a more positive note, when he had awoken, he had memory of how he'd "died", but was furious at Optimus for "leaving him to die". He didn't seem too pissed at Megatron. In fact, Carniolan gladly took the name, claiming he enjoyed the sound of the name. Once he was free roaming he was given simple instructions: stay with Casseticons. And his only other rule? Never leave the ship. And he did amazing at it. Every day, while they tested new voice boxes, he was with a Casseticon. He left the ship about twice a week on supervised visits to nearby fields.

The only issue with having Carniolan on board was needing to land near flower gardens so he had a nice quiet place to visit. Ravage also seemed to grow to enjoy the relaxing fields, she was watching over him most of the time anyways. However, the problem with this was the risk of being spotted. 

CURRENTLY A WIP - I WANTED TO READ FANFIC AND ITS 12:47 AM