(In this new short Transformer fic, we finally find out how Bumblebee was found by the Autobots. Rated T for action violence and death. Bumblebee, Optimus Prime, Elita 1, and any other Autobots mentioned in this story belong to Hasbro and all credit goes to them. The only thing I own is city of Solarian and my OC Pilara.)

Discovery

The battle was fierce, explosive and epic. Cannons, guns, and blades clashed as the Decepticons attacked the city of Solarian. All the deployed Autobots were doing their best to protect the innocent civilians, as well as lead them to evacuation stations, for the Decepticons were not only out to destroy the city, but were also on the move to kill off any femmes or sparklings. This was the motive of the Decepticons, for if there were any female Autobots around, they would be receptive to the production of Autobot sparklings, and if there were any sparklings, they would grow into Autobots soldiers, scouts, and other factions.

As the battle raged on, several citizens that did not make it to the evacuation stations due to rescuers being killed or by unlucky coincidences, had to hide themselves from the advancing horde of murderers, in hopes that they would survive. One of these was a mini-bot femme named Pilara. She hid herself amongst some demolished buildings, and for a while, no Decepticon had found her, but she knew it wouldn't be long before some one did. She wasn't only concerned for her life, she had her attention focused on a small, new born sparkling in her arms. A sparkling that was just a few days old.

"Easy, little one. The Autobots will find us, and we'll be safe." She cooed, but rescue seemed fruitless, for the deployed Autobots stationed in the city perished under the fire of the Decepticons, and there seemed to be no hope for a chance of escape from this nightmare.

"Please, please let there be hope for my child." Pilara whispered and prayed, watching the smoke and fire blaze through the streets, engulfing the many structures and buildings of her once peaceful home.

"Ironhide, Wheel Jack, and Jazz, you take to the residential area while Elita 1, Ratchet and I will take the industrial region. Report any survivors to me by com link and bring them back to the pre-made medical station as soon as possible." Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, ordered his team as soon as they reached the city of Solarian. After his team managed to drive away the advancing Decepticons, they now made it their full-time job to find any survivors as well as left over energon depositories that were not destroyed by the Decepticons.

"Yes sir." The Autobots said and the teams dispersed to the districts of Solarian in search of any surviving citizens. For many hours they had only managed to fins a handful of mechs and femmes still functioning and alive, but all the others were found offline, shot or blasted by the gunfire during the battle. For Optimus Prime, it deeply saddened him that these innocent mechs, femmes, and younglings had tried their hardest to live, to be free from the war, but were taken away and now had to dwell in the Well of Allsparks.

"Optimus, quickly! I have two functioning mechs here, but their trapped inside. Get over here!" Ratchet called to his commander, after he heard the moans of two mechs being crushed by a pile of rubble. Prime managed to get there just in time to help with the CMO and carefully remove the two injured Cybertronians.

"Oh, thank you, Prime. Thank you so much. My son and I were almost sure we were about to see Primus himself." Thanked an elderly mech as he and his younger son held hands.

"You are welcome. Ratchet, transform and bring them to the medical station. The young one is severely injured and need medical attention now." Optimus Prime ordered the medic as he noticed a spark of electricity and a deep gash in the leg of the younger mech.

"I'm on it, Prime." Ratchet said as he turned into his vehicle mode and Optimus carefully loaded the injured mechs inside.

Optimus watched as the medic drove off, and he stood in thoughts of remorse for the others that could not be saved. There was too many casualties to count, and only a small handful of survivors. He was now growing sick to his mid section from seeing the bodies of the lifeless victims, the energon that was once apart of their bodies bleeding out, the grayscale tones that now replaced their vibrantly colored armour. Optimus was now rethinking about his decision to lead the Autobots on this quest for peace, because if it meant more casualties like this, what was the point of it all.

Sighing, he left his post and went off in search of his bondmate, Elita 1. After walking through the empty, rubble and debris filled streets, Optimus felt severely depressed. This whole day felt so awful and spark breaking, seeing all the dead souls lose their own life due to another factions hatred and cold-blooded mission to destroy peace, love, and brotherhood.

"Help...help me."

Optimus's CPU was interrupted from his thoughts when he heard a soft, dying voice coming from one of the piles of crumbled metal and steel. He also saw a hand, reaching out.

Quickly, he made his way to the bot underneath the rubble and moved the rubble off with his immense strength. He gasped, for it was a femme, a femme who's colors were fading fast and turning grey. She was dying and was very close.

"Please, save him. Save him and raise him...for me.." The femme said, before her optics went off, and her head rested on the ground, and her body turned gray-scale. She was gone.

Optimus felt spark broken, another life was destroyed, and there was nothing he could do to save her.

"Optimus!" Cried Elita 1, as she came to his side and also gasped at the sight of the dead femme. "Oh, Optimus." She said, in a sad tone.

"I tried to get her out, but it was inevitable." Optimus hung his head, his optics closed in sorrow.

"Hey, look. There's something under her." Elita's voice perked up, as she pointed to the dead femme's upper body. Even though the dead femme was on her stomach, something from underneath was pushing it up, trying to get out.

"Quick, help me." Optimus told Elita 1, and the two carefully rolled the body to one side.

What they saw stopped them cold; frozen in their stance, and their optics seem to double in size. A tiny, yellow and black sparkling, was on its back, wriggling around and cooing, its eyes closed for it was starting to cry. It opened its mouth and small whimpers came from inside of it, small tears falling from its closed optics.

"A sparkling." Optimus and Elita said in unison.

Optimus Prime quickly took hold of the little one and cradled it in his arms. It was a very little sparkling, almost no bigger than the palm of Prime's enormous hands, but Optimus was being very careful and gentle and he kept the little one close to him, keeping the baby warm and secure.

"It's so small. It must have been born about a few days ago. Poor thing, so young to be without its mother." Elita 1 cooed as she softly stroked the two tiny horns on the sparklings helm. The little one mumbled, as it snuggled closer to Optimus, making him look down at it.

"We have to take it back to the medical station, and Ratchet will check it out for any injuries." He then looked at the lost femme. "She would want us to do that. She said in her last words that I should care for her child. And that is what I plan to do."

(Who is this little sparkling? Will it be alright, and will Optimus take up the role of being its father for the time being? Find out in the next chapter. BY the way, the name of my OC Pilara, is based off of the word "yellow" in Hindu. Sparkling Lover out.)