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They all sat down in the rec. room for a meal of energon together. Ratchet eyed Senera suspiciously.

"How did Prowl get back, but you can't go forward? The time machine seemed fine to me." He said with a half growl. It wasn't that he minded Senera, he just was worried about Bumblebee.

"Knowing Wheeljack, it's probably fixed. They just don't want me back yet. I'm Bee's mate. The Decepticons would have a field day." She said, helping Thumper wipe up some energon that had spilled down his front. Bumblebee glared at Ratchet.

Ironhide could see the tension brewing. He didn't want his little Bee to get into a fight.

"So. Tell us what the future is like. Who's there?"

"Well, Chromia, Elita, Prowl, Wheeljack, First Aid, and lots of others. Some, like me, that you didn't know before. A lot of us are the transport ship coming."

"How soon can we expect the ship?" Optimus asked, all business.

"A few vorns."

She sat, pensive for a moment. "Something's happening to Bee. I can feel it. I'm going to go try and contact Prowl. He'll always tell me straight." She got up on unstable legs. Bee went to go help her, but she refused his proffered hand. She went to the computer console, sat down, and hit a few keys. Prowl's somber face appeared. Ratchet and Ironhide followed her.

"I'm so sorry, Senera. Bee's gone."

"What?" she cried frantic, "How did he die?"

"He isn't dead." Prowl said, his voice breaking. "It would have been better if he had. He defected. Our most loyal, our best…I can't understand it." He put his face in his hands. A rare moment of weakness. "Senera, he was our pride and joy…our sparkling. How could he do this to us?"

"It can't be Bee." Senera said, shaking her head. "It's not true. Bee would never do that. He would die first. I know my mate!" she sat numbly.

"It was him, Sen. Ratchet did a scan. He was wearing their insignia. He tried to kill Jazz. He was trying…" Prowl's voice trailed off to a whisper. Neither of the mechs had ever seen Prowl so discomposed.

"What was he trying?" Senera whispered.

"Oh Primus, Senera," Prowl cried out with anguish, "he was trying to rip out Jazz's spark! Our Bee couldn't have done that! But it was him! Primus, I-I, I don't know what to do, or think. I can't function, Sen. If I didn't have Rym, had I lost Jazz…Sen, I'm lost. I've never been this lost in my life. I simply don't know what to do." He said, his head in his hands.

"I should come home." Senera said.

"No. that I must forbid." Prowl said, with a glimmer of his former conviction. "He may come after you and the sparklings to end all ties with us."

"Bee wouldn't do that!" she gasped.

"Senera, he just tried to kill one of his best friends. One of the people who has fought beside him for eons. We don't know what he's capable of. Don't come home. End of story. End of transmission." Prowl said, cutting the video feed.

"Ratchet, Ironhide, I know that you're listening. You have to help me." She said, turning to them. "I need to save Bee. I'll leave the sparklings here. Bee will take good care of them. I need to know what's happened."

"We'll help you, femme." Ironhide said, gruffly. "I know Bee. I raised 'im. He wouldn't do this."

Long story short, they built a time machine. Not being good with mechanical stuff, this author cannot explain how, but trust me, they did it.

Senera put a foot through, and looked back. "You're sure that you don't mind helping Bee with the sparklings?"

Ironhide gauffed. "Don't worry, femme. I got this." He waved her through.

She went through, and back to the time she knew so well, and to an uncertain future. She avoided the Autobot base, and headed out to the field where she and Bee would meet when they were young. She saw a figure crouching there. It was smallish, compact, and yellow! It was Bee!

"Bee!" she called out, but faltered and stopped when she saw the blood-red optics. They shuttered to their normal baby-blue the instant they saw her.

"Senera." He said veneratively, his optics sweeping her form, like they always did. "Senera, I need your help."

"You! You need MY help? You seemed to have an easy enough time of nearly ripping Jazz's spark out!" Bee winced and tried to speak, but she soldiered on. "No Bee! Why? Why would you betray us like that? How can you betray ME like that? You saved me from them, then you join them. Were you trying to get rid of me? What?" he pulled her into his arms and held her as she choked out denials and protests.

When she calmed, he kissed her forehead and said, "I haven't betrayed you."

"Yes you have!"

"No. my orders were to infiltrate, and get as much as I could. That's what I was told to do after my capture. It's what I'm doing. When Jazz wakes up, he'll be able to tell them. I did it on purpose. I did something that no mech can survive, which elevated me in Megatron's eyes. Dear, I'm his second lieutenant. I outrank even Starscream. I can overthrow him." He said seriously.

He embraced her. She could feel his spark dancing against hers. She had missed him. "If you ask Optimus, he'll tell you." He kissed her head again. "Which leads me to why I need your help, love. They want proof that I've killed Jazz. I'm supposed to be gathering proof. I need you to go steal Jazz's old spark casing. The one that was damaged during the first fight with Megatron on Earth. I can use it to prove that I've killed him. I can get rid of Megatron. Please help me, dear."

"I will. I'm not supposed to be here. Prowl told me to stay where you sent me. He's lost his CPU. You nearly killing Jazz has really hurt him."

"I am sorry about that, but it couldn't be helped."

"Why Jazz?"

"I knew that I could use the old spark casing. That and all the scars Jazz has from that first fight made him look a lot worse than he was. I didn't have to hurt him as much to seem cruel."

"I'll be back," she whispered, kissing his cheek plate, "Wait here."

"For you? Forever." He sat down and waited.

It was easy enough; slip into storage, grab the casing, and run. And that's exactly what she did. She nearly got caught by Prowl, but thankfully, he was too distracted to notice her.

She brought it back to Bee, who kissed her again, and slipped off into the night. She went back through the portal, back to her sparklings, and her soon-to-be mate.

"Senera?" the young Bumblebee asked, "Are you alright? You look sick."

She saw his face, the face she had fallen in love with, the face that she had just seen with blood-red optics, the face she couldn't resist, and she collapsed. She threw herself into his arms and began to sob. He held her, soothed her, calmed her, just like her Bee would have. When she was done, she looked at him sheepishly.

"Sorry," she murmured.

"Senera, you're my mate, or will be. I care very deeply for you." He said, taking her chin in his hand, tipping her face up to look at his. She pulled away from his hand and buried her face in his chest, burrowing towards his spark. She would hate to have to share him with her younger self. But she didn't remember meeting herself, so maybe this nightmare would be over by then. He gently pulled her to his berth and settled her on top of him. She definitely missed this. She fell into a deep sleep.

Bee though, remained awake. He wondered what he had done to make his mate cry. He very much wanted to know the younger Senera. He hoped that she was on the ship that the older Senera had talked about.