Decepticon Vs. Autobot

Prologue: Origins

A/N: When it says 'at the tender age of three' it really means 'at the tender age of three thousand years'.

A/N/N: For those of you who wanted me to write a sequel to 'The Lost Scout' I still plan on writing it but since it will correspond heavily with the prequel I decided to go ahead and write this story first so it'll make more sense to me.

I hope you like it!

Decepticon. Oh how 'Bee had hated that word ever since he could remember. Mostly since it was because of the one red optic he had sported as a sparkling that had made it impossible for him to get energon, upgrades, or much needed repairs. Another reason he hated the word was because of Body Slam, the Decepticon who had taken him off the streets and raised him as his own. Body Slam had done his best to raise 'Bee to the best of his abilities but when you are an ex Decepticon warrior…then things start to get a little interesting. 'Bee had grown up learning how to fend for himself, how to hunt for food and scavenge for parts. At the tender age of three the little bot had already proven to be very scrappy. Body Slam had caught him stealing energon right out of his kitchen, after sending the young bot flying across the room Body Slam had told him to get up.

Warrior training had started the next day. 'Bee had proven to be a good student, quickly learning the difficult moves almost as fast as Body Slam could show them to him. By the time he was seven he had mastered the art of cyber ninja, as well as the training that one had to undergo to join the Elite Guard. Life hadn't been so bad until Body Slam's friend and former commander Chopping Spree had come around and seen what the minibot could do. 'Bee preferred not to think about the 'training' he had undergone at the hands of the former Decepticon commander in 'Bee's private quarters. Just thinking about it now made his spark quell in fear.

Then scout training had started. They had quickly noticed that 'Bee had a natural affinity (not to mention the body) for getting into impossibly small places. He soon learned how to be quick and still be stealthy. He learned how to record entire conversations, how to withstand torture (he even grew immune to Chopping Spree's unique brand of pain) and how to kill someone.

At age eight his training was dubbed complete and he was sent on his first solo mission. His objective? To kill Sentinel Prime a rising student at the Autobot academy who would probably be the head of the Elite Guard in a couple thousand stellar cycles. That mission hadn't exactly gone over well. Sentinel and one of his companions, an Optimus Prime had escaped relatively unscathed. Their female companion, Elita One, had not.

Needless to say he had been punished severely that night and it had been stellar cycles before he was allowed to go on another solo mission. The rest of the missions had been a success until the last one.

His goal that time had been to infiltrate the Elite Guard and act as a spy. But something had happened that he did not expect. He had met Bulkhead. Bulkhead had been big, stupid, and clumsy. But he liked Bumblebee. Genuinely liked him. He didn't care that Bumblebee was annoying, loud, and clumsy he just…liked him. Bumblebee had been confused and more than a little aloof at first but one morning he woke up and realized that the first thought on his mind was no longer 'how do I get into the Elite Guard' but was instead 'what are Bulkhead and I going to do today?'. It was very frightening but also exhilarating. Then came that fateful day when Bulkhead knocked the wall down onto Sentinel. It was then that he realized for the first time in his young life that he had a choice.

He might have had one red optic as a sparkling but he had also had one blue optic. He had lived with two red optics for a long time maybe now it was time for him to start living with two blue optics.

He walked over to where Sentinel was yelling at Bulkhead and quickly said, "I did it! I was the one who knocked that wall down on top of you."

He had made his choice. He was an Autobot now.

A/N: As with my other story I must have three (3) reviews per chapter before I will continue.

For this chapter and the next one I will only require 2 reviews per chapter before going back to the 3 per chapter rule.

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A/N/N: Oh and if the names Body Slam and Chopping Spree sound familiar it's because they're the titles of episodes from the A-Team.