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As the smoke cleared from the air and the sounds of gunfire faded off into the distance, the destruction from the Decepticons' latest attack let itself be known. Debris, from what had once been buildings, was littered across the ground of what had formally been the Youth Sectors. The Youth Sectors had been home to practically all of Cybertron's sparklings and younglings and it had been thought that this would be the one place where they would be safe from the war that had been ravaging their home planet for a long time now. None had thought that the Decepticons would ever attack here, but they were wrong.

Upon seeing the ruins the Autobots quickly spread out – every single one of them hoping to find survivors. The Autobot leader, Optimus Prime, was currently looking for one sparkling in particular. Seeing all of the destruction around him, Optimus was regretting ever sending the sparkling here. All he and Elita had wanted was to keep their son safe and now this had happened. At the moment he could sense that his little sparkling was still alive and it did not take him long to finally reach his destination. There a small yellow sparkling was lying on the ground, his face scrunched up in pain from the large piece of debris that was crushing one of his legs. Optimus bent down and lifted the debris off before carefully picking him up. Energon was slowly leaking from the sparkling's damaged leg and while it wasn't exactly life threatening right now, it was no doubt causing him pain and would need to be repaired sometime soon.

"Bumblebee?" Optimus softly asked, trying to see if he could get a response from his son.

All he received was a small whimper as he headed towards the Autobots' rendezvous point.

It wasn't too long after that, that all of the search parties returned and the Autobots went back to their base. In total only five survivors had been found. Four younglings and only one sparkling. Right now all five were receiving medical attention from Ratchet and the other medics while the rest of the Autobots tried to locate the younglings' creators.

"How is he Ratchet?" Optimus asked.

"He's fine Optimus. A little tired and sore, but fine," Ratchet reassured his friend and commander as he handed him a recharging Bumblebee.

"And the other younglings?"

"They should be fine as well. Has there been any luck in finding their creators?"

"Yes, for two of them. We are still searching for the other two's. I've already contacted Elita and informed her that Bumblebee is safe; she's going to ask around about the two younglings. Until their creators are found, they will stay here at the base."

"Hopefully they'll be found soon. I have a feeling that those two will be troublemakers," Ratchet commented.

Less than a joor later Bumblebee woke up from his nap. He could tell right away that someone was carrying him somewhere, which wasn't much of a surprise considering the fact that he couldn't quite walk on his own yet.

"Op!" Bumblebee happily chirped upon realizing who was holding him. He raised his arms up to try to hug Optimus' neck. "Missed!"

"I missed you too little one," Optimus chuckled, lifting his sparkling up a little higher so Bumblebee's little arms could wrap around his neck.

Bumblebee twittered excitedly – pleased to be reunited with his father. He didn't quite understand why his creators had left him, but right now that didn't matter. He had missed them both a lot and he was glad to be with at least one of them again. He didn't know where his mother was at, but he was sure that he would see her again sometime soon as well. That was unless he had to go away again. He didn't want to go back to the place where the bad 'bots had come to though! He remembered that they were mean and scary looking and it was because of them that his leg had been hurt. Surely his father wouldn't make him go there again, but he had to make sure.

"Bee stay?" he timidly asked. "Bee no leave Op?"

Optimus looked down at Bumblebee and saw fear in his baby blue optics at the prospect of having to leave him.

"You are not leaving Bumblebee. You are going to stay with me," Optimus reassured his son.

That answer satisfied Bumblebee. He snuggled against Optimus and fell back into recharge – still tired from the earlier events. As he drifted off into slumber, memories from earlier that orn resurfaced in his mind.

It had started out as an ordinary orn for Bumblebee. One of his caretakers had woke him up and fed him some energon before taking him to play with some of the other sparklings and younger younglings. They had only been playing for a little while when the alarms sounded mere moments before the sounds of explosions came from outside.

"Get them out of here!" someone had shouted.

Bumblebee felt someone pick him up and they started to run, but something made whoever was holding him drop him. He let out a startled cry before he looked around confused and scared as to what was going on. Who were these other scary looking 'bots, the ones with the red optics? Why were they here? Suddenly one of them saw him and started to move towards him. Before the 'bot could reach him however one of the caretakers attacked. A stray shot from the fight between the scary 'bot and the caretaker hit the building near Bumblebee, causing a piece of it to fall off. Bumblebee cried out in pain when it landed on his leg pinning him to that spot. He continued to cry from the pain, hoping that someone would help him. He stopped crying a few breems later when he realized that no one was coming and he was starting to get tired. He started to wonder if anyone would ever find him. What if the bad, scary 'bots came back? Would they hurt him more? Those thoughts made him whimper in fear.

"Bumblebee."

"Bumblebee, wake up."

Optimus had heard Bumblebee whimpering in his recharge and knew that it would be best to wake the sparkling up.

"Bumblebee. Bumblebee, wake up," Optimus said.

Bumblebee opened his optics and fearfully looked around – not realizing where he was at. Once he noticed that Optimus was there he relaxed a little, but small whimpers still emitted from his vocal processor.

"Shh, it's ok," Optimus said. "You're safe Bumblebee. I won't let anything hurt you, little one."