Summary: Prime: After resurrecting Megatron, Bumblebee runs away, believing he is a traitor to the Autobots. His processor is plagued with guilt and blame. There is no escape from a nightmare that has become a reality. What other choice do you have, but to run and hope it never catches you?

A/N: Ok, Prime idea #2 is here! Primus, I have a lot of stuff to update (which I will get around to). I'm on a "writing high" right now for unknown reasons, so I'm going to update a lot of stuff. Wow, I just realized how many of my plots involve Bee running away, albeit different circumstances and events. Sorry if I'm getting way too redundant, it's just my style to do angst-y Bees and angst-y Bees usually lead to some type of abandonment. Anyway, here you go.

Prologue

Keep going, don't stop. Keep going, don't stop. Keep going, don't stop...

Bumblebee kept repeating those four words in his processor, encouraging himself to keep driving, to keep moving away from the ones he betrayed.

"Remember this scout: you may be an Autobot, but you acted as a Decepticon."

Megatron's words still rang clearly throughout his processor no matter how hard Bumblebee willed them away. But they were stubborn and strong, much like the Decepticon leader had been. They were forever imprinted upon him, a distant echo of his terrible actions.

He had revived his enemy and couldn't do a thing about it.

Keep moving, don't stop. Don't think about it. Keep moving, don't stop. Don't think about it. Keep moving, don't think about it. Keep moving, don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it...

His mind still throbbed from what the Decepticon had done. The foreign psyche had sifted through the scout's memories, picking out the harshest and most pain-filled ones before creating a sick, twisted world where everything was ten times worse than the memory had been.

Tyger Pax had been the memory of choice and Bumblebee had to experience that terrible day more times than he could count. After a while, he became numb to the pain, numb to the feeling of having his voice modulator destroyed, and numb to the emotions.

Without feeling, sentience, what was he? What did that make him to everyone else? Would shutting down his pain make everything better? Would it make it ten times worse? He had already survived centuries with avoiding the subject of Tyger Pax, he could hold off on his mental torture, right?

Don't stop. Don't think. Keep moving. Keep speeding. Leave it all behind. Don't stop for anything...

Besides, wasn't it so much better without thinking about it? Wasn't it best to ignore the fact that he single-handedly revived the menacing Decepticon leader? Of course it was...

But he couldn't.

Bumblebee knew it was his fault for the whole mess. If this planet, Earth, was destroyed by the Decepticons, he'd never forgive himself. Primus, he should be cast out of the Autobots right now! That insignia should have been ripped off of his armor as soon as he returned to base. But no, they kept him and now he was on Ground Bridge duty, alone...doing nothing.

Don't think about it. Keep yourself occupied. Don't...

"I shouldn't be here." He whispered at the consol.

…admit the truth…

Even though it was a relatively short amount of time (only four Earth days), Bumblebee's processor plagued him with nightmares. After the whole ordeal, he tried to recharge, only to have terrible purges of Megatron killing the ones he loved before turning to kill him. After the first one, he refused to recharge (much to Ratchet's disdain). But the constant fear and guilt never ceased their onslaught within his mind. For all he knew, he could be the reason that Raf never sees his first day of high school. He could be the reason that Miko and Bulkhead never go to their first concert together. He could be the reason that Jack never goes on a first date with that Sierra girl that Arcee would never stop pestering him about. He could be the reason behind the repairs Ratchet makes to the team due to Decepticon attacks.

He could be the reason for his leader's demise.

"One shall rise, one shall fall…"

But which was which? Bumblebee doubted that the fallen would be Optimus Prime, but hadn't he just increased the odds against them? Hadn't he just doomed an entire planet to the same horror of Cybertron?

Everyone could off-line because of him, because of his stupid mistake. If he fought harder, maybe Megatron wouldn't have taken over his mind. Maybe the Decepticon would still be trapped in his processor, forever battling imaginary Optimus Primes. But no, he had to be that deciding factor that just tipped the scale in the Decepticons' favor.

He had done everything wrong and the result: Megatron, well and alive, ready to kill the planet for his own selfish needs. And whose responsibility was it? Who was at fault for the revival? Bumblebee.

It was too much for him, too much to take in. It was sinking in, constricting his spark and motivation. Why did the team still want him around? He just slagging made everything worse! They should hate him; push him away like the scrap he is! After all, he wanted to remove himself from the team altogether, if not for their safety, then for his sanity. There was no way he could live with himself. He needed to get away from the Autobots, perhaps go rogue, anything but the fear and guilt consuming his very being. He needed out…not now, but soon.

But he didn't want to leave. He couldn't leave Raf behind, or Arcee or Bulkhead. Deep down in his processor, he knew they wanted him there. Yet, logic told him to cut his losses and leave before anything else could happen. He didn't like it, but what choice did he have? Was he really that selfish to endanger everyone he knew and loved as a family?

Bumblebee sighed, he made his decision.

"I don't belong here."