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Summary: Left behind, Brocken, used and for dead. He was then saved by the one's called enemies.

Save Me then Love Me

Prologue – Save Me

Everything hurts…

The yellow frame lay against the damaged tree. Each intake and vent made him flinch or pause with a pained whimper. He couldn't see but he can feel the coolant leaking out of his optics. The burnt metal being cooled and giving a light pleasure to his pained frame.

Warning's popped into his HUB of a very high risk of off-lining and he will gladly welcome it. His virgin energon mixed with his life force in a puddle beneath him. The coolant tears renewed when the pain reminded him who did this.

Sensors flared in white hot agony again, the mini-bot started to rasp and shake-he then prayed to make the pain stop, to take his life right now then making him suffer. As these thought's processed he didn't notice the sound of heavy pede's making their way towards him. He was only snapped out when the two large servos touched his highly damaged frame.

No…No! Not Again! Please not again!

The small mech fought back; weakly. His servo turning into his stingers aimed them to the 'bots and fired. When the electrical current didn't stir and the servos still on him, he knew he was completely defenseless. The yellow mech gave a weak push, and when the servos pulled him out of his sport he froze and opened his derma-screaming silently in pain.

"Ssshhh, it's okay." He heard a voice whisper to him and pulled him to large warmth. Bumblebee stopped trying to see who it is, his processor to damage and in pain to know who the voice belonged to. "I won't hurt you." In the back of Bumblebee processor he knew who this voice belonged to, but he was too far to realize it-too damage to react or even know.

Wh…who are you?...

The being paused, the cool vents cooling the pained frame, then he thought he might be left and struggled to keep near the warmth…the safety of the frame.

Please! D-don't abandon me! Please!

The frame reacted and kept him close, the voice calmed him-told him no more pain or harm will come to him. "sshh, it's okay. I'm not going to leave you." Bumblebee felt himself hoisted into the air, his helm lulled against the frame.

H…how are you reading my thoughts?...

"Primus," The mech said before he felt the body turning, the calm pulses of the spark, "your processor is that damaged…"The sound of thrusters lifting off into the air didn't give Bumblebee who was saving him, and he only cared to escape the pain. Bumblebee felt his systems forcing into stasis, to help make pain apart of his off-lining.

He kept his helm where it is, his audio receptors listening to the spark pulse. His still clinging spark started to pulse in resonance to his…savior.