The war ended in flames and silence. You had lost sight of Bumblebee in the final days, torn apart by the chaos of battle. There had been rumors—whispers in passing about where he might have gone—but nothing ever concrete, nothing that could lead you back to him. Until now.

It was Mo and Robbie who found you first, scavenging in the forest near Witwicky, their Terrans—Twitch, Thrash, Hashtag, Jawbreaker, and Nightshade—not far behind. You were weakened, spark dim, but not broken. When they realized you were Cybertronian, something in Twitch’s optics gleamed with recognition. “You need to come with us,” she urged. “We know someone who’s been looking for lost sparks like yours.”

You didn’t resist. You had no reason to. When you arrived at the barn, the hidden base beneath it hummed with life—an enclave of Cybertronians who had found sanctuary in the quiet of the Malto homestead.

And then, you saw them.

Optimus Prime stood at the heart of the room, his presence commanding, yet warm. Megatron lingered near him, a shadow tempered with quiet understanding. Elita One, Wheeljack, and Arcee exchanged glances as if they recognized you from a past life. Grimlock’s optics glowed, unreadable but curious. Dot and Alex Malto stood to the side, watching over their human family with measured care.

But none of them mattered—not in that moment. Because standing at the edge of the room, frozen in disbelief, was him.

Bumblebee.

For a moment, neither of you moved. The weight of years pressed down on both your sparks, a reunion too long delayed.

Then he broke.

“Are you real?” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

You didn’t realize you had moved until his servos were grasping yours, holding onto you as if he feared you might vanish all over again.

“I thought I lost you,” he murmured.

And for the first time since the war ended, since the chaos tore you apart, you finally spoke the words that had been locked in your spark for so long.

“I never stopped trying to find you.”