"When are you coming home?" Rhythm's Carrier asked her over the video chat, sitting beside her Sire. "I miss my daughter and grand-creation."

Rhythm chuckled as she shifted Galvatron in her arms. She was chatting with her Creators, they had gotten off early in the morning and they ended giving her a call, wanting to know how her and Optimus were doing after Elita's death and when she was going to make a trip home. "You know," she smirked, "if Bluestreak gets a bondmate and have a creation of his own, it be easier for you to spoil."

Her Carrier narrowed his optics at her. "I wanna spoil the one I have now."

Rhythm chuckled. "Well, I got something to do Thursday, so I might pop out after."

She had debated with herself if she wanted to go back to Praxus or not, she wasn't going to tell her Creators anything about the other cycle nor that she was going out to dinner with the Magnus, but going home could do her some good. It could also do Optimus some good to go see his Creators as well.

"We know that what you're going through is a lot," her Sire started, "but we just want to make sure you are doing okay."

Rhythm sighed. She sat up straighter, her doorwings stood professionally behind her. "Senior Enforcer Prowl and Senior Enforcer Jazz, I would like to inform you that your daughter, Rhythm, is doing alright."

Her Creators gave her a blank look. She remembered when her and Bluestreak were younger, they would call their Creators by their designation just to annoy them when they were bored which always ended up with their Creators scolding them.

"It's Sire and Carrier to you," her Sire said. "And to Bluestreak."

Rhythm chuckled. "I swear I am okay." She gave her Creators a reassuring smile, even though she has a lot on her processor. Going out to dinner with the Magnus to try to get Optimus to stay in while beating around the frame with Sentinel after he dared to threaten Galvy. "Try to get some recharge."

Her Creators looked at each other before nodding. "We will. We love the both of you."

Rhythm shifted Galvatron so he was facing the video chat. Of course, the sparkling let out a few angry chirps as she shifted him, letting her know that he didn't appreciate moving out of his comfortable position in her arms, though he cooed at his Grand-Creators. "We love the both of you,too."

When the video was disconnected, Rhythm shifted Galvatron back into her arms. Looking down at the adorable sparkling, she asked, "Should we take a trip to Praxus?"

Optimus had left the apartment before Rhythm and Galvatron woke up. He went out to go on a drive before going to the archives to read about history, just to past the time. He appreciates Rhythm trying to do her best for him to keep his position or just to even keep him in the Elite, if she couldn't, at least, she tried.

Anyways, Thursday is tomorrow and they will have to see what Magnus says at the dinner and Rhythm coming home to tell him the good or the bad news. Rhythm had mentioned that if Magnus couldn't do nothing, she would step down and offer Optimus her position; she also added that the mishap that happened with the four that sadly claimed Elita, did make her worry if that was her, what would happen to Galvatron. Optimus would gladly take him, so would Bluestreak or her Creators. Funny, two fractions on Cybertron had a temporary treaty for peace between them but it was hard for society to accept each other. More so Autobots- mostly the elders- trying to accept the Decepticons as equals was tough, which-

"Optimus," a sudden voice interrupted his thoughts. A voice that he didn't want to hear during this time.

Optimus turned around, his optics narrowing at Sentinel. "What do you want?"

Sentinel gave a sly smile. "Oh, I was just wondering how Rhythm was doing." Optimus fought the urge to roll his optics. "What is she up to?"

Optimus studied him for a klik before letting out a sigh, their ex-friend wasn't going to try to wiggle his way into their business like everything was fine. He turned around to head in the direction of the archives, wanting to get away from the other bot as fast as he could before he caved into his urges and try to strangle the mech.

"What would Magnus say when he finds out Rhythm got a Decepticon sparkling?"

Optimus froze in his tracks.

"Galvatron would probably be put in an orphanage," Sentinel spoke, Optimus remained facing away from him. "Or just kill him."

Optimus felt something snap inside of him. He turned around so fast, angrily stalking up to the other mech, extending her arm out to wrap his servo around Sentinel's neck. Optimus didn't care right now if Sentinel ended up getting the Enforcers after him, he was going to let the other mech know that he shouldn't be out threatening a sparkling.

"What would the Magnus say when he finds out you're threatening a sparkling, hm?" Optimus stared right into Sentinel's optics. The difference between them is Optimus can stare at a mech to show that he is serious, Sentinel is all words then cowards behind. "Taking a sparkling away from his Carrier?"

Sentinel frowned. He was about to say something but Optimus cut him off.

"What would Jazz and Prowl, two highly respected mechs to Ultra Magnus, do when they find out you took their Grand-Creation?"

Sentinel remained silent.

Optimus scoffed. He let go of Sentinel's neck, he stared at the mech who was rubbing his throat and not making any optic contact with him. Optimus' mood to go read was gone, he couldn't get rid of the urge to go home to check on Rhythm and Galvatron. He walked past Sentinel, not looking back.

Rhythm was flipping through the channels of the television when she heard the door slide open. She looked at the door to see Optimus walking in, a sour look on his face. At this moment, she thought about how much more her life was entertaining than any shows that are on the television; maybe, she could write a show that kinda relates to her life or reality show. No, scrap the reality show. Her Sire would probably through things at the crew.

"What's with the face?" she asked.

Optimus blinked. "What face?"

"Your face." When Optimus didn't say anything, Rhythm signaled for him to join her on the couch. "What's with that look?"

Optimus sat down beside her. He gave her a look. "You're such a Carrier," he laughed.

Rhythm chuckled. Even though Optimus made a joke, she wasn't going to let anything slide by her, she wanted to know why he was making the face. If she had to get him drunk for him to tell her, then she was going to the store to buy some high energon to do so. "I gotta make sure my mechlings are okay," she smiled. "Now, spill. What's with the face?"

Optimus sighed. "Ran into Sentinel when I was going to the archives." Rhythm only hummed in acknowledgement. "He was wondering what you were doing. Threatened to tell Ultra Magnus, threatened to put Galvatron in an orphanage or get him killed."

Rhythm felt her optics and her doorwings twitch. Now, she was wondering if she should rethink about going to dinner with the Magnus tomorrow, there is a chance that Sentinel would follow them. She could ask Bluestreak to come get Galvatron and head back to Praxus, or convince Optimus to go home and take Galvatron with him. If she plays smart then Sentinel couldn't touch them, even though they may have to leave Iacon and Praxus would be second on the list where he could check to see if she was there. Thankfully, her Creators always reminded Bluestreak and herself that they always need to put credits aside when they get paid, just in case.

"I think you should contact Magnus and say something came up and you can't make it to dinner," Optimus said, snapping Rhythm out of her thoughts.

Rhythm raised an optic ridge. "Why?" She was going to disagree with Optimus if he voiced out his concerns about what may happen, about how she shouldn't take a risk to her and to Galvatron. "There's no talking me out of this, so don't even try," she warned him. "I need you to trust me. Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"Good," she smiled. "Are you sure you don't want to go back home to Praxus? I need you to take Galvatron with you."