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Saoirse POV
She was watching as Uncle Cade and Ratchet discussed something. Mama and Daddy had told Saoirse that they needed a moment to talk privately, and to take Eden and Orion with her—just for a moment. Uncle Cade and Ratchet didn't seem to mind Saoirse, Eden, or Orion spending a little time in the barn. Ratchet said that as long as the three of them didn't interfere with what they were doing, there would be no problems.
"What're you guys working on?" Saoirse asked.
The two stopped talking for a moment and looked over at Saoirse. She always loved knowing what Uncle Cade was working on—he had come up with some pretty cool inventions, thanks to the Autobots helping him.
"That very special project your mother's helping us with," Uncle Cade said.
Saoirse tilted her head a little to the side, her blue black curls falling a little over her face. Usually Cade told her whatever project he was working on.
"Why is it so special?" Saoirse asked.
"Well, it's something that is important to your mother," Cade said. "It's kind of like a trial, we don't know if it'll actually work but it's worth trying."
"Is Daddy gonna help with it?" Eden exclaimed, adjusting Orion on her lap. Orion was a little over a year old and always wanted to move around, always curious about everything around him.
"Yes." Ratchet looked over at the Prime's children. "He'll help with whatever he finds necessary."
"But why is it so special?" Eden asked.
The barn door opened and Mama poked her head in, smiling at her friends and children.
"Hey," she said. "Were they behaving?"
Saoirse and Eden watched their parents carefully. Ever since they had come back to the house from the barn, they kept whispering to each other. Saoirse wasn't sure what they were talking about, but they looked a little upset.
"Are Mama and Daddy upset with each other?" Eden asked.
Saoirse looked at her sister with a slight frown.
"I don't know."
"They look upset."
"It's probably nothing."
"How do you know?" Eden looked up at Saoirse expectantly.
Saoirse glanced over at her parents again. They seemed upset, but they always worked out their problems—that's how Saoirse saw it. She had seen it happen a couple times before.
"Just a feeling," she said.
Desirée POV
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. Optimus had the Holoform activated, the two of us discussing a very important topic. The whole situation started when Bee announced an idea he had one night. We all decided it'd be best if we could have one night to just sit down and talk and just relax. Cade had put together a bonfire while the Autobots had their Holoforms activated. Mya and the others came by and we just spent most of the night laughing and talking.
Needless to say, a lot of memories ended up being resurfaced.
O.O.O.O
"You're serious?" Bee's Holoform arched an eyebrow at me. Cade had put together a bonfire, bringing out beer, drinks for the kids, and some food for the humans. After about an hour of just socializing and having a good time, the topics kind of switched, and everyone started going down memory lane. Somehow, the conversation went to old adventures the Autobots and the others had when the Autobots first arrived on earth.
"Yeah I'm serious," I exclaimed. "You guys made a touchdown in suburbia asking three teenagers to help you save the world."
"If anything, the Mission City battle helped you all out a lot," Ironhide put in. "If it hadn't been for us, NEST wouldn't've been put together."
"A lot of things wouldn't have happened if it hadn't been for us," Sideswipe said.
I snorted, rolling my eyes at that. "You guys may have helped us out, but you put us through hell and back."
"Like what?" Sideswipe said.
"That whole Egypt fiasco?" I arched a brow at Sideswipe. "That was something I could've done without."
"But at least the threat was taken care of," Ratchet put in calmly.
I gave a humorless chuckle, taking a sip of my beer. "I'd prefer not to remember Egypt."
"It brought you and Sam back together," Bee chimed.
"And you and Prime," Ironhide added.
That all too familiar ache in my chest started. Even though the Egypt battle happened years ago, the mention of Optimus's death still got an emotional rise out of me. The fact that Optimus died...it was something I always thought was impossible. I had been under the impression that since Optimus was Prime, he was invincible. It was that whole disaster that showed me that wasn't exactly the case.
"That right there—that's why I don't like remembering Egypt," I sighed. "Bringing up that...it sucks."
"What happened in Egypt?" Tessa asked.
"I died," Optimus said in that deep rumble of his. The Holoform's bright blue eyes cast downward for a moment before looking at me. He knew the topic of his death was touchy for me, and he tried to mention it as little as possible.
"Seriously?" Rosalyn's eyes widened at that. We got so caught up in our own little discussions, we forgot that there were people and Autobots who hadn't been there to experience that.
Optimus nodded. "Desirée brought me back." A softness came into Optimus's eyes and I felt a blush rise to my cheeks.
"Is that what those tattoos mean?" Tessa asked. "The ones on your arm?"
Much to my displeasure, the map to the Energon source was still etched onto my arm, the Matrix still displayed on the palm of my hand. After trying and trying and trying to figure out how to get rid of the markings—and failing—I eventually gave up and learned to live with it.
"This..." I motioned to my arm. "...was actually a map to some ancient energy source for them. I could never get rid of it."
"You know what I really want to understand?" Bee asked, before anyone else could say anything. "You've got the All Spark's power."
"Uhm, yeah, what about it?" I asked in confusion.
"Back in Mission, when Megatron killed Jazz, you brought him back to life," Bee said. "Then you brought Prime back to life, too."
"I had the Matrix to bring Optimus back."
"But you had the All Spark for Jazz, and you couldn't even control it yet."
"Just get to the slagging point already," Ironhide exclaimed impatiently.
Bee shot a glare the weapon specialist's way before continuing. "What if you were able to bring the Autobots we lost back to life?"
A heavy silence hung in the air. We hadn't spoken about the fallen Autobots in a long time, it was like some kind of silent agreement that they not be talked about. It wasn't that we forgot about them, but it was just better not to talk about it.
"Even if I can do that again," I said slowly, "I don't have their original bodies. KSI melted that down and made those prototypes."
"I'm sure Joyce has some spare prototype bodies back at KSI," Bee countered.
"Bee, I don't even know if I can do that again," I said. "Those prototypes KSI had may have been made out of their melted down bodies, but it's been designed differently. For all we know, those things don't have Sparks. They don't function like you guys do."
Bee leaned forward, looking at me with wide, glittering eyes. "What if we redesign them?"
"I'm not that good at engineering." I frowned. "Ask me to fix an engine—yeah, sure I can do that—ask me to redesign the bodies of altered Autobots and Decepticons, you might as well be speaking a different language."
"Just think about it, OK?" Bee asked. "If Joyce has some remaining prototype bodies that had never been used—or...or at lease some spare parts—it could at least be possible."
O.O.O.O
The subject remained above our heads for a while until Cade said that if Bee's so determined to see if it'll work, we might as well give it a try. So about six months ago, Cade contacted Joshua and started asking the big questions right away. It took a lot of convincing and pleading, but Joyce eventually agreed.
"Desirée." I looked over at Optimus, those vibrant blue eyes looking at me with the utmost seriousness. "We're putting everyone here at risk by doing this."
"We're just going to test the waters," I assured him. "This is a trial. Bee seems to think I can revive them using the All Spark. His logic is it worked on Jazz, it can work again on the others."
"What happens if it malfunctions?"
"Then we'll handle it." I frowned up at the Prime's Holoform. "If it ends up going badly, they won't leave the farm, Optimus."
"I don't want to risk anyone's safety."
"And you won't. If anything, it'll be my fault if anything goes wrong," I said. "I'm the one who's probably going to bring them back; I'll be the one to end it if it does south."
Optimus sighed, putting a hand over mine. "That's what I don't like."
"Everything will be just fine," I said softly. "If it works, it works; if it doesn't, it doesn't."
With a reluctant nod, the discussion came to an end. Cade and Ratchet were working on redesigning the prototypes that Joyce was trying to get out of the old KSI headquarters. Joyce had sent over some blueprints to help them out for the time being, but without an actual body, it was kind of difficult.
Looking over to where Saoirse, Eden, and Orion were, I felt my heart warm a little at the sight of them. Whenever I felt stressed out, just spending time—even just glancing—at my kids made me feel better.
"How've their teachings been going?" I asked.
Optimus placed a hand, gently, on my shoulder. The Prime had been teaching Saoirse and Eden as frequently as possible about being a Prime's offspring and why it was so important. He had started to slowly put in some of their Cybertronian heritage into the teachings, and it seemed like they were taking it nicely. Orion wasn't old enough to fully understand what Optimus was saying, but the Prime was trying to teach him young.
"They're taking it well," Optimus rumbled.
I nodded. I felt a gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach. The girls weren't displaying any kind of unusual powers, and it was too early to tell for Orion. But if Saoirse and Eden inherited any of the All Spark's power from me, or anything from Optimus, I dreaded having it happen when Optimus or I were not around.
"They'll be just fine, right?" I asked softly. "Nothing'll happen to them?"
Optimus kissed my temple. "They'll be perfectly fine."
QUICKY A/N:
SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO PUT THIS UP! I'VE JUST BEEN HAVING ONE OF THOSE DAYS WHERE IT FELT LIKE NOTHING WAS WORKING RIGHT. AND I'M SO, SO SORRY IF THIS CH. WAS SLOPPY! JUST LET ME KNOW IF YOU GUYS WANT ME TO CHANGE ANYTHING. ALSO, THIS STORY WILL BE MOSTLY TOLD THROUGH THE POV OF SAOIRSE AND EDEN, BUT I WILL MIX IN SOME OTHER CHARACTERS' POV, IF THAT'S OK.
ANOTHER THING, THE WHOLE BRINGING-THE-DEAD-AUTOBOTS-BACK-TO-LIFE IDEA—THAT WASN'T MY IDEA. I REMEMBER A KIND REVIEWER SUGGESTING SOMETHING ALONG THOSE LINES. PRETTY MUCH, ANY OC OR SUGGESTION I NEVER GOT AROUND TO ADDING IN 'AT LEAST WE MADE IT THIS FAR' WILL MORE THAN LIKELY BE PUT IN 'BY YOUR SIDE'. I WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGIZE TO ANYONE WHO HAD A SUGGESTION OR OC THAT I DIDN'T PUT IN 'AT LEAST WE MADE IT THIS FAR'. AS I GET FURTHER INTO THIS STORY, I'LL TRY TO WRITE IN OC'S LIKE BLOSSOM, MYA, ABBY, MARLI, ETC.; FOR NOW, IT'S JUST A MATTER OF TRYING TO DEVELOP THE STORY.
ANYWHO, I DON'T OWN THE TRANSFORMERS UNIVERSE. I ALSO DON'T OWN ANY OC'S OR THE BRINGING-THE-DEAD-AUTOBOTS-BACK-TO-LIFE SUGGESTION. THOSE BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS.
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~SMITHY