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It was nighttime, and the Holoforms "left" for the night, since they didn't want to make Rosalyn and Emilia uncomfortable. I had put Saoirse and Eden down for the night, just thinking over the day's events.

A knock on my door interrupted me from my thoughts. Opening my door, I saw Abby standing there.

"Is something wrong?" I asked confusedly.

"Can I, uh, just talk to you?" She looked genuinely worried, if not looking concerned. Opening the door a little wider, I let her in.

"What about Alec and Athena?"

"They're already in bed." She noticed Saoirse and Eden sleeping on the bed, her gaze softening only a little. Turning back to me, she pursed her lips. "You and Optimus need to stop fighting."

"Excuse me?" I gave Abby a pointed look.

"You and Optimus need to stop fighting," she repeated. "You have no idea what you're doing."

"Abby, I don't need you poking around in my personal business," I snapped.

"If you and Optimus keep this up... If you don't stop, you'll fracture the bond." Abby looked almost desperate. I eyed her cautiously, still not truly believing her words.

"I'll fracture the link?" I asked, disbelief lacing my tone.

"Yes," she exclaimed. "Bee said the Sparkbond will fracture and you'll break Optimus's Spark."

"Listen, that's a nice way to try and make things better, but how can a little fight do something like that?"

Abby looked at me, her shoulders slumping. "You're human. The only reason the Sparkbond is working is because of Optimus. He's doing all the work; you're just tagging along for the ride."

I stiffened.

"You don't believe me." It didn't come out as a question. In all honesty, I didn't really believe it. Optimus and I fought before, and not once was there a threat to the Sparkbond. "Why can't you just believe me?" I felt my heart quicken a little.

Why can't you just believe me?

I looked down, almost shamefully. I felt my cheeks heat up. I got angry at Optimus because I thought he wouldn't and couldn't trust me; but I was the one with the trust issues.

Looking up at Abby, I felt my chest ache guiltily.

Abby informed me of everything Bee had told her. It didn't make much sense to me; but I listened. I needed some time to calm myself down, but how much time was I willing to give myself?

Once Abby left my room, I sat on the edge of my bed, thinking over what she told me. All this negativity, it's like a withdrawal of my "soul" from the Sparkbond. Optimus would have this Spark-break because I was idiotic enough to act childish and pout over something so little.

Did Optimus and the withers go to a different location? I hoped not. I'd have to find them. Now? Maybe. I couldn't leave the girls by themselves for the night; I couldn't bring them with me so late into the night. I was conflicted.

I couldn't wake Rosalyn or Emilia and ask them to watch the girls till morning, that was asking too muh. Besides, it seemed like Emilia was a little irked that Optimus and the others found out where we've been staying. Despite trying my best to think of a solution, I couldn't. I'd wait until morning.

Optimus POV

The Prime felt an ache in his Spark. Desirée had expressed a side of her he'd never seen before. Icy, almost oozing with a cold anger. He could somewhat understand her anger; but he wasn't doing it to prove her wrong or anything like that. He was worried. The humans caring for them - what were their names? - seemed like tolerable humans to him, he didn't know if he had the time, or the energy, to get to know them like Desirée suggested.

Out of all that happened, Desirée's icy anger wasn't the main part of his troubles. It was that she refused to be with him. She thought it "wasn't going to work". How could she think that? Did Sparkbonding with him mean nothing to her?

The Prime felt as if his Spark was breaking in two.

Mya POV

Ironhide seemed to be genuinely conflicted on how to get the two of them across the border. There had been too many Autobots making it over successfully. Mya just sat patiently as Ironhide's frustrations took control of him. She didn't say a word. If there was something she understood, it was that Ironhide got irritated quickly, especially in a rushed situation, and it was best to let him work out his frustrations and irritations on his own.

"This is fragging impossible," he hissed over the radio. Mya still didn't say a word. Occasionally he'd say something, or just curse. She knew it was unwise to try and calm him down. He was a headstrong Autobot, believing in what he could do for himself. He didn't need someone to care for him - especially a human.

More time passed. They were both quite aware that the border patrols had gone up in security; possibly even having Cemetery Wind agents to help them. Mya felt her heart quicken. Cemetery Wind...not something she wanted to think about.

"Don't worry, Mya," Ironhide said gruffly, his voice still laced with irritation. "We'll figure out a way to make it over."

Mya's head was screaming that she didn't want to go to Mexico. She had a life! She didn't want to be a fugitive! But she didn't tell Ironhide that. There was no telling what he'd do if she said anything like that.

Desirée POV

The next morning, I told Rosalyn and Emilia I couldn't stay for breakfast and asked if they could watch the girls. They hesitantly agreed and watched as I left in a hurry. I needed to know if Optimus was where we left him, Bee, Sideswipe the day we came to Mexico City.

Finally making it to that familiar spot, I found them still there, much to my relief. I put a hand on the grill of the Peterbilt, biting my bottom lip nervously.

"Optimus?" I said gently. The engine rumbled to life. I took a deep breath.

QUICKY A/N:

HERE YOU GUYS GO! I HOPE THIS WAS A DECENT UPDATE. YESTERDAY WAS MY BROTHER'S BIRTHDAY, SO THAT WAS WHY I DIDN'T UPDATE AT ALL.

ANYWHO, I OWN NOTHING IN THE TRANSFORMERS MOVIEVERSE NOR DO I OWN THE BRILLIANTLY MADE FOUR OC'S! AND, I BELIEVE I'VE MENTIONED IT BEFORE, I HAVE A TWITTER PAGE I HAVEN'T USED IN A WHILE! I HAD A RARE MOMENT OF CHECKING IT AND SAW A KIND FOLLOWER SUGGESTING TO HELP ME WITH A THOR FANFIC, POSSIBLY A THOR/TF CROSSOVER. THANK YOU FOR SUGGESTING THAT!

SO, ENOUGH BABBLING FROM ME. I HAVE A LOT OF HOMEWORK TO FINISH THIS WEEKEND. HOMEWORK I SHOULD'VE FINISHED A WHILE AGO...

THANK YOU, ONE AND ALL.

READ, REVIEW, ENJOY!

YOURS TRULY,

~SMITHY