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I saw the absolute horror on their faces. I didn't know where to begin. When they came to earth? When this whole disaster started?

"Where do you want me to start?" I asked.

"The beginning," Emilia said harshly.

"There's a lot of beginnings with them," I said. "It sounds stupid, I know, but where specifically."

Emilia and Rosalyn looked at each other for a minute. They seemed unsure. Rosalyn looked at me and bit her bottom lip.

"The very beginning."

I swallowed thickly. I looked at Abby and Blossom, they seemed uncomfortable. I saw the way Rosalyn had grabbed her kids, holding them tightly against her. I suppose I was doing the same to Eden and Saoirse. We were scared if what one another would do.

"It's a long story," I warned.

"We don't care." Emilia glowered at us. "Tell us."

I told them the whole story, beginning up until the present. It took hours. I felt drained by the end. Rosalyn and Emilia looked deep in thought; Rosalyn's kids looked between their mother and aunt confusedly. I wanted to know what they were thinking, but I knew they'd turn me in nonetheless. Same with the others. Years of running leading...all gone to waste.

Rosalyn and Emilia murmured amongst themselves for a moment before they looked at us.

"You can turn us in," I said firmly. "I'm done with running."

"We should." Emilia glowered at us. "You're harboring alien fugitives, you manipulated our trust! They could have killed us."

"The Autobots don't kill humans," I said firmly. "I've known them for years. They've never laid a hand on me, or anyone, in violence."

"That doesn't mean that they won't try," Emilia hissed. "They're machines. Machines can kill."

I pursed my lips. My eyes narrowed slightly. Rosalyn whispered something to Emilia, but she shook her head violently.

"The Autobots haven't laid a hand on you or anyone else here in any form of violence," I snapped. "If they wanted to hurt you, wouldn't they have done it already?" Emilia flinched. "I trust them with my life. They've never done anything wrong. They've protected humanity from danger for a long time..."

"What they did in the past doesn't matter," Emilia exclaimed.

"How dare you!" I exclaimed. "If they didn't do what they did, we'd all be dead."

"How dare you," Emilia shouted. "You manipulated our trust! You lied to us. You let aliens into this home! We could've died! I don't care what they did in the past! Then you have children with one of them."

Everything moved in slow-motion. Before I could stop myself, I had slapped Emilia across the face. Looking stunned, she held her cheek. Her eyes were wide, her mouth gaping open. Insults I could handle; but when someone insulted my children and tried insulting my husband, I would raise hell to the person who tried.

"You can talk shit about me. I don't care if you do. But you don't talk shit about my girls or my husband." I could see the terror in Emilia's face. It brought some satisfaction, but I felt guilty deep down. Taking Saoirse's and Eden's hands, I went to the room Rosalyn was generous enough to give to me.

"Where are you going?" Rosalyn asked.

"I'm leaving," I said firmly. I looked back at them, my face emotionless. "I've over stayed my welcome. I'm sorry. I can't put your lives in danger."

"You can stay a little longer." Rosalyn shifted nervously where she stood. Emilia was burning holes and shooting daggers in her sister's head.

"I can't." I frowned. "Endangering the lives of civilians is selfish. I can't allow that."

"What about your children?"

I looked down, almost shamefully. "Where can I keep them where they won't be discovered? They're always in danger, no matter where they're kept."

"Just stay the night," Rosalyn pleaded. "If you want to leave, leave in the morning. I don't want to you getting hurt."

I felt grateful for Rosalyn's generosity. She was the only one who stayed her nice, selfless self despite everything she was told.

"I owe you so much, Rosalyn," I said, feeling guilt and sadness eat away at me. "But there's no guarantee I won't get hurt."

Turning, I took the girls back to the bedroom for the last time.

That night, I couldn't sleep. The Holoforms tried to visit, but I explained the situation to Optimus. They a received the message from the Mexican government and came to warn us.

I explained to Optimus that Rosalyn was allowing us to stay the night, and leave in the morning. He agreed that was a good idea. Ironhide still wasn't fully recovered, but he didn't want to hold anyone back. He'd try and make it as far as we could go.

What worried me the most was that Optimus had received a message via ComLink that more Autobots were on their way to earth. They were already entering orbit, only a matter of time before they landed.

Optimus informed them of the situation and they understood completely.

I wish things had ended up differently, I thought bitterly, that way the new Autobots didn't have to go into hiding. It's horrible; finding out there's more survivors of your thought-to-be dead race, but they're being hunted down by the inhabitants of the planet they're taking refuge on.

I closed my eyes, trying to focus myself to fall asleep. It was past one in the morning.

I needed all the energy I could use.

Emilia's POV

The woman was still infuriated by Desirée's betrayal. She reproduced with alien killing machines, betrayed her own kind. Emilia was disgusted. Blossom and Abby were just as bad as their friend. Those...abominations they called children were mixed-breeds. The result of an unholy union.

Dialing the number from the broadcast into a nearby phone, Emilia felt a sense of power. She'd have those monsters turned in for what they committed.

She'd save her family from the threats in her sister's home.

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