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No One's POV

They had waited patiently, waiting for the right kind of opportunity to attack. But they knew better than to just run in, guns blazing. The Creators wanted Optimus - they wanted their slates cleaned. Nothing to hold them back.

The femme - the one who thoughtlessly went to find the Prime she so desperately longed for - had given the Creators something to watch. Seeing how everything unfolded between the mindless femme and the Creators' final setback was almost entertaining, borderline pitiful.

But the whole...species mixing with species, the Transformers weren't built to mingle with other species. It wasn't in their programming. Especially Optimus's. The Primes were built for a completely different reason - the space crusaders, the Knights...the moment they figured out they wanted to do things for themselves, the Creators grew frustrated.

Once Optimus Prime was properly taken care of, the Creators might get the Transformers back in their control, and, maybe, they could end the devastation that had fallen on those creations.

Blossom POV

Blossom had been feeling a little restless lately. Musa had been acting up lately; Sideswipe had been helping as often as he could; and Blossom felt as though there was something...big going to happen. She couldn't be for sure if her instincts were right, but it bothered her enough to try and confide in Sideswipe.

"What do you mean 'bad'?" he asked, frowning slightly.

Blossom shrugged, tucking some of her pink hair behind her ears. Her gold eyes looked down for a moment.

"I don't know," she answered anxiously. "You've gotten gut feelings, right? Where something just doesn't feel good?" Sideswipe thought for a moment, before nodding slowly. "That's what I'm feeling that," she said. "I can't understand it."

Sideswipe wrapped an arm around Blossom's shoulders, kissing her temple.

"Everything will be fine," he mumbled. "If anything happens, I'll protect you and Musa. Nothing will ever hurt us."

The pink haired woman looked down, not entirely convinced by Sideswipe's attempted reassurance.

Abby POV

Bumblebee had come to visit, spending time with Alec and Athena before spending the remainder of the afternoon with Abby. It had been a while since Abby and Bee had spent any time together, and whenever the two of them were together, things always seemed calmer - the obvious tensions that were growing didn't seem as bothersome.

The tensions were still acknowledged from time to time, but it felt easier to just ignore it.

Bumblebee had told Abby about everything that's happened, and she tried to understand what Desirée and the others were going through. But it was hard to understand something she wasn't experiencing for herself. It felt too...dramatic.

Was it harsh, saying everything Desirée was going through was too dramatic? She felt bad for thinking that. After all, Desirée's still her sister. Everything seemed so complicated in her life, and Abby was trying to be as open minded as possible!

Maybe things will work out well in the end, Abby thought reluctantly. All this dramatic crap can't last forever! Everyone can finally relax and enjoy each other's company without all these problems and stressful situations popping up all the time! I just hope it isn't too much to ask for...

Abby looked at her kids absentmindedly. They were playing with their father, obviously enjoying each other's company. She just sat back on the couch, her chin resting on the palm of her hand.

She wasn't sure why she was so concerned about everything lately, though. It seemed as though everything that she tried putting behind her came back at full-force, creating way too much anxiety for her. Not only that, it seemed like there was something that was going to happen, something she couldn't quite put a finger on. That bothered Abby the most, not knowing.

Desirée POV

Optimus was still resting. Ratchet said he had overworked himself and needed to rest. The scans Ratchet would perform had become more frequent, and it felt less enthusiastic without Optimus.

A soft knock on the door interrupted me from my thoughts.

Elita poked her head in, looking at me with a frown.

"Oh," I said in mild surprise. "Hey, Elita. Is something wrong?"

Closing the door behind her, Elita's Holoform leaned against the closed door with a frown on her face. She seemed to be studying me, and her analytical eyes made me so uncomfortable, it wasn't even funny.

"I just want to know a little bit about Optimus," she answered after a few minutes.

I frowned. "You've known him longer than I have," I said confusedly. "What is there you want to know?"

Elita stood at the foot of my bed, her hands folded behind her back. She tilted her head a little to the side, her frown deepening.

"He's different." She looked like she was looking off into space. "Being around you humans, it's changed him. I've never seen him act like this, not even when we were together." Elita's lips pursed. "He's more...compassionate, but distant in a way."

"What are you suggesting, Elita?" I asked, my voice laced in irritation.

She shook her head, her hair falling over her shoulder as she did so. "I'm not suggesting anything. I'm just wondering how humans could have changed him so significantly."

Shrugging, I watched her carefully. "We just helped the Autobots," I said.

"You've shown the Autobots love," Elita responded. "A lot of them, from what I can see, haven't experienced love before. Optimus has. He saw something inside of you that caused this whole..." She waved her hands in front of her face. "...strange relationship."

"I wouldn't call it 'strange'," I countered defensively. "I consider my feelings for Optimus normal, no matter what anyone else thinks."

"Humans wouldn't consider your relationship normal." Elita's eyes narrowed slightly. "And having Sparklings with Optimus, as well? That's something completely different."

I felt my shoulders tense. "It feels like you're threatening my girls, Elita," I warned. "Are you threatening my girls?"

She shook her head. "I'm just stating my observations. I'm still new to this whole thing, so I don't quite understand everything that's happening. I didn't mean to offend you."

Scowling, I didn't take my eyes off of Elita for a minute, not until her Holoform deactivate.

No One's POV

It took some time, but figuring out how to get into the femme's personal system wasn't hard. They were able to make her talk, see what she sees.

When the femme went into the human's room, the Creators noticed there was something about her that wasn't quite normal. The Creators didn't know much about human life, nor did they care to know anything about human life, but they had a brief understanding that what they felt in that human wasn't normal.

What they gathered from the human was that, not only did she possess a power they couldn't quite put a finger on yet, but she was very protective of her abomination offspring and of Optimus.

It was almost like a silent agreement among the Creators, that when they got Optimus Prime, they would probably take the human and the abominations. It would start with Prime's filthy half-breed offspring, and the Creators would work from there, gathering the other abominations and taking them out one by one. Mixing species was one thing they did not like.

When they figured out that Optimus had taken down Lockdown, it was frustrating.

Lockdown was supposedly the 'best bounty hunter in the universe'. The Creators should have known better than to have entrusted him with the duty of hunting Prime. Though Lockdown had spent centuries gathering other prisoners from other bosses, retrieving a Prime was something he seemed incapable of doing. Even the 'Dinobots' - a ridiculous name, once they thought about it - had been sent free.

The Dinobots...Optimus Prime...the rebels, that's what they were considered. Rebels. They no longer did what the Creators built them to do. Figuring out they were able to think for themselves, act for themselves, it gave them a feeling of rebellion, and that would lead to their downfall.

The Creators were trying to keep the natural balance of things. Optimus and all those other rebels were creating a whole mess of cosmic imbalance.

Balance would be restored, and anything that stood in their way would be annihilated.

Drift POV

The samurai looking Autobot had watched everything unfold patiently. Drift didn't use his Holoform very often, and he didn't really transform as much as he liked. Instead, he found himself just observing. He didn't feel the need to interfere with any of the commotion occurring in the Yeager home, if it wasn't too dangerous, he wouldn't get involved.

Drift would serve under Optimus's command no matter what.

As far as the samurai Autobot knew, everyone was safe.

The Decepticon-turned-Autobot noticed how a majority of the Autobots always had somewhere to be, and he knew it had to do with their human counterparts. In all honesty, Drift still didn't trust the humans that well. But Optimus still found something worth saving in them - whether it had to do with his mixed-species family, or he still had a soft spot in his Spark for them, Drift didn't know.

Whatever the Prime's reason is behind still fighting for humanity, Drift would do the same. He trusted Optimus's judgment, he trusted Optimus as a leader. But Drift couldn't help but wonder how such small, organic creatures could cause Optimus Prime to become so fixated on them. He wanted to believe it went beyond his family, but he'd never know for sure.

Desirée POV

After Elita's strange behavior, I felt a little more uncomfortable. I felt...unsafe. I didn't bother telling anyone, I didn't want to cause any more problems!

"You look upset." Tessa stood in the doorway, looking at me sympathetically. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"I don't know," I said solemnly.

Tessa looked behind her for a minute.

"Is something wrong?" I asked worriedly. "How are Saoirse and Eden?"

"Fine, they're doing just fine." Tessa's lips pursed. "You have really sweet kids, Desiree."

"Honestly, I'm surprised," I said sadly. "After everything they've been through..."

Tessa leaned against the doorway. She didn't say anything for a few minutes. She looked lost in her thoughts, almost too distracted by her thoughts.

"Sometimes I wished dad would have found someone to remarry," Tessa admitted. "Ever since mom died, he refused to date anyone."

"Maybe he just couldn't forget her," I suggested. "It might have felt like betrayal."

Tessa crossed her arms over her chest. "I was too young to really remember her," Tessa said. "I wish she could've stayed."

I felt a pang of sympathy and sadness for Tessa. All she wanted was for her mother to be alive. That familiar motherly instinct flared and I wanted nothing more than to protect her and show her just how a mother could act.

"I'm sorry."

Tessa looked at me. "You're the closest thing I have to a motherly figure," she said sadly. "Since dad wouldn't date and mom died young, I couldn't really remember what it was like to have a mom."

I wasn't sure what to say. She had told me she thought of me as a mother figure, and I still couldn't figure out how it made me feel.

"Are you still wanting me to tell you what's bothering me?" I asked quietly.

Tessa shrugged. "If you want to. You just seemed really bothered by something." She turned and looked at me, going for a lazy half smile.

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