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Ratchet POV

When Ratchet went back to visit on Desirée, he noticed her squirming in her bed, almost uncomfortably. Her face was scrunched in pain, silently whimpering.

The medical officer's Holoform rushed over to her bedside, placing the back of his hand on Desirée's forehead. She was still running a fever.

Ratchet ran a scan on the woman's body, and her fever had gone up just a little, but what seemed to be bothering her the most was a migraine. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he gently jostled her awake.

"Wha..." Her eyes opened and looked at the Holoform confusedly. She winced, gently placing hand on her forehead.

"You're suffering from a migraine, Desirée." Ratchet's eyes hardened as he looked at his companion.

Scowling, Desirée looked at Ratchet. "You don't say?" she spat out. Wincing, she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip in agony.

"You could have sent someone to get me if you were in pain," Ratchet scolded. He had a bag of medications in the bedroom, one he had just in case her condition had worsened. "Your fever has gone up, as well."

Desirée's eyes didn't open as Ratchet looked through his stash of medications. He looked at her briefly, his brow creasing in concern. Finding some medication that wouldn't cause any serious affects on her body, but strong enough to (hopefully) ease the pain in Desirée's head.

"Here, take this." He knelt down, gently turning his friend's face so he could give the medication easier. Her face scrunched up before she allowed herself to take the medicine Ratchet had. "There," he said. "It should ease the pain, but it isn't going to cause any kind of damage to your Sparkling. OK?"

She looked up at him, and Ratchet caught the thankfulness in her eyes.

"Just rest," Ratchet said gruffly. "You should be feeling better soon."

Optimus POV

Optimus stayed outside a little longer. He wanted to take a moment to cool himself down. Staying upset at what Elita said, at everything that had been going on, he'd be miserable.

He needed to be supportive of Desirée. Staying angry and frustrated and irritated would be illogical.

Primus have mercy on me, Optimus prayed silently. Closing his optics, he took an intake cycle of air to try and calm the rattling the emotions inside him. He needed all the strength he could if he expected to get through Desirée's health conditions and Elita's troublesome behavior.

Optimus took a moment to observe the Yeager farmhouse he and his Autobots currently resided in. It was big enough for the Yeager family and his family to live in. Desirée had mentioned on occasion that she wanted to get a job while the Saoirse was at school, just her way of contributing to the Yeagers, for being so generous and allowing them to stay.

In the Prime's optics, the farmhouse looked like a nice place to reside.

An unsettling feeling resided in Optimus's Spark, making it seem heavier than it already felt. He frowned slightly. In the chaos of dealing with all the issues that arose, he had forgotten about the Seed. Optimus had told himself that he'd have to visit the Seed's hiding place, soon, to make sure it was still there and safe.

When would be a good time to leave? Optimus thought worriedly. Would Desirée and the others understand? If I do leave, I could gather some useful information on the Creators...and prevent any problems they may bring to earth.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose. A scowl deepened on his facial plates.

...Would Desirée understand...?

Desirée POV

When I awoke, my head wasn't hurting as intensely as it was before. Placing my hands on my stomach, it felt a little bigger. And it still felt a little jumpy.

I was also alone.

Rubbing my eyes exhaustedly, I sighed. I wasn't sure what to expect from everything that was happening.

When the door opened, and Elita's face poked in, I felt a knot of dread form in my stomach.

"What are you doing here?" I asked flatly.

Elita walked in and closed the door behind her, the Holoform leaning against the door with a look on her face that made me feel a little uncomfortable. She tilted her head a little to the side.

"I'm not sure what he sees you," she said nonchalantly. "You're just a human. An organic. How could an organic have captured Optimus's Spark so easily?"

My brows furrowed in confusion. "Where are you getting at, Elita?" I asked slowly. "I'm really not in the mood to be dealing with any drama right now."

Elita's mouth set in a thin line. "You're nothing but a human," she said. "A useless little human. There's no way a human can love a Cybertronian - humans don't possess the kind of emotions Cybertronians do." Her blue eyes twinkled in a way that made my stomach churn.

"I'd like to believe humans can feel just as intensely as a Cybertronian," I muttered bitterly.

Elita's eyes narrowed. "Can they?" she countered. "Humans are unpredictable. You may think you love Optimus now, but your love for him will surely fade. All human affections fade over time."

Scoffing I rolled my eyes. "And what? You'll be waiting for Optimus when this happens?" I scrutinized her.

"Yes." The corners of Elita's lips set into a smug smirk. "Optimus knows I'll always be there for him. I was always his first choice."

"Listen, Elita," I said dismissively, "you're obviously not understanding what's happening around you. Optimus has moved on. He's Sparkbound to another person. I've had the procedure of Sparkbonding explained to me, OK? If something happens to a Cybertronian's Sparkmate, their Spark breaks and they can't love another."

"I understand the process of Sparkbonding," Elita said in a scolding manner. "I am a Cybertronian - an Autobot."

Shaking my head, I gave her a defeated look. "I don't care if you're an Autobot," I spat. "If anything happens to me, Optimus will never love you. He'll be depressed forever. Isn't that right?" She scowled at me. "I love Optimus and nothing is going to change that. You're delusional if you think anything will get in the way of us. We have a family, friends. You can't let go of the past. If Optimus still wanted to be with you, don't you think he would've stayed true to you?"

Elita shook her head slowly. "You shut your mouth, human," she said in a low voice. I could tell I was getting to her. "Deep down, I know Optimus still loves me."

"I'm sure there's a part of Optimus that might still care for you." I rubbed my forehead in frustration. "But can't you just let him go? You can't keep holding on to the past and hope it'll come back. Nothing stays the same forever."

Elita looked at me, wide-eyed and her mouth a thin line. She was stiffly leaning against the door. I could tell I struck some chord in her, and I was probably going to have to pay some sort of price as a result. But I didn't care. I tried my hardest to befriend Elita, but she was driven to the point of madness by her own delusions. Sure, there was a place in Optimus that still cared for Elita, one I couldn't fill. But he seemed to have moved on in a lot of ways, and she had to understand that he would have waited for her if he really wanted to stay faithful to her.

"Is that what you believe, human?" she asked softly.

"Yes!" I exclaimed. "That's what I believe. That's what we've been telling you. Optimus moved on. Sometimes people and things change, and you can't always get back what's been lost. Are we finished here?"

Nodding slowly, Elita opened the door. "Yes, I do believe we are," she said bitterly.

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