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Optimus POV

The fighting continued longer than Optimus hoped. The Autobots tried landing, what they thought to be, accurate attacks. But the more attacks they thought would accurately cause damage on Galvatron, the more Galvatron proved them wrong. Erupting into those small cubes and rearranging himself into another location, firing missiles and shooting at the Autobots - but his main focus was on Optimus.

In a way, Optimus should have expected that.

No matter what body Megatron possessed, he'd always be Megatron and he would always be Optimus's enemy.

"You're all so weak!" Galvatron snarled, firing more missiles at the Autobots.

Optimus's optics narrowed angrily, his sword grasped in his hand tightly. He glanced over at his Autobots, damaged from all the shots Galvatron had hit them with. The Prime wasn't sure how many attacks they could take before...

He shook the thought out of his head.

There is no way Galvatron will defeat us, Optimus thought. He tried thinking of strategies on how to attack Galvatron when least expecting it, but it always seemed that he expected it.

"I can't wait to kill you," Galvatron hissed, his optics wide and wild. "Then I'll find those pathetic humans you call a family and slaughter them, too!"

In that moment, all the anger and frustration and rage exploded within the Autobots. Threatening the safety of innocent humans was one thing; but threatening their families was something personal.

"You slagging piece of scrap metal!" Sideswipe snarled, getting his weapons ready.

"Autobots, wait," Optimus commanded. The Autobots looked at him with wide-optics. "Galvatron's trying to make you lose control. He's waiting for us to attack him so he can take us down. Don't give him that satisfaction," Optimus said over the ComLink. There was an almost smug, satisfied look on Galvatron's face, hidden just beneath the look of evil in his optics.

The Autobots held back the anger boiling in their Energon.

"Tell me, Prime, how do you plan to end this?" Galvatron snarled, a sickening smirk coming on his facial plates. "I can no longer die. There is nothing you can do to stop me!"

"I'll do everything in my power to stop you." Optimus's voice was harsh and bitter, his sword raised, ready for any kind of attack. The fighting had left him weak; he wasn't the only one who was affected by Galvatron's attacks. Optimus tried not to make himself look so weak in front of his Autobots or Galvatron. He wanted to make himself look as strong as possible, so when the fighting finally ended, he'd be able to go back to Desirée in one piece, alive.

"Your attacks can't hit me," Galvatron hissed. "There is no way you can kill me, Prime. Your Autobots are weak, you're pathetic."

Optimus lunged at Galvatron, his sword going forward to hit Galvatron - not really aiming for any spot in particular, just hoping to hit him somewhere.

When the Prime lunged, Galvatron took out some more weapons and shot them at Optimus, which resulted in him getting hit and stumbling back a little. And when the other Autobots saw their leader getting attacked, they attacked as well.

Regaining his footing, Optimus saw his Autobots attacking Galvatron.

Sideswipe trying to use his speed to take down Galvatron; Hound and Ironhide using their various weapons to try and accurately hit Galvatron, when he wasn't rearranging himself all over the place - they were all risking their lives to help him take down the enemy. Optimus had to wonder what could possibly hit Galvatron.

The humans had recreated Megatron to be almost indestructible.

There was no Spark for any of them to hit and he wasn't like any of the Transformers Optimus knew. Galvatron's way of transforming was different. Optimus had heard from Joyce that the original Transformers' way of going from vehicle to bipedal mode was because of the Transformium's metal instability, that was why they were able to go from their very original forms into human vehicles. But when Joyce had helped build the protoforms, he made the Transformium more stable, in a sense. A quick transformation from vehicle to bipedal.

The Prime's Energon boiled with anger. The Autobots were getting hit and they were so damaged and their fighting was getting sloppy.

And Optimus knew better than to allow his soldiers fight the enemy on their own.

Desirée POV

"You have a fever," Drift said. He had come into my room. He had a routine of checking on me daily, keeping me company for a little bit before he'd deactivate the Holoform and do a little bit of inspection of the property, just to make sure no threats came upon the property.

"I-It's probably just a little cold," I stammered, pulling the covers over me even more.

Drift's blue eyes studied me carefully, clearly not believing what I was telling him. In the time Drift and I had spent together, we had become good friends. I was happy I was able to befriend one of the new Autobots! Hound and Crosshairs and I only shared a mutual respect for each other, nothing going beyond that.

"Don't look at me l-like that." I didn't want to feel Drift's eyes on me, studying me like that. The nausea had been going off and on, making me feel like absolute crap.

"Your health is important to all of us," Drift said, his lips pursing into a thin line. "Optimus will worry about you deeply if he returns to find you like this."

"It's just nausea and a little fever," I muttered. "It'll be gone by the time he gets back. Don't worry so much, Drift."

"You are carrying a Sparkling, Desirée." Drift's voice held a firmness in it that I had heard many time before. He was a serious Autobot, never really breaking that stoic exterior when necessary. "This could go beyond 'nausea and a little fever'. If the infection is still lingering in your system, you and the Sparkling are in grave danger."

I swallowed thickly.

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