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Optimus POV

Galvatron had transformed back into his trucked form and sped off, almost ramming into the Autobots that were trying to block his path. The Autobots immediately transformed and chased after Galvatron as fast as they could.

It was almost frustrating, the way Galvatron was messing with them. Optimus found his already bubbling anger getting ready to explode - his soldiers were wounded and tired, so was he. All he wanted to do was take Galvatron down and go back to the Yeager residence. He wanted to go back to Desirée and give the Autobots a chance to recover from what was supposed to be a quick and easy mission.

I won't let this slagging copy get the best of us, Optimus thought irritably.

In the time the Autobots had spent in Tennessee, Optimus hadn't received a ComLink in weeks from Drift, informing him of Desirée's condition. Not only was worrying about Desirée starting to come up here and there, but worrying about whether or not they'd be able to take down Galvatron and come back alive was starting to become a worry.

During their chase for Galvatron, Optimus hadn't realized how their surroundings changed. They had managed to find their way back into the more populated areas of Memphis. Optimus was happier when they were further away from the humans, where it wasn't a possibility that there'd be any human casualties because of their fighting.

"Prime, we have to stop him," Crosshairs said over the ComLink. "If the fighting continues here, then the humans will be in danger."

"I know," Optimus growled. "Split up. Try and find a way to lead him in another direction, only fire when you need to."

When the Autobots split up, leaving only Optimus and Galvatron in their vehicle forms to resume the chasing, and Optimus was determined that if he could find a way to get Galvatron off the roads of the more populated parts of Memphis, then maybe he'd be able to finish the battle on his own. His soldiers were weak and injured, Optimus could ask Ratchet to try and fix the injuries the others had and try and make it back to Cade's farm before any serious damage took place. Some of the Autobots had families to go back to, and that was more important.

Optimus took notice to how the humans were jumping and stumbling out of the way when the two Transformers were speeding past. The looks of confusion and fear on the faces of those humans gave Optimus enough strength to keep going. Even for Desirée, whom he knew desperately needed him back on the farm.

Before Optimus could even figure out a plan on how he'd be able to stop Galvatron, the man made Transformer suddenly transformed and had his missiles firing and his guns shooting at the Prime before he could even transform himself.

The screams and cries of the humans filled the air and the sounds of the explosions from the missiles and things breaking and shattering mixed in with the cries.

Optimus transformed quickly, trying to be careful and avoiding Galvatron's missiles and gunfire. The moment he finished transforming, he had his sword ready and started his attempts at blocking the enemy's firing and tried his best to find an opening.

"You can't take me, Prime!" Galvatron snarled, his red optics shining wildly. "I'm building a new army! Soon this wretched planet will be nothing!"

Optimus's facial plates turned up into a scowl, his blue optics shining with fury.

"You will leave this planet alone!" Optimus cried. "I've stopped you before you were Galvatron, I'll stop you now."

"How?" Galvatron hissed. "You're alone, you're weak - how can you possibly take me down, Prime? I'm strong now, stronger than even you."

The man made Transformer started firing again, Optimus trying desperately to avoid the missiles and gunfire. The screams of all the humans caught in the crossfire echoed throughout the area and Optimus found his Energon boiling even further with unexplainable anger and rage. He couldn't allow Galvatron to continue his onslaught.

"How do you plan on building a new army if you don't have anything to build it with?" Optimus exclaimed, swinging his sword at Galvatron.

Galvatron snarled.

"The only thing you should worry about is making sure your pathetic soldiers stay alive and that hideous human femme of yours doesn't die." A sickening smile came upon Galvatron's facial plates, enjoying the anger that showed on Optimus's face.

Desirée POV

I tried clearing my throat. I'd been throwing up a lot lately and my throat was burning and felt as dry as sandpaper. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, not to mention that my stomach was churning and felt completely restless. I really hoped what Drift said about the infection possible still lingering in my body was wrong. I was hoping I was recovering.

I winced, rubbing my stomach, trying to calm down the restlessness. If the baby was, in a way, mature enough to start moving, despite how early in the pregnancy I am (even if a Cybertronian baby matures faster than a human baby), I was hoping that rubbing my stomach would at least calm the baby down a little. I couldn't really talk to the baby, my voice was hoarse and my throat burned even more when I tried.

Drift hadn't told me anything about what happened to Optimus and the others. I was starting to get worried. I had received calls from Abby and Blossom and Rosalyn, voicing their concerns over their respective Autobots.

When I asked Drift if he knew anything, he said that he hadn't received any ComLink from Optimus or the others.

Please calm down, baby, I thought miserably. Please, please calm down. I'm not feeling well. You're making me feel even worse. I just want this pregnancy to go by smoothly and it's getting more and more difficult.

I groaned when I felt another wave of nausea hit.

QUICKY A/N:

I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS UPDATE. I RETURNED FROM MY CALIFORNIA TRIP YESTERDAY AND IT WAS ACTUALLY PRETTY FUN. I'LL BE SURE TO UPDATE AS FREQUENTLY AS I CAN TO MAKE UP FOR LOST TIME. AND I'M ALSO SORRY THAT I DON'T UPDATE AS OFTEN AS I USED TO.

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