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Bumblebee POV

It was obvious that Prime was working himself hard, and all the Autobots could see that. Bumblebee could also see that the others were exceptionally worried about Optimus, as well. They'd been hunting Galvatron - fighting Galvatron - for too long, and they were very weak. Galvatron was a master of evasion, and the Autobots had been trying for so long to land a hit on him, but it only resulted in them getting hit.

Bumblebee was feeling his Spark rattling in frustration.

Optimus was so confident that they'd have a quick mission to find and kill Galvatron, but the reincarnated Decepticon proved too powerful for them to handle on their own.

If Desirée hadn't gotten pregnant, she'd be able to take him down, Bee thought in irritation.

In a sense, Desirée could take Galvatron down with the All Spark's power. Despite the former Decepticon leader being put into a newer body with a brand new name, he was still made of Transformium, and that can be disintegrated by the All Spark's energy.

After Bumblebee had taken to cutting off an exit so Galvatron wouldn't escape, he received a ComLink from Ironhide, saying that Optimus was attempting to fight Galvatron all on his own.

That rattled Bumblebee's Spark.

Had Optimus just told the Autobots to leave so he could fight Galvatron? By the sounds of it - the way Ironhide sounded over the ComLink - it seemed like Optimus did.

Primus, what is he thinking? Bee thought worriedly.

Optimus POV

Optimus had been driving as far away from the inhabited area of Memphis, trying so desperately to avoid any human casualties. It was bad enough the humans had revived Megatron in a different body with a new name, but making Galvatron seem almost indestructible was something that Optimus absolutely loathed. He hated the idea of not being able to stop a threat, of not being able to keep the others safe, the humans safe.

The Prime was convinced that Galvatron had some kind of weak spot, but whenever the Autobots tried landing a shot, he'd go in another direction. It was getting harder to fight him when they were getting weaker.

"Autobots, do not attempt to fight Galvatron," Optimus said over the ComLink. "I can finish this. Stay where you are."

"Not happening," Crosshairs snapped. "Do you honestly think you can handle fighting that slagger on your own?! You brought all of us to help!"

"You didn't bring us so we could play security, Prime," Ratchet exclaimed. "Stop thinking you can handle all the dirty work on your own. Let us help you."

Optimus found himself getting frustrated. Yeah, he brought the Autobots along for help, but he couldn't stand the idea of seeing them get injured anymore, or killed.

As Optimus continued driving, he tried to keep his processors focused. Because of the damage he sustained while fighting Galvatron, it was becoming harder to focus, and he was cursing to himself for allowing the injuries to get so far. If he'd known that the fighting would have escalated so quickly, he wouldn't have even considered going to Memphis in the first place. He would've just stayed in Texas, spending time with Saoirse and Eden, comforting Desirée through the rest of her pregnancy, just try and live in the shadows.

It was proving too difficult to do something like that.

Drift POV

There was a worrisome feeling hanging in the Yeager residence. It was heavy, thick. If Drift could remember correctly, there was a human term for something like that, some kind of metaphor. So thick...it could be cut with a...knife? He shook the thought out of his processors. Desirée's condition wasn't getting any better. She had gone downhill - vomiting after eating on some occasions, couldn't hold down water most of the time, dehydrated, pale...Drift wondered why Ratchet left with Optimus in the first place.

Drift had no medical experience; the Yeagers had no medical experience; Shane had no medical experience; Saoirse and Eden would have to sit back and watch their mother and unborn sibling endure all kinds of pain and agony until the others returned from the mission.

Drift didn't really know which medications would work to help ease Desirée's symptoms. Ratchet had left some for her while he was gone, but Drift wasn't too sure which ones would work.

They were running on fumes.

The samurai Autobot wondered how much longer Desirée could last with Ratchet and the others gone, until her condition completely collapsed and something horrible happened to her.

Optimus POV

The Prime led Galvatron as far as he could physically go. Optimus was tired, weak. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last in the fight before he passed out or died.

He wasn't going to die - that's what he kept trying to tell himself. But the more he tried, the less convinced he became.

Endlessly, Galvatron had been firing missiles and shooting his gun at Optimus. Sometimes, the bullets hit, sometimes the bullets and the missiles just grazed him. But not once did a single missile hit him.

Optimus thanked Primus for that.

When the two finally came to a stop, and Optimus transformed as quickly as he could, Galvatron had already finished his transformation and already started firing his weapons.

Optimus got one of his guns ready in one hand, his sword in the other.

"We finish this today," Galvatron spat.

With that, the two Transformers clashed.

Cade POV

"Her condition's not getting any better," Cade told Tessa. They had been watching over Saoirse and Eden for a majority of Desirée's pregnancy. The girls missed their mother, and visited her whenever Desirée was healthy enough for them to visit. But when Drift had told them that she'd worsened, it was almost as if nothing was working out for the Witwicky girl. "If Ratchet and the others don't come back soon, she's probably not going to make it," Cade murmured.

Saoirse and Eden were sitting just a few feet away from them. Saoirse was finishing up some schoolwork, Eden was working on some practice sheets Cade managed to find for her. If the youngest daughter of Optimus was going to school in the next year or two, she'd need some preparation.

"Don't say that," Tessa murmured, giving her father a cautious look. "She'll make it out."

"How? None of us have any medical experience." Cade looked desperate. "Desirée needs Ratchet."

Hearing her bedroom door open, Tessa and Cade saw Drift's Holoform walk out, looking solemn. Drift was almost a master at not letting his true emotions show, and that made the Yeagers worry even more. Having a little bit of emotion would help ease their worries. Or not...depending on her condition.

"Is she OK?" Tessa asked. She had gotten up and walked beside the Holoform, her stomach churning.

"Her condition hasn't changed," Drift murmured. "But she's strong. I believe Desirée can keep fighting for a little longer."

Tessa looked back at her father, wide-eyed.

Saoirse and Eden glanced at the adults and the Holoform confusedly.

"Is Mama gonna be OK?" Saoirse asked. "We haven't seen her in a long time."

Tessa looked down at the girls, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

Cade walked up to them, kneeling down with a forced smile - one he hoped they wouldn't notice.

"Your mother's not feeling well," he said.

"We know," Saoirse said.

"Not like a cold or anything," Cade continued, giving Saoirse a look before he continued talking. "The baby's weakening her, so it's causing her to get sick. There's nothing we can do to make her better."

QUICKY A/N:

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