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Desirée POV
I grimaced, my fingers tightening just a fraction on my swelling stomach. Those cramps were getting a little worse, and it was becoming unbearable. The frequent checkups by Drift started to get a bit spaced out, and it was making me wonder what was going on. He would tell me, every time he came in my room, that Ratchet was on his way, that he'd be there soon. But I was starting to wonder if that was really going to happen.
It had taken the Autobots, as far as I could tell, a long time to get to Tennessee, and it had me wondering if Ratchet was going to get to me before my condition worsened in some way.
"Desirée? Are you OK?"
Tessa's voice called from the other side of the closed bedroom door, and I let out a shaky sigh.
"I'm doing better," I called, my throat still feeling like sandpaper was in it, that burning sensation flaring once I started talking.
"You haven't been throwing up lately, have you?" Tessa called.
"No." I grimaced at the horrid feeling in my throat. I had a feeling they were aware that I'd been dry heaving; I would have those flare ups occasionally. Swallowing thickly, I tried to ease the burning sensation in my throat the best I could - not being able to hold down foods or liquids was hard enough as it is.
When Tessa didn't say anything right away, I felt myself growing anxious. Was there something wrong?
"How far is Ratchet from the farm?" I exclaimed.
When Tessa still didn't answer, I felt my anxieties grow.
"Tess?"
"I don't know," she answered after what felt like an eternity of silence. "Drift hasn't told us much."
Swallowing thickly, I gave a shaky sigh.
Optimus POV
The Prime looked at his Autobots for a moment, taking in the damage Galvatron had inflicted. It was obvious they were all in pain, it was a miracle they made it out alive. Well, Galvatron surrendered, but still...
"We need to go," Optimus said warily, his metallic-laced voice sounding strained.
"Prime's right," Ironhide said gruffly. "If we stay here any longer, it will cause some conflicts with the humans."
Optimus's facial plates settled for a pained frown. After what had happened in the previous five years, what the humans thought of him didn't mean anything. But if they tried anything that caused any kind of pain to his family or his remaining soldiers, he'd not hesitate to handle the situation, however he saw fit. Optimus Prime had already killed humans, despite his old vow to never inflict harm onto human beings.
Though, in Optimus's optics, Attinger wasn't a human. He was a monster.
Taking a moment to painfully transform into their alt. mode, the Autobots wondered just how far they'd get with their injuries. Without Ratchet to check on them, it was going to be difficult to drive from Tennessee to Texas without giving in to their pains.
But Optimus was determined to make it back to Desirée and his Sparklings, no matter what condition he happened to be in.
Drift POV
It was hard, seeing Desirée in pain. Drift knew she was a brave warrior, he'd seen it when they fought against KSI and the protoforms. But she was expecting her third Sparkling, and it was proving to be more serious than any protoform they'd fought, more dangerous than KSI. Maybe even more dangerous than Cemetery Wind had been.
Drift felt despair weighing down on his Spark.
If Optimus Prime returned from Tennessee and saw his Sparkmate on the brink of death - though he could probably feel all the sickness Desirée was experiencing - certainly Optimus would be in a fit.
A Cybertronian only Sparkbound once, and no matter what, if one Sparkmate dies - the list could be endless on the possible ways one of the Sparkmates could die - the survivor will never love another. Their Spark would break the moment their Sparkmate's died.
And Drift was certain that if Desirée died before Optimus returned, Primus forbid, it didn't take a genius to know that Optimus Prime would be filled with the utmost despair. His Sparkmate and unborn Sparkling...
Optimus would still have Saoirse and Eden, but it wouldn't be the same.
Primus help them, Drift thought solemnly.
He'd seen too many good creatures perish under the intensity of despair because of the loss of a significant other - especially on Cybertron, when the war first broke out.
Drift couldn't handle seeing Optimus Prime fall under that category.
Ratchet POV
Slag it! Ratchet thought bitterly. It had taken too slagging long for the medical officer to have left Tennessee. He still had a lot of travelling to do before he'd even get close to Texas. There were moments where Ratchet wished it didn't take so slagging long to get from one place to another, that the humans weren't so unpredictable when it came to their driving.
Ratchet tried his hardest to avoid the main, crowded roads, but the more he tried, the more he'd find himself tangled in the clogged main roads of the human roads.
I don't have time for this! he thought bitterly. Someone's life is on the line, and these slagging fleshlings aren't moving any faster!
In that moment, Ratchet wondered if transforming would help reduce the time it'd take to get to the Yeager farm. But he knew he couldn't draw too much attention to himself. The Autobots were still kind of in the lie-low stage of their stay on earth. Despite the months that followed after the KSI-Cemetery Wind attack in China, the Autobots were still wary of the humans and their unpredictability. They couldn't risk another government operation trying to hunt them down.
If I can just figure out a reasonable route, I'd be able to get to Desirée in no time at all.
Ratchet tried to find an opening, but cursed when he didn't see one.
Just my luck...
Desirée POV
I was rubbing my stomach absentmindedly. It had gotten bigger in the time Optimus and the others were gone, and the baby's movements seemed to become more frequent. Even though I went through the whole Cybertronian-human pregnancy twice before, it still felt surreal. I couldn't believe that I had actually gotten pregnant by an alien robot. Looking at my swelling stomach, I frowned slightly. It had been at least half an hour since Tessa had checked on me last, and the baby's movements seemed to be less and less, and that worried me.
I always lived for those little movements.
It reassured me that the baby was OK, that I'd have something to look forward to at the end of nine months.
"You're probably just tired, aren't you?" I whispered hoarsely. I rubbed my hands over my stomach, hoping I would find a place where the baby would kick. When it didn't kick, I felt a little bit of panic rise in me. There was a possibility the baby was resting, but my mind was going to other possibilities.
You're under a lot of stress, Desirée. What if you miscarried? Maybe that's why the baby isn't moving that much. It doesn't matter how early in the pregnancy you are, the baby can still not make it! And if the baby doesn't make it, doesn't that mean something happens to you?! That'd be terrible, wouldn't it? Optimus coming back, finding you and the baby...you know...
I shook the thought from my mind.
I'd gone through two other pregnancies, almost similar to the one I was going through. I wasn't about to give up because of some stupid infection.
Giving a shaky sigh, I closed my eyes and kept rubbing my swollen stomach.
You'll be just fine, baby, I thought, trying to reassure myself. Just wait until Ratchet and the others make it, OK? You've still got plenty of time to grow and be born. You have two beautiful sisters waiting for you, a fantastic father who can't wait to see you, and a whole big family who's just as excited as I am to see you be born!
I felt tears sting the backs of my eyes.
"Just move," I whispered shakily. "Please! Just move."
No One's POV
They'd been watching the events unfold in front of them with interest. The humans had slaughtered the Transformers that were taking refuge on earth, and made their own prototypes of the "perfect robot". It was almost laughable. The humans thought that they were able to determine what was considered "perfect", when they themselves were an imperfect species.
Humans always seemed to think that they were the center of the universe - that every planet, star, and solar system revolved solely around them.
They couldn't have been more wrong.
And soon, when the time was right, the Creators would give that dirt planet what it deserved.
But they still had a little rogue Prime they needed to take care of.
QUICKY A/N:
I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS UPDATE! I BELIEVE A KIND REVIEWER SUGGESTED THAT THE CREATORS BE MENTIONED, SINCE THEY WERE KIND OF PUT OFF TO THE SIDE FOR A BIT. SO, I HOPE HAVING THE ENDING BE WHAT THE CREATORS ARE UP TO WAS A GOOD ONE!
OH, AND I'D LIKE TO THANK Retrokill FOR GIVING ME AN ESTIMATION ON DESIRÉE'S AGE IN THE STORY, AND TELLING ME WHAT SAOIRSE'S AND EDEN'S AGE WOULD BE UP UNTIL NOW.
FROM WHAT THIS KIND REVIEWER HAS TOLD ME, SAOIRSE WOULD BE SIX (SIX AND A HALF, MOST LIKELY) AND EDEN WOULD BE FOUR.
AS FOR THE ESTIMATION ON DESIRÉE'S AGE, I THINK SAYING SHE'S ABOUT TWENTY-NINE IS A LITTLE TOO OLD, SO I'M GOING DOWN TO TWENTY-SEVEN. IF I'M WRONG ON THAT, JUST LET ME KNOW AND I'LL CORRECT IT.
ANYWHO, I DON'T KNOW HOW FREQUENT MY UPDATES WILL BE. I'M LESS THAN A MONTH AWAY FROM GRADUATING HIGH SCHOOL AND THERE ARE A LOT OF THINGS I NEED TO FINISH BEFORE GRADUATION. OH, AND I PROBABLY WON'T UPDATE TOMORROW BECAUSE I HAVE MY FINAL BAND CONCERT.
ENOUGH OF MY RAMBLINGS!
ENJOY THE REMAINING UPDATES OF THIS STORY, FRIENDS! YOU GUYS HAVE MADE THIS STORY FANTASTIC, AND I THANK ALL OF YOU FOR BEING SUCH WONDERFUL PEOPLE!
I PROMISE, I HAVE THE LAST FEW UPDATES OF THIS STORY FIGURED OUT, SO I HOPE YOU GUYS WILL STICK WITH ME FOR A LITTLE LONGER! AND I EVEN KNOW HOW THE SEQUEL'S GOING TO START.
BEFORE I ACTUALLY FINISH RAMBLING, I'D LIKE TO TELL A KIND REVIEWER, thedragabot, THAT I'LL START ON A POKÉMON FANFIC AS SOON AS I CAN, JUST GIVE ME ANY SUGGESTIONS YOU HAVE IN MIND (DO YOU WANT IT TO BE A POKÉMON CHARACTER/OC FANFIC OR A POKÉ-CHARACTER/POKÉ-CHARACTER FANFIC? PM ME IF YOU HAVE AN IDEA!).
SO, I'VE GOT A SEQUEL TO AT LEAST WE MADE IT THIS FAR, A POKÉMON FANFIC, AND I BELIEVE A KIND REVIEWER SUGGESTED I DO A THOR FANFIC, AS WELL. SO THAT'S THREE FANFICS I NEED TO START!
HOLY BATMAN, I'M SO SORRY FOR THE RAMBLINGS! I'LL STOP NOW.
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~SMITHY