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Desirée POV

"Ratchet says he is on his way," Drift said, his voice sounding soft. Drift stood by the foot of the bed, looking at me with an almost saddened expression. I knew I probably looked pitiful - and it made me feel terrible that it had become so obvious. I tried for my best smile, letting Drift know that I was truly feeling happy for Ratchet's arrival.

"How far?" I asked softly.

"His arrival should be soon," Drift answered calmly. "He is trying to make the trip back as quickly as possible."

I nodded tiredly.

Drift had been coming by my room as frequently as he could to check on me. And hearing him say that Ratchet was on his way, arriving soon I hope, made a little glimmer of hope rise in me. It felt like it was taking forever for Ratchet to come back - it felt like an eternity for the rest of the Autobots. Drift still hadn't heard word from the others, which made me worry even more. I wasn't sure if Optimus was severely injured or if he was on his way from Memphis. I didn't know if the other Autobots were alive or dead.

"How about the others?" I asked, clearing my throat.

Drift's blue eyes lowered a fraction, thinking over what he could possibly say.

I frowned.

"No word?" I asked.

"I would get fragmented messages from the others," he murmured, "but not from Optimus."

I felt my stomach lurch. I knew that Optimus was still alive, and that made me relieved, but I would be so happy to know if he was OK.

"Well, thank you." I gave the Holoform my best smile, trying to show him some appreciation for what he had done.

Drift gave a single nod before his Holoform dissipated.

Mya POV

Mya chewed on her bottom lip. She hadn't really heard from the others in what felt like forever. It was unnerving, not knowing what was going on with everyone. But Mya's thoughts were focusing a little more in Ironhide. She couldn't help but fear for his safety. Despite the tough front the weapon specialist put up, there was still a gentleness that lived underneath the surface.

Mya wanted to know that Ironhide was alive and well.

She knew worrying and keeping herself anxious over the weapon specialist wasn't going to do her any good - she just had to wait and see.

But the Autobots had been gone for so long that the waiting seemed to intensify her anxieties and worries and she absolutely hated it.

Quit worrying your ass off, she thought harshly. You can't allow yourself to worry so much. Ironhide's a strong soldier, he doesn't need you worrying so much about him.

Though it was hard for her to do. Mya's concern over Ironhide's wellbeing would always be her first priority.

Ironhide POV

The weapon specialist was driving behind Optimus, feeling pain he hadn't experienced in centuries. If Ratchet hadn't left, there would've been the possibility of him and the other Autobots getting some repairs on their injuries.

The sooner we can get back to the Yeagers, the sooner we can get repaired, Ironhide thought gravely.

While worrying about his injuries was one of the thoughts that went through Ironhide's processors, thoughts of Mya had occasionally gone through his processors during the trip to Tennessee.

Mya had become someone important to him, and if Ironhide didn't find himself worrying for the little human femme, he wasn't sure what else to do. Sure, he'd worry about the other Autobots, that was instinctual, but there was a definite connection between Mya and the weapon specialist that was held close to the heart and Spark of both of them. It was only natural, the way Ironhide saw it and despite how new the feeling felt, that the thought of Mya crossed his processors once in a while.

So, as he drove painfully down the roads of Tennessee with the other Autobots, back to the Yeager farm, Ironhide found that thinking of Mya in his time of pain and eagerness to return home, seemed to lessen the pain - in a psychological sense - and make the long, agonizing drive seem less of an effort.

The sooner he could get himself fixed up, the sooner he can present himself back to Mya and resume where they'd left off before Galvatron showed his ugly face.

Ratchet POV

Thanks to his sirens, Ratchet made significant progress in reaching the Yeager farm. He had managed to make it out of Tennessee in one piece, despite the pain and discomfort he was feeling, and knew that he was getting closer to Texas.

Ratchet had driven through the night, turning his sirens off once the sun was down. Once the sun was up and traffic seemed to be a significant trouble, he'd turn his sirens back on and the humans would move out of the way for him. Ratchet had to admit, being able to transform into human vehicles had its perks.

Desirée POV

I had been going in and out of sleep for the past couple hours. I couldn't really relax long enough to be able to sleep or even nap, and it was starting to mentally and emotionally take a toll on me. Since I hadn't been given any medication for the infection, or anything to help me sleep, I was starting to not only get worse, but I was also starting to get really, really angry.

Pregnancy hormones mixed with a lack of sleep, and I was a serving of disaster.

The baby still wasn't moving and that would get me really emotional - I would spend hours upon hours crying my eyes out, convinced that I miscarried. Cade and Tessa, even Shane on occasions, had to tell me that I hadn't miscarried. Drift had to come in and try to comfort me but I got irritated at his attempts to ease the situation.

I knew that it was worrisome that I would suddenly have such mood swings, and I knew that they were trying to brush it off as ordinary pregnancy hormones. But it wasn't like a regular human pregnancy, it felt like everything was amplified, and with an infection, it felt like I had no control over my body. I wasn't sure how severe the infection had gotten, and I was scared that it was going to cause some kind of damage on my mentally and physically.

Not once did I experience something like that when I was pregnant with Saoirse and Eden. Yeah, I had a little infection when I was pregnant with Saoirse, but it was a weakened infection - my body healed relatively quickly. This infection, however, was ravaging my body and leaving me in a state I didn't like whatsoever. I wasn't sure if I would be able to heal from it.

I'm probably going to die, I thought. The baby's probably dead...I haven't felt it move. Ratchet said if the baby dies, I'll die, so it only seems fair. I couldn't even keep this baby alive long enough to be born - what kind of mother am I?

I started absentmindedly rubbing my stomach. It was still firm, and I closed my eyes.

I wasn't sure what to expect anymore. But whatever was up ahead, I was hoping it would be quick and painless.

QUICKY A/N:

I'M SORRY IF THIS UPDATE WAS LOWSY. BUT ONCE RATCHET REACHES THE YEAGER FARM AGAIN, EVERYTHING MIGHT TURN OUT OK, OR IT MIGHT NOT. I HAVE THE REST OF THIS STORY PLANNED OUT, AND WHEN THIS STORY COMES TO AN END (WHICH WILL BE A REALLY SAD DAY), I'LL BE TAKING A BIT OF A BREAK FROM WRITING FOR A LITTLE BIT. DON'T WORRY, I'LL START UP ON THE SEQUEL (AND THE OTHER STORIES YOU GUYS SUGGESTED) RIGHT AWAY.

OH! AND I FORGOT TO MENTION THIS SOONER, BUT THERE WAS A KIND REVIEWER WHO ASKED IF DESIRÉE COULD POSSIBLY REVIVE THE FALLEN AUTOBOTS - THE ONES WHO DIED FROM CEMETERY WIND. SINCE SHE HAS THE POWER OF THE ALL SPARK, DESIRÉE SHOULD BE ABLE TO REVIVE FALLEN AUTOBOTS. I THINK IT WAS MENTIONED IN THE REVIEW THAT, ONCE UPON A TIME, DESIRÉE REVIVED JAZZ WHEN HE DIED WHEN I WAS WRITING IN THE FIRST 'TRANSFORMERS' MOVIE. AND, SINCE THE FALLEN AUTOBOTS' BODIES HAD BEEN DESTROYED AND MELTED INTO NEWER, SLEEKER VERSIONS OF TRANSFORMERS, MAYBE THOSE COULD BE USED AS THE BODIES (IF THERE WERE SOME TO SPARE).

WHAT DO YOU GUYS SAY?

I THOUGHT THAT WAS AN INTERESTING IDEA!

LEAVE A REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU GUYS THINK!

ANYWHO, ENOUGH OF MY RAMBLINGS! I DON'T KNOW HOW FREQUENTLY I'LL BE ABLE TO UPDATE. I'M GETTING CLOSER TO GRADUATION AND I HAVE A BIG PROJECT IN MY ENGLISH CLASS THAT I NEED TO FINISH SOON OR I'LL FAIL THE CLASS AND NOT GRADUATE WITH MY CLASS...I WILL PROBABLY UPDATE EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE, LIKE I'VE BEEN DOING LATELY (I'M SO SORRY FOR THAT), AND HOPEFULLY THAT'LL WORK OUT UNTIL MY LAST DAY OF SCHOOL.

SO, I HOPE THIS UPDATE WAS GOOD FOR YOU GUYS! IF THERE'S ANYTHING YOU WANT ME TO FIX, LET ME KNOW AND I'LL DO JUST THAT.

I DON'T OWN ANYTHING TRANSFORMERS NOR DO I OWN THE FOUR OC'S. THOSE WONDERFUL OC'S BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS AND I THANK YOU, RESPECTIVE OWNERS, FOR LETTING ME USE YOUR CHARACTERS! THEY'RE ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC.

STAY SNAPPY.

THANK YOU, ONE AND ALL.

READ, REVIEW, ENJOY!

YOURS TRULY,

~SMITHY