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Rosalyn POV
Rosalyn sat beside Ratchet's Holoform, the two of them watching Rosalyn's children play. There was an ease between the two of them, one that just felt natural.
"Desirée's doing OK, right?" Rosalyn looked over at Ratchet, chewing her bottom lip anxiously.
Ratchet glanced over at her, looking at her with slight curiosity before giving a short nod. Ratchet had developed a great relationship with Rosalyn's children, the three kids viewing the Holoform as a fatherly figure. But the one thing that really developed was the Autobot's relationship with Rosalyn. Ratchet had always been - though it's not surprising - a bit oblivious when it came to the romantic advancements others made toward him. But, in what the others considered to be hilariously sad, it only took Ratchet about a month or so after the whole KSI and Cemetery Wind incident for Ratchet to figure out he had some feelings for the Hispanic human femme.
"That's good," Rosalyn sighed. A moment of silence hung in the air, the only noise filling the silence was Rosalyn's children enjoying themselves. "I wish you could've come back with me to Mexico," Rosalyn sighed.
Ratchet gave a slight scoff.
"You know why I can't do that," he murmured.
"I was visiting Emilia." Rosalyn glanced up at the Holoform.
"She betrayed us."
"She was scared."
O.O.O.O
"So you're living with them?" Emilia looked at her twin sister with a slight frown. The sisters shared a glance, they hadn't seen each other since Emilia called Cemetery Wind, since Rosalyn helped Desirée and her fugitive friends escape their home. The moment Emilia had found out that Rosalyn ran away with them, she'd been heartbroken. Even more so when she realized that Rosalyn's children had been taken with her. "Those...aliens up in America?"
Rosalyn looked at her sister with a slight frown.
"They've given me a nice home," she said softly. "They've accepted me."
"What about here?" Emilia said, trying to keep her composure. Her nieces and nephew were only in the other room, looking through their old bedrooms. "Was this not good enough for you?"
"Emilia, you know how grateful I am for everything you've done..."
"Then why did you runaway with them?!" Emilia shot up from where she stood, looking at her twin sister with teary eyes. "I called them to protect you and the kids!"
"They were going to hurt my friends." Rosalyn tried to keep a calm composure. It was taking every fiber of her being not to explode. She knew Emilia meant well, but the way she was handling everything wasn't right.
"They were fugitives," Emilia snapped. "They were harboring aliens!"
"That's behind us now." Rosalyn shot her sister a sharp look. "Desirée and her friends are no longer fugitives and her alien companions are no longer being hunted down. They're safe, they're alive, they're staying."
Emilia ran her fingers through her hair.
"I can't believe this," Emilia muttered.
"I can't believe you're still hung up over this."
"You're my sister!" A few stray tears rolled down Emilia's cheeks. "I was worried sick that they had done something to you! You just disappeared with the kids."
"I was offered protection."
"I was terrified for you, Rosalyn!" Emilia cried. "Not knowing what happened to you or the kids for so long was killing me!"
Rosalyn stood up, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. Emilia's behavior seemed almost erratic. Rosalyn went down to Mexico to visit her twin sister, maybe even work things out and ease any remaining tensions the sisters shared. Instead, Rosalyn was presented with Emilia's out-of-control behavior.
"Don't you ever assume that they'd hurt me," Rosalyn said in an almost eerily calm voice. "I understand your worries, but I am fine. They've taken care of me. Please, Emilia, don't make this a bigger issue than it has to be."
The sisters looked at each other, trying to see something in the other's gaze.
Quickly wiping her face, Emilia tried her best to calm herself down. Crossing her arms sheepishly over her chest, Emilia avoided Rosalyn's gaze.
"Let's just try and put this aside, OK?" Rosalyn said quietly.
Emilia nodded.
O.O.O.O
Ratchet looked down at Rosalyn with a look of disbelief. He found it hard to believe that Rosalyn's twin sister would attempt to turn them in because she was afraid.
"We were afraid, but we never attempted to attack your family," Ratchet justified.
"I know that." Rosalyn gave the Holoform a strained smile. "Emilia wasn't thinking right - she thought she was protecting the kids and myself. I don't hold any ill feelings toward her."
"That doesn't mean I won't feel the same way."
"Your feelings are justified." Rosalyn gently placed a hand on the Holoform's shoulder. "But I still wish you'd come to Mexico with me, just to tell my sister your side of the story."
"Desirée's condition was steadily starting to improve. I had already wasted too much time with Galvatron, I couldn't waste anymore."
The two of them shared a look. If there was one thing Rosalyn knew, it was how stubborn Ratchet could be sometimes.
Mya POV
Things between Mya and Ironhide were doing just fine. The two of them spent a good amount of time together - spending time with friends and the other Autobots, then spending their down-time (sometimes even little nightly excursions) together. In all honesty, Mya was not complaining. She absolutely loved the attention the weapon specialist was starting to show her. He wasn't very affectionate - well, he could be, in his own way - and he always put up the tough guy façade, but Mya knew him well enough to know how wonderful he could be.
O.O.O.O
Mya was curled up on the sofa, watching some television. Ironhide's Holoform was sitting beside her, an arm lazily draped over the back of the sofa.
"You've barely said a word all day," Mya said in a sing-song voice.
Ironhide simply grunted.
"What is it with you and grunts?" Mya laughed, glancing at Ironhide in the corner of her eye. "I swear, half of our conversations consists of you grunting."
"I don't have much to say."
A giggle erupted out of Mya's lips.
"Something funny, human?" Ironhide looked over at her and quirked an eyebrow. 'Human' had become his nickname for her; she was happy he'd felt comfortable enough around her to give her a nickname, as silly as it sounded.
"Nothing."
Ironhide removed his arm from the back of the sofa and gently nudged the human beside him. He had found himself feeling increasingly at ease around Mya. Not only that, but he found himself becoming increasingly aware of how his Spark reacted around her. It was almost like it was trying to claim her. Now, Ironhide would never openly admit something like that, but he'd just wait and see, just to get some kind of confirmation on what his Spark wanted to do.
"Something's making you laugh." Ironhide studied Mya carefully. The human femme's smile was almost contagious, he had to restrain himself from smiling.
"I just love hearing you talk; that's all."
Mya looked up at him with bright, sparkling eyes.
"You love hearing me talk?"
Mya nodded. "Mhm."
"What's so special about how I talk?"
"Just the way it sounds," she replied. Scooting over, Mya leaned her head against the Holoform's shoulder. "It's like this weird combination of a British accent and an American accent; and it's all deep and gruff and it makes you sound all intimidating." Tucking her feet under her, Mya felt a small, sheepish smile come across her features. "And I think it's comforting."
"Comforting?"
"Yeah. Especially at night, when we're together. It lets me know you're safe and with me."
Ironhide's Spark hummed when Mya said that. It was sending warmth through the Holoform and through Ironhide's true form. The corners of the weapon specialist's mouth twitched as he looked down at the human at his side.
He had a feeling he understood what his Spark was wanting.
Desirée POV
I looked at Saoirse and Eden, sitting at the foot of my bed, telling me stories of everything that happened to them before I got better. Their bright blue eyes gleamed with excitement and the smiles on their faces lit up their being. I couldn't help but smile as they told me stories of how Cade helped them with this, Tessa doing a thing with them, Shane sometimes taking them on adventures - it seemed like they were being well taken care of.
It was nice knowing that my girls had grown so used to feeling normal.
"Daddy said he was going to teach us some stuff," Saoirse said, bouncing a little on the bed. Her eyes sparkled excitedly. "What's he gonna teach us?"
"Yeah! What's he gonna teach us?!"
I giggled. "Try not to move the bed too much, OK?" They nodded and tried to sit still. "Your father's teaching you both some important things about where he came from."
"Where he came from?" Eden asked.
"Didn't he come from far, far away?" Saoirse asked.
"He did." I nodded. "He traveled very far to come here. Him and his friends."
"Why's he gonna teach it to us?" Saoirse exclaimed.
"Because your father comes from a line of very important people," I explained. "These important people are kind of like the leaders."
"That's what Daddy is, right?" Eden asked.
"That's exactly what he is," I said. "And since you're his girls, and with this little one on the way, that means you guys are important, too."
I could see their excitement getting ready to explode within them. I chuckled at that. I knew that Optimus was, in a sense, eager to teach the girls about their Cybertronian heritage and the responsibilities and importance of being a Prime's biological offspring. He even voiced how he couldn't wait to teach all three of his children how to be great Primes.
After that, Saoirse and Eden started exclaiming their excitement about how they were going to be learning about their father's background - his mysterious background. They could never understand as to why their father and his soldiers were always being attacked and hunted down, and their reactions as to why their father was so different - why they were so different - was something that made me anxious.
They're the daughters of a Prime, I thought. They're natural-born fighters.
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