Drift's P.O.V.
We spend one last night with the twins and Lily, watching a movie. The two femmes fell asleep by the end of the movie. I know the twins are worried about the challenge of having Jamie somewhere else. The concern is it will not be easy for the others to come to the house, even with the groundbridge, but this could be good for Jamie's mental health. We're thinking for now the plan is to come back for the weekend. I hate how much planning we do that's still full of uncertainty. I don't even want to talk about a possible Halloween party that'll be at the end of the month.
Crosshairs and I have gotten in the routine of sitting on my bed, I'm holding Jamie as Crosshairs is side hugging me. It would probably creep Jamie out seeing her guardians looking at her. We do feel like we've made it another day with her, and we know that's not good.
Which is why I'm a little more concerned with Crosshairs hugging me after I put Jamie in bed. I hate there's nothing I can say. Even if this was the other way around, Crosshairs wouldn't know what to say. It's eleven at night, no one should be around. While embarrassing if we're seen, it's the least of our problems.
What I didn't expect is for Vivian to be walking down the hall at eleven at night. Is it a concern that she knows words won't help? All she does is hug Crosshairs. By now, he can't avoid crying.
It's a rough fifteen minutes before Crosshairs is calm and goes into our room.
"I don't know what to say," Vivian sighs, "I know everything is uncertain, "I know anything meant to be assuring sounds like a broken record."
"It's terrifying how bad Jamie's mental health is. I hate not knowing if her mental health will improve, but I don't think I can deal with watching her like this for months."
Vivian hugs me, looking concerned, before walking down the hall.
Crosshairs lays in bed, looking at Jamie. I worry neither of us will be sleeping tonight.
I lay in bed, with Jamie close to me and facing Crosshairs. I don't know how long I stared at him while he stared at Jamie before falling asleep.
Crosshairs' P.O.V.
I don't know when I fell asleep, but I'm up at ten. If I didn't know Drift would always have Jamie close to him, I'd think he's terrified that she'll try to sneak out. Though I shouldn't rule that out with how her mental health has been.
I hate not knowing if she'll get better. No longer dealing with depression as a condition would be better. Even if she didn't have depression listed on her chart, I think she'd still be depressed considering the scrap she's dealing with. I still can't believe it. Twelve years with Jamie, dealing with her depression, but it's never been like this.
Drift and Jamie are up when I get out of the shower. Drift has Jamie watching T.V. while he's packing.
"You'd think by now we'd have clothes and stuff in her dimension," I joke.
"I'd rather pack every time than deal with her family while trying to do laundry," Drift says, "more because I don't think they realize we stay with Jamie."
"Probably would be worth it to get a washer and dryer at her base."
"Maybe, but that's the least of our problems."
I can hear it in his voice, how Drift is not liking the reason we're going to Texas. We'd rather this be a trip with friends. It's half visiting Cade and Vivian, and half trying to help Jamie's mental state.
We go to the cafeteria. I can't believe I'm worried about Jamie getting anxious seeing bots and soldiers there, but few would be around at eleven.
"I know we're all adults, but everyone had fun last year," we hear Lennox talking to Optimus and Prowl.
We weren't at the base last October but heard a Halloween party happened. Not sure if this was a thing before N.E.S.T. was terminated.
"Well, most of us are adults," Prowl comments, talking about Sideswipe.
I know they want to ask if we'll be going to the party even if it's twenty-eight days away. I hope they know by now we can't plan like that with Jamie's current mental state.
Sideswipe's P.O.V.
I was hoping Jamie would come down to the cafeteria with her guardians. Sunstreaker argues I shouldn't talk about a Halloween party with Jamie, but it's something to get her talking. Crosshairs and Drift go into the kitchen.
"I heard Lennox is hoping to have a Halloween party," I tell her, "I'm going to try to be allowed to help decorate. Any ideas?"
"A giant spider," Jamie says, "I don't know if it's plastic or not."
"Oh, I know what she's talking about," Bumblebee jumps in, "a decoration her family had over ten years ago. It was ruined and thrown out. I don't know if that's even made anymore, but we can figure something out."
Bumblebee sits with us, and we continue talking about decorations. Hopefully, we'll be allowed to decorate the hangar where the party will be at. I'd love to decorate the base, but I wasn't allowed to last year. This is all new. We never did this before Century Wind. Can't say it's because f the terror triplets since Annabelle was born a few months before Optimus and his team arrived on Earth.
"I wonder why the sudden throwing parties?" Bumblebee asks, "we know it's allowed. So why fourteen years later at this base? Or three years after the relaunch?"
We don't know if we'll have three little kids at the party, so we start with kid-friendly ideas. We have a few ideas before Crosshairs and Drift come with breakfast.
"We have some good ideas," I tell them.
Bumblebee, and I leave.
Sideswipe: we got her talking a little.
I send this text to both of them. Wish I could see how happy they will be reading the text.
So, how much trouble are you in? Sunstreaker asks through the bond.
Why would I be happy if I'm in trouble? Bumblebee and I got Jamie talking, but her guardians weren't around.
I hope this means she's doing better.
I hope this week away from everyone will help her. I'm not sure if that will, but we're out of ideas.