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"There won't be any shooting if you come nice and quiet, muchacha," Miguel came around to her left side. He took her arm as though he was taking her out on a date. If there were no weapons involved, she would've easily kneed his crotch and ran for it. But there was too much risk to her baby.

Mikaela felt freezing cold metal press against her throat. Omar held it there while Miguel turned her towards a dirty white Toyota sitting in the exit driveway. "C'mon, let's walk to the truck. Nice and slow now."

"Okay, okay," she took a step and her stomach fluttered.

A passing freight train roared by. In its flashing lights she saw the shadow of a Peterbilt rapidly changing shape. The cacophony drowned out the sounds made by the transformation and vibrations from the tracks masked Optimus' footsteps completely.

The Amtrak faded into the distance. Dead silence hung in the balmy black air.

"You really don't want to do that," Optimus growled. If voices were temperatures, his tone went beyond absolute zero.

Omar glanced over his shoulder. He gawked, the gun in his hand still pointed at Mikaela's throat. Miguel followed his friend's gaze and his jaw nearly touched his collarbones.

"What the fuck is that?" Omar shrieked.

Optimus knelt to regard the men more on their level. His face was colder than Mikaela had ever seen...the icy look he'd given to Simmons absolutely paled in comparison. She could hear the plating on his cheeks starting to vibrate as he ground lip plates against each other.

"I'm the driver of the truck," he said.

Miguel promptly took his hands off Mikaela. He stepped slowly to the side, his dark eyes like saucers set deep in his tanned face. "Hey...heh, heh...she's your woman. Sorry, man. I--we didn't kn--"

"Shut up, Miguel!" Omar hissed. He bared his teeth when Optimus' narrowed optics focused on him. "L-look, um...big robot guy...we weren't gonna hurt h--"

"No, I suppose you were just taking her for a drive. Then I imagine you planned to slip a little something into a beer and force her to consume it, and then have your fun once she was too incoherent to fight back or identify you. I can see why you'd choose this place--a woman working alone in the middle of the night. No one would notice, right?" Optimus lowered further, pushing his face towards the two men, "Right?"

"Okay! Okay! Yes!" Omar squeaked out. "We didn't know she was taken or--"

"Be quiet!" Optimus snapped. "And please drop the gun. It can't hurt me."

"I--"

"Drop it."

Mikaela felt the gun move off her neck and heard it clang on the asphalt somewhere on her left.

"Now, don't move." Optimus proceeded to grasp the men by their heads, gently lifted their obediently limp forms off the ground and plopped them down atop the flat liquor store roof without so much as pulling a single hair off their scalps.

"Hey!" Omar yelled, waving his arms, "You aren't gonna leave us up here, are you?"

"Actually, yes." He planted his fists on his hips and Mikaela saw him sneer. "The police will be more than happy to assist you. I'm sure they'll be very interested in your story."

"Pendejo." Miguel muttered.

"Cállate la boca!" Optimus barked at them. Then, in a softer, more polite tone, he added, "Por favor."

Omar and Miguel blanched. They did not make another sound. Optimus glared holes in their heads for another minute before turning towards Mikaela. The anguish on his face melted to the familiar gentleness of the Optimus she knew.

"Are you all right?"

"I think so." Mikaela tried to stop shaking. What could have happened ran through her mind in endless loops that sent chills down her spine. For once the nausea she felt was fear and not hormones. "I almost got shot. I-I almost got shot!"

"Shh..." Optimus' thumb stroked her back. His voice was soothing. "They can't hurt you now."

But she wouldn't feel safe in the open. Not with those two men still able to see her. "G-get me out of here...please..."

"Sure."

He folded himself back into a Peterbilt and swung his passenger door open. She climbed into the safety of his cab. The slam of his door came simultaneously with his engine starting up. They pulled out onto the road. Behind them, the sound of sirens split the otherwise peaceful night air.

"Thanks," she whispered.

Optimus' hologram materialized in the driver's seat. He looked as unsettled as she felt. "Do you still want to work there?"

"What?"

"It's dangerous, Mikaela." Optimus grasped the top of the steering wheel in his left hand and pushed his lower jaw slightly forward. He tapped his bottom lip plate against the top one. If he had teeth, he would probably be grinding them right now. Despite his anger, he remained within the legal speed limit.

"What did you expect? I was working the graveyard shift."

"Yes, and I guessed their motives correctly. What if I hadn't been there tonight?"

"I need the money!" Mikaela faced him. "It took months to find this job! I can't just--"

"Is it worth people threatening your life?"

He hadn't snapped, yet the words sent new ice water pulsing down her spine. She watched him adjust the gearshift as they went over a hill.

"Optimus..."

"I'll help you find something better. In good conscience I just can't stand by and let you risk your life night after night for six dollars an hour."

Mikaela's frozen terror morphed to burning anger melting her innards. She threw her hands up and fell back in her seat, "Great! Two assholes come in and I have to quit my job? What the hell is that, Optimus?"

Optimus pulled over on the road and faced her. Fear was written all over his features--wide eyes, relaxed mouth and a subtle tremor racing through his chassis. That expression did not belong anywhere on Optimus Prime.

"I just want you safe," he said simply. "The time we have is already so short. Forgive me for sounding selfish, but I want you to remain alive as long as possible."

His quiet words were waves of inevitability crossing the distance between them. He was trying to make every moment he had with her matter. Compared to him, her life span matched a hamster or rat and she was just as small and fragile.

The reality of their differences shone down like the harsh, imperfection-revealing fluorescent lights in a restaurant restroom.

Mikaela reached out and cupped Optimus' cheek to wipe away an imagined smudge. "I'm keeping this job until I find work during the day. Then I'll quit. Deal?"

The plating under her palm shifted. He simulated a sigh. "I wish you wouldn't."

"I need the money, Optimus. Remember that story I told you about the pizza crusts and the garden hose? I'm back there again. Kids are expensive. Clothes, diapers, toys, pediatricians...the insurance alone costs money. I need a job to get insurance coverage now or I'll never get ahead. I'm pregnant and I only have a high school diploma, and the economy is shit here. That makes finding work a million times harder. I take what I can get."

"Your economy is flawed."

"I know. And it isn't changing until Congress stops sitting on its butt." Mikaela buckled her seat belt. "That's why I've gotta keep this job until I find another one."

Optimus didn't look at all pleased. But, with very obvious reluctance, he relented.

"Very well. But I'm going to scan every person who walks through that door, and if I see a weapon without any kind of law enforcement badge, I will materialize my hologram and ask them to leave. Hopefully--"

He stopped mid-sentence, blinked and stared intently at her stomach.

"Optimus?" Mikaela glanced down where his seat belt was resting right below her navel. Her stomach was beginning to grow a little--though at the moment it looked more like a pot belly than a pregnancy.

"That...did not feel like peristalsis."

"What?"

"I just felt a flutter in your lower abdomen."

Sitting back, Mikaela held her breath and concentrated. She felt a tiny tapping, like bubbles popping under her belly button.

"Oh..." She grabbed Optimus' hand and laid his palm just below her navel. Any anguish she felt before melted in the first tactile sign that she carried life inside her body. "That's the baby."

Optimus' expression softened. He shifted his fingers lower and a look of wonder crossed his face. Mikaela had no doubt his incredible sense of touch felt the kicks better than she could. It seemed to hit him that yes, there really was a baby growing inside her.

Their gazes locked and time skipped a few beats. Mikaela saw nothing but love in his glistening blue optics. Love for her and love for the tiny human being he hadn't even met yet.

"Beautiful," he whispered.

"Yeah..."

"Do you think she's aware of us?"

Mikaela laid her soft human hands over the large metal one so gently cupping her faint baby bump. "Maybe."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"I see." Leaning over, Optimus spoke straight down at her abdomen, "Hello, little one. This is your--" he glanced up, smiled and went on, "--dad."

Mikaela thought her heart would burst from her chest and do a happy dance on the dashboard. A similar flutter tickled the inside of her lower abdomen.

"Wow, what a kick! Or was that a punch?" Optimus' face once again filled with wonder. He chuckled and Mikaela realized his thumb was gently petting her stomach. "I'm looking forward to your arrival, little one."

Mikaela smiled at the sweet gesture. She pulled his head up and touched her lips to his mouth. "I was a jerk earlier. I'm sorry."

"There is nothing to apologize for," Optimus said against her lips. His eyes twinkled and squinted in a smile. "Water under the dam."

She giggled. "Bridge."

He winked. "Whatever."

"You're such a dork."

"Culturally challenged might be the politically correct term."

"Fine. You're a culturally challenged dork."

"That's bet--hey!"

Optimus' cab rang with simultaneous laughter. Their amusement continued as he pulled back onto the road. The angry words they'd exchanged hung forgotten by the roadside. Optimus spent the entire drive to the warehouse with one hand resting on Mikaela's belly.

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"Viviane."

"Ooh, pretty...but kinda old, don't you think?"

"Nimue?"

"Nobody'd know how to pronounce it."

"How about...Gwenhwyfar."

Mikaela burst into giggles. "You're pulling names from The Mists of Avalon!"

Optimus shot an amused look and his huge face sparkled in the orange sunset. Mikaela sat on his shoulder, one arm draped around his exhaust pipe and her other hand resting on the keyboard of her laptop. They were enjoying the view from the hill where they first danced while simultaneously perusing the web for that perfect baby name.

"Well, since you figured me out, I might as well toss out one more. Morgaine."

Mikaela whacked the side of his head with her palm and smiled. Then she sighed, letting her shoulders sag. Naming a baby wasn't like naming a pet. An animal could live with a goofy name. But a person? A person who would have it written on papers, on name tags and, if they became famous, in lights?

"Argh..." Mikaela lightly bumped her head against Optimus' audio cover. It whirred and spun. She made a face. "Is this as much a pain in the butt for you guys?"

"Not really."

"Which reminds me...how come you and Megatron have these really unique name while the other guys go by everyday words?"

He chuckled softly, a gentle sound. "Megatron and I have names that can be pronounced phonetically in your language as well as ours. The others are using close approximations."

"Ohhh, okay. Well, your name is actually Latin on this planet. I guess it's a good thing you didn't go translating that even more."

"True. I doubt introducing myself as Best First would allow anyone to take me seriously."

Of course he'd know Latin, too. She sighed and followed his gaze to the darkening sunset. The orange had faded to deep red with touches of melon-pink hugging the horizon.

"How do you deal with names? Are they given or do you just know when you wake up?"

"Names are rather loose where I come from." Optimus shifted his weight so smoothly that Mikaela wasn't at all disturbed by the slight swaying motion. His eyelids clicked and his audio covers spun counterclockwise. They always did that when his mind was wandering. "Megatron's name is actually two words combined into one. Mega is 'brilliant' and tron means 'optics.'" He glanced at her and smiled, his expression soft, "Now you know why I nicknamed him Bright Eyes."

"That's kinda cute."

Optimus made an amused sound. "It's what I blurted out when I first saw him. The name stuck."

Mikaela closed her laptop and slipped it into its carrying case, which she'd secured to the same air filter she was holding onto. "What about yours?"

"Mine means 'beloved' on Cybertron. Megatron...would only refer to me with that word." His joints hissed in a simulated sigh. The pain of remembering softened his voice when he said, "When the war for the Cube began, he started referring to me as Prime. I was no longer his beloved."

Mikaela felt guilt lay a hand on her brow. Why did she always accidentally dig into Optimus' raw wounds? She scooted over to sit so her legs dangled between his chest plates and leaned apologetically against the side of his face. Warm air wafted through the spaces in his cool facial plating.

"She kicked," he said.

"Feels like popcorn."

His cheek shifted into a smile. "It feels beautiful."

"Yeah." Mikaela blinked. "You've used that word a few times when you talk about her."

"Would you prefer another term?"

"Huh? No! No, I like it." She ran a hand through her loose hair and leaned back to gaze into the large optic less than a foot from her face.

"Perhaps it is her way of telling us her name. Beautiful."

Cute idea, but Mikaela still arched a brow, "That's not something you want to name a kid, Optimus. No offense."

"That is how names are given on my world. A feature, personality...whatever word comes naturally when referring to that person becomes their name."

"It's not so easy here. People...they're bullies. Other kids might make fun of her name." Mikaela sighed, "My mom used to call me Mickey when I was little. Then I started school and the other kids made fun of it. They'd yell 'Mickey Mouse!' So I told everyone to call me Mikaela. No nicknames to make fun of there." She swung her feet, her heels plunking gently on his armor, "I won't even go into how cruel and abusive other kids can be in high school. Anyway, now do you see why I'm so picky about naming her?"

He was frowning, his expression both sympathetic and perhaps a little upset. Maybe having every one of his name suggestions tossed out left him frustrated. Mikaela gave him an A for effort, though, as some of the names he suggested were very pretty.

She said, "I want her to have a name that means something to both of us."

"The available choices are too limiting. Beautiful is the term I associate with her."

Mikaela blinked and leaned forward, "Is there a word for 'beautiful' in your language?"

He brightened. "Yes, yes, there is. I'll show you."

Kneeling, Optimus used his fingers to draw a symbol in the dirt. It was a squiggle resembling a backwards number three--except it had two horizontal lines slashed through its center and a small circle above and below it. The circles were drawn exactly the way he dotted his letter i's.

It was a gorgeous marking. Mikaela tilted her head, her eyes following the two lines into the grass.

"Beautiful, as written in my language."

"How do you pronounce it?"

Optimus straightened and his gentle smile melted her heart, "Elita."

"Elita." Mikaela tested the sound of it on her tongue. It was feminine and unique.

The name search was done. In her heart, she just knew.

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah. Now the whole family has Cybertronian names." Mikaela grinned and slapped herself on the knee, "Optimus, you're a genius!"

Optimus laughed and looked at her stomach. "Did you hear that? You have a name, Elita. Our little Elita."

Then he tipped his head slightly and brushed his mouth against Mikaela's brow. His ability to perform such small, delicate movements amazed her.

"How did your interview at K-mart go?"

"Oh," Mikaela surfaced above her giddiness enough to formulate a proper reply, "Um...the guy that interviewed me didn't look at me funny when I mentioned I was pregnant. He was really nice." She chewed on her thumbnail, "He even asked when I'm due. Nobody else ever did that."

Optimus nodded slightly, so as not to send her tumbling off her shoulder. "Does he have a name?"

"Donald Winter, but right away he told me to just call him Donny."

"Donald Winter." Optimus repeated. "Interesting."

"I like him. Oh, and did I mention I got the job and I start working in the automotive department on Monday?"

This time Optimus smiled with his whole face. "That's wonderful! What time are you required to arrive?"

"Ten in the morning and I get off at five, but I have breaks in the middle so I'll get to eat lunch and relax." She patted his cheek, "Things are going to work out just fine."
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