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Chapter List
- 1-Lines
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- 5-5
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- 8-8
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- 11-11
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- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16 (FINALE)
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Monday morning found Mikaela more nervous than she anticipated. It wasn't the new job. Optimus had asked if he could meet her new boss.

"I've been working on my human hologram. I now have one that looks less likely to be mistaken for your father--" his voice filtered and gurgled when she dipped her head under the spray. If she turned around she'd be able to make out the blurry colors of his metallic body leaning on the wall, "--all I needed to do was reverse my previous hologram's age by ten years."

Mikaela let the hot shower spray rinse the shampoo out of her hair. "What if your hologram flickers? Or we go out of range?"

"The automotive department of K-mart is right next to the auto repair shop. I have a large space through which I can project. And I'd like to report that my hologram now has a range of one hundred yards. Barring another truck my size or larger parking between myself and the store, there won't be an issue."

Did he realize how badly she wanted to strangle him right now? She finished rinsing her hair rather than snapping at him.

"I don't want what happened to Bumblebee happening to you. They...they tortured him in there. The government is trying so hard to keep people quiet about you guys."

Much to her annoyance, he chuckled. "This never seems to be an issue in movies. Though, I must grant that the plotlines do often involve invasions and that is exactly what the Decepticons tried to do."

Optimus turned out to be a real fan of movies like Independence Day and War of the Worlds. He could watch those all day. Once, she sat him down to watch Men in Black and was blessed with two hours of his quiet laughter.

"Exactly!" Mikaela straightened and flipped her hair, letting it slap into her back. "Real life and movies don't work the same. Wish they did. Then I could go into labor with one scream of pain and deliver a six month old baby in the span of fifteen minutes."

"While screaming for drugs."

"Ew." She agreed with his derisive tone. Turning the water off, she reached back to squeeze the excess from her hair. "But do you see my point? People would completely and totally freak. Maybe someday you can reveal yourselves to small groups at a time. But the whole world knowing all at once would be panic. Religious fanatics, economic disasters...you name it."

"And I know my hologram won't fail on me."

Optimus proved he could be just as stubborn as she was. She knew he wasn't budging on this because he wanted to make sure her boss wasn't going to leave her working under the dangerous conditions of her previous job.

"Geez, Optimus, just--" Mikaela yanked the curtain out of the way and froze at the sight of a very human figure standing in the bathroom.

Because even in a human body, Optimus still looked like himself--as much like himself as he could using the form of a human in his late twenties. He was still the same basic height and shape, albeit without the air filters, ear finials and the extra armor that jutted up off his body. The clothes he wore had "trucker" written all over them. A blue flannel shirt with flames licking over the sleeves and hem, old jeans and--Mikaela almost burst out laughing--black leather cowboy boots. His eyes were deep set and the same brilliant blue as his Cybertronian optics. Glasses with rectangular silver-gray frames echoed, at certain angles, what used to be his metallic eyelids. Rumpled mahogany colored hair fell in his eyes and around the nape of his neck, crisp and mysterious against his slightly pale skin. He'd offset his broad face with well-groomed, close-cut mutton chops that framed his jaw. Hints of a mustache emphasized his upper lip and a soul patch marked his chin, shaping his lips into a perpetual pout of deep thought. He had slightly large ears and a big, pointed nose. His mouth twitched in a smile that created lines around his eyes. He had a crooked front tooth.

All together, his features didn't quite match, but they were just so endearing.

It wasn't until a draft came under the door that Mikaela realized she was very wet and about to freeze her butt off.

"Your towel," Optimus handed her the towel she'd left folded on the toilet seat. His voice still sounded exactly the same. Even his hands looked familiar--square-shaped with long fingers that did not taper. Still, Mikaela could not shake off the fact that Optimus as a human defied logic in her mind.

"Huh? Oh!" Mikaela snatched it and retreated behind the curtain again to collect herself. That figure outside the curtain moved and sounded like Optimus...but in some ways it struck her as so wrong. Then she told herself to get a grip and get used to it. He couldn't very well interact with humans using his normal hologram. Regardless of how friendly he was, people would freak.

"Is this hologram sufficient?" Optimus asked.

She wrapped the towel around her midsection and moved the curtain to face him.

It's still Optimus...

"Yeah." She grinned at him, touching his hair and cheek. It wasn't hard to notice he'd borrowed his skin texture from her. "You're pretty cute, Optimus."

Another smile graced his features. "Owen."

"Huh?"

"Around humans...call me Owen. Owen Prime." He crinkled his nose and squinted at her. She noticed he'd perfectly mimicked the act of breathing and felt air from his mouth when he spoke, "No one should think twice about my surname, right?"

"Right." Mikaela touched his chest. He even had something resembling a heartbeat, though it was way too fast. "Um, you might want to slow your pulse down."

"Ah." The throbbing slowed and lessened. "This form still has its disadvantages. I've only imitated the surface appearance of a human. I can't eat or drink, though I can generate holograms of food or drinks and appear to consume them. That might pose problems if people are watching."

"I can tell people you're diabetic and on a restricted diet."

Optimus arched a brow. "That works. And you had better speed up if you want to be at work on time."

"Uh...what time is it?"

"Oh-nine-ten."

Mikaela whipped her towel off and started squeezing the water from her hair. "Ah, shit! Okay, out! I need to get going!"

He held up a finger. "One moment. There's something I wish to try first."

"Eh?"

His face came forward and she felt the soft warmth of his lips pressing against her own. It was tender, gentle and reverent, a silken slide that set her heart racing behind her ribs. He did not use his tongue.

Then he drew back and Mikaela felt her racing heart crash into her stomach. Even his kiss, as beautiful as it was, felt wrong. His mouth was supposed to be smooth, warm metal, not skin.

"Interesting..." whispered Optimus. "I matched the sensory input of my hologram to that of human skin...so I will react properly to external stimuli."

"Yeah?"

"I feel as if there is something between myself and the world. I can't measure the air temperature or feel the vibration of life in your veins." He smiled at her and reverted his hologram to the more familiar, metal form, "As I've said before, human holograms feel so false to me."

"M-me, too," Mikaela choked out, "No offense or anything, it just doesn't feel or look like you. I mean it does, but--"

His fingertip came to rest on her lips, silencing her. "I understand..." And the sad note in his voice told her why. He had to watch Megatron go from a beautiful, silver creature into the jagged, spiked horror she saw. Continuing on, he said, "I will only utilize the human hologram in public. Therefore...oh! Now it's oh-nine-twenty! I need to get out of your way before I make you late."

Mikaela almost nosedived into his chest. "Good idea. We can discuss this some other time. Now where's my de--"

Optimus held her deodorant out to her, "This?"

"Thanks!"

He chuckled and disappeared so she could get ready in peace. Then it was a mad dash to get out the door and onto the road. They barely made it to K-mart on time. Mikaela literally had two minutes to spare before her first shift. She grasped anxiously at the door handle so she could open it and jump out as soon as Optimus rolled to a stop. He seemed to take forever turning into the parking lot and lining himself up just so beside the building.

Between the bathroom and that particular moment, Mikaela had grown accustomed to Optimus' human hologram. She just reminded herself over and over that he could pull up his real body whenever he wanted to.

Mikaela hopped out before Optimus shut his engine off. She met him by his back tires, giving him a moment to scan their surroundings. "Is this Donny among the people present?"

"Um..."

"Helloooo! Over here, gardening!" Donny's voice called over the chatter of the auto repair building.

"Ah, there he is." Mikaela grabbed Optimus' hand and practically hauled him over to the fenced-in garden department. It smelled like damp soil and chemicals, and the wet ground made the air feel muggy.

Donny was of average height, handsome and slightly pale with dark hair framing his face, mysterious hazel eyes and an infectious smile. His skin tone seemed to change depending on what he wore. At their interview, he'd been wearing a white shirt that made him look darker. Today, he wore a dark green polo shirt trimmed in orange and it made him appear paler. He had a cellular phone and a walkie talkie clipped to his belt.

"Hey, Mikaela!" Donny set the watering pail down and wiped his hands on a cloth. He wore what looked like an amethyst pendant around his neck. His gaze drifted to Optimus and his eyebrows went up, "Oh, who's this?"

"My boyfriend. Owen. He wanted to meet you."

"Owen Prime," Optimus stuck his hand out like a true professional, "Nice to meet you, Donald."

"Thanks. Same to you," Donny clasped Optimus' hand and waved with the other, "You can call me Donny. Everybody does."

"All right then, Donny."

Mikaela noticed Donny's cheeks turning bright red. Heh, cute.

"So...trucker...sounds like fun."

"Mm, it has its moments." Optimus rumbled, his expression pleasant. He let go of Donny's hand and slid his arm around Mikaela's waist. "I suppose I should head on out. I've already made Mikaela late for work."

"Ah, that's okay," Donny stuck his hands in his pockets and leaned back, "Hope to see more of you, Owen."

Optimus flashed that typical 'Optimus' smile of his that could mean many things. "I'm sure you will. Mikaela..." He kissed the top of her head, "I'll see you later."

Mikaela stood next to Donny while Optimus pulled his driver's side door shut and rolled away. Only after he'd turned out of the driveway did Donny face her, look straight into her eyes and grin.

"Mikaela, where did you find that guy? His voice is hot."

She laughed and adjusted her ponytail. "He's from...a long way away."

"Hmm...well...honey, I'm jealous." He scrunched his nose, chuckled and picked up the watering pale he'd set down earlier. "Oh, here I am talking your ear off when I should be showing you your station. C'mon, it's right around the corner."

Donny didn't seem the least bit ashamed of his orientation and Mikaela already liked him for that. Optimus must have sensed it, too, because he stayed completely relaxed throughout their short meeting.

She let Donny show her to the cash register and pointed out a little notebook of bar codes in case the scanners misbehaved. She was also very glad when he revealed a panic button hidden under the counter in the event of a robbery.

"And I'll see about getting you a stool so you don't have to stand there all day when that tummy of yours starts to really pop out. So...I think you're set. Oh!" Donny paused a moment and scrawled a phone number on a post-it note and stuck it next to the cash register. "That's my cell number. If you need anything, you can call me."

"Thanks," Mikaela smiled, "Um...when does my insurance start to kick in?"

"Usually it takes a month, but..." He glanced at her stomach, "I think I'll sneak in and move it up a few weeks for you. Just don't tell."

She made a zipping motion over her mouth. "No problem."

"Great! Okay, sweetie, I need to run. I'll see you in a few hours." Donny said, already backing away. He looked over his shoulder and hurried down one of the aisles. "Damien, that doesn't go there! Floor mats are..." and the rest of what he said faded into the distance.

It didn't take Mikaela long to figure out the cash register. Donny showed her the basics after her successful interview, so it was just a matter of re-familiarizing herself with which button did what. Pretty soon she began making smooth transactions with customers and none of them knew she'd only started that day.

Ratchet took her to work the next morning. Optimus had left in the middle of the night, but nobody could tell her why. He didn't answer when she called him, nor did he reply to her emails. Mikaela spent the hours after work sweeping the warehouse floor. She ate dinner alone, terrified that something horrible happened without her knowledge.

Optimus' air brakes hissed outside just as Mikaela finished washing her dishes. She ran outside and grabbed his grill, which vibrated and exhaled hot air across her body.

"Where did you go?"

"I had something to attend to." Optimus replied coolly. He shut down his engine and the parking lot around them quieted. "Unfortunately, I miscalculated the time it would take t--"

"Then why didn't you answer my calls? My emails?"

He materialized his hologram and regarded her, his face serious. "Because where I went is top secret right now, and I could not risk being picked up by satellite GPS. Decepticon chatter has increased in the past seventy-two hours. There are reports of a landing in Arizona, and that is worrying me."

"When were you going to tell me this?" Mikaela frowned at him. Finding out secrets when she believed they were open--it plucked something unpleasant in her chest.

Optimus' expression didn't change. "When it became clear that the warehouse is no longer a safe place."

There was way more going on than what he told her, but Mikaela knew he'd inform her if the issue affected her personally. She decided to let it go for now and climbed into Optimus' cab.

"Just leave me a note if you do this again, okay?"

"All right. And I do apologize for worrying you."

Days at work ran together. Mikaela saw Judy walking up to pay for a can of wax. When Judy recognized who was behind the counter, she mumbled something about forgetting to grab WD-40 and rushed off.

"Hello to you, too." Mikaela muttered. She opened up the cooler Optimus handed her that morning and found a wrapped beef sandwich next to a banana and an unopened water bottle. He'd even written her a note:

You crave beef the most on Tuesdays. Therefore, lunch is on me every Tuesday from now on.

Enjoy.

"Is Owen writing you love notes?"

Mikaela grinned and glanced over at Donny. "He made me lunch."

Donny's eyes drifted between her food and the note in her hands. He grinned, wiping off a spot on the counter where she could lay out her lunch. "That man is a keeper, Mikaela. Hang onto him."

"I plan to." She said, "It's hard finding somebody like him--usually they're gay or married."

"I know, seriously." Donny laughed heartily at that. "Men like Owen, geez. I swear he's from another planet or something."

Mikaela almost snorted lettuce out of her nose. "Oh, nuts, the secret's out."

"Like, seriously." Donny said in a fake valley girl voice. Then, in a more serious tone, he said, "Listen, I'm trying to work you in so you have some decent hours, but there might be a few weeks here and there where you won't be scheduled much. Thought I'd warn you now so it doesn't surprise you later."

That made her heart sink. She swallowed a mouthful of banana and opened her water bottle. "Thanks for the warning."

The rest of her day flew by after that. She kept Donny's warning to herself when Optimus arrived and picked her up.

.o

Getting into a routine took Mikaela no more than a month. Her insurance kicked in, she opened a bank account in her name and started putting aside money. She wanted to save up for a small apartment because, as much as she loved Optimus' company and the comfy mattress in his sleeper, a warehouse was no place to raise a baby.

Except the money wasn't adding up as fast as she'd hoped. The reason? Getting hours to work. Donny's warning turned out to be prophetic. The weeks when she picked up her schedule and saw only ten hours worth of work listed compounded her irritation.

"I'm sorry about it," Donny told her gently, giving her arm a sympathetic pat. "We're hiring a lot this year. Kids fresh out of school and all."

Mikaela sighed, gazing down at her belly. Her pregnancy was small, but obvious through her tight white wrap shirt. Just like in pregnancy photos of her mom, she would probably have a little bump for months and then suddenly blow up like a balloon in her third trimester. The baby's kicks were also getting more regular and noticeable, like having goldfish swim inside her, and she found that weird; every website she checked said most mothers felt fetal quickening much later than she was. Then again, her mom used to swear she felt her move around between the third and fourth months too.

"You forgot to carry a one," Optimus' voice startled her out of her thoughts. He'd materialized his hologram without a sound.

She jolted back to awareness and looked at the numbers she'd been adding up over and over. Missing a one, what a stupid mistake for simple addition! She sighed and fixed it. "At this rate, I'll never have enough to move into a studio apartment, let alone keep up with the rent every month. Even with insurance it's still sixty bucks to see a doctor. Seems like a little bit, but when you have food and my cell phone to pay for, it's a lot. Paying to stay in an apartment isn't just for the living space. It's gas, electricity, maybe even water and trash pick up. If I want to get a place already furnished, I have to shell out more for that. If I get an empty place, I have to shell out for the furniture. If I get a car to drive when you're not available, I have to pay for everything that comes with it, too. That all adds up into more than I can afford. I'm putting what I make and what Sam sends me aside into savings, but...argh. I hate money."

Optimus straightened with a slow blink of his optics. He walked off and climbed into the cab of his real body, returning a moment later.

"Mikaela," he hesitated, "I've been speaking to Simmons via email to verify whether I could offer this to you, and he said he'd take care of the issue. Now..." He lifted a finger to stop her from interrupting him. "I have thought deeply about this situation. I think it qualifies as an emergency." Opening his other hand, he revealed a black debit card with numbers and a name, Owen Prime, printed on it in gold. "I was incorrect earlier when I said I could not support you financially. This won't offer you medical insurance, so you will need to keep your job, but..." He held the debit card out to her, "This will help you pay for an apartment. It's going to be winter soon, and while I can keep you warm, I'm not so sure about the warehouse heating system."

The entire exchange left Mikaela too stunned to speak. She just sat there while Optimus placed the card in her hand. Part of her felt like a failure that she couldn't provide for her baby, but the other half was so grateful she wanted to burst. Once again Optimus proved himself a selfless, amazing person simply because he let her try on her own before stepping in with help.

"Are you sure?" she had to ask.

He winked at her "Yes."

And life seemed perfect from there...

...for about seventy-two hours.

Mikaela got her schedule for the next week and was pleased to discover hours for all five weekdays. Short hours, but short shifts were better than none at all.

Optimus dropped her off at K-mart on Monday. Before work, Mikaela yanked him into the shower with her, and taking that extra time forced her to rush. They ended up arriving in the K-mart parking lot five minutes before her scheduled shift. She used the time to freshen up and help Donny stock shelves, which was how she bumped into a piece of merchandise that didn't belong in the automotive department at all.

Mikaela leaned over to pick up the GPX portable stereo. It felt heavy in her hands, and the little screen that displayed the CD tracks and tuner was an eerie shade of reddish-orange. She turned it over in her hands to see if it had a price tag or barcode, but there was none.

"Maybe somebody set it down and forgot it," Donny suggested.

"Hope so." Mikaela said, because it couldn't possibly be what the warning bells in her mind said it was. She stashed it on the floor behind the counter, out of sight, and promptly forgot about it until lunchtime. A decision she'd regret later.

Donny popped into the automotive department with a slice of pizza on a paper plate. He plopped it down on the counter next to the cash register.

"Lunch is on me," he said with a wink. "So how's the truck driver?"

Mikaela laughed and took a bite, enjoying the sting of the pepperoni topping. "He's good. Oh! That reminds me. Nobody claimed that little stereo. It's right over--" and she froze when she noticed it was missing. She hadn't been away from the counter since she started, so nobody could've reached back and grabbed it without her knowing. The only way it would have moved is if it grew its own legs and walked off.

Not only that...her purse was open. She checked it and found all her personal items intact, but her phone was on when she knew she'd shut it off. The truth made her blood run cold. Photos of Optimus at Graceland and Roswell were still on her phone.

"--well that's weird," she covered her concern by pretending to rustle around, "Maybe I moved it and forgot where I put it. Don't you hate it when that happens?"

"Somebody might have claimed it when you weren't looking." Donny frowned, shrugged and went back to his own pizza slice. She noticed he hadn't shaved, so his chin had a little fuzz. "Anyway, I thought I'd let you know that we're going to have a Christmas party around December fifteenth..."

His voice muffled and sounded miles away. Mikaela's skin tingled suddenly as she swallowed the last bite of pizza. Her vision fluctuated like a digital image containing overly saturated colors. Then her ears started to ring with sounds of digital chirps and whines. She squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose between thumb and forefinger. Pictures flitted across the backs of her eyelids--a shape like the Fallen holding something that glowed faintly blue, but she couldn't make it out.

Donny's voice came back into focus. "...and the guys are coming, so I wondered if--hey, Mikaela? Sweetie? Are you okay?"

Her sight didn't clear. She shook her head and rubbed her temples. The visions scared her. "I-it's...I'm getting a migraine. I'll be okay working through it. I'm a little afraid to take anything because of the baby though."

"Right. You sit down for a minute and I'll get you a bottled water. It might help calm you down."

"My break's almost over."

"Don't worry about it."

Donny got her water anyway. She thanked him for it and drank heartily, wondering if staying on her shift was a smart idea when she felt so woozy. It was like being drunk, or thrusting her head into a fishbowl.

Paying customers lined up before Mikaela could change her mind. She had to sign off on a few items. Everybody looked at her funny as they left. Was her discomfort that obvious?

When the customers had all been attended, she dug a piece of paper out of her purse and scribbled down the date, time and symptoms she was experiencing.

The tingling, photophobia and ringing in her ears stopped the second she finished writing. She left the notepad by the register while she counted up her total for the next shift.

Donny reappeared just then, smiling a little sheepishly. "I feel so bad that I didn't send you home! You looked so pale earlier. Feeling better now?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah." Mikaela waved a hand and smiled back, "Told you it'd pass. I hate migraines, but mine don't last long. I handle 'em better if I distract myself anyway."

"Don't we all." Donny made a face, glancing at her notepad. "Oh, those are cute little drawings."

"Huh?" Mikaela's eyes also jerked down to the notepad where she swore she'd written her notes.

It was covered in Cybertronian glyphs.

She snatched the notepad and jammed it into her purse. "I was just scribbling. It's nothing." The sound of air brakes outside signaled Optimus' arrival. "Well, Owen's here. I should get going. He's um...taking me out to dinner. Bye!"

"Mik--" Donny didn't get a word in edgewise. Mikaela was out the door and climbing into Optimus' cab faster than she ever moved in her life.

"Something's up," Mikaela hissed through her teeth. Her heart squeezed in on itself and Elita squirmed like a bag of worms. "Get us to the warehouse fast."

Optimus exited the parking lot as fast as legally possible. Mikaela moved over into the driver's seat to at least give the appearance of somebody driving and tried to swallow with a dry throat. She held her breath to calm down and keep herself from hyperventilating.

"What happened?" Optimus asked once K-mart disappeared out of his rear view mirrors.

"I wrote something that looks like the symbols Sam was drawing. I didn't even know I did it. I thought I was writing down when I was feeling funny like I did a couple months ago. I don't even know what the hell I wrote!" Mikaela gripped the wheel harder, "And I think there's a Decepticon trying to spy on me. It was a little portable stereo that disappeared for no reason. I stashed it right next to my feet, and it disappeared. Nobody human could have possibly reached over and grabbed it without me knowing, but it still took off."

She heard Optimus' engine grunt, a sound of mild frustration. He turned onto the road leading to the warehouse where Ironhide's dark form was parked in the dead grass beside the driveway.

Optimus' hologram materialized as Mikaela stepped out onto the cool concrete floor. She pulled the crumpled piece of notepad paper out and held it up for him to see. It showed six symbols at the top and each symbol appeared to branch off into others like a flow-chart. The longest line pointed to Optimus and Elita. "Here. The only marks I really recognize are your name and Elita's. I think some of them are the names on your face, but I can't remember any of them now."

He took the paper, unfolded it and scanned the lines and squiggles she'd scribbled. His optics narrowed. He frowned, rubbing his left cheek with his index finger. "Yes..."

"Yes what?"

"They are the names engraved on my face. The Primes who gave their lives to protect the Matrix." He spoke softly, distracted and a little disturbed. "What you've done here is the equivalent to drawing up a family tree. But it's not possible..." He turned suddenly to the chartreuse hummer rolling inside. "Ratchet, call up your hologram. Mikaela, relax and we'll be with you in a minute."

Optimus grabbed Ratchet's arm when the medic's hologram appeared and pulled him over to the door. He handed him the notebook paper. They started talking to each other in Cybertronian--to Mikaela it sounded like the digital chirps and noises she heard at work--and Ratchet's face flashed the same disturbed look Optimus' did moments ago. She saw Ratchet point to Optimus' chest, and Optimus nodded his head.

God, Optimus, are you telling him about us? What if Ratchet thinks it's just as sick as Sam did?

Their holograms disappeared.

Optimus said, "Mikaela, stand aside. We're going to transform."

Mikaela hugged the wall by the bathroom door. The hummer and the Peterbilt broke open and reconfigured into the familiar shapes of Ratchet and Optimus.

Ratchet's left index finger transformed into a strange, rectangular tool with a clear glass box on top. Optimus spread his chest plates, and Mikaela watched the device in Ratchet's hand flicker bright green. Glowing, blue-white plasma-like material resembling pieces of Spark appeared in the square container, which he took off and set aside. Then they both faced her.

"Mikaela, I need a sample of DNA from you and your fetus." Ratchet said gently.

Mikaela covered her stomach with both hands. "Is that thing safe?"

"It's a micro-transwarper. I used it to tell you the gender of your fetus. I won't have to penetrate your skin at all. It zeroes in on microscopic amounts of material, allowing me to take samples from several areas without doing any damage. It's perfectly safe."

She looked up at Optimus. It wasn't that she didn't trust Ratchet...she just needed a little reassurance.

"It's all right." Optimus knelt and offered her his hand. "It doesn't hurt. This information is extremely important."

"I-I'm not in some kind of trouble, am I?"

"No." Ratchet lowered to one knee when she laid back on Optimus' palm. His large fingers were so deft that he lifted her shirt just enough to expose her slight bulge and brought the device close to her skin.

It didn't hurt at all, but it did get unpleasantly hot. Like sitting right beside a roaring campfire. She felt nervous sweat break out on her neck and in her armpits. Minute bits of red and pink fluid dripped upwards into the cube-shaped container. That seemed illogical until she peered closer and realized it was full of a clear, gel-like substance.

"Almost done." Ratchet twisted the cube off after a moment and set it down next to Optimus' sample. Then he added another and ran the device near her arm. The second he finished, Mikaela looked at her belly and arm. No blood, not even redness, but the hairs on her arm were a bit sparser than before.

"Now," the medic sat down in front of her, serious. "I know humans don't like to discuss sexual matters with anyone but mates and doctors, but this information is important. So please excuse me if I embarrass you."

Mikaela sat up, letting her feet dangle off the edge of Optimus' fingertips. "O-okay."

"I need to know exactly what date and time you mated with Sam."

She told him, giving an approximation of the time because she could only remember it was around sunset. Ratchet started to ask her questions about her relationship with Optimus, and it was really weird to discuss that while sitting in Optimus' hands.

"Hm...my readings indicate your hormone levels would have been ripe for ovulation three days after you mated with Sam. And you say you had intercourse on the twenty-ninth of that month?"

"Yeah," Mikaela nodded, trying not to squirm where she sat. "Optimus and I...um...got a little heavy three days after that. Why? What's this all about, Ratchet?"

Ratchet gathered up the samples he'd taken. "I'm not exactly sure." Then he produced a fourth box of fluid--probably material he got from Sam on the aircraft carrier. He must have if he'd been able to explain so much to Leo. "Optimus, how many times was she exposed to you during overload?"

"Seven," Optimus answered without hesitation. "Four times before the pregnancy--the fourth being just before her condition was discovered--and three times afterward."

Heat raced into Mikaela's cheeks and she ducked her head so her hair covered her face. She'd seen him overload eight times if she counted the Beautiful Agony video. Had they really been intimate that many times?

"Mm. Thank you." Ratchet's eyes narrowed slightly. He said nothing else, simply nodding his head and laying the samples out on a large shelf he used as his workstation.

Mikaela felt Optimus' hands shift until they were cradling her comfortably in a sitting position. He held her like a fragile baby bird, his gaze gentle when he offered her a reassuring look.

"What did Ratchet take from you? I thought your Sparks were a ball of electricity."

"Ah," Optimus sat down and held her closer to his chest. "Sparks are made of plasma wrapped in electrical energy."

"Then what did I stick my fingers into?"

"The plasma itself is--"

"Excuse me." Ratchet made a noise similar to clearing his throat. If he realized he was rude for interrupting, he didn't let it show or apologize. "Mikaela, did you and Optimus achieve a simultaneous overload at any time?"

"Three days after the air craft carrier." Mikaela tingled at the memory of having an orgasm while roaring downhill at breakneck speed. She couldn't look Ratchet in the eye, though, and hugged herself while waiting for this to be over.

"Then your nervous system was...hm." Ratchet looked at a holographic display that was all glyphs and flow charts Mikaela couldn't make sense of. "Sam's DNA was slightly altered by the All Spark fragment and his contact with the Matrix of Leadership. It will return to normal in about a year, however...you received an altered spermatozoa cell that formed during or after he made contact with both. Judging by the time you and Sam mated and the moment you and Optimus achieved a simultaneous overload, the genetic materials in Sam's spermatozoa cell were altered further by the energy discharge, and..."

Ratchet's gaze drew a deliberate line between Mikaela and Optimus.

"...the fetal DNA matches your code, Optimus."
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