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The drive with Ironhide proved amazingly boring. He wasn't nearly as talkative as Optimus, and he complained loudly every time she needed to stop for a bathroom break.

"Your waste management systems are so inefficient!"

"Yeah? Well, you try having a uterus pushing down on your bladder." Mikaela shot back, only halfway joking. She had the distinct impression that Ironhide was angry at her, yet she didn't feel comfortable asking him why. Maybe he hated driving around with people inside.

Back on the road again, following the broken white lines marking the lanes. Morning drifted into noon. Clouds marred the distant horizon.

"Optimus cares greatly about you." Ironhide said off-handedly after a long silence. "But this whole situation is...unnatural."

"As if I had any control of it." Mikaela sighed. Did Ironhide feel the same way about this as Sam did?

The whole mess was weird, but Mikaela found herself seeing past the mechanical features of the Autobots. She was about as conscious of them as one noticed the lack of eye contact in a blind person they were close to or the wheelchair and curled hands of a dear friend with severe cerebral palsy.

Ironhide merged into another lane and the freeway started taking a decidedly upward tilt. They were heading towards the mountains.

"Do you think it's disgusting?" Mikaela figured she'd ask. Three years ago, she would've said yes herself. It all changed when she saw Optimus break down and cry in her arms--that moment the ones after proved to her they were more than just sophisticated machines. They were sentient. They thought and felt like human beings. They just happened to be metal and come in varying shapes and sizes.

Ironhide revved his engine and followed Ratchet closely. "Optimus' personal life is none of my business."

"I thought you were closer friends than that."

"We are close friends. He just doesn't discuss his interfacing escapades with me." Ironhide retorted. "And for once, I'm rather glad he doesn't. I do not mean to insult you, Mikaela, but what you two are doing is unnatural."

Crossing her arms, Mikaela clamped her mouth shut against the string of curses trying to fly free off her vocal cords. What could be more natural than the way she and Optimus felt about each other? Didn't love go beyond the boundaries of gender and race? Mikaela hated feeling suddenly self conscious of her choice to stay with Optimus and be happy rather than returning to Sam and always longing. She hated that stark, cold reminder of how different they all were.

Even worse--she felt the familiar burning in her throat and stinging in her eyes. On top of it all, she had to cry. Damn hormones! She thought, biting her lips hard to control herself.

"What's Ratchet think of all this?" Mikaela ventured to ask.

"He hasn't said anything on the matter. Ask him yourself."

And that was the last thing either of them said on the subject for the rest of the trip.

Mikaela laid her head back against the head rest and watched the sky darken with clouds. Within an hour it went from crystal clear to bitter cold rain. Ironhide adjusted his speed so he wouldn't hydroplane and turned on the heater.

"Psst, Ironhide. Turn on your windshield wipers. It looks too suspicious if you don't."

Ironhide not only turned on the wipers, he also turned on his radio and blasted, of all things, country music. That nearly cracked Mikaela up because everybody except Bumblebee put on country music once in awhile. Hearing three radios tuned to the same station took getting used to. At this particular moment, James Taylor was on.

"...I've seen fire and I've seen rain.

I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end.

I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend.

But I always thought that I'd see you again..."

Then she noticed Ironhide's com was open--evidenced by a blinking light on the dash display.

He's broadcasting it to Ratchet, she realized, and it lightened her mood a little. Heh, that's cute...sending music back and forth.

Ratchet replied with music by Keith Anderson:

"But when I hear your name,

I feel rain fallin' right out of the blue sky.

An' it's the fifth of May, an' I'm right there starin' in your eyes.

An' nothin's changed, an' we're still same.

An' I get lost in the innocence of a first kiss,

An' I'm hangin' on to every word rollin' off of your lips:

An' that's all it takes, an' I'm in that place,

Every time I hear your name..."

How could she stay mad at Ironhide when he and Ratchet were acting a lot like she and Optimus did?

Mikaela opened her mouth to ask Ironhide how he met Ratchet, but they exited the freeway in a swish of tires over rain soaked asphalt. They started up a winding, risky road leading into a wooded area, and Mikaela realized Optimus did a lot of research before he picked this place. Any Decepticons arriving on wheels would have a heck of a time navigating the road, and the trees offered some cover that made spotting them from the sky difficult.

The air started to get stuffy. She cracked the window a little to take in the fresh smell of wet trees. Ironhide's tires crackled on piles of multicolored fall leaves. She wished there was better light so she could see the pretty autumn colors she knew surrounded them.

It stopped raining. Ironhide shut off his windshield wipers.

Mikaela asked, "How much further?"

"Three more miles."

"Geez, can Optimus fit on this road?"

"This road is a main thoroughfare for trucks such as his alternate mode." Ironhide said. "The cabin is off to the side, out of sight. We'll soon begin setting up a perimeter of Decepticon-seeking sensors."

"Lemme guess--normal cars won't trip them, but a Decepticon will?"

"Yeah." Ironhide huffed. "Now be quiet while I locate the coordinates of the cabin."

Cabin.

The word gave Mikaela images of a dinky building made out of timber with only a fireplace for warmth and nasty little rats and spiders hiding in the rafters.

Thusly, she was shocked when Ironhide took a last turn and pulled up beside a huge, beautiful two-story building like something out of a Bob Ross painting. The decks on both the first and second floors wound all the way around. She saw an outdoor hot tub on the bottom deck and a silver barbecue up on the upper level.

"Holy..." Mikaela ducked out of Ironhide's door to gawk open-mouthed at the giant luxury cabin surrounded by trees she could only make out as shadows in the dark. Somebody's headlights glinted off solar panels on the roof.

Optimus' hologram waited at the front door. Mikaela couldn't be more glad to see him after the events of the early morning. She jumped the front steps, throwing her arms around his neck and burying her face against his cheek plates.

"Oof. Well, hello to you, too." He caught her and rubbed a hand over her hair. "I'm all right. I hope the drive wasn't too rough."

"Nah."

"Good. Then watch while I show you this lock. It's a combination code rather than requiring a key." Optimus turned to the door and pressed 53009. "I configured it into an easy to remember number."

Mikaela chanted it over and over in her head. It's the first two digits of Optimus' calling frequency and the last digits of my old cell phone number. I'll remember it. "Got it."

"Cool." Optimus' inner dork flashed itself. He scooped Mikaela up bridal style, smiled and winked. "I do believe it is customary to carry the female over the threshold of a new dwelling..."

"Yeah," Mikaela never felt safer than she did then, "when people get married."

"We might as well be." Optimus winked again as he carried her into the warm interior and set her down a few feet from the door.

Huge didn't even begin to describe it. The space Mikaela stood in was large enough for a full-sized Optimus to stand up and lay down with his arms fully extended to either side. Wood paneling covered just about everything--but it was nice wood paneling with decent finish that smelled like the forest outside. The furniture appeared to be all rustic iron frames and red cushions. Curtains, rugs and pillow covers sported Native American designs. And the windows...they were gigantic! Mikaela had panoramic views of the woodland area.

She didn't notice Optimus went back outside to get her bags until she looked over her shoulder.

"The kitchen is already stocked." He said. His red and blue body looked so incredibly out of place against the wood paneling. Machine next to nature--it didn't fit--but it didn't fit in a humorous way, so again Mikaela couldn't complain. "The high definition television above the fireplace behind you has cable. I suggest you explore the upstairs area. One bedroom has a hot tub right near the bed--and I do recall you looking up using water to help you handle your labor pains. I think whoever lived here before you had a child of their own, because one bedroom is converted into a nursery. I wasn't aware of that until I arrived and walked the interior myself."

Was there anything Optimus didn't think of when he picked out this place? Mikaela noticed the staircase beside the front door. Its steepness surprised her. Optimus flipped the light switch by the door. The track lights--set on a curving silver rod with fixtures shaped like flowers--lit the stairway nicely. This theme would appear throughout the house. She took her time climbing to the next floor. An open door was right at the top--a dinky half-bath with a toilet and sink. The toilet had a fuzzy red lid, but thankfully a plain white seat. She found the nursery right next door, decorated in neutral colors with a bassinet, a crib and a closet full of toys. Two windows above the crib looked out over the trees. The antique-looking dresser had a lamp shaped like a dancing brown teddy bear wearing blue overalls and playing an accordion.

Mikaela backed out to check out the master bedroom at the very end of the upstairs hallway. It seemed huge and open, sporting the slanted underside of the roof with a ceiling fan attached to the central beam. Dark blue was the color choice for this room; the bedspread, lampshades and drapes were the same shade as her bedroom at home, and that made the trip ache a little less. The king-sized bed sat tucked into an alcove in one corner. It only took up a fourth of the space in the entire room. Mikaela spotted the triangular Jacuzzi in the opposite corner from the bed. She could imagine bracing herself on the edges of the tub while she labored, and mentally nodded to herself. She rubbed her shoe on the oval-shaped rug marking the middle of the room and ran her hands along the edge of the little loveseat situated between the bed and the hot tub. Above it, a large picture window looked out over the forest, but it was too dark to see much. Turning, she noted the fireplace opposite the foot of the bed and, three steps to the right of it, the small thirteen-inch TV-and-DVD set sitting between two fake palm plants on a plain oak dresser.

The master bath had a nice shower and granite countertops like the downstairs kitchen. Also, the blue theme from the bedroom carried over in the form of towels, curtains and rugs. A sliding door leading outside took up space between the shower and the toilet.

She walked out of the bedroom and spotted another doorway near an ornate grandfather clock right across from the master suite. It led onto an indoor loft so huge it housed a pool table, a ski-ball table and a pinball machine with a Voltron theme. A red sectional in the corner offered space to relax and look out over the forest.

Mikaela felt heat rushing up to her eyes. She padded back into the bedroom and pressed her first to her mouth. Her vision blurred when she leaned on the doorway, her pale blue eyes taking in the size of it all. How fitting that she'd spill tears when it started to rain again--she could hear it pattering on the roof. An odd staccato matching the tick-tock cadence of the grandfather clock right behind her.

"Mikaela?" Optimus' voice created a chord in the quiet. "What's the matter?"

She spun and faced him. "Nothing's the matter. That's just it. I-I've never been in such a nice place in my life. The house I lived in was the size of the living room alone. Maybe even smaller."

Optimus came up behind her, rested his hands on her growing belly and melted her with his voice, "Then don't you think it's time you enjoyed a little luxury?"

The heat in her throat grew. She bit her bottom lip and felt him move one hand up to her heart. Good thing he did; it might have escaped her chest otherwise.

"I want what is best for you and our daughter. This cabin was my trump card in the event of a situation like this. Megatron will do anything to get his hands on the knowledge of the Primes." He said, and if there was any doubt he'd done this to impress her, it vanished in the face of those words. She forgave his keeping the whole thing a secret. "I suppose this eliminates the problem of house hunting, doesn't it?"

"Mm..." Mikaela leaned back against Optimus' chest and reveled in the warmth of his metal body. His touch was the same as the cars and trucks and motorcycles she'd repaired in her lifetime. She felt more at home surrounded by metal. Maybe home was his arms. "Who's the white Kenworth truck?"

Optimus' eyelids clicked. She felt him smile against her ear. "Come on and meet him yourself. He's near the south balcony." Then his hologram playfully disappeared!

Mikaela laughed on the way to the back door in the bathroom. The eves of the cabin kept the rain off, but it was still chilly. She spotted the Kenworth right below her, parked so close its tires almost touched the downstairs deck.

Optimus appeared from the opposite side of the cabin. Rain pattered on his armor, making him sparkle. The balcony placed Mikaela exactly at eye level with him. They realized this at the same time, and smiled at each other.

Suddenly, the white Kenworth truck broke open and changed shape. Gears clicked and servos whirred until a robot very much like Optimus stood before her. There were only a few minor differences--like twin antennae instead of ear finials, stockier limbs and, in place of a face mask, a blue visor reminiscent of the Gargoyle sunglasses Arnold Schwarzenegger wore in the Terminator movies. The visor retracted to reveal friendly blue optics. He lacked the "soul patch" panel on his chin and his rectangular nose did not have any grooves in it. Glyphs decorated one of his eyelids, the sides of his nose and the rim of his helm. He probably had more that she couldn't see in the dark. She noticed his mouth was very thin, little more than pieces of overlapping silver trim shaped vaguely like human lips.

"It's nice to meet the one Optimus speaks so highly of," said the Autobot. His voice was as smooth as his manner and he had a slight southern drawl, probably a result of what he picked up off the internet. "You can call me Ultra Magnus. Optimus and I are good friends. Uh..." he blinked and looked a little sheepish, "...I'm sorry about the K-mart parking lot. Somebody interfered with my navigation systems."

"Don't worry about it, nobody got hurt. It's nice to meet you, Ultra Magnus." Mikaela looked between him and Optimus. The difference in their heights was so tiny--Ultra Magnus was only a few inches shorter. "Uh...are you two related?"

Optimus and Ultra Magnus both laughed quietly.

"We came from a similar mold, so when we scan a vehicle our parts distribute in a similar manner. Beyond that we aren't related at all." Ultra Magnus slapped Optimus' shoulder, "Besides, I'm not a Prime. I'm just a soldier who likes to follow orders."

"To the letter," Optimus chuckled, though even then he kept it restrained. "Which reminds me, is the perimeter set up?"

"Yes, sir." Ultra Magnus gave a quick salute. "A Decepticon can't twitch past it without us knowing." He glanced up at the sky, frowning. "This weather phenomenon will take a lot of getting used to."

"You guys won't be too cold out here, will you?" Mikaela interjected.

"Only extreme cold disables us." Optimus answered. "Winter conditions here won't cause us harm. And it will snow."

"Okay. Cool." Mikaela covered a yawn. "I should go eat something and get to bed. I'm beat."

"I should probably get some recharge," said Optimus. "We will rotate shifts to monitor the perimeter we've set up. Honk your air horn if you pick anything up."

"Right."

Ultra Magnus ducked and transformed back into an ordinary-looking Kenworth semi. He backed up until he was parked right alongside the road leading up to the cabin. Optimus made an 'okay' gesture with his fingers once the other Autobot got into position. Ironhide sat on the north edge of the property and Mikaela figured Ratchet guarded the east.

Optimus came right up to the balcony where Mikaela stood. No matter his size, his optics were always dynamic and gentle when they fixed upon her. "Have pleasant dreams, Mikaela."

Mikaela leaned over the wooden railing and touched her lips to the corner of his mouth. "G'night, Optimus. Thanks a lot."

He just smiled while she went back inside.

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Mikaela and the Autobots spent the entire next day working out drills in the event of an emergency. Everyone agreed to blast their horns in alarm if the perimeter suffered a breech. Then they planned it so someone would drive right up to the cabin and Mikaela would just jump in for a clean getaway. An emergency bag of spare clothes, four bottles of water and a few cans of nonperishable food sat right next to the door where it could be snagged as she passed.

She just hoped that scenario never needed playing out.

The days started to melt into each other. Thanksgiving rolled around, and Mikaela celebrated it with a turkey sandwich while she and Optimus watched a Twilight Zone marathon.

Mikaela kept quiet about how much she missed her family. Complaining wouldn't help her situation, but she sympathized with poor Mr. Bemis on TV when his glasses broke and he lamented:

"That's not fair. That's not fair at all. There was--was all the time I needed."

"What a pity." Optimus made a face at the screen. "Escaping a horrible wife via an atomic explosion only to have his glasses break when he finally has time to read. Yet it's a situation with which I can somewhat sympathize."

"You, too?" Mikaela gobbled down the last of her turkey sandwich.

He used his metallic "toe" to flick the remote into his hand--a trick that drove Mikaela batty--and changed the channel to Fox News. Every so often they'd check the news stations for clues of Decepticon activity. Usually stories about 'weather balloon failures' or 'crashing satellites' hinted that movement was taking place. Luckily, stories like those were few and far between. He turned it back again and lowered the volume.

"Well...Time Enough at Last isn't quite as disturbing as To Serve Man."

That cracked Mikaela up. "The cookbook! Oh, God...that is a creepy episode. The one that used to scare me is the one where the little girl falls into an invisible one-dimensional portal behind her bed. Saw that when I was a kid, and I made my dad pull my bed away from the wall. Stayed that way till I was ten or eleven, too..."

"I believe that was Little Girl Lost."

"Freaky, eh?"

"Not quite as disturbing as the prospect that robotic characters are seen either as evil or servants."

Mikaela paused with her mouth open to say more, but closed it while his words sank in. Of course--what kind of messages were being sent to him through these shows?

"I know," she said softly, "but this is kind of a world where man lords over machine. You know more than anybody the whole world isn't ready to know humanity isn't alone in the universe." She shifted on the couch to face him. "It took the military ages to convince the general public that the Fallen's worldwide TV appearance was the prank of a disgruntled broadcast worker."

"I do understand, Mikaela. I just find it mildly offensive is all." Optimus smiled at her. "The difference is, I know a single point of view doesn't necessarily represent an entire denomination."

Nodding, Mikaela looked out the huge windows at the multicolored forest. Sunset and fall colors mixed beautifully together.

They watched a few more Twilight Zone episodes together, then turned the TV off when no more sunlight touched the treetops.

Optimus helped Mikaela bring in wood from the pile outside and lit the fireplace. Then Mikaela retreated upstairs for a bathroom break and to change into a set of cherry red flannel pajamas. They were originally her mom's, but fit her now that her waistline was growing. The sight waiting for her when she returned almost took her breath away. Optimus looked stunning in firelight--he sat so still he became a sculpture from another world. The effect of orange flickers reflecting off his silver plating and turning the blue areas of his armor almost golden-brown made it impossible not to stare. She rejoined him on the couch in a half-trance, wondering if he was real or just a figment from her imagination.

His body collected the fire's warmth. She found out when he smiled and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

It seemed like they sat in comfortable silence for hours. The world didn't exist beyond the semicircle of light offered by the crackling flames.

Mikaela scooted over and laid her head on Optimus' shoulder. He slipped his arm around her, turning his head so his mouth brushed against her ear. It was pleasant to feel his lip plates there without hearing those annoying, whooshing breathing sounds. He did "breathe" occasionally to regulate his CPU temperature, but even then it wasn't the same as a human. He'd suck air through the vent on the back of his head and 'exhale' via the spaces in his face plates. Usually, he'd explained, it was an involuntary action regulated by his computer systems, but on occasion he 'sighed' when content. Like now--Mikaela heard and felt a brief, warm puff of air that hardly ruffled her hair.

"Does Ironhide give you a hard time about us?" Mikaela whispered.

"He seems to view our situation the same way as Sam." Optimus answered against her ear. "I don't normally discuss my love life with my teammates. Bumblebee noticed right away and kept it to himself. Ironhide didn't know we were involved, but Ratchet suspected until the truth of Elita's parentage came out. And I am still...boggled..." His mouth tightened before he went on, "There are times where I feel as if I've come between you and--"

"Optimus!" Mikaela sat up to meet his eyes. "I barely knew Sam when we met. I liked him because we'd been through hell together. I still like him, and I miss him...and I feel guilty that I dumped him after everything else. The thing is...I'd feel even worse if I kept going back to him. Our guilty pleasures in music and meeting you guys are the only things Sam and I had in common. You and I...it's a lot more. So what if it's weird?"

"It's placing you in so much danger." He answered quietly. His tone was not argumentative at all. "You may never have a normal life. Elita definitely won't. And you know what my worst fear is. What if I'm disabled or killed? Who will protect her? Who will protect you?"

"You've already done a Jesus twice."

"A Jesu--oh." Optimus turned his head and laughed, but it was nervous laughter.

"Listen..." Mikaela rubbed her finger along the blue 'soul patch' on his chin. "We'll protect each other, okay? I'm not some damsel in distress. I'm not going to just sit somewhere if the Decepticons grab me. I'd try to find ways to get out."

"That doesn't surprise me in the least. Am I correct in assuming you're the reason Rumble left K-mart with an optic missing?"

"Mmhmm. Donny and I kicked his ass."

He chuckled, pulling her close and settling his lips right next to her ear again. "Do you recall the conversation we had about what we find exciting about each other?"

Mikaela's heart skipped a beat. "Yup."

"I'd like to add your strength to the list. Most humans I've seen would curl up and hope the end is quick. Fighting back takes courage..." Optimus' voice lowered into the register that transformed her innards into mush, "...and I like that about you, Mikaela."

"Mm," Mikaela giggled and traced his ear finials with her fingertips. "If you keep talking like that, I'm gonna have to throw you on the floor and do something unmentionable."

Optimus snickered in her ear, and went on, "I'd like to see you try."

"That's it!" She grabbed the shock absorbers serving as his biceps and yanked, and was surprised when Optimus came away with her. He landed on his back with a clatter that scratched the floor next to the throw rug. She crashed down on top of him, a hand cushioning her growing belly. It wasn't big enough to get in their way yet, but it wouldn't let her lay completely flat on top of him like she did the first time they found a way to make love.

"Quite impressive," Optimus rumbled up at her. His optics had that laser-like bead on her, indicating exactly the kind of mood he was in. He lifted his hands to the buttons on her pajama top, but paused while his eyes silently asked permission.

She licked her lips and nodded her head.

Optimus' optics darkened as his pupils dilated in response to more energy going towards his Spark. He worked slowly, his hot, stainless steel fingers touching her skin as he exposed it inch by tantalizing inch. Mikaela heard her own breathing deepen at the way he teased her--he did it so reverently. Even when he gently pushed her pajama top open, he wasn't after her breasts so much as her bare skin.

"What are you going to do when I'm fat and ugly?" she asked.

"Oh..." He smiled and winked, "...you, filled with the life I helped place in your body, can never be ugly to me."

Then he gave his engine a rev and she nearly climaxed right there. Her nether regions had gone from sore to deliciously sensitive.

"I have read..." Optimus gave another pulse that stole the air from her lungs, "that the second trimester sometimes makes women multi-orgasmic." He clasped her hands. "Do you feel up to testing this theory?"

Mikaela peered down at him. Her pajama top was open, her hair was a mess falling around her shoulders and her cheeks flushed bright red. She leaned over, nose to nose with him, and growled, "Bring it on."

That night, Mikaela had two loud, body-clenching orgasms before Optimus' face tensed up in overload. He carried her upstairs afterward, and they enjoyed another round on the bed. Mikaela wasn't sure what she did--she caressed something, or pressed against something--and Optimus became a quivering mass beneath her. She heard him snarl for the first time outside of battle. It was a primal sound, a cry of control being given up, and she found it exciting.

Afterward, they spooned together under the covers. Mikaela never slept better in her life.
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