Low and behold, I have a new story for you! Everyone knows my Transformers Prime story, Outcasts and Autobots, but now I've had a plot bunny for a Transformers Animated story that won't leave me alone. I had a poll on the latest chapter of Outcasts and Autobots for the title and the most popular one we're Rising From the Darkness and Destiny Calls. When it came down to a tie between the both of them, I chose the best one of those two. Take a guess at which one I picked.

I would've had this up alot sooner than now, but a few things happened since then. The website was down for a few days and I couldn't log into my account. I couldn't even review some stories I read. But now that they got that fixed, I can log back in.

Another thing is that my cousin was recently put in the hospital for blood clots in his stomach. He's ok now, but I don't know for sure when they're going to release him. My family and I were over there visiting him, so that's another reason why I couldn't update faster.

That seems like most of everything I wanted to talk about now. This chapter may be a little M rated for someone giving birth. Of course, I can't tell you who it is. You'll have to read to find out. But for those of you who are squeamish about this stuff, DON'T READ IT! Just to make this clear, I warned you about this.

I own: My OC's

Hasbro or whatever company owns: Transformers

Charlotte POV

35 years after the Autobot ship crashes...

"AAAHHHH!"

"Don't stop, Charlotte. You're doing great!"

I let out another scream of agony as another contraction hit.

"I can see the head! Just a few more pushes and your daughter will be born!" Dr. Curtis encouraged.

"I-I can't!" I moaned and another nurse wiped the sweat from my forehead.

"Yes, you can. I know it doesn't seem that way right now, but just think about holding your precious bundle in your arms." Dr. Curtis said.

"B-But I can't be a...nnnh...mother." I groaned.

"Every mother says that before they give birth. You'll be a great mother." Dr. Curtis claimed. "Now on this next contraction, I need you to push as hard as you can."

I nodded and closed my eyes.

I never expected to be in this situation 9 months ago. I never expected to be dragged into an alley with him. I never expected for him to strip me from my innocence that night while walking to my apartment and keeping me hidden away for a week.

After I managed to escape from him I turned in to the cops and moved to Detroit to try to start college. But I couldn't afford to go to college once I learned I was pregnant. I cried for days once I found out and felt fear that I was carrying another life inside of me.

I couldn't bring myself to abort it. That was murder in the worst possible way. I was hesitant on giving it up for adoption, but the night I first felt it kick, my judgement cloud over with doubt. It got worse once I found out the sex.

I was glad to have a daughter, a mini me, but I didn't know if I could keep her. After that, my choice of giving her up never came back into my mind until this moment.

Now I'm giving birth. Now's the time to either keep my daughter with me or send her away for a better chance at life.

Even though I'm crying from the pain, I'm crying at the thought of having to give up the life I carried. Why is this so hard?

I cried out once another contraction hit and Dr. Curtis' voice sounded far away.

"Alright, give me a big push, Charlotte!"

Holding my breath, I began pushing as hard as I can and then I had to stop. Dr. Curtis kept encouraging me and I started to push again. This is happening. I'm getting ready to have a daughter at 18.

"Alright, big push, big push!" Dr. Curtis urged on and I screamed as I felt my lower region nearly get torn in half.

"One more, Charlotte! One more and she'll be here!" Dr. Curtis declared and I felt myself start to zone out.

The pain is terrible. Just this last push and it'll all be over.

"AAAAHHHHH!" I screamed as I pushed the hardest I ever could.

Then the pain suddenly vanished. I breathed heavily as I heard nurses clapping, Dr. Curtis congratulating me and a new noise. A baby crying. I focused on that sound more than anything else. I've never heard anything more beautiful.

I started crying as I saw a nurse carrying something small away after the umbilical cord was cut. The crying got softer as the nurse took my baby to the other side of the room where I couldn't see her. Dr. Curtis came over to me and put a hand on mine.

"I heard that you want to give her up for adoption. Before you do, I just want you to know that you're going to miss her deeply. I've had many mothers who gave up their kids and every single one of them wanted to get them back. But I can't make you keep her. It's your choice. Think about it." Dr. Curtis said and went to check on my baby.

I silently cry to myself as I think over my options. I do want to keep her, but I can barely afford my apartment and my job sucks in pay right now. How can I take care of myself and a baby?

My thoughts were interrupted when Dr. Curtis stepped in my vision and he held my still crying baby.

"Do you want to hold her?" he asked and I kept my eyes focused on my baby.

She still cried loudly and she looked so small in Dr. Curtis' arms. I could feel my heart melting and I felt more tears fall down my face. I finally nodded and held my arms out to him. Dr. Curtis had a gleam in his eyes as he handed my baby over to me. I did my best to hold her right with my shaking arms as I got a better look at her.

Her face was scrunched up as her cries got louder and I gently rocked her side to side. As her cries started to disappear, I took that time to study her. Even though she still had some fluids on her, her skin had a healthy glow to it and it felt so soft. She already had matted curls of red on top of her head. Her eyes were still closed and her cries turned to whimpering. I carefully stroked her head and my heart just ached.

I can't give her up. I just can't. I went through all of this trouble to give birth to her. I can't let her grow up alone.

"I'm keeping her." I said as I did my best to wipe my eyes and Dr. Curtis smiled at me.

"You've made the right choice. You deserve to be happy with her." he said and I smiled at him.

"Thank you." I said and looked down at my baby.

She started squirming and waving her arms her arms around. I smiled and kissed her forehead. She stopped squirming around long enough for me to see her eyes once she opened them. I froze.

I remember seeing those eyes that one fateful night. They were a blue green color that etched their way into my memory. She has his eyes. My mouth dropped in shock. That seemed to be the only other trait from him that she had. We both have pale skin and curly hair.

But this wasn't him. These eyes belong to my baby. My daughter has curly red hair and blue green eyes. I started crying again and kissed my baby on the forehead. She's so beautiful.

"Since you're keeping her, what's her name?" a nurse asked and I looked up at her and Dr. Curtis.

They were looking at me and waiting my answer. I looked back at my baby and watched her wave her arms. I thought of my grandmother before she got put in a nursing home and then my mother who died in a car crash with my dad. Stella and Faye.

"Stella." I said. "Her name is Stella Fae Lewis."

Dr. Curtis congratulated me again as the nurse wrote her name down on a paper and he said that I had to get ready for the afterbirth. I looked back at Stella and smiled as she put her hand in her mouth.

"Hey there, baby." I said and gently touched her forehead. "I just want you to know that I still love you. I know one thing for sure is that I'll never give up on you and I'll make sure you have everything you need. Your father wrecked havoc in my life and he took away everything dear to me. But there's one thing he did give me. He gave me you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm never going to give you up. I'm sorry I even had the thought of giving you up. I just hope the day I tell you about this, you won't be mad at me. But I love you, Stella. I promise you that I'll always love you."

So? Whatcha think? Hopefully not to bad for my first chapter.

This is all I got for right now. And no, Charlotte isn't my main OC, it's Stella. Charlotte is Stella's mother. And if no one understood about how Stella came to be, Charlotte was raped in an alley by someone and she mainly just saw his eyes, hair and tattoo on his upper arm. Who knows, maybe we'll end up seeing big daddy in the future?

Since I feel a bit generous, here's a small preview for the next chapter.

Transformers Animated: Rising From the Darkness

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

"You actually met one of them?"

"Stella, come join us!"

"Channel 5 news at 11. Once again the Autobots have saved our city from disaster..."

"Oh, no..."

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