Fandom: Transformers/Movie-'Vers

Title: Culture Shock

Author: Dex

Characters: Mikaela, Sam and the Autobots

Pairing: Mikaela/Sam

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, nor the settings. Please don't repost. Flames will be ignored.

Summary: Mikaela finds out she has a bun in the oven.

Author's Note: Request for rezuri. Request was: something to do with Mikaela being pregnant (could be in the future, or when she and Sam are still teens). I just want something where the Transformers get to contemplate the creation of offspring.

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Mikaela groaned at the test, the bright pink plus sign staring brightly back up at her. Her parents were going to kill her. Maybe. Or Sam. She sighed, shaking the stick, as if it might work like an etch-a-sketch. When that failed, she slipped the test into her pocket, moving out of Sam's bathroom; she would have felt guilty about doing this at his house, but really, where else was she supposed to get any privacy? She'd also justified herself in the fact that he was half-responsible for the scare. And more, she added silently as she trudged back to his room.

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"Hey, Ratchet." Mikaela stood in the doorway of the infirmary, shifting her weight from one foot to another.

The Autobot's medic looked up, tilting his head slightly at her posture. He had found humans very particular about when they were being scanned, mostly as they seemed very touchy about what Ratchet was supposed to say - or more frequently not supposed to say - when the scan was complete. "Yes, Mikaela?" He approached, still studying her.

"I'm..." She frowned. "Y'know..."

Ratchet paused for a moment. "No." How was he supposed to know if he wasn't allowed to scan her, and she refused to say.

She closed her eyes. "Y'know... kindapregnant." A pause, and she added, "Supposedly." She hadn't completely trusted the test, but buying another one would be suspicious at best. "So I was hoping you could check it out." She indeed was shooting him a hopeful look, that semi-smile that was ready to bloom into a cheeky grin of appreciation.

Humans, Ratchet decided once again, were quite odd. He had made this decision numerous times, simply based on their facial expressions. He did a quick google search, brightening a little at the prospect of the pregnancy. Or at least of being able to view the progress, as it was quite different from how the Cybertronians reproduced. Having gotten her permission, Ratchet quickly scanned Mikaela, nodding to himself, stopping when he saw Mikaela pale. "Congratulations."

"Oh." Mikaela paused, and then added, "shit."

Well, that certainly hadn't been the reaction Ratchet had been expecting. He did a little more research. Teen pregnancy was, apparently, not a good thing. Not only would Mikaela have trouble in school, it was doubtful that she was prepared for the child, a fact which Ratchet have overlooked due to his own excitement at the prospect. "I take it Sam is the father?"

Mikaela glared at him, turning slightly red.

"Was that not the proper question?"

At least her hands unclenched, although she let out a short, hissing breath. "No, not really." With a wave of her hand, as if she had dismissed it, although she continued to speak. "I mean, it would have been nice if you hadn't assumed I was sleeping around..." She shot him another glare, obviously not quite over the implications of that statement.

"Have you made any plans?" His voice softened, as did her expression.

She sniffled, and shook her head. "I guess I didn't really think about it before now. You know?"

He nodded. This time, he understood quite well.

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Prime paused as Ratchet told them of their latest problem. At first, he misunderstood; Mikaela being pregnant surely was not an actual 'problem'. But the more he researched the issue, the more he found that it was, in fact, a problem for her.

"Well, if her parents are as annoying as Sam's-"

"No." Prime cut Ironhide off there, deflating him, making him grumble about never getting to have any fun. Prime decided to ignore it for now. Ironhide knew better than to go around attacking humans.

"What does this involve?" Prime was quite interested, as they had skimmed over much when learning about the culture. The reproductive system had never seemed all that important, mostly since the only child that they encountered was Annabelle and she was quite obviously already born.

"Well, the reproductive cycle is nine months-" Ratchet had no chance to continue, as Ironhide made a small snort of disgust.

When everyone turned to him, Ironhide made a face. "Nine months?"

Ratchet nodded, and continued.

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"That's disgusting!" Ironhide nearly roared his sentiment, standing up, obviously offended by the human's birthing process. He stood, slamming his hand on the table, as if his feelings were not clear enough.

Which was when Mikaela chose to poke her head in the door. "What's disgusting?"

Ironhide blinked.

Ratchet's optics brightened, seeing a chance to turn Mikaela's wrath towards someone other than him. "I was just telling Ironhide about your condition..."

Mikaela stepped into the room, crossing her arms over her chest. "And he was saying?" Her voice was frosty as she studied Ironhide, who merely grumbled, and sat down.

"You were telling them," she emphasized that word, "about my condition?"

The whole room was quiet for a moment.

Mikaela narrowed her eyes for a moment. She really should have known this was going to happen, though, and she couldn't find it in herself to stay angry. "So... any suggestions?"

"Get rid of it." Ironhide growled it softly, and Ratchet glowered at him.

"Have you spoken to Sam?" Prime spoke quietly, and Mikaela chewed on her lower lip, shaking her head.

"You do realize he's not going be as excited as you all are. Right?" Mikaela sighed when they all stared for her. "Right. Okay." She took another breath. "He's going to be freaked out."

Ironhide looked vindicated. "I told you it was disgusting..."

Mikaela shot him a steely glare. She was going to have to send one of the others after him if he started calling her 'fat'. He shrugged her look off.

"Any suggestions other than abortion?" She would consider it, but she wasn't sure right now. Not about anything.

Ironhide looked interested for a moment. "They come out slimy?"

Oh, god, is that what Ratchet had told them? "Um, yeah, kinda." She shifted her weight, leaning against the tables, brightening up. "And I'm gonna be bitchy." She smirked in Ironhide's direction as he glanced at her. Mikaela had heard about the femmes, and Ironhide knew enough to scared of the female species on the rampage. Good for them.

"Is that why Sam isn't going to be excited?"

Mikaela shrugged. "That and the whole having a baby issue..." She slipped into one of the seats. This was going to take a long time. "What exactly did you guys learn?"

Ratchet explained it again, and Mikaela looked around the table, hand over her mouth. Coming from one of them, it actually did sound spectacularly gross. "I... I have to go..." She ignored their surprised expressions as she hauled tail to the bathroom, leaning over the toilet seat, and dry heaving.

Yeah, she should have definitely spoken to her parents, or at least Sam first...