The Birth Of The Future

Chapter One: Doubting. The Start Of The Future

This morning was very different. Elita One had never had a morning like this. The night had been restless for her and even being close to his sparkmate, Optimus Prime, hadn't helped at all. Then in the morning she started to feel sick.

The feeling was awful. Her chest felt like on fire and she had spent all morning throwing up. She had felt weird the whole week, but the sick feeling hadn't come until now. For the last whole week and half she'd been snapping at small things and having mood swings. And now the sickness.

"Elita? Sweetie, you OK there?" she heard Optimus asking.

"Does it sound or seem like I'm OK?" she snapped.

"Maybe you should go see Ratchet." Optimus suggested.

"Oh, really? How come I didn't thought…of that…" she couldn't even finish the sentence for she had to vomit.

"Are you gonna be fine" Do you want me to come with you?" Optimus sounded really worried now. But he was always concerned about his mate.

"No, I'll be fine. Go already, you got lot of work to do." Elita tried to sound like it was nothing.

Optimus seemed to believe her and went to his office do he could start working. It took Elita some time, but in the end she managed to get herself on her feet.

"Ratchet'd better found out what's wrong with me, or else I'll tear his aft apart" she growled on her way to the Med Bay.

"Oh, Elita. what can I do for you?" Ratchet asked as Elita entered the Med Bay. She was one of rare 'bots who he was friendly towards to…when he wanted to.

"I've bee feeling sick this morning. Could you figure out, what's wrong whit me?" Elita hated being sick and wanted just get over with it as soon as possible.

"Of course, just get lying on the berth." he said and she did as she was told. "Now, has there been something more than just sick feelings?" he asked as he was getting his tools ready.

"Well, I've been extremely snappy and having some kind of mood swings lately. Why do you ask?" she explained while he was examining her.

"Hmnh." he stroked his chin. "I'll take one more scan. Just to be sure" he finally said.

"Just to be sure about what?" Elita had to ask.

Ratchet said nothing as he scanned her. His face went into shock when he saw the results.

Some time later Elita arrived to her sparkmate's office. Optimus was finishing padapads Prowl had brought him earlier.

"Hi, darling." she greeted him as she went to stand next to him.

"Hello, love." he greeted back, not taking his opticts off the datapad he was doing.

Then Elita sat on to his lap and started kissing his cheek and neck, taking his attention from the datapad. "H-Hey! What's got you so happy?" he asked, enjoying his mate kissing him.

"Oh, nothing." she smirked mischievously.

"Oh, come on! You're not fooling me. Tell me what Ratchet told you." he retorted, wanting to know.

Elita started to smile. "Alright, are you ready?" she asked him.

"Of course I'm. Tell me now" he was starting to get anxious. Her smile told him it was something good. Her smile got even bigger.

"We're gonna have a sparkling, Optimus. I'm pregnant."