NOTES: I originally C and P'd this chapter from DeviantArt, where it was first posted. Of course all the HTML decided to stay without me noticing it. I fixed that and some of the grammer. It should be less distracting. Apologies ^.^

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He held his sibling's red shoulder, gently tapping his chest to distract the younger datsun. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Datsun was seeing Bluestreak speechless. Honest-to-Primus, speechless.

It didn't last long.

'I WHAT?'

'Don't tell me Mitch didn't tell you about this form's reproductive abilities.' Eerrel said, a dark scowl on her feathered face. She passed a seething glare to the jaguar who shrugged innocently.

'I thought he was paying attention when I gave his bro 'the lecture'.'

Eerrel snorted, passing her stare from the jaguar avatar to the white and black Autobot.

'Obviously NOT' she snapped. Her pupils pinned from large to small in her frustration, adding to her exotic, birdish appearance.

'Mitch said to learn and experiment!' Bluestreak cried out loudly. His wing-like door projections trembled in panic and his pale brother coughed slightly, trying to hide a smile. As serious as the situation was, he couldn't be angry with his brother. A sparkling was a sparkling according to his home world's laws. A welcomed addition, even if it was an accident. It was the logical conclusion when sparklings were as rare as they were in his home universe.

'It's natural for humans to conceive after 'experimenting'.' Prowl said, eyeing Jazz and his dark, tall mate. That Prowl was already showing signs of spark splitting. The dark ninja's life force hummed with a softer, barely noticeable pulse that proceeded his format's birthing process. It was the closest that his race of Transformers came to pregnancy without becoming a hybrid... or human.

Bluestreak and his brother Datsun were still adjusting to being hybrids. Exceptionally fertile ones at that.

'Ratchet's confirmed everything.' the Datsun said. ' You've sired a child with the human, Mikaela.'

'Experimentation sucks rust rot.' Bluestreak whimpered, his tone a mere whisper.

'I'm sure you experimented a lot.' Mitch said. She was relishing in the black and red mech's panic. Perhaps a little too much.

'IT WAS ONE EVENING!'

'All it takes is one - '

'I know THAT!' Bluestreak wailed again, then lay his hands on his head. He proceeded to yap uncontrollably, apparently to ease his own mental floodgates. Mitch wandered up to the mecha hybrid and slapped him playfully behind the head with a leather riding glove. Bluestreak shied away from the jaguar, fear in his blue eyes.

'Primus... How the in the pit did I get into this...'

'Well, I presume you exposed your ....' Mitch said. She poked the black and red datsun's chest where his spark chamber resided. Then she poked his Interface housing with a wry smirk.

'I KNOW WHAT I HAVE!'

'And you -'

'I KNOW WHAT I DID!'

'-And you did it all night. I did tell you about condoms. You already know about shields. Use one?'

Bluestreak slowly nodded his head then paused.

'I thought they were supposed to PREVENT this.'

'You have to admit,' Eerrel said, ignoring the black and red datsun. 'Bluestreak has great taste in dates.' An indignant sigh. 'I just don't know what to tell Mikaela's parents.' Bluestreak groaned louder. 'I bet they're going to be pleased.'

'Who'll raise it?' Jazz piped up.

'If it even survives.' Eerrel said. 'We don't know if hybrid-human offspring survive in this dimension.'

Mitch started humming her personal version of 70's porn music, swaying her hips and arms to the music. It started soft then slowly grew in volume.

'Boom, shaka laka...' She growled harmoniously. She emphasized each repeat of her gruff tune with a thrust of her hips. Every so often she would switch tunes to 'In the heat of the night' before bouncing back to the porn music.

Datsun looked at his younger brother, a furrow on his brow. 'How did Mikaela handle the news?'

'How do we say this politely...' Eerrel said. ' It went down like a lead balloon.'

Bluestreak's door-wings fluttered nervously and his whole body drooped. 'She's going to kill me.'

'Will anyone but us accept the brat?' Mitch said, a little more seriously. She was still singing her porn tune. 'How will Mikaela's school take the news? She's in... what... Almost in 12th grade?'

'Or Sam.' Jazz stated, his arms crossed against his chest. ' How will he handle the bundle of joy? It's his future mate that 'Streak bonded with.'

Mitch hummed louder.

'Or Bumblebee.' Jazz's dark mate grunted, his small mouth twisted into the slightest of smirks. His eyes' amusement were hidden behind his blue visor, belying his calm demeanor. 'Diaper bags are fashionable on this world.'

'PRIMUS!' Bluestreak sunk to sit in the dry grass under the tree where he and Mikaela had spent the night so few weeks ago. He still remembered her hands detailing his chest and how she had teased him to overload. Feeling her warmth and the growing heat from his spark chamber. His first sexual experience and he knocked up someone. A human on top of it. Just remembering the thought of them that night made his spark quiver with both anticipation and repulstion. 'SLAG this to the PIT! He gave me permission!'

Mitch cocked her head, whiskers spread out and an evil glint in her slitted eyes.

'So Sam letting her peck you on the cheek is permission?' She snuffed a loud noise that sounded like a deranged snort. 'Ooooh boy.'

Jazz and Prowl, disapproving 'tisk tisk' noises, the dark ninja crossing his arms over his chest as he did so. They looked remarkably like elder mother hens.

'I have another question' Mitch said. 'How does a human give birth to a Transformer-human Hybrid?'

'Very carefully?' Jazz and his mate added in unison.

Eerrel was the one who snorted this time.

"Fek that. I wanna know HOW a mecha hybrid knocks up a human.'

'Isn't it obvious?' Mitch said, between bars of her perverted porn tune. 'He wore holes in his condoms.'

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A/N:

This is an explanation if you skipped 'Infection'. Crossing dimensions is a rather bizarre process. Your biology changes to suit the environment though it doesn't always change one's overall physical appearance. Physically you might look identicle to your original form but you may shrink or get bigger. You may discover you have new abilities or new senses. You might go from human to some eight legged freakazoid. You may go from organic to mecha and vice versa or end up as some weird hybrid. And hybrids have their own problems as Bluestreak discovered...

This ventures dangerously into 'sticky' territory, but What the heck, ye know? Bluestreak and Prowl are a hybrid of organic and mecha in this ficlet so something's gotta mutate ^.^ . I see them having both male and female reproductive tracks AND a spark chamber. Their internals may be organic but it doesn't mean they look human. Dimension travel creates weird hybrids.