Birth
The contractions had woken her at an ungodly hour of the day.
Mikaela had been ill for several days and Dr Wilshire, hand picked by Ratchet himself, had ordered her to keep herself off her feet. She was huge by human standards, the foetus inside her curled up in a tight ball despite the hybrid child's alien shape. Most of her size was membrane that protected her from the child's developing form. Both Dr Wilshire and Ratchet guessed that it was part of Bluestreak's hybrid genetics kicking in. The child moved sharply every so often, causing its parent to cringe with the discomfort. While the action would have been uncomfortable with a human child, Bluestreak's infant caused sharp yelps from its mother if it flicked a wing-like door hinge too suddenly. Like a human child, a foot would strike out to play soccer with her bladder or spine. When she rested, she could trace the outline of a tiny but very inhuman foot pressed against the sides of her womb. She had been horrified at first to discover she was carrying and had fallen into a despair that clouded her every waking moment. With Mitch's help she had decided not only keep the child but had been offered safety by the avatar. She knew who could and would aid rasing the hybrid. Bluestreak's brother, Prowl, had calmly heard his brother's pleads along those of Mikaela's tearful screams. In the end it was deemed important that Mikaela receive all the help she could get, even if her family had retaliated against the situation. Her mother had almost abandoned her. She would have if not for Optimus Prime's intervention. It had been a downhill battle convincing her mother to let Mikaela stay but the fact her daughter was pregnant and impregnated by an ALIEN' had left only one recourse. Mikaela was pushed out of the house and he r mother changed her number. Her daughter would receive monetary help from her family but it was restrained at best.
Between the growing hybrid in her belly and Bluestreak's nervous watch, Mikaela had found some release from the situation by helping Ratchet repair things at base. The closer she came to her due date - guessed to be near the human's 9 month gestation - the more stressed she became. It was hard to predict when the child would arrive as cross dimensional travel often twisted the normal rules and could cause the impossible to occur.
The Stress was constant. So was the fear. The more fear, the more stress. The more stress the sharper the kicks and eventually Dr Wilshire had demanded bed rest. Mikaela hated being forced to stay away from things that made her feel useful. However it caused less rumours at school in the long run. The child had reacted to her moods with kicks so sharp that she had doubled over in pain early in her trimesters. Dr Wilshire deemed her a high risk pregnancy and that meant a lot of days in front of the Game system, battling it out with Bumblebee over X Box live via his net link.
How she could habitually kick a warrior mech's aft she didn't know. She suspected Bumblebee of letting her win until she beat Ironhide, too.
Everyone at school thought the child was Sam's. Mikaela and the boy had cooked up a back story and with Ratchet's help had even created ultrasounds to divert suspicion away from what Mikaela was truly experiencing. Sam had made a habit of arriving first thing after classes to deliver her homework, Bumblebee honking his horn and playing a few bars of Gary Allen's 'Good Morning Beautiful' in greeting. As Mikaela had requested to stay in the city and her extended human family wanted her out of the house NOW, Sam and his parents had offered their home. Of course that meant dealing with Sam's father's strange gardening habits and his mother's short tempter. But for a change Mikaela felt safe knowing she was protected by both humans who understood her and by alien strangers that willingly helped her.
Through it all stood Bluestreak. Bluestreak desperately wanted to aid the high school mother once he comprehended what humans required of fatherhood. He still quivered with anxiety knowing his ill planned though innocent actions had caused so much chaos. He would regularly place his hands on Mikaela's belly and softly hum to the child. It was strange seeing him not actually talking, though his brother assured her that as long as he made ANY vocal noise (and he made a lot), he was doing fine. Mikaela realized that the rumours of the young Autobot were true. He could be a motor mouth yet there was a queer charm to him that had her listening to him whenever he spoke. She listened to him mutter about everything from his alternate universe version of Cybertron to how to properly distil moonshine high grade. She even listened to him describe his friends, who Prowl later said were probably dead, their sparks extinguished in their attempts to save him.
During her weekends, Mikaela had managed to entice Sam and Blue to an evening of 'experimentation'. It was mainly out of curiosity. The three of them had started mixing weird things together - booze with antifreeze and baking soda, windshield wiper fluid, vinegar and something Bumblebee ripped from the Autobot base, among other delights that the three could grab. Eventually the lot of them caused a case of beer - Sam's parent's GOOD beer - to explode impressively in the garage. It reacted with whatever Bumblebee had swiped from Ratchet, causing smoke to billow up from the partially open door. Primus' name had been cried out more times than any of them had heard any Autobot scream. If Ironhide had been present, he would have blushed knowing his own record of unholy cusses had been outdone.
It was four am when Mikaela's contractions hit. Mitch was in her human form, smoking a cigarette on the front porch. Mikaela had staggered to the front hallway and banged hard on the main door to get the avatar's attention. Sam's family was out and the others had scattered to do their usual errands. Mitch immediately dropped the half smoked butt and smothered it with the heel of her cowboy boot.
Bumblebee and Sam were called as soon as humanly (or Cybertronianly) possible. If being attacked by Decepticons and being tossed around by obnoxious sector seven grunts had been painful, the first contraction had been truly paralyzing. Dr Wilshire had been contacted immediately and after a short lesson on what to expect (and several panicked questions from the expectant father), Sam, Bluestreak and Prowl had Mikaela practicing every birthing procedure they could remember. Bumblebee had lifted Dr Wilshire through Mikaela's room window then cheered her on as she pushed. It had earned him several text books to the head until the epidural had kicked in. Ironhide and Ratchet arrived a short time later. Next thing Mikaela knew she was cuddling a tiny and much paler version of Bluestreak in her arms, the infant curling its hands under it's chin as it breathed. Bluestreak was by her side, nuzzling the infant's head with his nose. The others had congratulated her for a job well done, a champagne bottle opened and much fanfare filled the room. Soon Bluestreak and an exhausted Mikaela were left in peace, the young datsun whispering sweet nothings to his firstborn in his typical, harmonious drone.
