~(Y/N)'s POV~
"So who's going to be the god-moth- no wait... god-carrier?"
I laughed at Miko's confusion, a servo over my midsection as a form of protection. A small bump could be felt as I brushed a digit over my protoform. Knockout said it would grow some more, but not all that much.
"Yes you're correct, and... I was hoping it would be you Arcee."
She choked on her energon ration, and looked to me with stunned optics.
"Wha-... me?"
"Yes," I chuckled, "While we may not see optic to optic, we do have a certain respect for each other when it comes to things such as this. Do you accept?"
She smiled, and almost tackled me in a hug. Something I did not expect from the femme. I saw Jack's steady glare, not giving a frag that I was sparked. Primus can that boy hold a grudge!
"I accept," she finally released me, and we both giggled at our past battles with each other. It's safe to say that we no longer have a definite hate for the other any more. Who knew a sparkling could do such wonders.
"What about the god-sire?" Raf spoke up with a big grin, and I smiled softly at him.
"Knockout and I haven't decided yet."
|: Who's the candidates? :| Bee asked, and to be fully honest, most of them were, except for Ultra Magnus, Smokescreen and Wheeljack, we currently don't know much about them... either way none seem to be good god-sire material in my processor.
"I plead the fifth!" I hollered, much to the Autobot's confusion, but the three humans (more like the two Americans) knew what I was talking about.
"Are sparklings delivered like human babies?" Rafael asked, and Ratchet was ready to answer.
"In a sense, but there are some differences. To provide ample room for the sparkling to move, the-"
"RATCHET!" I hollered at him, and for once he showed a form of fear, though it was fleeting as he quickly recovered from his jump of about five feet in the air, looking to me as if I had interrupted some sort of experiment, "Not, now."
"Why not?" the boy asked, "It's about the same as human reproduction, there's just less liquids coming from both the female and male parts. It's still the same result."
Everyone stared at him, surprised, though we really shouldn't be. He's a boy genius, but at the same time he's 13. He looked to each and every one of us, seemingly confused.
"What? Did you guys skip sex-ed or something?" he asked the other two, and Miko gagged, an obvious sign that she hadn't missed that particular class.
"I will download a file to your laptop," Ratchet sighed, "Though I will want an explanation as to how you know of the differences."
Wait... if he didn't tell him then who did... Wait... I'm going to offline Soundwave when I get the chance.
It was another hour or so when the Wreckers came back from their mission, of which I was very concerned... Preda' was going to be there...
First came Bulkhead, then Wheeljack and lastly, Ultra Magnus. He looked to me with a certain disdain in his optics, and I subconsciously put both servos around the bump of Knockout's and my sparkling. He passed by Arcee and I, going straight to Optimus' side, then looked back to me.
"You failed to inform us that the Predacon can transform."
The sudden attention was expected, and I saw the apologetic looks from the two wreckers that had just arrived.
"His name is Predaking, and it makes no difference whether he can transform or not."
"Do you not understand the advantage the Decepticons now have?!" He barked, and I held my own comments to myself for once, "This team would have been three members short no thanks to your incompetence as a neutral!"
"Yes, I. Am. A neutral, but did my withholding of the new information endanger your team?" He was about to argue, but I interrupted him, "NO! I talked to Preda' myself, and he is far from hostile to you, or your Autobots. He's honorable, and cares more about those here than you seem to, now pull your fragging helm out of your aft and listen to reason."
This shut him up, and I excused myself, walking from the main hanger to the one given to me for the time being. I didn't notice the small tap tappings of human feet behind me until I was about to let the door to my designated space down. Before it closed completely, in popped Raf with his computer.
"Was cursing really necessary?" he asked, and I frowned.
"No, it wasn't," I sighed, "And I'm sorry... I have a lot weighing on my processor."
He nodded with a small smile, then ran to the platform that usually granted access to the taller planes, the human sized space just big enough for him and his computer.
"What's it like," the boy started, "T-to be a Cybertronian?"
I smiled softly, and sat so that my faceplate was level with his current height.
"Well, a downside is that everything is so small," this made him giggle, and my smile grew a bit bigger, "But it's... I guess you could say empowering." I began to explain what it was like to be a Cybertronian, and Rafael listened with a willing ear, hearing of the complications I often had, like tripping from the extra weight, or adjusting my optics so that the light didn't bother me as much. It took a lot of practice to transform properly without hurting myself, or messing up half way through and my T-cog needing fixed afterward, but I also told him of the amazing things I was able to experience.
"I remember my first drive with Knockout," I began, "I wanted to confront him as an equal, which is why I asked Breakdown and Soundwave to help build Wildstryke. We raced through the night, and I felt the adrenaline rush he so often craved, and soon I began to crave it as well. It's so different from driving as a human."
"Would I be able to experience it?" he asked excitedly. Oh, how I wish he could.
"I'm afraid not," I let a sad sigh slip, ruffling his hair with a digit.
"Why not?" Raf held on to my digit, though I tried to shake him off gently, and he ended up in the middle of my palm as I brought him closer to my faceplate.
"Because... I'm afraid it's only possible if you have a digital mind."
It took him a moment as he pieced things together, but the boy quickly looked up to me with a face of astonishment, and I knew more questions were to come.
"You're... well, at least part Cybertronian?"
I nodded.
"On my Sire's side. He's half Cybertronian."
Raf nodded, looking to his feet as he shuffled them.
"That's... really, really cool." He smiled at me, and I was glad he did not hate me for keeping this secret.
(Yay! Raf knows!
To get rid of any confusion Ultra Magnus did not lose his servo! I don't make it obvious but it might be a detail you guys may have questioned. Hope you like it so far!)