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Breaking the news
She was just staring down at him, hands on her hips and a frown on her face. Bonecrusher had the fleeting thought that she looked better angry but he had the suspicion that she was angry at him. Funny, he was a hundred percent sure he hasn’t done a thing to warrant her anger.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” - The strain in her voice confirmed his suspicion. He activated his holoform, appearing before her in all his enormous and muscled glory. He’d learned early on that the holoform was extremely useful to calm her down whenever she appeared to be mad at him. Pheromones. A mech could learn to love them.
“How? I don’t even know what you’re talking about, femme.” - His voice rumbled and he saw her sigh and flick a hair out of her face.
“I’m talking about the ‘side effects’ of using your holoform.” - She replied deadpan. Her eyes getting narrower by the second.
“Something happened?” - He asked, remembering that the Autobot medic was supposed to see her today. She’d been strangely sick for longer than even he believed normal for the squishy race. And that was saying a lot. The humans were a sickly lot most of the time.
“You could say that.” - Was her only reply and she bit her lip, looking down and away from him and his holoform.
He was sure he felt his spark sinking as he waited for the bad news he was sure she was going to deliver. Humans were plagued by incurable diseases all the time…
“I’m… Well, Ratchet said…” - She took a deep breath and turned to look at him in the eye. - “I’m pregnant and it’s yours.”
“What?” - He asked dumbly. Here he was expecting her to say she got something from interfacing with him… like radiation or something… Instead, he was being told that he, Bonecrusher, had fathered a sparkling. A human sparkling. Holy Matrix! A hybrid human and Cybertronian sparkling! Just slag him now…
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“Ratchet?”
“Yes, Mikaela?”
“I think it’s better if you go take a look at the entrance gate.”
“Why?”
“I think I broke Crusher.”
“How?”
“I told him and he just fell over.”
“Fell over?”
“I know, I know! My bad. Next time I get pregnant by a giant not so evil alien robot again I’ll be more tactful.”
“Sarcasm doesn’t become you.”
“Oh, fuck off, Ratchet.”
Breaking the news
She was just staring down at him, hands on her hips and a frown on her face. Bonecrusher had the fleeting thought that she looked better angry but he had the suspicion that she was angry at him. Funny, he was a hundred percent sure he hasn’t done a thing to warrant her anger.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” - The strain in her voice confirmed his suspicion. He activated his holoform, appearing before her in all his enormous and muscled glory. He’d learned early on that the holoform was extremely useful to calm her down whenever she appeared to be mad at him. Pheromones. A mech could learn to love them.
“How? I don’t even know what you’re talking about, femme.” - His voice rumbled and he saw her sigh and flick a hair out of her face.
“I’m talking about the ‘side effects’ of using your holoform.” - She replied deadpan. Her eyes getting narrower by the second.
“Something happened?” - He asked, remembering that the Autobot medic was supposed to see her today. She’d been strangely sick for longer than even he believed normal for the squishy race. And that was saying a lot. The humans were a sickly lot most of the time.
“You could say that.” - Was her only reply and she bit her lip, looking down and away from him and his holoform.
He was sure he felt his spark sinking as he waited for the bad news he was sure she was going to deliver. Humans were plagued by incurable diseases all the time…
“I’m… Well, Ratchet said…” - She took a deep breath and turned to look at him in the eye. - “I’m pregnant and it’s yours.”
“What?” - He asked dumbly. Here he was expecting her to say she got something from interfacing with him… like radiation or something… Instead, he was being told that he, Bonecrusher, had fathered a sparkling. A human sparkling. Holy Matrix! A hybrid human and Cybertronian sparkling! Just slag him now…
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“Ratchet?”
“Yes, Mikaela?”
“I think it’s better if you go take a look at the entrance gate.”
“Why?”
“I think I broke Crusher.”
“How?”
“I told him and he just fell over.”
“Fell over?”
“I know, I know! My bad. Next time I get pregnant by a giant not so evil alien robot again I’ll be more tactful.”
“Sarcasm doesn’t become you.”
“Oh, fuck off, Ratchet.”