Annabelle

Spiral Down

A couple months had passed since Ironhide saw what he did. When it came to him now, Jacob just completely ran in the other direction. I don’t know what I could’ve done to stop him, to erase what Ironhide had seen, what more I could’ve done to keep it from the autobots, but soon every one of them knew. I knew it was going to happen eventually. But Jacob? Jacob swore it was my fault. He blames everything on me now a days, and I don’t know what else I can do about him. I have tried to talk to him, but all I get in return are short answers that mean nothing to him and that mean nothing to me. I don’t understand where this anger came from, I have done nothing bad to him. But it’s not like I can be picky. I asked for him. And this is what I get.

But, the autobot’s discovering what has happened isn’t the only thing. Now...Jacob and I have been dating for a little more than half a year. I knew it was too soon, but.. He wanted it. So I gave it too him.

That, they noticed.

!@#$%^&*(A few days before)!@#$%^&*

I walked into the hangar, hoping that another race with Ironhide or someone would calm me down a little bit. I pulled my shirt down, only to have it ride back up above my jeans. A sudden searing pain shot through my abdomen, and I doubled over once again hoping to soothe the pain the best I could. I hobbled to the wall, falling onto it, clenching my eyes shut as tight as I could, as if that would do anything. I pushed my arm against my lower stomach, searching for any form of relief. I clenched my knees together, trying to release some of the pain that way. I paused, sweat running down my forehead, In those seconds all that mattered was the pain that was running through my veins, soaring through my nerves and into my brain. I was so concentrated on the pain that I didn’t even hear Ratchet and Ironhide approaching me. I didn’t even know they were there until I felt a holoform’s hand on my back.

“Bells, what’s wrong?” I turned to see Ironhide looking at me, his eyes genuinly concerned for me, but also very angry.

“Ironhide,..” I whispered, barely audible.

Ratchet suddenly came into my view. I looked at him, and started toward him, but lost my footing and stumbled forward. I braced myself for impact but instead was stopped by the arms of Ironhide. He scooped me up and cradled me close to his chest. He pummeled forward, following behind Ratchet.

!@#$%^&*()

“Ratchet, what is it?”

Ratchet’s holoform ran ahead of Ironhide’s, who was carrying Bells. Ratchet pushed his optics shut, and reopened them once he realized he was still running.

“I have an idea what it is,” Ratchet said quietly, not really caring if Ironhide heard him or not. “It’s not going to be good.”

@#$%^&*(

“Bells?” Ratchet asked me, a hand gently on my shoulder.

I forced my eyes open, met Ratchet’s. His hand was resting on my shoulder, and on my other side was Ironhide, sitting on my bed, arm reached out to support him. I looked down at my foot and saw Optimus Prime in his holoform, looking concerned, worried, and very angry. His hands were clenched tightly onto the frame of the bed, eyes straight down. Ironhide looked away from me, avoiding eye contact, but he had given me enough. He was pissed. Ratchet kept the same emotionless expression, but his eyes revealed more than he could ever know.

“What’s wrong?” I asked everyone, suddenly worried.

“Bells,” Ratchet said again, hesitating as he found the words of what to say. “Did you and Jacob have sex?”

I looked down quietly, my face burning with embarrassment. Ratchet didn’t sugarcoat anything, he didn’t care about what you had to say about it. I didn’t understand what happened, or how it had happened, or what. I remember falling asleep, but I don’t remember when. But I do know the answer to Ratchet’s question. I nodded my head slowly.

“Jesus,” Ratchet said, looking away then. Prime’s grip tightened on the bed, and I didn’t look up as Ironhide looked at me, slowly bending down to meet my gaze.

“Bells?” he asked in a calm voice. I looked away, fighting the tears forming in my eyes. “Bells. It’s okay, sweetspark. But the next question I am going to ask you you have to answer honestly. Do you understand me?” I nodded, still not meeting the mech’s gaze. “Look at me,” I raised my eyes to his optics. “Did he pressure you into it, in anyway?”

I looked away as the tears flowed out. I wanted to lie. I wanted to tell him yes. I wanted to protect Jacob. My boyfriend. My love. I cared for him, and he didn’t know any better. I didn’t say no. I never once said no. But I also didn’t say yes. I didn’t want to, but he kept asking, and asking, and he would get disappointed when I said no.

I nodded my head slowly.

Ironhide nodded his hand with a grunt, and stood and walked out the door. With tears in my eyes, I looked to Optimus Prime, who was still angrily gripping the frame of the bed. I looked over at Ratchet, who was working on the human sized computer in the corner. I couldn’t make out what he was looking at, so I turned my attention back to Optimus.

“What’s wrong?” I asked quietly, and hesitantly.

“Besides the fact that the human that I let in hurt my best friend?” Prime growled, then he hesitated. He looked down, and took a deep breath. “Bells,.” he said, his optics raising back up to meet mine, with nothing but concern and love in them. “You’re with child.”