kinkfest | Unexpected (Transformers G1, Bluestreak/Smokescreen, G)

Title: Unexpected
Author:

manga_queen
Rating: G
Warnings: Mpreg. Many run-on sentences.
Word Count: 468
Prompt: Transformers (G1), Bluestreak/Smokescreen: mpreg - "Well, *that* was unexpected."
A/N: I'm sorry it's late. School and other things caught up with me, and I didn't have a chance to post it before now.

Bluestreak groaned as he woke; he looked around for his lover, only to find no one else there. He knew Smokescreen had to go get to work, but he wished the other was there with him. He felt ill, and he couldn't figure out why. "Maybe I should see Ratchet," he muttered, slowly getting up. He didn't even really pay attention to when he'd started walking, but, next he knew, he was at the med bay entrance.

"What is it?" Ratchet growled, still annoyed that he'd just had to repair Bluestreak a few solar cycles before, and the gunner was already back. "Did you manage to get yourself injured again already?"

"N-no." Bluestreak leaned against the wall, dizzy. "'m not feeling well. I came out of recharge feeling really really ill and I don't know why because I haven't had any high grade or done anything unusual recently."

"On the berth." Ratchet watched Bluestreak get on the berth, frowning. He took scans of the gunner, reading them several times before putting them on the display. "It appears...that you're pregnant, Bluestreak." He watched the Datsun, waiting for some sort of response.

Bluestreak stared at the results Ratchet had up on the display. He didn't know how, or why, it had happened, but there was no denying the results. He fidgeted nervously, looking over at the Medic. "What am I supposed to say to him?" he asked, barely managing to squeak the words out. "How am I supposed to tell him?" Bluestreak paced the room nervously. "Primus I don't know what to do or what to say and he might not like the news so he'd be angry with me and--"

"He won't be angry," Ratchet said, sighing. "I'm sure Smokescreen will be happy. After all, it can't be helped that it happened, and you shouldn't feel bad about it, either." He put a hand on the gunner's shoulder. "Smokescreen just commed me. He said he's on his way here right now."

"Nonononono. If he comes and finds out he might not be happy about it and I can't do anything about it."

"Why won't I be happy?" Smokescreen asked, entering the med bay slowly, looked from Ratchet to Bluestreak, and back again.

"Bluestreak is pregnant," Ratchet answered calmly. "With your Sparkling." He watched as Smokescreen fell to the ground, unconscious, and sighed; he shook his head when Bluestreak rushed over to the Datsun. "Well, that was unexpected. Prowl didn't even react like that when he found out Jazz was pregnant." He helped the conscious Datsun get Smokescreen onto a table. "Get some rest, Blue. I'll let you know when he comes to." He watched the gunner leave, sighed as he waited for the other to wake and hoped that Smokescreen wouldn't faint again when he repeated the news.