AN: I thought part 3 was hard to jot down, but this one was even more difficult to write. I wanted to tie everything together and end it on a high note and I hope I succeeded with that. I am really strangely proud of myself that I managed to actually finish a multi/chaptered story.
So yeah, this is the end. I hope you all enjoyed this story and if you have, I cannot beg you enough to write a review.

Warnings: Spoilers for Transformers 3: Dark Side of the Moon. Strong language, violence and death.

Part 4: In labor.

"Shit, shit, shit." Mikaela muttered under her breath as she steered the car away from another burning wreck.

"Calm down." Cindy warned her, as she stared ahead at the road.

"Me, calm down? I should be telling you that, you're the one giving birth in the middle of a war zone." They were almost free of the city, but somehow Mikaela felt more nervous and anxious then she did before.

"Yeah, but you're the one having a panic attack." Cindy countered, before clutching her stomach in pain.

"Okay, okay." Mikaela said, trying to pull herself back together again. She had already saved them from a fiery death in a coffee shop, fixed and stole a car from her workplace, picked up a mute kid and evaded a deadly Decepticon by playing hide and seek with it that day. Surely she could find some time and energy to deliver a baby as well.

No big deal, right? It happened in movies all the time. Some inexperienced dweeb would help deliver some baby in a time of crisis. You just let the mother squish your hand to mush and told her to push. Except Mikaela was pretty sure that that wasn't how it was done and knew that if she tried to deliver this baby both it and Cindy could get hurt, or even worse.

"We need to get to an hospital or a doctor or something." Mikaela said, stating the obvious. If there were still hospitals, of course. If the Decepticons hadn't taken over the entire world and turned it all into a burning pile of rubble.

"I'd really like that." Cindy winced.

They turned a corner and suddenly there were people up ahead walking on the side of the road. Most of them were covered in dirt, some were clutching their injuries. They passed a man carrying and elderly woman on his back.

"There are more survivors." Cindy gasped and Mikaela knew exactly what she meant by that. Driving through the abandoned city, with so much destruction surrounding them, it was hard not to wonder if they were the only ones. If the entire city wasn't dead. Mikaela was glad to see that that wasn't true.

Driving past the wounded survivors Mikaela wanted to stop and let as many into the car as she could fit, but Cindy started moaning again and to her horror Mikaela saw red stains appear in her lap.

"Cindy, oh god, you're bleeding."

"That's normal right?" The waitress asked, leaning her head back. Her eyes seemed glazed over.

"I don't know." But she was sure that it wasn't. The rest of the survivors could wait, she had to get Cindy to a doctor fast. Mikaela prayed for a miracle, for something to go right that day and it did.

There was a roadblock up ahead and beyond it tents and cars were sprawled, there was even a tank and some choppers. It was the military. They were here. The world was not lost. Relief washed over her and she glanced at Cindy who seemed to just stare blankly ahead.

"Cindy?" she asked carefully, afraid that the waitress would not answer back.

"I love a man in uniform." She replied, smiling tightly and Mikaela let go of the breath she was holding. She drove up to the road block and jumped out of the car. A young soldier, who couldn't have been any older then she was jogged up to her.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" He asked, glancing at her and at the car.

"I need a medic, or someone, I don't..." She realized she was out of breath and shaking."My friend, she's in labor and she's bleeding. I don't know if it's bad."

The soldier stared at her wide eyed for a moment then he turned and ran into a tent that was marked with a red cross. Mikaela went over to the passengerside door and pulled it open, catching Cindy as she stumbled out.

"We're almost there, just hold the little bugger in for one more moment."

Cindy let out a chortled laugh at that, as she clutched at her arms. "Easier said then done, sweetie." She doubled over in pain and squeezed her arms so hard Mikaela was sure she was gonna break her bones.

Then the medics were beside her, supporting Cindy and leading her to the tent. For a moment her eyes met Cindy's and she smiled bravely now and mouthed some words which Mikaela assumed were: thank you. Then they entered the tent, out of sight.

The young soldier was carrying the silent little girl and Mikaela ran up to him.

"Were are you taking her?"

"Into the safe zone, we have food and shelter there. You should come too, it's safer there, you can rest and leave this all behind you." He replied kindly, holding out his free hand.

Mikaela glanced back at her car. She was still shaking from all the adrenaline that soared trough her body. Food. Shelter. Safety. Rest. She couldn't even begin to describe how much she longed for all of that. And yet ... something tugged at her heart. She had done so much that day, but it didn't feel like it had been enough. She had to do more.

"No, you take her, keep her safe. I can't."

No Autobots, no gun, no Sam. But she had car. She, Mikaela Banes, a former car thief and grease monkey. She had risked her life a dozen times already that day. But it wasn't enough. Those people on the side of the road needed her help too.

"I've got work to do." She got back into the car and reversed it, heading back into the fray.