Heading towards his own quarters, Skyfire passed the lounge the human occupants of the Ark had taken over as their own. As a rule, the jet tended to mind his own business, but when Carly and Spike had announced that she was pregnant, Skyfire had been consumed with curiousity. He'd searched the internet for information about human pregnancy and was eager to discuss various things he'd found with Carly. So, as he passed he glanced in hoping that Carly was present.

What he saw made him pause in his tracks. Or, more accurately, screech to a halt and stare. A beer bottle rested on the coffee table next to Carly's bag.

One of the pieces of information he'd gleened was that it was inadvisable, no, dangerous for pregnant women to consume alcohol. It was harmful to the developing baby.

He grimaced and stepped into the room, looking around. Carly wasn't there. He glanced down at the bottle, wondering if he should throw it away. He knew he was going to speak to Carly about it. He gently plucked up the tiny bottle between his finger careful not to break it and stared at it.

"Skyfire? What are you doing here?" Carly's voice interrupted his thoughts. "What's that?"

He turned feeling slightly guilty at the intrusion but still upset at his discovery. She was adjusting her shirt.

"I...uh...it's..." He held out the bottle and she craned her neck to see it and waited for him to continue.

"I'm sorry, I saw it and I...well, I got a little worried."

Her eyebrows rose in surprise and then she grinned at him. "You were worried? That I was drinking beer? Skyfire, that's...that's so sweet. Thank you."

"So you weren't drinking this?"

"No, it's not mine. Sparkplug left it there. I was going to throw it away but...well, if you knew that I shouldn't be drinking beer then you probably know that we need frequent bathroom trips. I was coming back to get rid of it."

"That's good to know," he said, relieved. "So...how're things going?"