Arcee: You let Airachnid do the disclaimer?!
Me: You and Miko were busy!
Arcee: But she's Airachnid!
Me: If you don't kill me you can do the disclaimer.
Arcee: Fine, but keep that eight-legged freak out of here from now on.
Me: Deal!
Arcee: Darth's Daughter doesn't own Transformers Prime or the characters. She does own Joanna. By the way, is she going to make it? Jack wanted to know so he could know if he needs to buy a suit.
Me: Wait and see! Jeez, these guys won't leave me alone! Well, enjoy.
*Optimus Prime*
We don't hear anything about Joanna for the next week. Every day I am more afraid I will never see her again, never hear her laugh, never see her launch herself out of her shop, so eager to get to base. I spend most of my time out driving, unable to stand how quiet the base seems without Joanna blasting her music, blowing things up, or upgrading her gun while telling us about pranks she played on the Decepticons.
I'm coming back from my drive, and I see June's car. I quickly transform and approach her. "Nurse Darby, how is Joanna?"
June gives a sad smile. "I have good news and bad news. The good news is, she's gonna pull through. Joanna woke up yesterday, and she'll be home in a month."
I am so relieved. She's going to be ok. Then I remember she said there was bad news. "What is the bad news?"
June looks very sad and sighs. "As you saw, her legs were badly damaged. If the doctors are correct, she'll be paralyzed from the waist down for the rest of her life."
I'm shocked. "She'll... never be able to walk again?"
"I'm afraid not..." June looks truly upset. "We haven't told her yet, but we have to soon. And something tells me she won't take it well."
I know that to be true. Joanna will be incredibly upset to know she will be unable to fight Decepticons again. She will be devestated...
*Joanna Black*
I hate hospitals. A week ago, I woke up, just out of surgery, in insane amounts of agonizing pain. I mean, more painful than Breakdown's jokes, and his jokes have made people cry. Then, I was put under again, finally woke up with no pain yesterday, and now I'm bored. There is only so much YouTube one girl can watch. Just as I'm about to lose my mind, Nurse Darby and Agent Fowler come into my room. "Oh thank Primus, you're here to bust me out!"
Fowler smirks. "I'm afraid not, Jo."
"Aw!"
June chuckles. "Don't worry, you only have to stay here a month."
"A month?! I'll go crazy! C'mon, I wanna fight 'Cons and get Megsie back for sticking me here!"
June and Fowler look at each other, and I get worried. They've got that 'oh crap, we've gotta tell her something she won't like' look. Fowler turns to me. "Joanna, I have bad news about your... condition."
"What, am I gonna have really ugly scars or something?"
Fowler looks uncomfortable. "Not exactly."
"Well, what is it? It can't be that bad."
Fowler sighs. "Joanna, you won't be fighting the Decepticons again."
I stare at him. "What?! Of course I will! I'll always fight 'Cons!"
"No, I'm afraid not. I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you will be paralyzed from the waist down, for the rest of your life."
"SAY WHAT?!" I'm horrified. I can never walk again?! That can't happen! "No! That can't be right!" I try to get, up, to prove them wrong, but a sharp pain shoots up my spine. It's true... I can't walk... June's trying to help, to ease the pain and calm me down, but nothing can help me now. I can't walk, I can't fight, and working on cars will be much harder. My days amoung the Autobot ranks as a warrior are over.
(AN: Cue the sad, dramatic music and end credits. NOT! More will come. Please review, and I'll update really soon!)
