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ove Beyond Memories: Phase One
~By Gina-chan~
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etstorm?" I called out uncertainly. A figure walked closer.
"I'm back, Gina-babe," Jetstorm replied, flashing me a smile. I felt a tear roll down my cheek.
"Jetstorm!" I
cried, running into his arms.
"It'll be alright," he said
soothingly, rubbing my back. I sobbed into his blue shirt.
"It's been too long," I whimpered,
looking up at Jetstorm. He nodded, and leaned down to kiss me…
I
abruptly sat up in my bed. I sighed. It had only been a dream. A corny one, but
still just a dream. Damn. It had been three years since Jetstorm had been taken
from me. Our baby had been born, just as he had predicted, and named Windstorm.
How he had known so quickly that I was pregnant, and that it was a girl, I
never knew, but I guessed that he had some sort of sensor or something.
I rubbed a
tear out of my eye and swung my legs over the side of the bed.
I wish
there was some way to get him back, I thought. It wasn't possible. Megatron
erased all of his memories of me. That pissed me off. So even if I found
Cybertron and Jetstorm, he wouldn't have a clue who I was.
I had finally
sold the temple. I was kind of sad to let it go; it was where I grew up, after
all, and was one of the last memories I had of Stefan, the man who raised me.
But I also was relived. I didn't have the burden of taking care of it, and now
I had time to pursue my life long dream of becoming an author. Not that it was
making much more money, but at least I was enjoying it. I also wanted to try
and get rid of the memories Jetstorm and I shared there. I never want to forget
Jetstorm, but it was too painful to live there anymore. So Windstorm and I had
moved to an apartment.
I slowly
moved from my bedroom to the kitchen. I grabbed a piece of bread and stuck it
in the toaster. Windstorm was still in her room sleeping.
Just like
her mom, I mused. I hadn't been able to sleep in lately; all these dreams
of Jetstorm woke me up, and then I can't get back to sleep. I walked over to
the radio on the counter and switched it on.
Some radio drama, J-pop music, and the news…the toast popped
out of the toaster. I walked back over to it, leaving the news on.
"In the
news this morning…" I tuned it out, as I buttered my toast. My ears perked
up, though, when I heard something that caught my ear.
"Three
years ago, scientists claimed to have track a dimensional space portal. Now
that claim has been proven true when late last night, scientists in a Tokyo
laboratory opened the portal up again. It is yet untested, though, so they are
looking for anyone willing to take such a huge risk and test it. The number is
06562-4164. In other news, a gang…"
I looked down at the number on a scrap piece of paper. It
had to be. Three years ago, Jetstorm came here from Cybertron. It wasn't
anywhere on this planet, so it very well could be in another dimension! I
grinned. I was willing to take any risk to find Jetstorm. I munched down my
toast and turned off the radio. I picked up the phone, sighed deeply, and then
dialed the numbers. The phone rang twice, then someone picked up.
"Hello?" a
male voice greeted.
"Um, hi. I
heard on the radio about a tester for the space portal thing…" I trailed off.
"Are you
serious?" the man asked, amazed.
"Yes," I said
wholeheartedly.
"O-okay," the
man replied. "What's your name?"
"Gina
Yitsurugi," I said.
"Alright…you
do know that there are many risks involved, and that you may not come out
alive, right?" he asked.
"Yes," I
replied.
"Good, good!"
he said happily. "The lab is located on 1759 Magnolia Street, in case you
didn't know. Try to be here as soon as possible, okay? See you soon!"
"Bye," I
replied, and hung up the phone. Magnolia Street…that was only a block away!
What luck! I couldn't help but smile as I woke up Windstorm.
"Windstorm?
Get up honey, mommy has someplace she needs to be," I said, gently shaking her
awake.
"Eh?" she
said, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. "Mommy!" Windstorm greeted me
cheerfully, holding out her arms.
Windstorm had
light blue hair and brown eyes, with flicks of red throughout them. The doctors
could never figure out her hair. I told them it was from her father's side.
They just looked at me strangely.
I picked up
Windstorm and carried her into the kitchen.
"Yeay!" Windstorm cheered happily as I set her down
in her chair.
"Now what
does Windstorm want for breakfast?" I asked.
"Cheerios!"
Windstorm said. I poured her a bowl of Cheerios and she ate gleefully. After
she finished I took her in her room and helped her get dressed. I put Windstorm
in her playpen as I took a quick shower and got dressed. We left our apartment
together, and headed on our way.
A few minutes
later we arrived at the Tokyo Laboratory. I picked up Windstorm and we walked
in.
"Can I help
you?" a lady behind a desk greeted.
"Um, yea. I
called earlier about testing the portal thing…" I trailed off.
"Really?" she
sounded surprised. "Wow…well I suppose they're waiting for you down in the lab.
Take the elevator down to B3," she said.
"Thanks," I
said, walking quickly to the elevators. Windstorm and I got in one and pressed
the button to B3. I shifted nervously as the stupid elevator music played in
the background.
"Mommy…where
are we going?" Windstorm asked curiously.
"We're going
to a laboratory where mommy's gonna test something new," I tried to explain in
words that a two and a half year old would understand. Windstorm nodded.
"Cool!"
Windstorm said, smiling. The elevator dinged and the door opened. I set
Windstorm down and we walked out.
"Welcome!" a
scientist greeted, walking up to us. I noticed he was the same man I had talked
to on the phone.
"Hi," I
greeted back uncertainly. He thrust out his hand.
"I'm Dr.
Himo, but you can call me Mr. Dave," he introduced himself. I shook his hand.
"Gina."
"Well, Gina,
you must be pretty daring if you wanted to test this thing out," he said,
walking over to what must be the portal. I shrugged.
"I was
surprised you actually called. I was afraid I was gonna have to do it myself,"
Mr. Dave said. I looked at him skeptically.
"Not that I
was expecting many problems," he said quickly. Mr. Dave looked down at
Windstorm.
"But if
something was to happen to me while I was in the portal, there would be no one
to record my discoveries or explain things about the portal," he explained.
"So you won't
be able to contact me while I'm in the portal?" I questioned.
"Correct."
"Sooo…you'll
watch Windstorm while I'm in the portal, right?" I asked. Mr. Dave nodded.
"Windstorm…that's
a unique name…" Mr. Dave trailed off.
"Her father
named her," I explained.
"Oh. So if
anything were…er…to happen, I'll contact him, right?" Mr. Dave asked
uncomfortably. I paused. What would Windstorm do if something were to happen to
me? I decided to go with my feelings.
"Yea," I said, Windstorm looking a
bit confused and surprised. "So…can we get started?" I asked impatiently.
"Oh! Yes.
Just come over here," he said, motioning towards the portal.
"Windstorm?
Mommy's going to go some place for a bit. You're going to stay here with Mr. Dave,
okay?" I asked, bending down to her level. She nodded and I walked toward the
portal.
"So I just
walk through it?" I asked, a little uncertain, a little scared. Mr. Dave
nodded.
"See ya," I
said, walking closer, and closer to the portal.
"Good luck,"
were the last words I heard as I was seemingly sucked into the portal to
another world.