a/n: im bored today. Christmas vacation seems to drip by so slowly but b4
you know it its gone and -whoosh- it's back to school for you. ,-_- *sigh*
oh well, here it goes. another chapter. plz review. than-q.
Chapter 4
Trice is Nice
"So what'd I miss?" Alexis pried. She really had hated missing that day's mission, even if she had helped the girl find a name. It wasn't her real name but at least it was something they could call her.
"Hmm, oh!" Hot Shot suddenly realized. "Alexis, Emrial, meet the new guy on the team. This is my buddy Smokescreen." He introduced the girls to the new big and orange 'bot.
"Hi, how ya' doing?" Smokescreen smiled kindly down upon the investigative girls.
"Hi. I'm Alexis." Alexis waved back at him.
Emrial felt alone amidst the warmth that was passing between the group of friends. She felt left out, like she was a stranger looking in from the outside.
Optimus Prime noticed the sad look in her eyes and suddenly thought of something that he had found. Red had informed him that the girl had little to no memory and he just remembered something that might bring her memory back to her.
"Emrial." He beckoned. "Come with me, I have something to show you."
Everyone followed their leader into another room where lay a pile of crushed metal.
"Old Red!" Emrial suddenly called out as she came upon what once was her three- wheeler.
"I beg your pardon?" Red Alert questioned.
Tears came to Emrial's eyes as she gripped one of the handlebars. "Old Red." She whispered reverently as she thumbed the gas button. She looked up at Optimus. "He was my trusted three-wheeler, my little red Honda baby. What did you do to him?"
Optimus scratched the back of his neck and sighed. "I sort of stepped on 'him.'"
"What? How could you do such a thing?" It hurt Optimus to see how quickly he had broken her trust.
"It was an accident, I swear." He waved his hands as if to calm her raging anger. "I'm sure that Red Alert can fix it."
"Actually, sir." Red Alert stepped up to examine the metal scrap heap. "I've never seen a three-wheeler before. I wouldn't know where to start."
That didn't help the situation. Emrial almost lost control of her emotions. She knelt on the floor grasping what was left of her faithful steed.
"Hey, it'll be alright. You don't need a three-wheeler anymore. You've got us." Rad walked up beside her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Beep bleep beep beep." Emrial's mini con stepped up and scanned the situation. Things whirled inside his head and suddenly he was transforming.
Emrial looked up, tears of gratitude in her eyes. Her mini con had transformed into a three-wheeler.
"Aww. Ain't that sweet." Smokescreen quipped as he nudged Hot Shot who was just smiling as Emrial sat upon her new ride.
"Thank you." She whispered as she pressed the starter button and all cheered as the engine roared.
"What are you going to name him?" Carlos asked, coming up to examine the deep emerald green three-wheeler, which indeed made a spectacular sight.
Emrial drummed the seat cushion with her fingers as she thought a moment. "How about Trice?" She questioned, grinning back at Carlos.
"Hmm? Why Trice?" He didn't get the point.
Emrial shrugged. "Oh I don't know, he's a three-wheeler, he has three wheels, makes sense to me." She said sarcastically sending most of the room into a spasm of laughter.
"What? I don't get you guys." Carlos sighed.
As Optimus laughed on the outside, inside a pang of hope was struck up. If the girl remembered the name of her three-wheeler of all things, maybe there was a chance that she'd remember some other stuff too.
a/n: I hope you liked this chapter. plz review and have a great day. ^_^
Chapter 4
Trice is Nice
"So what'd I miss?" Alexis pried. She really had hated missing that day's mission, even if she had helped the girl find a name. It wasn't her real name but at least it was something they could call her.
"Hmm, oh!" Hot Shot suddenly realized. "Alexis, Emrial, meet the new guy on the team. This is my buddy Smokescreen." He introduced the girls to the new big and orange 'bot.
"Hi, how ya' doing?" Smokescreen smiled kindly down upon the investigative girls.
"Hi. I'm Alexis." Alexis waved back at him.
Emrial felt alone amidst the warmth that was passing between the group of friends. She felt left out, like she was a stranger looking in from the outside.
Optimus Prime noticed the sad look in her eyes and suddenly thought of something that he had found. Red had informed him that the girl had little to no memory and he just remembered something that might bring her memory back to her.
"Emrial." He beckoned. "Come with me, I have something to show you."
Everyone followed their leader into another room where lay a pile of crushed metal.
"Old Red!" Emrial suddenly called out as she came upon what once was her three- wheeler.
"I beg your pardon?" Red Alert questioned.
Tears came to Emrial's eyes as she gripped one of the handlebars. "Old Red." She whispered reverently as she thumbed the gas button. She looked up at Optimus. "He was my trusted three-wheeler, my little red Honda baby. What did you do to him?"
Optimus scratched the back of his neck and sighed. "I sort of stepped on 'him.'"
"What? How could you do such a thing?" It hurt Optimus to see how quickly he had broken her trust.
"It was an accident, I swear." He waved his hands as if to calm her raging anger. "I'm sure that Red Alert can fix it."
"Actually, sir." Red Alert stepped up to examine the metal scrap heap. "I've never seen a three-wheeler before. I wouldn't know where to start."
That didn't help the situation. Emrial almost lost control of her emotions. She knelt on the floor grasping what was left of her faithful steed.
"Hey, it'll be alright. You don't need a three-wheeler anymore. You've got us." Rad walked up beside her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Beep bleep beep beep." Emrial's mini con stepped up and scanned the situation. Things whirled inside his head and suddenly he was transforming.
Emrial looked up, tears of gratitude in her eyes. Her mini con had transformed into a three-wheeler.
"Aww. Ain't that sweet." Smokescreen quipped as he nudged Hot Shot who was just smiling as Emrial sat upon her new ride.
"Thank you." She whispered as she pressed the starter button and all cheered as the engine roared.
"What are you going to name him?" Carlos asked, coming up to examine the deep emerald green three-wheeler, which indeed made a spectacular sight.
Emrial drummed the seat cushion with her fingers as she thought a moment. "How about Trice?" She questioned, grinning back at Carlos.
"Hmm? Why Trice?" He didn't get the point.
Emrial shrugged. "Oh I don't know, he's a three-wheeler, he has three wheels, makes sense to me." She said sarcastically sending most of the room into a spasm of laughter.
"What? I don't get you guys." Carlos sighed.
As Optimus laughed on the outside, inside a pang of hope was struck up. If the girl remembered the name of her three-wheeler of all things, maybe there was a chance that she'd remember some other stuff too.
a/n: I hope you liked this chapter. plz review and have a great day. ^_^