As I headed for Limburger Tower, I was being buzzed on my helmet comm. "Yo!", I said, riding down the road.

"Hey girl, what's crackin'?", Jazz asked.

"Hey J-man, what's up?", I replied.

Nothin', just chillin'. Where you at, chica?", replied Jazz.

"Chicago, why?", I asked.

"Blaster, your kids and I are going to a concert in Nevada. We were wondering if you wanted to go with", Jazz said.

"Did you clear it with Optimus?", I asked.

"Yep. He said we could take the boys. So, you wanna go? It's a Metallica concert", said Jazz.

"For as tempting as it is, I'll have to decline, Jazz. I have a long road trip back with Throttle, Vinnie and his twin sister. Rain check?", I asked.

"Sure, no prob. Later", Jazz said.

"Later", I said. Then I cut the line.

About 10 min. later, I arrived at Limburger Tower. I stopped at the base of the tower and weighed my options. A) I could ride up the side of the tower and crash through the window and grill the reeking stink fish or B) park the bike and walk in and ask to see Limburger. I decided to go with option B. I'm more civilized than the guys.

After I parked the bike, I walked into the main lobby and up to the receptionist. "Excuse me, but I'm looking for Mr. Limburger", I said.

The receptionist looked up at me and saw what I was. "Yes, I'm a giant mouse. All I want to do is see your boss, Lawrence Limburger. What floor is he on, ma'am?", I asked.

"Top floor, first door on your right. Would you like me to tell him you're here?", Stephanie said.

"That won't be necessary, ma'am. I don't have an appointment", I said. Then I took the elevator to the top floor.

Once the elevator reached the top floor, the doors opened and I turned to my right and there was Limburger's office door. I knocked on it, then opened it. "Excuse me, Mr. Limburger? May I come in and speak with you?", I asked.

I noticed he had his mask off. He was about to put it back on, but I stopped him. "No need for the disguise, Limburger. I know what you are. And there's no need for your goons or your weapon that you're holding under the desk. I just want some answers, that's all", I said.

"You're one of those blasted mice, yet you're a civilized mouse", Limburger said.

"Yes, I'm a civilized mouse, but if you back me into a corner, I will retaliate. All I want to know is if a tan mouse came here. He's probably in his 40's or 50's", I said.

"Ah yes, I know of the mouse you speak of. He is Karbunkle's lab assistant. I'll take you to see him, if you like", said Limburger.

"That won't be necessary, Limburger. I just wanted to know if he was here. Thank you", I said. Then I turned around and walked out of his office.

As I left the building parking lot, I could tell someone was following me by the feeling I had deep down. I didn't think Limburger would send one of his goons after me. Especially Greasepit. I was in no mood for a fight, especially today.

I made short work of his POS bike and headed to Quigley Field to see how everyone was doing and to straighten out Stoker for making me think I wasn't good enough for Throttle.

Once there, I immediately took down Stoker and started beating him. Both Throttle and Vinnie couldn't believe what they were seeing. Throttle had to stop Vinnie from attacking me. Vinnie looked at Throttle. "You try to stop her and you'll wind up with something broken. I'd hate to see you hurt, Vin. And I know Harley would hate to see you hurt, as well. She still cares for you", Throttle said.

Vinnie went slack when Throttle mentioned that Harley still cared for him. That's when Throttle let go of him. Vinnie turned around and dropped his head down. "I…I had no idea that she still cared about me. Especially after what I said to her. I said some pretty bad things to her", Vinnie said, as he raised his head up. He had tears in his eyes.

After I was done beating the holy hell out of Stoker, I looked over at Vinnie and Throttle. I noticed that Vinnie was crying. I got up and walked over to them. "Hey Vin, what's wrong?", I asked.

"Can Vinnie borrow the bike, love? He needs to go talk to Harley at the garage", said Throttle.

"Yeah, no prob. Go on, Vin. Go see her", I said. Vinnie hugged me then got on Sweetheart and took off to the Last Chance Garage.

I started to walk up the stairs in the stadium and up to the scoreboard. I wanted some alone time, but that wasn't to be. Throttle managed to catch up with me as I made it to the door. "Wolf, sweetie, is everything ok?", Throttle asked.

I looked at him with tears in my eyes. "What's bothering you this bad that would bring you to tears, love? Is it Little Throttle? Do you miss him?", asked Throttle.

I nodded my head then threw my arms around his neck and cried even harder. Throttle opened the door and lead me inside. He closed the door shortly after he was inside.

He guided me over to the couch and sat me down, then sat down next to me. I leaned my head against his shoulder as he wrapped his left arm around me.

"I'll call your dad and have him send someone to get you. After I make the call, I'm going to hit the shower", Throttle said.

I looked up at him. "Please stay, Throttle. I don't like being alone", I said.

"I think my shower can wait for a little longer. At least 'til you get picked up", said Throttle, as he took the cell phone out of his vest pocket. He dialed my dad's private number and waited for my dad to answer.

"I'm a bit busy, Wolf. Can you make this call quick?", asked Prime.

"This isn't Wolf. It's Throttle", he said.

"I do apologize, Throttle, but I had given this number to her. The only reason you would call me is if there's something wrong with her", Optimus said.

"In a way, there is something wrong with her. About 15 min. ago, she broke down and cried. I think the loss of Little Throttle finally hit her. I'm hoping you can send someone to come get her", said Throttle.

"I'll send Ratchet to get her. In the meantime, keep her calm and out of trouble, please", said Prime.

"I can keep her calm, but keeping her out of trouble is another story. She already took out Stoker from 2 yrs. ago. He had called her a hybrid freak of nature. It was payback for what he called her. And quite frankly sir, I think Stoker deserved what he got", Throttle said.

"Normally, I would agree, but in this instance, I don't. She instigated the fight. I don't go for that kind of thing. I will talk to her about that", Optimus said.

"I'd wait 'til she's had time to grieve properly. I think she's been in denial since Little Throttle was laid to rest. She didn't want to believe that he was dead. I was the same way when my little brother, Torque, died. I think she needs to talk about him in order to get past the denial stage", said Throttle.

"Has there been anything else bothering her as of late, Throttle?", asked Prime.

"Other than missing Little Throttle, not that I know of. Why do you ask?", Throttle replied.

"No reason. I have to get back to work. Have her ready to go when Ratchet arrives", Optimus said.

"I will, sir. Have a good day", said Throttle.

"You as well, Throttle", Prime said. Then Throttle hung up the phone.

Cybertron. Magnus' apt. Prowl had just arrived to talk with Magnus about taking Charlene to Earth to meet her stepfather, Optimus Prime. Magnus had just gotten back to his place and saw Prowl getting ready to leave. "Well, if it isn't my old partner from the force. How are you, Prowl?", Magnus asked.

"I'm doing well, Magnus. And yourself?", Prowl replied.

"Can't complain", said Magnus.

"Would you mind if I took your daughter to Earth to meet Optimus? Wolf is in Chicago and won't be back for sometime", said Prowl.

"Let's find out if she's here", Magnus said, as he unlocked the door.

They walked in and got blasted with heavy metal music. Neither Prowl nor Magnus could hear themselves think, let alone talk at a normal volume.

Prowl waited downstairs while Magnus went upstairs to tell his daughter to turn the music down. Magnus opened the door and Charlene looked his way. She turned the stereo off. "Sorry daddy. I wasn't expecting you home 'til later today", Charlene said.

"That's ok, Princess. I'd like you to come downstairs and meet a friend of mine", said Magnus.

"I would, but I have to study for my finals tomorrow", said Charlene.

"What classes are you taking?", Prowl asked, standing in the doorway. Both Magnus and Charlene looked at Prowl.

"Is this your friend, dad?", Charlene asked.

"Yes, it is. Charlene, this is Prowl. Prowl, this is my daughter, Charlene", Magnus said.

They both nodded to each other. "As to your question about the classes I'm taking. I'm taking criminal justice and first responder classes at the college", said Charlene.

"Very good choices, Charlene. Do you have a career in mind after college?", asked Prowl.

"Call me Charley and I'm deciding between a lawyer, a police officer or EMT", Charley said.

"You don't look like a Charley. Charlene, yes. Charley, no. If you decide to become a police officer, let me know. I can put in a good word to the chief. I did for your uncle Sideswipe", Prowl said.

"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, Prowl. Were my uncles as bad as I've heard around the college?", asked Charley.

"Depends on what you heard. I can tell you right now, your uncle Sunstreaker was a medic before his untimely death", said Prowl, who was trying to keep it together.

Magnus noticed that something was bothering his friend. "We'll let you get back to studying, Princess. There's another time you can meet your step father", said Magnus. Then he steered Prowl out of Charlene's room and back downstairs.

Back on Earth. Ratchet had just shown up in Chicago. He had to call Throttle to see where to pick me up. He picked up the cell phone to see who was calling before he answered it.

"Yes Ratchet", Throttle said.

"Damn caller ID", Ratchet said. Throttle chuckled.

"Anyway. I'm calling cause I don't know where to pick her up. Where are you?", asked Ratchet.

"Lock onto the GPS chip in the phone. It'll lead you to where we are. And please hurry, Ratchet. Wolf has gone totally postal", said Throttle.

"In what way?", Ratchet asked.

"As in she's tearin' up the scoreboard. I've been tryin' for the past 2 hrs. to calm her down. She nearly threw me out of the scoreboard and onto the field. And that's a long way down", Throttle said.

"That's attempted murder, my friend. Physically, she's there, but mentally, she's not. I've seen that before. I'll be there shortly. In the meantime, keep trying to calm her down", said Ratchet.

"I'll try, but no guarantee, though", said Throttle. Then he ended the call, but left the phone on cause of the GPS chip.

10 min. later, Ratchet showed up. He activated his holoform and walked up to the scoreboard. "I see you got her calm. That's good", Ratchet said.

"I had to sedate her. Good thing I'm an excellent sharp shooter", said Throttle.

"You shot her?", asked Ratchet.

"With a sedative, Ratchet. I would never kill her. Her father would hunt me down and take my head", Throttle said.

"He wouldn't be the only one, Throttle. I am her guardian", Ratchet said.

"I remember. Just please help her, Ratchet", said Throttle.

"I will. I'll take her back to Autobot HQ and run some tests on her to see what's wrong. I'll let you know when I find out", said Ratchet.

"Thank you, Ratchet. I hope she can be helped", Throttle said.

Then Ratchet picked me up and carried me down to his vehicle mode. Throttle watched from the scoreboard as Ratchet gently laid me down in the back. He prayed that I got better.

An hour after Ratchet left, Vanessa and her boyfriend walked into the scoreboard to see what was going on and why was there an ambulance here.