After Throttle hung up, he looked at me and smiled. "All taken care, stud?"

"Yep. I was a bit shocked when he told me that he would rather be your father, anyway. All in all, I'm glad we're trying to work things out like we should have years ago."

I went to say something, but thought better of it. I really didn't want to start a fight with him. I knew what would have happened if I had said anything. I'd leave, and he would start drinking and doing drugs. I can't have that. Not after the last time.

I got up and went to my mini fridge and grabbed a couple more root beers. Pop the tops off and brought one over for Throttle. I handed it to him. I set mine down on the coffee table. I really wasn't in the mood for another root beer. Throttle could tell something was wrong with me.

"You ok, Wolf? You seem to be…preoccupied."

I sat back in the sofa and looked at him. "Very observant of you. You can have the other root beer. I'm not in the mood for it now. A cup of coffee sounds good right now. By chance, do you know if Vanessa and her fiancé have gotten married yet?"

"I'm not sure. Let me get a hold of Vinnie and find out." Then he picked up the cell phone and called Vinnie.

"Hey bro, what's up?"

"Hey Vin. Wolf was wondering if your twin sis has gotten married yet."

"Actually, they called off the wedding. 'Nessa called Greg and another woman answered his cell phone. And it wasn't Harley, Carbine or your mom. And I know it wasn't Charley-girl. She's there with you guys."

"So, who was it that Greg was with?"

"No clue, but my sis is beyond pissed. She's livid. We're here at the garage talking with your mom, Harley and Carbine."

"Cool. Tell my mom I love her and that I would like her to call me later tonight."

"I'll do that, bro. I gotta get going. Harley wants me to take her out to lunch."

"Wow. You 2 must be real serious then. Way to go, Vinnie. I'm glad that talk we had on the way back to Mars, really sunk in."

"Of course it did, Throttle. I was actually listening to what you said."

"Go take your girl to lunch, Vin. I wanna know how it went, though."

"Later Throttle."

After that call was done, Throttle laid the phone on the coffee table again. He didn't even notice that I was out of sight. I had gone into my room and got dressed in the clothes that my dad had given me.

Throttle got up from the sofa and walked into the bedroom to see if everything was ok.

"Where'd those clothes come from?"

"Dad. After Prowl destroyed my room with all my clothes in it, dad moved me to this room and gave me some of his clothes until I can get some new ones. I even wore your Freedom Fighters uniform to build your casket."

"You turned my uniform into work clothes? Are you sure you had nothing else to wear?"

"I'm sure. There wasn't anything left to salvage. The only thing that wasn't touched was the bathroom. Please don't be mad, babe. I didn't have much of a choice when it came to my clothes. It was either that or just my bra and underwear. I was not going to walk around the base in my bra and underwear."

"I'm not mad, but it would be funny to see you walk around the base in your bra and underwear at least once."

I folded my arms over my chest and gave him a stern look.

"Oh come on! It would be funny as hell!"

"No, it wouldn't. You know how dad is."

"True. He can be intimidating when he wants to be."

"I can, too."

"I know that. You're just like your father, but more loveable."

"Awww, thanks baby. I love you, too."

I hugged him shortly after. I gave him a big hug.

"Where's the phone at? I need to make a call."

"On the coffee table. By chance, who you calling?"

"Prowl. Wanna ask him something about my brother, Sunny."

"You don't plan to do what Ratchet and Wheeljack did to me, are you?"

"I plan to download his personality onto a flash drive that I developed yrs. ago. I've been wanting to try it out. I have also been designing a new body, but need someone to test it out. I haven't ran it by my dad yet."

"Think he'll let you do it?"

"That's what I'm hoping for. Could you go get the phone for me, please?"

"Sure babe."