"How is he?" Sam asked Mikaela when he saw her walk out of the med bay with Wheelie recharging in her arms.

"He'll physically recover very quickly. He's amazingly in good shape, considering he hasn't drank a drop of real energon in the last fifteen days."

"What about today?"

"I fed him a special antidote of energon with this." Mikaela pulled a small cybertronian gadget that looked like a needle out of her coat pocket. Sam shuddered at the sight of the needle-like thing.

"So how'd that go?"

"It went well actually. You know, Decepticon drones aren't allowed any form of medicine. So once their broken they have to fend for themselves."

"Wheelie told you that?"

"Yeah. Anyway, he was really grateful for that treatment." They started walking. Sam noticed every time they passed a group of NEST's soldiers, they would all stare at Wheelie in Mikaela's arms. Every time they passed the Autobots, they would kneel or bow their heads to respect their brave little comrade. Sam felt sorry Wheelie wasn't awake to see this. They walked outside and greeted Bumblebee. Bumblebee responded with a happy chirp and transformed into vehicle mode. Sam and Mikaela froze in front of Bumblebee. They looked at each other. "So I guess its time for you to go now." Mikaela said. Sam nodded. Mikaela hugged Wheelie one last time before she gently handed him over to Sam. Wheelie noticed the exchange and started to shift in his recharging, but quickly settled down. Sam carried Wheelie over to Bumblebee and was about to lay him down in the back seat, when Mikaela stopped him. "Wait Sam." She called. "You'll need this." She held out the cybertronian needle. Sam took it. "When those white pieces built up in his tanks, Wheelie was immune to the chemical which made the substance spread, right?"

"Right."

"But not entirely. The substance may have been unable to multiply, but the chemicals it contained stayed in Wheelie's tanks for a long time. And the result of this was...well like a stomach virus."

"So he's sick?" Sam asked.

"Only if he drinks energon. His tanks are still sensitive right now. So any energon he tries to drink will make him very sick. That's why you'll need this to inject energon into him, preferably in that wire." She pointed under the armor between his neck and right shoulder. "That's an easy energon vein."

"Just once?"

"No. Once or twice a day for at least five days."

"Okay, but where do I get the energon when this dose is done?"

"NEST will be sending cubes to your door. Remember, he's a drone. So they'll be mini cubes. Don't worry. He doesn't need much. And just for the record, you have me to thank for that."

"Oh?"

"Yep. I set up the classified energon deliveries to you. Not with regular postal services of course. The last thing we'd want to do is get energon shipped to the wrong person. There will be Autobots taking shifts to bring you a few days worth at a time and that way Bumblebee doesn't have to make constant trips back and forth." Sam opened Bumblebee's door and laid Wheelie down and put the cybertronian needle in the front. Sam shook his head and grinned.

"You thought of everything for his recovery, didn't you?"

"Well Ratchet was my mentor some time ago, so what did you expect." They both laugh for a moment. "Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"I was wondering if I could go with you. Just to make sure Wheelie makes it home alright. I just have to know he's okay before I go to sleep tonight, you know?" Sam nodded. "I know it would be asking a lot from Bumblebee to drive you and Wheelie home, drive me home, and then back again..."

"No problem." Bumblebee's radio interrupted.

"Really?" Mikaela asked.

"You know I'd do anything for ya." Mikaela smiled and then looked at Sam.

"Well Sam?"

All the way to Sam's apartment, Wheelie recharged in Mikaela's lap. He tossed and turned a few times, but for the most part Wheelie rested peacefully the whole way. By this time, Sam and Mikaela had figured out what a heavy sleeper Wheelie was, but they still whispered when they spoke to each other. Just in case Wheelie heard them by chance. Wheelie had endured so much, and at the moment the best reward they could give him was letting him sleep. When they entered the driveway, it was late and dark out. Sam grabbed the cybertronian needle and Mikaela carried Wheelie outside. Sam closed the driver's door a little too loud and startled Wheelie. The noise made Wheelie envision a nightmare and assume the worst. He squirmed and thrashed in Mikaela's arms, remembering when Lucius Clawsen tried to strangle him! Mikaela held him tightly against her shoulder and whispered his name until the thrashing stopped. Wheelie's optics returned to their usual glow. His optics looked dazed and foggy, and he seemed to focus in and out on Mikaela. Mikaela expected this to happen when he'd first wake up. She wondered if he was too confused to understand her.

"You're home Wheelie. You're safe." Wheelie didn't respond. Sam mouthed the words 'I should take him inside.' Mikaela sighed. She carried Wheelie over to Sam. Wheelie tried to cling to Mikaela when Sam took him. Mikaela held Wheelie's hand and tried to comfort him. "I have to go now, okay?" She still wasn't sure if Wheelie could understand her. "Don't go too far from home." Wheelie laid down his head and dimmed his optics as if going back into recharge. Mikaela nodded to Sam and he carried Wheelie inside. He laid Wheelie down on the couch and then went back outside to say goodbye to Mikaela.

"Well now its really over." Sam said. "Thanks for all your help Mikaela. I mean if you ever gave up, we would have never found him in time."

"You're welcome Sam. Thank you for everything you did." Mikaela replied. "And, lets just be glad Wheelie's safe and MONEE is history."

"You can say that again. So are you sure about this?"

"About what?"

"You know, with Wheelie being here?"

"He'll be a lot happier with you than he'll be with me Sam." Mikaela said while opening Bumblebee's door. She was about to leave, when Sam asked the magic question.

"So do you ever think about us?" Mikaela closed the door.

"I do. I remember every detail, which reminds me every day of the reasons why we're still apart."

"You ever think about what it would be like if you forgot about those reasons?" Sam stepped closer.

"No I never thought about that." She lied, putting her arms around him. "Would you mind showing me what that'd be like?" It started with one kiss, that turned into more kisses. And before they knew it, they were slowly waltzing to the song Tomorrow by Chris Young playing on the radio.

"But tonight I'm gonna give in one last time. Rock you strong in these arms of mine. Forget all the regrets that are bound to follow. We're like fire and gasoline. I'm no good for you. You're no good for me. We only bring each other tears and sorrow. But tonight I'm gonna love you like there's no tomorrow."

When the song ended Sam and Mikaela looked at each other. At first they didn't know what to think. Did they love each other, or not? They felt something. But it just wasn't the same. And after their good and bad history, they would never be the same. Sam and Mikaela stepped away from each other as if reading each other's minds.

"I hope you take good care of him." Mikaela finally said. Sam opened the car door for her.

"I promise I will." Sam told her. Bumblebee pulled out of the driveway to take Mikaela home. Sam turned around and went inside. He was surprised to see Wheelie standing straight up on the recliner's footstool to watch Mikaela and Bumblebee leave from out the window.

"Y'know, she really dumped you this time. To think you almost had a chance there with the dancing too!" Wheelie teased. "You are just out of luck with her aren't ya?" Sam couldn't resist laughing. 'That was fast.' Sam thought. Already Wheelie was acting like his old self again. Maybe being brought home was all he really needed. That night, Sam laid a cushioned mat on the cedar chest by the window in his room. That way Sam could be close by if Wheelie needed anything. But Wheelie never hollered for Sam. He recharged through the whole night undisturbed. Sam on the other hand, couldn't get to sleep. He kept hearing strange mechanical noises coming from Wheelie. They weren't annoying. Sam was just curious about why in the world was Wheelie making those noises. Hours later, Bumblebee pulled up in the driveway. Sam sent Bumblebee a voicemail with Wheelie's noises on it and then sent a text message.

What's that? Sam asked.

Wheelie is sleep talking. Bumblebee answered.

Sleep talk? What's he sayin? Bumblebee replied with a voicemail recording of a song.

"I miss you so much. Your light. Your smile. Your way. And everything about us. Though you're gone. You're still here. In my heart. In my tears. Yeah you sure left your mark. And we were just getting started."

Its Mayday isn't it?

That's right.

Poor guy. U think he will b ok?

"It wasn't long enough. It wasn't long enough. Together. But it was long enough. Yeah it was long enough. To last forever."

U think he knows that?

I hope so.

Across the room, Wheelie dreamed he heard a voice calling him. He was standing in darkness with a small light above his head. The light beckoned to him.

"Wheelie. Courageous spark who chose the path of good over deception and evil. The trials you have overcome, have given you extraordinary traits. You are no longer a simple drone. You have earned ours and The Creator's trust and the most precious gift anyone can receive."

"Um...what's that?" Wheelie asked the light. The light suddenly dispersed and lit the darkness! Wheelie gazed up at the six beings looking down on his tiny self. Then his own hands began to glow. He was holding out two red orbs in his hands. Then the orbs grew bigger and created a shape in front of him. The orbs became hands and the red shape became a body. As the body materialized, Wheelie could hear a soft voice singing.

"I'll be your angel, who can not fall.
I'm with you.
As a guardian, you reach out to,
when your back's against the wall.
I remember how you said hello.
Taught me what I've never known.
Love is everything.
We can fly without wings.

Angel's here my love.
Though we've gone separate ways.
Make the best of your days.
And in your spark
I will stay."

Wheelie nearly offlined when he saw those rotors swing back behind her head.

"Mayday." he whispered.