That night, Throttle and I were in our room, talking. "I am so sorry that I accused you of wanting retribution for your son's death, babe. Your father told me that what you were doing was legit", Throttle said.
"I knew that getting retribution for my son's death won't bring him back, Throttle. What I was doing not only helped with the survival of the Autobots, but it got my mind off of my son's death, too. I asked my father for that mission. He knew I wasn't myself after Little Throttle's death. I have nothing against Vince, but his whole demeanor was not right. His vibe was dark", I said.
"I've seen it, too. I've talked with his twin sister about his attitude", Throttle said.
"And?", I asked.
"She doesn't think there's anything wrong with him. Then again, she hasn't seen him in who knows how long and has no idea what he's really like when not in battle", said Throttle.
"You know he's given up the whole biker bit, don't you?", I asked.
Throttle was shocked when I mentioned that. "No, I didn't know that. How'd you find out?", Throttle replied.
"After I apologized to Modo and Charley, Modo told me what Vince decided to do. I was just as shocked as you are right now. That would explain why he gave me Sweetheart back and his bandana", I said, thinking about it for a bit.
"Hold on. Vincent gave you Sweetheart and his bandana? Then he really is calling it quits with the whole biker bit. That's too bad. He really enjoyed the rush", said Throttle.
"I know. I think later down the road, he's going to come back into the mix and want his bike back. And when he does, she'll be waiting for him. I'm hoping that Modo didn't tell Charley that Vinnie quit the team. It would crush her", I said.
"Actually, he did tell her. From what he told me, Charley took it pretty well. But if you ask me, I think it's still sinking in", Throttle said.
"Was this while I was gone?", I asked. Throttle nodded.
"Man, Throttle. You really want her to be stressed out, don't you? Remember, she's pregnant", I said.
Throttle cringed. "My bad. I keep forgetting she's pregnant. The last time I was around a pregnant woman, was when my mom was pregnant with Torque", said Throttle.
"I know this is a touchy subject, but could you tell me about your little brother, Torque?", I asked.
Throttle looked away. It was probably the worst thing I could have asked.
"You're right. It is a touchy subject and I'd rather not talk about it. But if you would like to know what my brother was like, we can take a road trip to Chicago and see my mom. She'll tell you all you want to know about my brother", Throttle said.
I turned my body towards him and put my hand on his face. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to cause trouble. I didn't think you'd get all snippy about it", I said.
Throttle put his hand on mine. "It's my fault, love. I shouldn't have gotten upset with you. Give me some more time, then I'd be happy to tell you about Torque, ok?", said Throttle.
"Sure. I shouldn't have pressed you about him since it was still fresh in your mind. If you would still like to take that road trip to Chicago, we can", I said.
"That would be great. I hate to ask your dad if we could set my mom up here", Throttle said.
"Naw, it's cool. I'm sure my dad won't mind. Your mom is family, babe. I hate to ask about your little bro again, but do you have a recent picture of him, so I can at least see what he looked like", I said.
Throttle pulled out his wallet from his right back pants pocket. He opened the wallet to a picture of him and Torque standing next to Lady. He took the picture out of his wallet and handed it to me.
"This was taken almost 2 yrs. ago. About the same time you had left me. I had made a trip with my bike back to Mars to see him. He loved my bike so much. My mom allowed me to take him riding while he was growing up. Even as a baby, he loved to ride. He was a natural born biker. I'll never forget the first time I got to ride with my dad. I had just been born and he had to take me out and show me off to all his friends at the Martian Army base, where he was stationed. From then on, and whenever he could, I got to go riding with him. He would even sneak me along on some of his missions. My mom got pissed when he did that. 'You're going to get him killed!', she'd tell him. Yeah, I got hurt a few times, but to me, it was a game. Well, that's how my dad made it look", said Throttle.
I handed him the picture back. "No, you keep it. I have my memories of him", Throttle said, pushing the picture back to me.
"Alright. I'll keep it. Since you talked about Torque, do you feel a bit better now?", I asked.
He smiled at me. "Yeah, I do. How did you manage to get me to talk about him when I didn't want to?", replied Throttle.
"I have my ways. I do the same thing with my dad, too", I said.
"Why? Why would you do that in the first place?", Throttle asked.
"It helps my dad relieve stress after working all day. It's better than taking his aggression out on someone or something that is useful. He says I calm him down", I said.
"That's for sure, babe. You are a stress reliever", said Throttle.
Over the next few days, my father had poured over all the intel I had collected during my 3 week absence from the base, which I considered my home.
During that time, I had been a bit depressed over the loss of my son, Little Throttle. I tried to distract myself with the mission, doing some of my father's workload or just out and about. With a broken arm, it makes it hard to do anything like picking up weights.
Throttle and Modo had come back from patrol with Brawn very early that morning. They had the graveyard shift (midnight to 6a).
Throttle had decided to check on me after his patrol instead of going to get something to eat.
After he parked our bike (we share Lady 2), he went to our room to see how I was doing. He went to open the door and found it locked. Good thing he had a key with him in case I had locked the door.
After he unlocked the door, he opened it and walked in. He looked around the living area and couldn't find me. He figured I was in the bedroom, sleeping, considering the time. He walked into the bedroom and saw blood mixed with energon all over the bed. And he saw the sheet pulled up over me. He dreaded pulling back the sheet and seeing me dead.
'Suck it up, Throttle. Maybe it's from the broken arm. I hope it's from the broken arm', he thought, as he pulled the sheet back.
He grabbed my cell phone off the end table and looked for Ratchet's name in my contacts. After he found it, he called him and told him that he has an emergency.
"Slow down, Throttle. Take a deep breath and calmly tell me what is wrong", Ratchet said.
Throttle explained and Ratchet was shocked to hear this. "Prime isn't going to be happy about this, and unfortunately, I'm the one who has to tell him", said Ratchet.
"Please don't tell him, Ratchet. He'll blame me for pushing her to suicide", said Throttle.
"I'm sorry, but I have to. Prime appointed me her guardian. The kind that protects", Ratchet said.
"Like my bike protects me, right?", Throttle said.
"Right. Anyway, I'll be there shortly to get her. In the meantime, try to stop the bleeding. I don't want to tell Prime that his only daughter is dead due to suicide", said Ratchet.
"You're not the one who has to fear for his life, Ratchet. He's very intimidating when he wants to be", Throttle said. Then he hung up and attempted to try to stop the bleeding.
10 min. and an anti-grav stretcher later, Ratchet showed up in his holoform. He knocked on the door. Throttle ran to the door and opened it to let Ratchet in with the anti-grav stretcher.
Ratchet's holoform stood about 5'9, maybe 210 lbs. Ratchet looked to be in his early 60's. He had salt and pepper hair. He wore it very neatly, too. Nice white dress shirt with blue jeans and Nike Airs.
"This won't fit through the doorway, so you'll have to bring her out, but be careful. Were you able to stop the bleeding?", asked Ratchet.
"Yeah, but she's very weak. I used my bandana from around my wrist to stop the bleeding. I just hope she survives. Both her father and Modo will have my head if she dies", said Throttle. Then he went to our room to get me.
He emerged a few min. later with me in his arms. He had noticed that I was semi-conscious. I had looked at him and gave him a small smile.
He looked down at me and smiled back. "Welcome back, gorgeous. You had me worried. I thought I had lost you for a bit there. Why did you do this?", Throttle asked.
I tried to lift my arm, but it was weak. I couldn't talk, either. I was hoarse.
After Throttle put me on the anti-grav stretcher, Ratchet hauled me out of the living area and down to med bay. He was hoping that Prime didn't find out while he was on his way to med bay.
That afternoon, Prime decided to pay me a visit and talk about the intel that I gave him yesterday morning.
On his way to mine and Throttle's room, he felt something in his spark. Something that didn't feel right. He stopped and tried to pinpoint where the feeling was coming from. Prime turned towards the direction of med bay. 'Why is this feeling pointing me towards med bay?', Prime thought, as he headed there to find out why he was getting this weird feeling.
Optimus walked into med bay and saw Ratchet working on someone. "I wasn't aware that there had been a battle today, Ratchet", Prime said.
Ratchet jumped and turned around. "P..Prime. No, there was no battle. I'm just doing some routine maintenance. What are you doing here?", Ratchet asked.
"I had this feeling and it brought me here. A feeling that my daughter was hurt. Am I wrong in that assumption?", replied Optimus.
"I…uh…", Ratchet started to say. Prime narrowed his optics at Ratchet.
"What is going on, Ratchet? Is my daughter here or not? And if she is, you better tell me now", Prime said.
Ratchet moved to the side of me. Prime couldn't believe it. "What in Primus' name happened?", asked Optimus.
"While Throttle and Modo were on patrol with Brawn, Wolf attempted suicide. Apparently, she was very depressed. I think the death of your son finally got to her. Throttle found her. She was bleeding both blood and energon. She needs some serious help, Prime. The next time she tries it, she might actually be successful. I don't want to see you and Throttle lose her like that", said Ratchet.
Prime walked up to the medical berth and took a hold of my hand. "Why didn't you come to me, sweetie? We could have talked it out", Prime said, squeezing my hand.
I lightly squeezed his hand back. "D…dad?", I said, weakly.
"Shh, don't speak. Just rest. After Ratchet releases you from here, I'm taking you to Cybertron for a long overdue vacation. We're going to get your daughter back from Magnus", said Optimus. I smiled.
I gave my dad a thumbs up with my other hand. "I think she likes that idea, Prime. Not being able to see her daughter may also have contributed to her depression. I suggest a 3 month vacation for her. Just the 2 of you, though. You are way overdue for one, yourself, Prime", Ratchet said.
"And what about Throttle? He needs to be reassured that Wolf will be alright", Prime said.
"I'll take care of him. He could use some time to spend with his immediate family while you and Wolf are on a mandatory 3 month vacation", said Ratchet.
"I can't afford to take that much time off with this war never ending anytime soon. It was going to be a 2 week vacation. Just enough time to get Charlene from Magnus", said Optimus.
"I don't care. If you don't take a 3 month vacation, I'll deem you unfit for duty 'til you take that vacation", Ratchet said.
"If it'll make you happy, I'll take a vacation and I'll leave Prowl and Ironhide in charge", Prime said.
While Prime and Ratchet were with me in med bay, Prowl walked in with something in his hand.
"Prime, I have something that was sent to me from the judge on Cybertron. I don't think Wolf will like this, either", Prowl said.
Prime walked over to Prowl. Prowl handed him the paper. Prime opened the paper and read it. Then he walked back over to me and handed me the paper. I read it and couldn't believe what I was reading.
"A restraining order!? I'm to stay away from Charlene, him and I'm to stay off Cybertron. No contacting Charlene in any way, which includes the computer and my comm. link", I said.
"You don't look too happy about this, Wolf", said Prowl.
I look at Prowl. "No shit, Prowl. What was your first clue?", I said. Then I sighed. "I'm sorry, Prowl. I didn't mean to snap. I'm just pissed that Magnus would do this to me", I said.
"Don't worry about him, Wolf. I'll deal with him. Magnus and I go back a ways. I'll bring your daughter home", Prowl said.
I looked at him and smiled. "Thanks Prowl. That means a lot to me. But so Magnus doesn't get suspicious and ask if I'm going to be on the base, I'll take Throttle with me on a road trip to Chicago. Tell Magnus that you wanted to bring my daughter to Earth so she can meet her stepfather", I said.
"If that's what you want", said Prowl. I nodded my head then asked Ratchet if I was free to go.
"Yeah, but don't ever pull that again. You scared your poor husband to death", Ratchet said.
I lowered my head. "Yeah, I guess I did scare him. I've been depressed since I got back from the mission", I said.
"That's normal, babe. You lost your son recently. All I ask is that you never scare me like that again", Throttle said, walking in.
I looked his way. "I am so sorry, Throttle. I didn't mean to scare you like that", I said.
"It's ok, just promise me that you won't do it again", asked Throttle.
"Bikers Honor", I said.
After I got down from the medical berth, my cell phone went off. I answered it. "Yo!", I said.
"Hey Wolf. Throttle there by chance?", Charley asked.
"Hey Charley-girl. Yeah, he is. Hold on a sec", I said. Then I gave him the phone.
"Charley wants to yak at ya, stud", I said.
I headed out of med bay and went looking for Jazz. On my way out, I could feel Ratchet's optics watching my rear end. I stopped and without turning around I told him to stop staring at my ass. Then left med bay.
"How did she know I was staring at her?", Ratchet asked.
On my way to find Jazz, I heard yelling coming from the shared room of Vinnie and Vanessa Van Wham. They were yelling about something, but I couldn't make out what it was about.
Modo and Charley also heard all the commotion. They were standing outside their room wondering what was going on. I stopped right next to Modo and asked what was going on. He looked at me and shrugged.
Charley asked me if Throttle talked to me about the motorcycle. I looked at her strangely. "He hasn't told you yet? I told him to tell you before you go freaking out on where the bike is", Charley said.
"I don't care, 'Nessa! I don't want you seeing him any more!", Vinnie yelled.
"You can't tell me who I can or can't see, Vincent! I love him even if he is in the military!", Vanessa yelled back. Vinnie couldn't believe what his Martian mouse ears were hearing. Military?
"Oh man, Throttle's going to love this! We've been trying to figure out who's selling out! Carbine figures it's someone in the Martian Military! I wouldn't be surprised if it's your boy toy!", yelled Vinnie.
That's when she smacked her twin brother. Then she stormed out of the shared room and stalked down the hall. Vanessa walked toward us. She looked pissed, but she also looked upset cause of the accusation her brother made.