An hour after I left Cybertron, I headed for Chicago to go find a warehouse to live out the rest of my life. Then again, I had no life after leaving the home I had on Cybertron. My daughter, my ex-beloved Magnus. I'll never see them both again, unless Charlene decides to come live on Earth with me.
As I drove across the Illinois state line, I scanned the area for an old abandoned warehouse in the bad part of the city. I was in luck, there was one just a block from where I was.
As I headed for the warehouse, I was attacked by Limburger's goon squad. "Just my luck to be attacked by a bunch of morons", I said to myself.
I transformed and stood my ground. Greasepit didn't know whether to run or shit his pants. I think he shit his pants and then ran like a little girl. He even screamed like a little girl.
That was a very short battle due to the fact that the goon squad all ran like little girls right behind Greasepit.
"Nice. I love when I don't have to fight. Makes my life so much better", I said, as I watched the goon squad leave.
I transformed back to my vehicle mode and proceeded to the warehouse that I was going to make my new home from now on.
I arrived in about 10 min. at the warehouse. I was in luck. The door was slightly open and very dark inside. I activated my headlights so I wouldn't walk into things. I was hoping that the warehouse was empty.
No such luck. It had boxes on top of boxes stacked to the ceiling. "Wonder what's in the boxes?", I asked myself.
I opened one of the boxes to see what was inside. I couldn't believe what I saw. "Ammo? Loads and loads of ammo. But what is it for? Looks like someone is going to wage a small war on the city", I said to myself.
I did what I thought was right. I took the boxes out to the back of the warehouse and destroyed them.
Whoever owns them is going to be pissed when they come back and notice that their weapons of mass destruction are destroyed.
I wouldn't be surprised if they belonged to Limburger, himself. He's tried everything to get rid of the Biker Mice since they showed up on Earth some years ago. I'm glad that Modo and Charley are together. I hope they have a long and happy life together with their child that's on the way.
The Quigley Field Scoreboard. SSgt. Greg Hunter had popped the question to his girlfriend, Vanessa Van Wham, who is also Vinnie's twin sister. She accepted and couldn't wait 'til they were married. She wanted to do it right now, but he didn't have a tuxedo or a best man and she didn't have a wedding dress. Nor a maid of honor.
"Now, baby. Let's plan this out before rushing right to the wedding. We need to make sure that everything will be taken care of properly, ok", SSgt. Hunter said.
She sighed and gave in. "Ok, but what about all our friends and family on Mars? I haven't even told my parents that I survived my capture or that I'm even alive", Vanessa said.
"I'm sure your brother has contacted them. Or Stoker did", said SSgt. Hunter, looking at Stoker.
"Sorry Greg, but I haven't called Serena or Vincent. They don't know that their daughter is still alive. Maybe I better call them right now", Stoker said. Then he walked over to the CB radio and proceeded to get a hold of someone on Mars.
While he was doing that, both Throttle and Prime came walking back in after having a long talk about how Throttle was going to somehow convince me that we are married.
"I know this will be hard for you, Throttle. Believe me, I know. She didn't even recognize me as her father. I wanted to tell her anything that would make her believe I am her father, but it's something she has to figure out on her own", Prime said.
Throttle looked at Prime in total shock. "I don't want to think this let alone even say it, but if I can't get her to remember that she's married to me, then I might as well go back to my drinking and doing drugs just to forget her or see if Carbine would take me back", said Throttle.
"That wouldn't be a wise thing to do, Throttle. Drinking and drugs won't make you forget. It will make you remember her even more and that will hurt you even more. I know you love her with all your heart, Throttle, so don't give up on her", said Optimus.
Throttle pulled out his wallet and flipped to the picture of him and I after we got married in Vegas. He had our picture taken after the ceremony and before we left to come back here. He wanted so badly to believe that this was just a dream and he would wake up next to me in bed.
Throttle sighed and closed his wallet. He put it back in his left back pocket and walked over to the window. He looked out over the stadium field. He never thought he would even consider doing it, but it seems like the right thing to do. He wanted to end his pain once and for all.
Stoker noticed Throttle was acting different, so he walked over to him and put his hand on the tan furred Martian's shoulder.
"Everything ok, bro?", Stoker asked. Throttle looked at Stoker. He had tears rolling down his face. Macho or not, he didn't care. He was losing me one way or another.
"Everything is not ok, Stoke. I can't live without her. And if I can't get her to realize that her and I are married, then I might as well as…", Throttle said. He didn't want to finish that sentence.
"I don't wanna hear that, Throttle. And I know that your mom wouldn't want to hear this, either. Look, I know I haven't been very nice when it comes to your wife, but that's because I don't like her. She's too much like Carbine, and she's my niece. Which makes Wolf my great niece. If it will make you feel any better, I'll help you look for her, ok", said Stoker.
Throttle put his hand on top of Stokers' and patted it. "Thanks, coach. It would mean a lot to me if you did help me look for her", said Throttle.
"Come on, maybe your father-in-law would give us a ride. The 3 of us can go look for her right now. I have this feeling she's probably here in town somewhere. Let's go ask him", Stoker said.
They walked up to Prime and asked him for a ride around town to go look for me. "I was just thinking the same thing. But I want Throttle with me. Until you apologize to her for calling her a freak of nature, I would prefer that you not come with us, Stoker", Prime said.
"I'll admit, I've been a jerk to her. Great niece or not, I shouldn't have treated her like I have in the past. She's just so much like my niece, Carbine. So pig headed and full of rage at times", said Stoker.
"Say anything against my daughter again, and Primus help me, I'll turn you into a mouse pancake. Understand?", said Optimus.
"I thought you weren't suppose to hurt humans?", Stoker asked.
"You're not human. You're Martian. You don't count. So don't say another word against my daughter again, General", Prime said, getting in Stokers' face.
"Yes sir", said Stoker, as he stood at attention. He saluted Prime. Optimus saluted back. Throttle was shocked that Stoker actually listened to Prime. Throttle looked at Prime. "He never did listen when Scabbard tried to tell him not to go back out into the danger when the war was just starting. Glad you put fear into him, Optimus", Throttle said.
"That was not my intention, Throttle. I'm just very protective of Wolf. She's my only daughter and I love her dearly", said Optimus.
"Let's just hope we can get her to remember everything. I didn't think that the sedative I gave her would do this. This is my fault", said Throttle.
The old abandoned warehouse. I had finally settled in. Like it was that hard in the first place. I was just glad to get rid of all that ammo. "Who would want to wage a small war on the city in the first place?", I asked myself, as I swept the last of the debris out the door.
Just as I was about to close the door, someone walked in. More like pushed their way in. And roughly, I might add. "Just who the hell do you think you are?", I asked.
"I am the owner of this dilapidated building", the stranger said. Then he looked around and noticed that all the boxes of ammo were missing. "Where is my merchandise, bitch?", the stranger asked.
"How dare you call her a bitch! That's my wife!", Throttle said, unsheathing his pistol. Prime stopped him before he could get the first shot off.
Throttle looked at his father-in-law and was about to ask why he stopped him from taking the first shot, when Prime pulled out one of my favorite toys from when I was a baby. He walked over to me and handed it to me. He was hoping that it would trigger my most recent memories that I had forgotten thanks to the sedative that Throttle had given me months ago.
I looked at the toy then at him. I sniffed it a little bit. And in the meantime, Throttle took care of the stranger so Prime could get me to remember.
"I remember this. I could never sleep without it. But how do you know that this was my favorite toy? Only my father knew", I said, looking at Prime.
"Wolf, I am your father. I gave you this the day you were born. Please try to remember, sweetie", said Optimus.
"But…my father is human and my mother is a Martian Mouse", I said, looking down at the toy again. Then I looked over at Throttle.
I pointed at Throttle. "He looks familiar. Do I know him?", I asked.
"You married him over 2 years ago. His name is Throttle. Does that name ring a bell to you?", Prime replied.
"I think so. You say that you're my father, huh? Prove it. Where did I go to school? Do I have any brothers or sisters?", I replied back.
"You went to school on both Mars and Cybertron. Elementary school through high school on Mars and you went to college on Cybertron. You have 2 twin brothers who are dead. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. When you were 18, the twins had Ratchet perform a risky surgery on you. They both had a small piece of their spark added to yours to make you their biological sister", said Optimus.
"You said that my bros are dead. How? And why don't I know much about them?", I asked.
Before Prime could answer, I heard a gun go off. I looked towards the sound. I saw Throttle go down.
"No! Throttle! I'm coming, babe!", I yelled.
I ran to him and kneeled next to him. I raised his head up and tried to wake him. I was hoping that he wasn't dead. I didn't want to bury any more loved ones. If anyone should die, it should be me.
"Please baby. Don't leave me. I love you so much, Throttle", I said, starting to cry. My dad walked up to us. I looked up at him and cried even more. Prime kneeled down next to us and put his hand on my shoulder.
"I already called the hospital and told them you're bringing Throttle in. You and Throttle can ride in the trailer", Prime said, as he stood up. I picked up my husband and carried him to my dad's vehicle mode.
We arrived at the hospital and the emergency crew was waiting outside. The back of the trailer opened and I walked out, carrying my husband. The doctors didn't know what to say when I walked out of the trailer with a giant mouse in my arms.
"Don't just stand there you morons! He's losing more and more blood while you stand there with your thumbs up your fucking asses!", I yelled.
I gave up and ran him inside myself. I came to an emergency ER doctor that stopped me and asked what happened.
"He was shot and bleeding to death. Please help him, doc", I pleaded.
He took Throttle from me and laid him on one of the beds. He turned back to me. "Is this a costume he's wearing? If it is, it's very well done", the doctor said.
"No, it's not a costume. He really is a mouse. He's a Martian Mouse from Mars and right now, he needs medical help", I said, starting to cry again.
"Calm down, ma'am. We'll help your friend the best we can", said the doctor.
"He's my husband and I think you're going to need my help. I went to medical school yrs. ago. I also took an extra class on the Martian Mouse anatomy", I said.
"Then get cleaned up, changed and then you can follow my team and I to the OR. With your help, we will be able to save him", the doctor said.
"Oh thank the Martian Gods. I can't bare to lose him. I've already lost too many of my family", I said.
Shortly after we got Throttle ready for surgery, one of the assistants asked how they were going to open up Throttle's chest.
I shaved his whole chest so they could crack his chest open.
I knew Throttle was going to get pissed when I tell him that I had to shave his entire chest.
10 ½ hrs. later, the operation was a success and they allowed me to wheel him into the ICU to recover and rest.
About 2 hrs. later, after I had told my dad that the operation was a success, I was paged and told that Throttle was waking up and wanted to know what happened.
As I walked through the hospital, the dr. who let me join the operation on my husband, stopped me. He asked me if I would like to work here full time.
"It's a nice offer, but I'm needed elsewhere. My father needs me to help him against Megatron and his bunch. I also need to help my husband and his friends deal with their enemy here in Chi-town", I said.
"Perhaps we'll meet again sometime then. Thank you for helping us with your husband and everyone here wishes him a speedy recovery", the dr. said, shaking my hand.
I shook the doctors hand and went on to see Throttle. I heard screaming coming from his room as I saw a nurse run out. I ran to see what the problem was.
I stopped the nurse and asked her what the screaming was about. "There's a giant rodent in there! Don't go in there!", the nurse yelled. I let her go and walked into Throttle's room.
He was sitting up and smiling at me. "Hey there, handsome. How you feeling?", I asked.
"Like Limburger and Greasepit had been sitting on me. What happened? And why does my chest feel bare?", Throttle replied.
"I had to shave your entire chest so the doctors and I could open you up and remove the bullet that shot you. And before you ask, yes, I remember everything. I think watching you get shot is what triggered my memories. Sounds bad, I know, but that's what it was. But I'm just glad that you're alive", I said, sitting down next to him.
Throttle took a hold of my hand and squeezed it. "Cause of you and the doctors here, I am alive", said Throttle.
I laid against him, but was careful not to lay on his stitches. He put his arm around me and held me close to him. I was surprised that he took the news well when I told him I had to shave his entire chest.
I slipped my hand under the hospital gown and very lightly traced the long stitched line on his chest.
Throttle pulled down the gown so he could see where he was cut open. He was a bit shocked to see a bare naked chest with stitches.
"Guess I'm wearing shirts from now on, huh?", Throttle said.
I looked at him. "So, you're not mad that I had to shave your chest?", I asked.
"Nope. You did what you had to do to keep me alive. As long as my boots are still in one piece, I'm cool with having a bare chest for a while", said Throttle.
"You know Vinnie is going to rag on you cause of your incredibly well-defined…", I trailed off. My hand trailed down under the sheet and started stroking him slowly.
"Oh baby! I've been waitin' for a long time to be stroked like that. Please, please don't stop. It feels so damn good", Throttle said, as he laid his head back on the pillow.
I so wanted to ride him right now, but I figured I can wait 'til we get home and have our privacy.
3 ½ hrs. later, Throttle had felt much better and more relaxed since he shot his load all over my hand, himself and the sheet.
"Mmmm, that was nice. I so needed that. Thanks babe", said Throttle. Then he leaned down and kissed me passionately.
Not long after we crashed for the night, someone walked in and shook me a bit. I swatted at the hand, but it wouldn't go away.
I slowly opened my eyes and focused on the 2 blurs in front of me.
As the 2 blurs came into focus, I shook Throttle to wake him. "Huh? What is it, babe?", Throttle asked, still asleep.
"We have company, love", I said.
He opened his eyes and saw the same 2 blurs I did. He had to adjust his eyes so he could see who came to visit so late at night.
After Throttle adjusted his vision, he was shocked to see his mom and not too thrilled to see his ex-GF, Carbine.
I excused myself so I could make a phone call to my dad. I had to find out if he invited her to Earth. I was hoping he hadn't.
"Yes Wolf. What is it?", Prime asked.
"Did you invite mom to Earth, by chance? Cause she's in Throttle's room right now", I said.
"I'll be right up to talk with her. She needs to know who I really am and who you are to her. Thank you sweetie", said Optimus. Then I ended the call.
I walked back into the room and Carbine looked at me. "What are you looking at,…Carbbie?", I said.
"Show some respect, woman", Carbine said.
"Why should I? You weren't much of a mother to me. Vinnie's parents and Charley took better care of me than you did. Your job is more important than me", I said.
"Couldn't have said it better myself, sweetie", Prime said, walking in.
"O…Orion? Is that really you?", asked Carbine.
I looked at my dad strangely. "Who's Orion, dad? I thought your name is Optimus", I said.
"It is, but my real name is Orion", said Optimus.
I nodded then excused myself again to find the dr. I wanted to find out when I can take Throttle home.
When I reached the reception desk, the dr. also showed up.
"Dr. Sloane, may I talk to you?", I asked. He looked at me.
"I was just coming to check on your husband", Dr. Sloane said.
"I was just wondering when I'll be able to take him home", I said.
"Probably not for a couple of days. We need to make sure that he doesn't get infected, even though we already extracted the bullet", said Dr. Sloane.
"Then what do I do without him at home, doc?", I asked.
"While he's here, you can come see him day or night. Even after visiting hours are over", Dr. Sloane said.
"Thanks doc. Does that extend to family and friends, too?", I asked.
"Yes, it does. Sounds like there's quite a few in there right now", said Dr. Sloane, as him and I walked into Throttle's room.
My dad and Carbine were arguing about me, which wasn't surprising. I seem to be the main topic every time I turn around.
"Why must you both cause pain and stress to my poor husband?", I asked, pointing to Throttle. Both my dad and Carbine lowered their heads in shame.
"I think it's time everyone left so he can get some rest. Tomorrow, only immediate family will be allowed", Dr. Sloane said, as he pointed to me and Silverdawn.
As everyone was leaving, Throttle asked me to stay. I looked at the dr. for his opinion. He nodded at me, then I looked at Throttle and smiled. "Sure babe, I'll stay", I said, as I sat down next to him.
5 min. later, after everyone else was gone from the room, I stretched out next to my husband. "My holoform won't last all night, Throttle. But if I were to go back to my Martian Mouse body, I wouldn't have to worry about needing to recharge", I said, looking at him.
He looked at me. "You'd do that for me?", Throttle asked. I nodded my head.
"You are the best, babe. I love you so much, Wolf. I don't care what Stoker says. You and I are good for each other", said Throttle.
"It's nice to know that someone doesn't care what he thinks about us. Why does he have to pick on me, though? I hadn't done anything to him when I first met him", I said.
"Babe, how many times do I need to tell you? Don't worry about Stoker. Half the time, he's a big blow hard and can't back his words. When I get out of here, I'll confront him about how he treated you", Throttle said.
"Speaking of getting out of here. You won't be able to 'til you have some clothes to change into. I'm going to call Vinnie and have him bring a change of clothes for you", I said.
He practically jumped out of bed when I told him I was going to call Vinnie.
"NO! I don't want him knowing that I got shot. He'll make a big deal about it", said Throttle.
"Throttle, sweetheart. Vinnie is your friend. He's probably worried about you. And I think calling him would put his mind at ease, don't you think?", I said.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. But if he starts making a big deal about this, you have my permission to strangle him any way you want", Throttle said.
"Don't worry, baby. I already plan to deal with Mr. Ego if he blows this out of proportion. I plan to wrap his tail around his throat and hope it chokes him out", I said. Then I pulled out my cell phone and called Vinnie.
"Yo!", Vinnie said.
"That's how you answer a phone now, Vincent?", I asked.
"Hey! I heard what happened from Silverdawn. Is Throttle alright?", replied Vinnie.
"He's fine, he just needs a change of clothes for when he's discharged. And make sure to bring a shirt", I said.
"A…shirt? Did I hear that right? You want me to bring him a shirt? Why?", Vinnie asked.
"I'll tell ya when you get here. We're at Chicago General Hospital, room 110", I said.
Vinnie sighed. "Ok, I'll bring a change of clothes for him. And yes, I'll bring a shirt for him, too", said Vinnie.
"Don't make it too hard for yourself, Vincent. See ya in 15 min.", I said. Then I hung up the phone.
I sighed and shook my head as I put my cell away.
"You ok?", asked Throttle. I looked at him and shook my head.
"Vinnie made it sound like it was a chore to bring you a shirt", I said.
"He always makes things into a chore when he doesn't want to do what he's told", Throttle said.
Aug, 25; 6A the next morning. I had already been in recharge down by my dad, in vehicle mode. I had told Throttle that I was going to be heading out with my dad back to Autobot HQ to be put back into my Martian Mouse body. That's if both Ratchet and Wheeljack hadn't destroyed it.
I woke up out of recharge and transformed. I needed to stretch my legs due to being in vehicle mode all day and night. I was a bit stiff.
After I was done stretching, I nudged my dad awake. I think I startled him a bit, cause he jumped a bit in vehicle mode. "Sorry dad, didn't mean to startle you", I said.
He transformed and stretched, as well. "It's ok, sweetie. Glad you woke me. I needed to stretch my poor overworked body anyway", said Prime.
I snickered when he said poor overworked body. Dad looked at me with a stern but knowing look.
"You would find that funny, wouldn't you? Wait until you're my age, then see how funny it is", Optimus said.
"Uh,…no thanks. You're what,…about 60 in human years. And I'm about….33 in human years. I have a long way to go, oh dear father of mine. I'm in no hurry to have your problems", I said.
"Good, then don't snicker about my problems. I would give anything to be your age again. No responsibilities, no worries. Just carefree", said Prime.
I looked at him in shock. "Really? You would like to be my age again? My life growing up was rather strained. I know you tried to be there for me as much as you could, but being leader of the Autobots came first, and I understand that, dad. I always will. That's why you had Sunny and Sides stay behind to look after me. But why didn't you tell me who my mother was 'til I was much older? Were you afraid that I wouldn't understand or that I would go after her?", I asked.
"I was afraid of both. I didn't know how you would have reacted if I told you that your mother was from Mars or that she's a Martian Mouse. And I really didn't want you going after her", Optimus said.
"That's a lame excuse, dad, but I get what you're saying. It was better that I didn't know at all, so I wouldn't be shun out of the Cybertronian community for being a half breed", I said.
"Exactly. I don't know why I was so worried about you not understanding. You were raised well, Wolf. I was worried over nothing", said Prime.
"Let's just get going, dad. I'm anxious to see some old friends back at the base", I said, transforming back to vehicle mode.
"You go on ahead of me. I have to make a detour", Optimus said.
"But dad…? This is suppose to be our father/daughter road trip back to the base. What kind of detour, dad?", I asked.
"Going to deal with Stoker once and for all as well as deal with Carbine", said Prime.
"I thought you already talked with him?", I asked.
"I had, but I want to make sure it sunk in. Afterwards, I'm going to try and talk with Carbine. If she asks to be in your life, what do you want me to tell her?", Optimus replied.
"I think I would rather tell her my answer, myself. It's something her and I should talk about", I said.
"I couldn't agree more, Wolf", Carbine said, walking up to dad and I.
I activated my holoform and got out of my vehicle mode. I shut the door and calmly asked her what she was doing here.
"I was hoping that you and I could talk", said Carbine.
I crossed my arms over my chest. Prime activated his holoform outside of his vehicle mode. He walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Remember, you wanted to talk to her about this. So, don't get defensive before you hear her out", said Prime.
I looked at my dad. "I know dad. I just figured she would have waited 'til I was back in my Martian Mouse body before talking with me", I said, uncrossing my arms. I put my hands in my pants pockets and leaned against my vehicle mode.
"Is it possible to talk on the way to wherever it is you are going?", Carbine asked.
"I guess we could do that, Carbine. Get in and we'll head on out to Autobot HQ in Oregon", I said, getting back into my vehicle mode. I knew she would want to talk to me face to face, which is why I left my holoform activated.
"Oh, dad. Before I forget, could you give this to Throttle? It's in case he wants to get a hold of me while I'm on the road", I said, handing my dad my cell phone.