While Jazz and I were on the road, he kept buggin' me about the song I was working on. I kept telling him that he wasn't going to find out 'til his creation day next month and that it was a surprise. That's all I was telling him. He couldn't budge me a bit. Not even a hint of what kind of music it was. I stayed tight lipped about it, and he knew it.
"Mind if I crawl in the back and take a nap, Jazz? Road trips make me sleepy", I said.
"Naw, go ahead. I'll wake ya when we get there, ok", said Jazz.
"Ok, Jazz. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have a best friend like you, Jazz. You're one of a kind, that's for sure", I said, crawling into the backseat.
"So are you. Sweet dreams, chica", Jazz said.
8 hrs. later, we arrived in Chicago. Jazz didn't wake me 'til we got to the hospital. As he pulled in, he blasted some heavy metal music to wake me. He knew it was rude, but it's effective.
I woke up and yelled as loud as I could for him to turn the music either down or off before I tear out his stereo right out of his dashboard.
Jazz turned it off and told me that we were at the hospital.
I looked out the window and sure enough, we were at Chicago General Hospital. I was so glad cause I was taking my husband home today. I missed him so much while he was here in the hospital.
As I got out, the doctor started walking up to me. He had this look on his face that I didn't like. I was hoping that it wasn't bad news. I don't want to hear any type of bad news about Throttle. I'm not whole without him. My dad knows it and so does Throttle.
I closed the door and told Jazz to go park somewhere safe and to use his holoform, then meet me and the doc inside.
I followed the doc inside the hospital and asked what was wrong. "I'll wait 'til your friend comes inside. I think you're going to need him when I tell you the news", said Dr. Sloane.
I had this feeling it was bad news, otherwise he wouldn't have waited to tell me 'til Jazz was here. I wanted him to tell me now before I start losing my patience, which I was starting to do.
Jazz walked up to the hospital doors and watched them slide open before walking inside. He noticed the look on my face and knew I was losing my patience.
"What's wrong, chica? You look about to explode", said Jazz.
I looked at him. "No shit, Jazz. The doc wouldn't tell me what's going on 'til you came in", I said, still fuming.
"Let's go to the family waiting room and talk. I have some news concerning your husband that you're going to need to hear, even though you may not want to", Dr. Sloane said.
Jazz and I looked at each other then at the dr. I nodded my head then we followed him to the family waiting room to talk.
Jazz took a hold of my hand and squeezed it. I looked at his hand then at him. He gave me the "everything will be alright" look. He saw the look in my eyes. He knew I was scared to lose Throttle.
We arrived at the family waiting room. The dr. opened the door and let both Jazz and I in first, then he followed behind. He shut the door and told us to take a seat. We did then he sat down across from us.
"An hour after I got off shift, someone snuck into your husband's room and injected something into his IV bag. The nightshift nurse was too late to stop whoever it was from injecting the unknown substance into the IV bag. I'm sorry to say that your husband is dead. The unknown substance was very lethal and quick acting. It hit his bloodstream immediately. Again, I'm sorry for your loss", said Dr. Sloane.
"What about security tapes? Do they show who snuck in and out last night? I want to catch his killer", I said.
Jazz was surprised that I was rather calm, cool and collect when the dr. told me that Throttle was dead.
"Why don't we go find out, but first, would you like to say your final good bye before we take him to the morgue?", Dr. Sloane asked.
"I'd like to take him back to Mars for a proper burial, if that's alright with you, doc?", I replied.
"That's fine with me. I'll get the necessary paperwork ready after I take you to see him", said Dr. Sloane.
"Give me a few min. to talk with Jazz in private, ok", I said.
"Of course. I'll be back after I make rounds and check on other patients", Dr. Sloane said.
I nodded then watched the dr. leave the room.
After the door shut, I looked at Jazz and started crying. Jazz brought me closer to him and laid my head on his shoulder.
"I am so sorry, chica. What are you going to tell his friends?", Jazz asked.
I looked up at him with tears streaking down my face. "I don't know, Jazz. I do know it's going to kill his mom when I tell her that her only remaining son is dead. Can you call my dad and see if he can take some time off to come get Throttle's body from the hospital?", I replied.
"Yeah, no problem", said Jazz. Then he proceeded to call my dad and explain what happened last night.
Autobot HQ, Prime's office. 5pm. Prime was just finishing the final report for the evening. He put it in the outbox, then answered his comm. link. "Yes, Jazz", Prime said.
"Wolf wants to know if you can take some time off to come get Throttle's body from Chicago General Hospital?", Jazz asked.
"May I ask what happened?", replied Optimus.
He heard me yell that Throttle is dead and that someone snuck in and killed him.
"Sweet Primus! Tell Wolf I'll be there as soon as I can. Until then, don't let her doing anything stupid that could land her in jail", Prime said.
Jazz looked at me. "Don't worry, Prime. All she wants to do is go through the security tapes and find out who killed him. We'll see you when you get here, Prime. Jazz out", he said.
After Jazz cut the comm. link with my dad, he told me he'll be here as soon as he can. I nodded then pulled out my cell phone and called the Last Chance Garage. I had to tell both Harley and Silverdawn that Throttle was dead.
Limburger Tower. 11a. Limburger's office. Both Limburger and Karbunkle were talking about the late night trip to the hospital.
"I take it your lethal concoction did its job, my dear dr.?", Limburger asked.
"Yes it did, your cream cheesiness. He was dead before I left. But I'm afraid I was spotted on the security cameras", Karbunkle said.
"Not to worry, Karbunkle. As long as you didn't look at the cameras, no one can identify you", said Limburger.
I closed my cell phone and threw it against the wall. I started crying again. I couldn't bring myself to tell Throttle's mom that he's dead. Nor could I tell Harley.
Jazz got up and guided me back to the chair. He had me sit down and lean against him again. He told me that everything will be ok and that I have good friends to help me through my grieving.
I looked at him and smiled through the tears. My face was all wet from all the crying.
"I so want this to be a bad dream and I'll wake up and Throttle will be alive and ready to go home", I said, wiping my face.
"But you know it's not a bad dream, right?", asked Jazz.
"Yeah, but I wish it was. Throttle loved me for who I am, not what I am. He didn't see me as a hybrid. He only saw what was on the outside. He didn't care about my past relationships with Skywarp and Magnus. I'm going to miss him, Jazz. I don't know what I'm going to do without him. We weren't married that long. Only 2 yrs., then I lose him like this? I will bring his murderer to justice. Throttle's death will not be in vain. He will rest in peace", I said.
By the time Prime hit the Kansas border, he tried to get a hold of me on my cell, but had gotten no answer. All he got was the answering service from the cell provider.
"Hmm, either she has it off or something is wrong and unable to answer her phone", Prime said to himself. Then he tried to get a hold of Jazz on his comm.
"Yo!", Jazz said.
"Really Jazz? That's how you answer your comm. now?", Prime asked.
"Sorry Prime. Thought maybe it was Blaster calling. I was expecting him to call anytime", said Jazz.
"I'm unable to get a hold of Wolf. Is she ok?", asked Optimus.
"Sorta. She threw her phone against the wall in frustration. Throttle's death hit her hard, Prime. She's not taking it well. I don't know how much longer I can keep her calm 'til her next tirade. Ya gotta get here soon, Prime", Jazz said.
"I'm getting there as quick as I can, Jazz. Maybe take her to the Quigley Field Scoreboard. She has some friends there that might be able to help through her grieving", Prime said.
"I could give it a shot. Why don't you go ahead and transmit those directions to me and I'll get her ready to head out. Meet us there?", asked Jazz.
"Of course. Maybe I'll try to get a hold of her on her comm. since her phone is broken now", said Optimus.
"Ok. I'll let her know. Jazz out", he said. Then he cut the link.
It had just hit 12 noon when Jazz got off the comm. with Prime. He nudged me a bit and let me know that my dad was going to call me on my comm.
"Do I look like I wanna talk with anyone, Jazz? I just wanna be with Throttle right now. Go ask the dr. if I can go see him now", I said.
"Ok. Then maybe a trip to the scoreboard to see some of your friends. I think they should know what happened", Jazz said.
I looked at him in horror. "NO! Not 'til I'm ready to tell them", I said.
Jazz put his hands up in defense. "Hey, take it easy. It was just an idea that Prime came up with. Take it up with him", said Jazz.
"I'm sorry, Jazz. I don't mean to be a bitch. I'm having a hard time accepting his death. You know, I think I will go to the scoreboard, but I'm going on foot and alone. I need time to myself", I said.
"Whatever you want, chica. We're trying to help you anyway we can and you're pushing us out of the way", Jazz said.
"Your point, Jazz?", I asked. Then I walked out of the family waiting room. I walked down the hall to the double sliding doors of the hospital and then through the parking lot.
I didn't feel like getting into an argument with him, that's why I left the hospital.
On my way to the scoreboard, I was stopped by Stoker. He was on his bike, too.
"Hey, what brings you back to Chicago?", Stoker asked.
"I'll tell ya when we get back to the scoreboard. I have bad news", I said.
"Get on and we'll head on over there. I'm sorry for everything I've said about you. You, Throttle and your father are right. As long as you and Throttle are happy together, it shouldn't matter what you look like inside or outside. Speaking of Throttle, how is he? I heard what happened to land him in the hospital", said Stoker.
I started crying at the mention of Throttle's name. It hurt to hear his name. Stoker stopped his bike and asked what was wrong.
"Don't tell anyone 'til we get to the scoreboard, but Throttle is dead. Someone snuck into his room last night and injected a lethal substance into his IV bag. It hit his bloodstream instantly", I said, still crying.
Decepticon HQ. Skywarp's quarters. He had been deciding on whether or not to call me and apologize for being a total ass and ignore me all these years.
"Ah, hell with it. I don't give a rats ass if dad does ban me from the base as well as the Decepticons. Wolf is the mother of my boys", Skywarp said to himself. Then he left his quarters and walked down to Thundercracker's quarters. He knocked on the door, hoping that he was in.
"Come on in, 'Warp. Door is open", TC said, looking through a magazine.
Skywarp opened the door and walked in. "Hey bro, what's up?", asked 'Warp, closing the door behind him.
"Not a whole lot. What can I do for ya, 'Warp?", replied TC.
"Well, could you take care of the boys a little longer, TC? I'm going to go look for Wolf and make amends for the way I treated her years ago", 'Warp said.
"Dad is going to blow a fuse, then separate your head from your body when he hears this, 'Warp", TC said.
"Only if you tell him. But you're going to keep your mouth shut, right? Don't be like Screamer and be a rat. I know you had a thing for her at one time, bro", said 'Warp.
TC thought about it for a bit, then nodded his head. "Ok, bro. I won't say a word to dad about it. But I can't say the same for Screamer, though. You know if he hears about it, he'll tell dad, and then we're both in for it", said TC.
The Scoreboard. It was around 12:30p when Stoker and I arrived there. I tried to keep my emotions down as much as possible. I didn't want anyone to know that I had been crying off and on during the day.
Stoker parked his bike, then got off. He helped me off and escorted me up to the scoreboard. I couldn't believe that he was being a total gentlemouse to me. I was shocked at the way he was treating me. It was nice that he was treating me with respect.
He opened the door and let me in first, then walked in after me. He closed the door behind him. Vinnie, Vanessa and Hunter looked towards the door to see who came in.
Vinnie ran up to me and hugged me. "Geez, Vin. Do you need to hug me that hard? I'd like to breathe, please", I said, in between breaths.
He let me go and apologized for hugging me real tight. "It's cool, Vin. I need you all to sit down. I have some bad news concerning Throttle. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around how it happened", I said.
Everyone looked at each other then back at me. "What are you talking about, Doll face? I thought he was doing fine when I saw him last. What happened after Vanessa and I left?", asked Vinnie.
I sat down and took a deep breath. I let it out and started explaining what happened last night after the dr. left.
In the next several days, I stayed in Throttle's room with his body and the music cranked up all the way.
My dad was getting one hell of a headache cause of all the loud music. Everyone else loved it, but not my dad.
He got up from the sofa and headed for the source of the loud, obnoxious music.
While I was laying with Throttle's dead body, I heard pounding on my door and yelling, as well.
I had a feeling it was my dad doing both the pounding on the door and yelling to turn the music down.
I got up from the bed and turned the stereo off. Then I went to the door and opened it. There stood my dad in his holoform. He didn't look happy, either. He was rubbing the bridge of his nose, trying to subdue his oncoming headache.
"Heh, hey dad. What's up?", I asked, letting him inside my room.
He walked in and gave me "the look".
I knew that look all too well. It meant that I was in trouble.
After I closed the door, I asked him to take a seat. I had something I wanted to talk to him about.