My dad looked horrified when I told him what I wanted to do. He almost looked physically ill at just the thought of me wanting to keep Throttle alive.
"I…I don't know what to say, sweetie. This goes against everything we Autobots stand for. Desecrating the dead? You can't be serious, Wolf? It's…", Prime said.
"It's what, dad? Wrong? Against the will of Primus? Well, I got news for ya, dad. I don't give a damn about the will of Primus! This is my husband, laying here, dead! Do you think I wanted him to die!", I said, pointing to Throttle.
"Now, sweetie. Don't get upset. I'm sure there's another way we can do this without trying to jumpstart his heart and bring him back", said Optimus.
"You don't get it, do you dad? There is no other way!", I said, clearly upset.
"Have you thought about what Ratchet and Wheeljack had done for you? Like your body?", Prime said, pointing to my body.
"That was the first idea I had, but decided against it due to lack of materials", I said.
"Throttle told me that he would donate the parts from their ship if Ratchet ever needed them. Have you thought about that?", asked Optimus.
"Well,…no. But if I can jumpstart his heart, then I wouldn't need to build a new body for him. That was the whole idea, dad. Too not build a new body", I said.
Meanwhile, the rest of the Martian Mice were relaxing and noticed the music was turned off. Everyone looked towards where Throttle's room is and wondered what had happened when none of them could find Optimus amongst them, either.
"Anyone know where Optimus is? And what happened to the music?", asked Stoker.
"No clue, coach, but I'm sure everything is ok. Bet he probably went to tell Wolf to turn the music down. He's not a fan of heavy metal music. According to a friend of hers, anyway", Vinnie said.
"Maybe I should go find out if everything is alright", Vanessa said, getting up from the recliner.
Vinnie grabbed her arm and told her not to bother them. "Why, bro? Aren't you a bit curious as to what's going on?", asked Vanessa.
"Nope. Not my concern, sis. If she wants to tell us, she will. Now, sit down and be patient", said Vinnie.
"I'm not going to sit here and listen to this any more, Wolf! I'm not going to let you do something like this! This sounds like something Megatron would try. I would never, in my darkest nightmares, think you would try to bring someone back from the dead and hope everything will be alright. Everything will not be alright! He will come back as a zombie! Is that what you want him to be? A zombie!?", Prime yelled.
I got royally pissed at my dad, and that don't happen very often, either.
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM! NOW!", I screamed. Then I picked up the closest thing to me, which was the lamp on the end table next to the bed. I threw it at my dad and nailed him in the face, hard.
Holoform or not, he felt that hit him. He was shocked that I even threw something at him, let alone hit him with anything.
Both Vinnie and Stoker looked at each other, then rushed to Throttle's room to see what was going on.
By the time they got to the door, Prime had walked out of my room with a nice cut across his face from the broken light bulb.
"What happened in there, Optimus? And are you alright?", asked Stoker.
"I'll be fine, Stoker. It'll be just a scratch in my robot mode. As to what happened in there. That's another matter all together", said Optimus.
"Tell us, please. Maybe we can help her in some way", Vinnie said.
Stoker looked at Vinnie. "I highly doubt you could help her, punk. I don't think she's going to leave Throttle's side 'til he's buried", Stoker said.
"Think again, Stoke. My father doesn't like my idea to bring Throttle back from the dead. Says it's wrong to desecrate the dead", I said.
"It is. I wouldn't even do something that degrading. What is wrong with you? Let Throttle rest in peace", said Stoker.
Before I could tear into Stoker, I was stopped by Vinnie.
"Why don't we go for a ride? I think you've been inside long enough", Vinnie said.
I looked at Vinnie and nodded. I knew what he was referring to. I needed to leave before it became a bloodbath in the scoreboard.
I went over to Vinnie's bike and grabbed the spare helmet, got on his bike and left.
"Aw, man. She couldn't wait for me?", said Vinnie.
Vanessa walked over to her brother and handed him her helmet.
"Take my bike and go after her, Vin. She shouldn't be alone in her present state", Vanessa said.
"I think you'd be better at this, sis. When I open my mouth, I say something stupid", Vinnie said.
"Alright, but when I bring her back, I want them to apologize for being total jerks", said Vanessa, pointing to Prime and Stoker.
"I don't know about Optimus, but I'm not apologizing for what I said. I think it's wrong for what she wants to do", Stoker said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Wolf is my only daughter, and I was a jerk to her. Perhaps I should go with you. I don't want to alienate my little girl", Prime said.
"No offense sir, but I think you're the last person she wants to see right now. I will tell her that you would like to apologize to her when I bring her back", said Vanessa.
"Thank you. I really appreciate that", said Optimus.
"No thanks needed, sir. I just want to see this get resolved. Both you and Stoker should put yourselves in her place and think about if you lost someone you loved. Wouldn't you do everything in your power to keep that loved one alive? I know that if I lost Greg, I would do everything I could to keep him alive, even if it meant desecrating the dead. I love that mouse sitting over there", Vanessa said, pointing over at Greg Hunter.
Greg got up from the sofa and walked over to his fiancé. He wrapped his arm around Vanessa's waist and squeezed her closer to him. "And I love you too, beautiful. Go help your friend and I'll hold down the fort", Greg said.
Vanessa leaned over and kissed Greg on the cheek. "Thanks Greg. I'll be back as soon as I can", said Vanessa.
I had found one of Modo's favorite fishing holes. I got off the motorcycle and walked over to the water. From the corner of my eye, I spotted a fishing pole. I walked over to it and picked it up.
"Modo must have left this by mistake", I said to myself.
While I was looking at the fishing pole, something else had caught my eye. Something shiny above me. I put the pole down and looked to see what was so shiny.
I climbed up to the top and walked over to the shiny object.
I tried to pick up the object, but it wouldn't budge. I kept trying to remove the object. By the time I finally unearthed the object, a trap was sprung around me. It smelled of a reeking Plutarkian. I wasn't in a good mood to start with and this just pissed me off more.
I pulled out my spare cell phone. There was no signal. I was fucked unless I found a weak point in the trap.
Oregon. Rogue Valley Medical Center. Maternity ward. Charley was in labor for the past 12 hrs. Poor Modo was a nervous wreck just waiting for the baby to be born. He stood by Charley's side, nervous wreck and all.
Another 5 hrs. later, the baby was born. He was 7lbs. 9oz. The baby has tan fur with pitch black hair. And adorable. He also has green eyes like his mother.
Modo sat next to Charely so he could hold his newborn son.
Limburger Tower. Karbunkle's lab. I had just been sedated before being taken out of the trap.
Once I was taken out, I was put on a cold, hard metal slab. Then I was tied down.
Several hours later, I had started coming around. I opened my eyes and nearly got blinded by the lights of the lab.
"Ah, I see you're awake. I do apologize for Karbunkle's terrible bedside manner. I was hoping for one of the Biker Mice, not you, my dear", Limburger said.
"Then untie me, cheese breath", I said.
"What language from a female. I was hoping we could talk about a possible truce", said Limburger.
"You're joking, right?", I asked.
"I assure you, my dear, I am quite serious. As serious as a heart attack. I believe that is the correct term. You miscreant mice are the reason I'm being told to go back to Plutark. I'd rather be tried for my crimes than go back there and have to face Lord Camembert in person", Limburger said.
"I can arrange to have you transferred to the Martian prison block", I said.
"If you do that, I'll tell you how that tan furred mouse died and who did it", said Limburger.
"I know how he died. I want the asshole who killed him", I said.
"Then we have a deal?", Limburger asked.
"Yes, we do. Double cross me and I kill you and everyone who works for you. Understand?", I replied.
"Of course", said Limburger, as he released me from my bonds.
"Uh, could you not stand so close to me, please. I have a very sensitive nose", I said.
After limburger released me from my bonds, he stepped back.
"Alright, now that I'm free and before I make the call to Mars, I wanna know who is responsible for killing my beloved husband, Throttle. The tan furred mouse in the hospital?", I said.
Limburger looked genuinely shocked when I said that Throttle was my husband.
"Karbunkle is the one you want. He snuck into the hospital, and injected the lethal concoction into your husband's IV bag. If I had known that he was married, I would have thought twice when I sent Karbunkle to eliminate him. I, too, have a family back on Plutark. I understand your dilemma. Please forgive me, my dear female mouse", Limburger said.
"You don't need to apologize. Just hand over the deranged dr. and I'll make the call to Mars", I said.
Karbunkle walked in at the right time. I brought out my weapon and raised at him. I growled low in my throat.
"Cause of you, fat head, my husband is dead! I should kill you where you stand!", I yelled.
Karbunkle was shaking in fear. I started squeezing the trigger.
By the time I reigned in my anger and rage, it was too late. I had shot and killed Karbunkle.
In a way, I felt better knowing that he will never kill anyone again, yet, I felt bad cause I promised my dad I wouldn't kill, but I couldn't help it. I needed closure, as did Throttle. He needed to know that he can rest in peace now.
I pulled out my cell phone and made that call. That very long distance call to Mars.
"Martian Freedom Fighters HQ. General Carbine speaking. How can I direct your call?", she asked.
"Hello…mother. I have good news. The Plutarkian problem here on Earth is done for. Limburger has surrendered peacefully", I said.
"You're serious? He really surrendered?", asked Carbine.
"Yes and yes. Would you like to ask him yourself?", I replied.
"Yes, I would", Carbine said.
I handed Limburger my phone and told him that the General wanted to hear for herself that he surrendered.
An hour later, Limburger gave me the phone back.
"I must say. She was quite shocked to hear that I surrendered. She said to tell you she will arrive in 2 days at the garage I was trying to buy", said Limburger.
"I'd say you should apologize to Charley, but she doesn't run it any more. Someone else does. I have to ask this. Why did you keep that greasy ape, Greasepit, around for so long? You'd think after the first few times he failed, you would have gotten rid of him", I said.
"I've been saying that for years. Would you do me the honor and put him out of my misery, please", Limburger said.
"I'd be happy to. Where is the greasy dumbass at?", I asked, looking around.
The Scoreboard. Throttles' room. Prime was back in there, sitting next to Throttle's body. He couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't sound so pathetic. Instead, he called Autobot HQ to see about having a military funeral for Throttle.
"Prowl here. How's everything your way, Prime?", asked Prowl.
"I wish it was going great, but it's not. Wolf and I got into a physical fight a while ago. Do you think you could send my son out this way, Prowl? Maybe he can keep an optic on her", Prime said.
"I'll see if I can find him, then send him your way. I'm sorry you 2 got in a fight. Hopefully, both of you get it resolved before coming back here", Prowl said.
"We will, Prowl. I assure you, we will. I'll call you before we head back. There is one other reason I called. I'd like to have a military funeral for Wolf's husband. I don't want her to do what she says she's going to do", said Optimus.
"And that is what, Prime?", asked Prowl.
"Wolf wants to bring him back from the dead. I won't allow it to happen. And because I told Wolf that, she threw a lamp at my face", Prime said.
"Perhaps I should talk with her. I've been wanting to talk with her about Sunstreaker's death and how it affected me", Prowl said.
Skywarp arrived at Autobot HQ and walked in. The alarms went off shortly after he walked in.
"How typical of the Autobots. Hopefully, they won't lock me up before I explain why I'm here", Skywarp said to himself.