a love thought impossible

Stoker walked over to remove Hedwig, but she spread

her wings and hissed at him. When he didn't get the

warning at reached to grab her, she bit him hard on

his hand.

"Ouch! Bloody hell!"

"I don't think she likes us this close to Harry,"

Throttle said.

"Don't be stupid," Stoker said. "A bird can't think."

"I think you're wrong," Throttle said, eying the bird

suspiciously. "Take it easy, owl. We won't hurt him.

We are trying to keep him alive through his

transformation."

By that time, all the others had arrived and seen what

was happening.

Hedwig looked at him and then at Harry. She seemed to

think for a while, then gave a little hoot of

understanding. With a flutter, she flew and landed on

his shoulder.

"I'll be damned. She understood you," Stoker said,

scratching his head.

"The others were just as amazed by it."

Stoker went over to Harry to measure him. Hedwig

hissed, but calmed down when Throttle stroked her

head.

"He's not very tall, only 1.5 meters," Stoker said.

"I will measure him again after he is finished with

the changes."

Suddenly a glow enfolded Harry and he floated over the

bed. Stoker jumped back, covering his eyes as all the

others in the room did as well.

When they looked again, they saw that Harry had

changed slightly.

The biggest changes was that he had grown a lot, from

1.50 to 1.70 meters. His hair was still ebony black,

but now he now had gray stripes in his hair.

Stoker rushed forward and looked over all his vital

signs.

"I'll be damned, he is still alive," he said.

Throttle and the others let out the air they had been

holding.

Stoker jumped when a hand grabbed his wrist and he

exclaimed. "He's awake."

"What?" Throttle said, rushing forward.

"Harry, my name is Stoker. I need you to cough when I

take a hold of the respirator. Can you do that for

me?" Stoker said to Harry.

Harry nodded and began to cough when Stoker took the

tube out of his throat.

Throttle strode and waited to the tube was out and

Stoker had moved away to talk to Harry.

When Harry saw him, he smiled and tried to sit up.

Throttle bent down to help him. He was about to fluff

the pillow to support him.

Harry gave a contented sigh and leaned in to him.

Throttle stared at him in shock and over at Stoker who

just nodded. Their suspicion had just been confirmed.

Harry and Throttle was indeed soulmates.

He sat down on the bed with Harry nested against his

chest while Stoker pushed the others out so Throttle

could explain to Harry what was going on.

"Harry, we need to talk about some things," he said.

Harry looked up at him with his emerald eyes.

"Harry, do you know what a soulmate is?"

Harry nodded.

"Yes, it means that two people are destined to be

together. we learned about it in school."

"That's a very appropriate description," Throttle

answered. "We are soulmates."

"Not to be rude, but how do you know?"

"First and foremost, when I found you in the dungeon,

I was about to leave, but a smell caught my attention.

Then when I came into the cell, you were scared of

me, but when I talked to you, you calmed down and went

to sleep. Back here, you lean into my touch. That

was what aroused our suspicion."

Harry nodded again. "Can we take it easy?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way," he answered. "But

if we run into a problem, come to me and we'll deal

with it."

"I will do that," Harry said, grateful. He snuggled

deeper into Throttle's chest.

Throttle just smiled and held him closer.

"May I ask how old you are?"

"I'm 16 years old." Throttle looked a bit surprised.

"Can we talk about this another day, please?"

"Of course," Throttle said.

"Where am I, by the way?" Harry asked.

"Chicago."

"What, I'm in the USA?"

"Yes, why?"

"I'm from Little Whinging, Surrey," Harry said. "How

the heck did I end up in the USA?"

"I don't know, but we'll find out, okay?"

"Okay," Harry said, drifting off to sleep.

Throttle just looked at him and wondered how in he had

ended up here in the states.

-time

shift-

"Stoker, what is going on?" Carbine asked for the

fifth time.

"I'll answer when we are inside," Stoker said.

"Throttle and Harry are soulmates," he said finally.

"Oh," said all the other mice in the garage. Charlie

just looked at them, puzzled.

"What is a soulmate?"

Vinnie answered that question. "All mice from Mars

have a soulmate. They are born to be with that person

for the rest of their life, but sometimes they are not

even from the same planet. That is what has happened

here."

"But what about Carbine? I thought that Carbine and

Throttle were together," Charlie said.

"Yes we were, but we were not soulmates so we both

knew that when one of us found our soulmate, we would

have to split," Carbine said. "While we haven't found

our soulmates, we are free to be with the one we want.

But when he or she is found, it is that person. They

are the one we love above anything else in the world."

"It sounds like it is being forced on them," Charlie

said.

"If they don't do it, they will end up miserable."

"So Throttle and Harry have found their happiness in

each other now," Charlie said with an understanding

smile.

"Yes., said the other in the room.