Disclaimer!
I do not own Bolt, Mittens, or Rhino. I, likewise, do not own the characters of Penny or Emily Wallace, as they are owned by Walt Disney Pictures. However, the names Emily and Wallace are from my brain. Isabel, Paul Osmond, Joe Allen, Calvin Benson, Mindy, Mike, Auger, Daisy, Buck, Geoff, and Charlie are my OCs.
Rated T for coarse language, crude humour, blood, violence, suggestive themes, and mature dialogue.
Foreword
Incase you are wondering, here's what's happening. A friend of mine who I am beta reading for suggested, instead of writing new sequels, I start from scratch and rewrite Until I'm Saved... and I found the idea better than just continuing with Nostalgia, because I am feeling zero motivation to continue it... at least at the moment. So, this is what I'm gonna do, I am going to rewrite Until I'm Saved, POSSIBLY rewrite Vertigo, and then, if all goes well, continue with Nostalgia... however, given the fact that Barely Aware is absent from this list as well as fanfiction. net, I will probably have to change the end of Vertigo a little bit. I will try to get a chapter up every 2-3 days this time instead of the chapter-a-day strategy.
This story, incase you did not have the chance to read it the first time around, takes place 2 months after Bolt saves Penny from the burning TV station. Just when Bolt thinks he has it all mastered, Cupid's arrow strikes him at first sight of a gold husky named Isabel. Many shenanigans and coincidences bring these two together, but will Bolt choose love over his family? And exactly how far will Isabel's owner, two-time Missouri dog show champion Paul Osmond, go to be a winner once again? Well, let's begin! ...again!
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Until I'm SavedI: Sapphire Eyes
A steady rain doused the burgundy-shingled roof of the Wallace house on a September afternoon. The relaxing melody of the raindrops drenching the newly shined windows, lustrous and bold, creating a peaceful, rhythmic hum, a melodic trance, which spread throughout the empty house, absent of all life... well, all human life. The famous white American Shepherd that America had come to know as Bolt the Superdog, dozed peacefully upon the plush red couch laced with lighter red patterns of flowers among other floral embellishments, the hue and tint only showing the slightest contrast from the rose-red which coated the remainder.
The far left cushion on the couch was warmed, as the warmth of a soft body, complete with life, breath, and pulse, lay soundly upon it. The quiet, rhythmic breathing of the medium-sized Shepherd only adding to the hypnotic chorus of raindrops rapping at the windows. This dog was living the American Shepherd's dream; he had already won fame and attention, but that really didn't matter to him . Sure, being a former star supplied him with visitors every now and then, all wanting to simply appreciate the peer-proclaimed "superdog", to give him attention, to reward him for simply being himself, but this was not exactly what he had desired and craved for those long days and nights journeying back to Hollywood. What he really craved was to love, and to be loved. In his mind, he had now accomplished both, finding and winning back Penny, his beloved Owner, but Bolt was always prepared for the unexpected. After all, it's what brought Bolt to the realization that he was not a superdog.
As the afternoon reached a barrier between dusk and dawn; the morning of the evening, Bolt stirred. He slowly extended his arms and legs along the couch to stretch himself out, still laying on his belly, eyes squinted shut, and face wearing an innocent and happy smile until his mouth, unclasped, expanded widely into a great yawn, a tired grunt escaping him. Once the yawn finished its course, the happy expression returned. Amber eyes shimmering under the natural light bursting through the windows from the rainy outside, lips curving upward on both ends, brow and forehead relaxed into a look of content and self-indulgence.
Bolt finally sat up, stretching a little more while peering both left and right. Bolt could see Mittens's sleeping form at the opposite end of the couch. Bolt always thought Mittens was grouchy when she her sleep was interrupted, so Bolt made an effort to avoid waking her up as he continued to wake up from his nap. Mittens, over the last two months, had become quite a wonderful animal to be around. She had an uncanny ability of knowing what someone wanted and when they wanted it, such as when to fall asleep on someone's lap or when to just leave someone alone. She wasn't quite as social as Bolt, and often times would scurry to the attic or basement if the house got too crowded to her liking.
Bolt ended his stretch on the note of another large yawn; mouth opening widely and tongue curling back like a yo-yo twirling it's way back up the string. Bolt rose to all fours and, quiet as a mouse, he hopped off the red couch, landing on the soft, beige carpet below. Just another perk of being a former superdog... everything is so soft and comforting at home.
He began a trek toward the dining room, the door to which was located near the front wall, to the left of the couch. Bolt let his paws drag against the soft carpet, still waking up from his nap. Then he placed a rough paw down upon the hard, shining wooden floor of the dining room. Both its temperature and texture contrasting greatly to the softness of the beige carpet in the living room.
Bolt padded slowly through the dining room, tongue hanging slightly out of his mouth as the contented smile remained. He kept himself in close proximity to the tan stucco walls, decked with wood-framed pictures of Penny, her mother Emily, him, Mittens, and Rhino; the entire happy family. The family had been going through some very up and down times financially, despite these masques of optimism forever painted over their faces. When you are only on a show that is run on the merchandise it sells, rather than the fact that it is a good show, for only two seasons, you get money... but it doesn't last forever. Given this fact, coupled with the recent economic downturn, Emily began contemplating things such as selling her old Jeep Grand Cherokee for a hybrid in order to save money. This idea was nothing short of meager compared to her grand scheme; finding a good man to help hold down the fort by bringing home a paycheck of his own. She had been out on many dates of late, none of them progressing past the first, and Penny began to involuntarily feel sympathy for her mother. Other than this, all had been well. Bolt continued through the dining room, paws clicking quietly on the waxed floor, the rain creating the only background noise in the cozy house. He continued looking up at the array of framed photos on the wall next to him. On the long trip back to Hollywood, as well as many times growing up there, he had almost forgotten how great it felt to have someone to love and to get the same in return.
Bolt used his head to open the door to Emily's room. He placed a paw upon the soft rug beneath him and began to look around. Bolt looked at a black metal cage... Well, it was not a cage as much as it was a condo, complete with five stories. On each story was something different, from cardboard to toy balls. Bolt spotted the energetic ball of fuzz he had come to know as Rhino the hamster, a former Bolt fanatic. Rhino's personality had not changed much from when he and Bolt first met; he was still as eccentric as ever, but just as Mittens had, he had grown very attached to the family and found himself becoming very social among them. He loved to be in his exercise ball and out of his cage just so he could watch TV with them. Rhino's favourite thing in the world was watching sci-fi or action thrillers with the family alongside.
Bolt hopped onto Emily's soft bed and turned to face Rhino, who's cage was placed not a foot from the bed. "Hey Rhino, what's up?" Rhino held out a finger to hush Bolt, his eyes were fixed on the 30" flatscreen TV on the other side of the room. Bolt turned his head, following Rhino's mesmerized gaze, to see a 1970's looking car, lime green and marred with several dings and dents, driving at ridiculous speeds down a highway from a camera in the cockpit of a police cruiser. The other cars in their path were nothing more than blurs. Bolt was not surprised to see Rhino watching something like this, and let out an amused chuckle, "This one acted or real, Rhino?"
"Ohh! This one is real, that's the best part! See, the cops just wanted to give the person in the green car a speeding ticket, but now he's on the run from the cops! I don't think it's just that he doesn't want a speeding ticket... I have a feeling he's hiding something in that car that he doesn't want those cops to see! YOU GET HIM, COPPERS!!! NEVER RUN FROM THE LAW!!!" Rhino screamed out, now breathing heavily as he had excited himself. Bolt giggled, "Okay, easy Rhino. I'll watch it with you." Bolt watched as the chase continued on the TV.
Eventually, the cop found backup; two other police cruisers had made their way into the action, and one of them was able to clip the right rear corner of the car and send it into a spin off the road. The man jumped out of the car and tried to make a run for it before tripping and falling in the dirt. This enabled two officers to cuff him and drag him over to his car. "Sir, we have found illegal paraphernalia in your car. Do you have an explanation?" The bony-faced man, fuming with anger, did not answer, and instead spat in the cop's face. The cop wiped his face quickly and wiped his fingers off on his uniform, seeming to remain nonchalant to the man's 'answer'. "You have the right to remain silent, sir. Do you know your Miranda Rights?" The man did not respond, and the cop began to recite to him his Miranda Rights. "Yeah. Bunch of crazy people in the world. It's all ego…" Rhino commented.
A commercial followed, and Rhino let out a frustrated sigh. He got himself up and scurried to the fourth floor of his hamster condo. There were two bars in the cage, which had been bent so much that he was able to wriggle his way out of the cage between them. Bolt, a smile on his face, rolled his eyes when he first saw this, 'Typical Rhino...' he thought.
Rhino quickly climbed up the side of his cage, not finding it much of a challenge as his claws were perfect for climbing up the bars that made up the cage walls like a ladder. He eventually found himself at the top, where the channel changer was usually kept. He spotted it on the front edge and trotted to it. Eager, he quickly scrolled through the channels as fast as the remote would allow. Bolt watched as he passed a football game, a cartoon about cats, a medical show, a stock car race, a documentary about the War of 1812, a shampoo commercial, among many other random programs until Bolt saw something he liked, "Stop! Right there!" He yelled right as Rhino was about to change the channel once again.
On the television were several people and dogs lined up in a row, each wearing white cards with black numbers printed boldly on them. Bolt looked at Rhino inquisitively, "What's that?"
"Oh, that?" Rhino asked him, making it sound like the answer was nothing. "Ehh, that's one of those dog shows where goofy people dress up real nice to show off how well-trained their dog is. Honestly, I think they do nothing more than brainwash dogs into drones meant only to obey their masters." Suddenly, a large husky appeared on screen. Her fur was flowing and her eyes a stunning sapphire-azure. To put it simply, she got Bolt's attention.
His jaw dropped.