I do not own the Biker Mice from Mars and use them only for entertainment purpose.
Forever and Always
By Morning2003
Charlene Davidson sat in her truck as the last of her belonging where loaded on to the moving van. She sighed despondently seeing a part of her life ending. She looked at the condemned sign that was nailed across the front of the garage door and struggled not to cry again. The soft bright giggle coming from the child seat strapped into the back, helped push the tears away. She turned around and smiled at the center of her life, the reason she hadn't gone completely insane when Throttle left.
She saw so much of him in the color of the little girls golden tan hair and almost matching skin tone. Her odd colored violet eyes got many compliments from anyone who looked at the strangely beautiful child and the same thing was always said, "she had an almost other world look about her." Holding a hand under her daughter's chin Charley remembered their last moments with Throttle. The sound of his voice promising to return to them, the look of devotion and adoring love which filled his eyes and the tears that poured from them when they kissed for the last time.
Had he survived? Did Mars lost the war? Were any of them still alive? She touched the small gold band around her the left finger, the ring that was forged from the gold hoop that use to hang in his ear. The gold was so pure that the tiny amount left over, along with the other small stud was converted into cash and put in an account to take care of she and their daughter.
She fought to stay in the garage her father had practically built single handed, the place where she first met the person who would become the most important part of her life, but the city wouldn't allow her to remain. All the digging Limburger had done, before his very unhappy, Planetary High Counsel had permanently dealt him with, had so weaken the area that the remaining land for ten miles around was on the verge of clasping. The city government never understood what actually happened but decided that the whole area would be demolished and turned into low income housing for the poor.
Charley had purchased a modest size house with a garage attached and small amount of land just out side of the city. She could still do minor repairs for those customers who'd remained loyal. But now she wondered if Throttle would be able to find them, providing he was still alive? The small circle of friends who knew of the Martians existence had either moved away or like dear Chief Andy had died. Even Jack McCyber who was one of the last to give up on the Martians ever returning, had left the country with his wife, Charlotte and daughter, Gloria. Maybe he had the right idea. When she'd seen them off the last thing he said was, "go on with your life, Charley. I think he'd want you to find happiness and a good future for you and the baby."
She sighed breaking her reminiscing as the horn from the moving van let her know they had finished and were on their way to her new home. She looked at the building once more and smiled sadly.
It didn't matter whether he came back or not. He was the only man she would ever love and although her life would go on and she'd raise their daughter the best way she knew how. Love like theirs only came around once in a lifetime and she would be content to keep that love forever.
"Mommy, how will daddy know where to find us," Galataya asked holding tightly to the well-loved fuzzy tan stuffed mouse her father place in her cradle the day she was born.
"He'll find us Gally, Daddy will always know how to find us." Charley smiled at her daughter, turned and started up her truck heading out to their new home.
*****
Four years, it was amazing how fast time will slip by when you have an entire planet to save. Stoker, Throttle, Modo and Vinnie stood watching the last of the prison transports leave taking the remaining Plutarkian prisoner off their finally freed planet.
Who would have guess that the same aliens that were going to sentence them to a life time in prison during the tribunal would come to their aid and help them end the Plutarkian tyranny.
"It's over. I can't believe it's finally over. I never thought I'd see it in my life time," the mature freedom fighter shook his head in disbelief. His now completely white hair blew softly in the wind.
"I knew you'd still be around, old man. You wouldn't miss me in my finest hour, that kinda history is only made once in a millennium," Vinnie smile lightly punching Stoker on the shoulder.
The older Martian only smiled and nodded. For Vinnie, what he said was equivalent to a grateful hug.
"So you gonna be headin' back Bro?" Modo turned to Throttle already knowing that it was the only thing on his friend's mind.
"Yeah as soon as I can get a ship I'm goin' back for them." Throttle answered gazing in the direction of the blue green planet where he'd left his heart.
"You think she'll still be waiting, it's been a long time and we haven't been able to contact Earth once the fish heads tried to block our communications with any other planet. Even when the block came down you couldn't get in touch with her." Vinnie questioned not meaning to be insensitive.
"Doesn't mater. We vowed to be together. We made sure her world was safe and now so is ours. I gotta go and bring my family home."
" How old is the baby, now?" Modo smiled encouragingly.
Throttle was silent for a minute then took a slightly tattered photo out of the green pouch that still hung around his hips and stared at it with a sorrow filled longing, "She'll be five years old next month. I sometimes forget how little she was when we had to leave." His fingers tenderly touched the faces of his precious baby daughter and beautiful terrain wife he was forced to leave behind.
Stoker walked up next to Throttle and look at the photo, " You did what any good father and husband would have done. You left them where they would be safe. Charley understood and she knew you had to come back to finish off the fishheads and finally rid the universe of their stench. She's a great gal and she'll be waiting. So you 'd better get goin' Rookie, go bring em' home."
"Thanks teach, I'm gonna do just that. Am I makin' this trip alone, bros.?" Throttle looked to the friends that had stuck with him through the many years of struggle.
At one time it would have taken a platoon of Plutarkians to stop him for flying off, but with years comes maturity and now responsibility. He had a wife and two children of his own that had to be his major concern. Vinnie looked at Throttle with a little guilt not saying anything.
Hey Vin, don't sweat it. I know what family means, you gotta take care of home." Throttle gave his younger partner an understanding slap on the back.
"How about you Big Fella, you hangin'?" he turned to Modo.
"Yeah, I'm with ya bro. Since Momma started the children's relief center she's been really busy and won't miss me hanging around gettin' in the way."
One more look at the smoke trail left by the departing transport and they all got on their bikes to leave. Stoker watched his boys all having survived and all having changed in so many ways. Hopefully life would be kind to each for the sacrifices they'd made and their futures would be brighter than their pasts.
To be continued….
