Over on my tumblr (dorkinhighheels) I occasionally invite people to send me a pairing and a prompt and I respond with a short fic. This is a collection of Biker Mice From Mars fics, specifically VinniexCharley. Some of these are extremely racy and explicit (hence the M rating), and some are cute and fluffy, and some are a combination! There is no overarching plot or timeline, they are all self-contained pieces. All of these are very quickly written (in no longer than an hour) and not extensively edited so they are rough… but I hope you enjoy them! Reviews and concrit most welcome!

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Prompt from oh-my-shog: "Vinnie has a cold and Charley looks after him".

"Sweetheart! I'm dyin' up here! Can't a mouse get a little bit of sympathy?"

"Can it, Vinnie. I've got a garage to run and I ain't interested in the soap opera that is your man flu!"

"But sweetheart! Every second I spend on my back is another second the citizens of Chi-town are denied the ultimate privilege and pleasure of seeing my studly bod and my bad ass bike - mppffwwwwbleeeuuuggghhhhhh! " whatever nonsense Vinnie was about to exhaust her ears with was abruptly cut off by the sound of stomach-churning retching as he puked his guts up into the bucked she'd left by his bedside (well - hopefully).

Charley rolled her eyes and sighed, wiping her sweaty forehead with the back of her wrist and dropping her wrench into the tool box that sat beside the hog she was customising for a wealthy gang president in town from Detroit. That damn mouse had gone and gotten himself sick god-only-knows-how (probably during one of his all-night benders in the skeeziest skuzziest dives in town) and all day he'd been moaning and groaning in her bed, soaking the sheets with mouse sweat, vomiting up every damn thing that passed his lips (muzzle? She still wasn't sure…) and constantly crying for her attention. How was any respectable wrench jockey supposed to get any work done, let alone a contract of THIS size?

The retching noises came to a shuddery stop, and he made an attempt at recovering some of his lost cool, his voice trembling and weak: "Not that I mind being on my back in your bed - under other circumstances - "

"Oh shutup, you ridiculous rodent!" She shouted as she found what she was looking for in the medicine cabinet and began stomping up the stairs. Honestly, talk about a manbaby! Like she didn't carry on trooping every month when she had cramps and hot flushes and dizzy spells that would probably put this supposed macho mouse in the hospital!

She came to a halt at the top of the stairs, taking in the pathetic sight before her. Vinnie was sprawled gracelessly across her bed on his stomach, shivering and sweating all at once, his fur sodden and his tail flaccid like a sad string of overcooked spaghetti between his legs, his antennae drooping. He was half covered with a blanket that she knew he'd been kicking off and pulling up again, over and over, as variously his fever raged out of control only to grip him with relentless chills. The smell of sweat and vomit made her nose wrinkle delicately at the corners, but as he opened one watery red eye and attempted a smile that was a pitiful shadow of its usual easy cockiness, she felt her heart swell with tenderness.

"Oooh," he managed to say with weak enthusiasm as he caught sight of the bottle of rubbing alcohol in her hands. "Is it time for my sponge bath, nurse?" He chortled, but it sounded feeble.

"Any more innuendo and I'll gag you with your lucky bandana," she said warningly, meeting his eye so that he quailed, smothering his face in the pillows. "And at the rate you've been puking, I'd say that would get extra unpleasant, fast. Now get onto your back, ya big lug."

Slowly, painfully, the muscular mouse rolled over, groaning the whole while, as she unscrewed the lid and doused the handtowel she'd brought with her.

Vinnie moaned when the cool cloth made first contact with his furry forehead, his eyes squeezing shut, then relaxing in relief as the alcohol bath finally began to soothe his fevered body.

"I've got some painkillers here too, and some electrolyte capsules," she said quietly as she smoothed the damp fabric over his ears and across his cheeks, making her way down his neck. "You're going to have both."

Vinnie shivered and yanked the blanket up again as Charley continued to bathe him. "Thanks, sweetheart," he whimpered and Charley rolled her eyes again while suppressing an affectionate smile. He really was in pain, she knew, and it stirred immense tenderness in her to have him so helpless and miserable. "Just - one thing - that will help - more - "

"What's that?" she replied gently.

"Could you - just - just - please - put on a sexy little nurse's outfit with red heels - ow!"

"Vinnie!"