I own nothing related to Biker Mice From Mars or anything in the TMNT series, this is for fun, and I'm only writing this once so take notice now. Enjoy!

Charley grinned as her motorcycle sped down the high way, wisps of her dark hair blowing out from beneath her helmet. She sped down the high way, loving how her bike felt beneath her. The gentle hum of the engine, the blasts from the engines, the smell of a bike in the morning...it was safe to say Charley was addicted to motorcycles, not that she'd admit it (most of the time). The cool morning air blew against her skin like a friend, her tank top thankfully not blowing out around her, her jeans hugging her legs, and her dark eyes glittering in excitement.

She was leaving Chicago behind.

For now.

There was no real reason for her sudden want to head east...well, actually there was. It had a name, and that name was Vinnie. I'm sure you can fill in the blanks...no? Really? The white mouse had finally driven her insane, and she was so tired of his constant flirts...right? She needed time to think, and since he had destroyed her latest and greatest creation of a mega-motorcycle (he said it was an accident) she pulled out one of the few bikes she kept hidden away because the bros would destroy it in five seconds flat, she was leaving Chicago behind and heading east.

To New York City.

The bros didn't know one thing about her, she had spent a few summers that way with her cousin's family. She was always welcome in the Big Apple, and she was going to take advantage of it. She hadn't told them where she was going. Oh she'd left a note of course. Otherwise those mice would've thought she'd been kidnapped or something. You seriously don't want to see a mouse who's friend's been kidnapped, it's not pretty. Music pounded from a passing car and her grin intensified as she took the off ramp. I'm almost there! She thought eagerly. She was hoping the mice wouldn't find her, she wanted some people time. She loved the bros, seriously, she did, but after a while a girl just needs to have some human interaction. It was time to just get away for a while, it wasn't like the bros couldn't take care of their bikes, and they knew how to make adjustments such as turbo boosts, laser attachments, and of course a beer dispenser for when they got thirsty. I'm not the only genius in the shop, they'll be fine.

There was another reason Charley was headed out of town. Since her shop had been destroyed by the manic Ronaldo Rump, Charley had become slightly depressed. The Last Chance Garage was her home most of the time, her baby actually. Now that it was gone...it was time to build it again. And what better place than in the Center of the Universe? New York City, all those cars, all those bikes...it was gonna be sweet. Turning off the road she pulled into a rest stop. The skyline was dominated by skyscrapers, and Charley grinned. It also helped that since one of her Uncles had passed away, she had inherited his old mechanics shop. She hadn't really known Uncle M, he was a pure blooded recluse but was a genius on machines. He had the magic touch when it came to mechanics. Charley's parents always assumed she had gotten her talent for being a grease monkey from him...even though he was twice removed by law. She was sorry he was gone though. The official report said it had been gang activity, that Uncle M hadn't paid tribute or something. She was slightly apprehensive about that, but she had a bike wrench and wasn't to worried.

At the worst, she got a guard dog.

At the best, she didn't get a guard dog.

The sun shone brightly over the New York City skyline, and Charley pulled off her helmet. It was going to be a great day, she knew it. She may be in a whole new city, alone, with no actual idea where her Uncle's old shop was..., but it was gong to be great. And maybe...maybe she'd meet a human guy while she was out here. With so many people, her soul mate could be around the corner! And not to mention one of her best buds from her summer days still lived here, H. He could show her around the city, be her guide. He was one of the best guys on the block the last time she had been around, but it wasn't like he could have changed too much, right?

Charley stood up and flipped the kickstand on her bike as she stood up and stretched. She ran her fingers through her dark hair with a smile, letting out a yawn and then sitting back down on her black bike. It was an older bike, one she'd gotten as a present from her parents years ago. It was special to her, and she tended to keep it safe from anyone's eyes. If the bros found out about it, jeez, they'd turn it into one of their 'experiments'. She thought with a groan. She yawned again, and decided she need to find the old shop. Last Chance Garage II coming up! She thought with a whoop, and sped into the heart of New York City. She knew it probably was just a buzzing from her long drive, but Charley had the strangest premonition that she would be having a new adventure in this city. Of course, that couldn't happen. She'd left all the crazy Mars citizens back in the Windy City, they couldn't just show up here of all places, that would be crazy!

Nah, nothing crazy's going to happen. She told herself firmly. You have got to get a grip, Char, what do you think you're going to find? More mice?