A/N: As with all my BMFM stories I do not own the rights to the main characters, I do, however own the rights to my made up characters.
The Name Is Black, Jet Black.
Chapter 1.
This story, though a different title is a side story of the "I Am Mouse, Hear Me Squeak" stories, and as such contains all the characters. It is my homage to the James Bond films, I plead with Cubby Brocoli not to sue me!
Commander Jet Black has been living as part of my extended mice family for a month now, the injuries that he received in his fight with the thugs, though not completely healed, were well on the way to completely healing.
The guys and I had all decided to have one of our famouse James Bond marathons and had asked Commander Black if he wanted to join us.
Jet: Sure, I would love to join you, back on Mars we are able to receive your tv broadcasts, and have been able to for many years, so I've kind of grown up with James Bond.
The James Bond marathon was about to begin, but there was no sign of Jet, I decided to go and look for him, cos after all he didn't want to miss a single film. I eventually found the Commander in his room.
Me: Jet, are you coming we are about...
My sentence tailed off as I laid eyes on the sight that stood before me, the Commander completely dressed up as James Bond, including and imitation Walther PPK handgun.
Jet: The name is Black, Jet Black.
Me: Oh my god, you look fantastic. We have never actually dressed up as characters from the films, maybe we should.
I made my way to town and bought a whole heap of James Bond film costumes and then returned home, I walked into the living room where the rest of the guys were all sat.
Me: You know guys, why don't we all dress up as characters from the James Bond movies?
The guys all thought that it was a great idea, and made their way to the pile of costumes that I had bought, then they dissapeared to get themselves ready.
Two hours later, the big reveal and oh my god what a reveal. Modo had dressed up as Jaws, Hawk, because of his stature, had dressed up as Odd Job, complete with bowler hat, Charley, well she could really only be Miss Money Penny, Throttle was dressed up as M, Vinnie had dressed up as Alec Trevelyan (aka 006), Matt, of course got to be Fransisco Scaramanga, (aka The Man With The Golden Gun), owing to the fact that Throttle had bought him a replica of the actual golden gun, Josh became Ernst Blofeld, and me well I became Q. We all looked fantastic, then came the main event, standing at the top of the stairs was Jet, complete with the James Bond pose. Again he uttered those imortal words.
Jet: The name is Black, Jet Black.
There was much cheering and whistling as everyone congratulated each other on how good they looked as their character.
Jet made his way over to where I stood.
Jet: Hello Q, have you got some sort of gadget that will allow us to watch the films?
Me: Oh grow up 007, now I want these DVD's kept in pristine condition.
Jet: You can trust me Q.
Me: Yes, that's usually my first mistake.
We all fell about laughing at the attempt by Jet and myself at a little 'Bond' roll play, after the laughter had died down, we all made our way into the living room and took our seats, ready to watch the first film in the marathon, which would be "Dr No".
We had now spent four hours watching the films, so I decided that it was time for a break.
Me: Would any of you guys like a drink?
Jet: I'll have a root beer, shaken not stirred.
Me: You'll have a thump from me if you keep this up!
Again the sound of hearty laughter filled the room. After our intermission, we all sat down and began the second part of the marathon, the movie to begin part two of the marathon was "for Your Eyes Only", as the films beginning credits began to roll, a sudden silence descended on the room, and that is how it would remain for the rest of the marathon.
It was now 4 am and the end credits of the last movie, "Casino Royale", were rolling, I reached for the remote and stopped the DVD, and made sure that all the DVD's were back in their respective boxes and placed back in my locked glass cupboard, these were the only DVD's of mine that got this treatment as they were my pride and joy. After locking the cupboard, the guys and I all said goodnight to each other and went to our rooms to bed.
We had all now been asleep for about three hours, when I was awoken by the sound of one of the guys moaning and groaning, I got out of bed and put my dressing gown on and exited my room to try and see if I could find which of the mice it was that was doing the moaning. It didn't take much detective work on my part to find the cause of the noise, I stood outside Jet's room and could hear him talking in his sleep, I realised that he was just having a bad dream, and I began to make my way back to my room.
It was then that Jet said something that made me stop dead in my tracks, he called out the name Drax, I didn't want to intrude, but if he kept this up, the whole house would be awake, and I would have my hands full of tired and irritable mice. I quietly entered Jet's room, I walked over to the side of his bed and placed a hand on his shoulder and just gave him a gentle rock.
Me: Jet, Jet, come on bro, wake up.
Jet woke up with a start, his fur was absolutely covered in sweat droplets.
Jet: Vin, oh thank god it's you bro.
Me: That must have been one intense dream, do you wanna tell me about it?
Jet: Hell no, you would think that I was just being stupid and you would laugh at me.
Me: Oh Commander, you still have a lot to learn about me. There is no way that I would laugh at you and as for thinking that you are stupid, trust me, I don't. I'll let you into a secret, I had the same experience with Vinnie sometime back, he had an intense dream, but I managed to help him out, so why don't you give me a chance to help you out?
Jet: Ok here goes, it all stems from our James Bond Marathon. I'm James Bond and I'm on board Drax's Moonraker Shuttle, I know now that it was all a dream, but at the time it seemed so real.
I managed to settle the Commander back to sleep, even though by now it was daylight outside, and I made my way back to my bed and stayed there until 11.00 am.
I awoke at 11.00 am and made my way downstairs to get myself a drink and maybe a little late breakfast, I entered the kitchen and found Jet sat at the kitchen table, Daniel the chef had made Jet a cup of soathing herbal tea.
Daniel: Good morning sir, if you will forgive me saying so sir, you look as though you could drink a cup of my herbal tea too.
Me: Ah Daniel, your legendary herbal tea, I like the sound of that my friend and I would indeed love a cup, if you would be so kind.
Daniel made me a cup of herbal tea and placed it in front of me, I took a sip from the cup and could instantly feel myself beginning to relax. Daniel could see that Jet and I needed some time to talk, so he left the room and closed the door behind him.
Me: Remind me to give Daniel a raise, he always knows how to make a mouse relax, though in your case Jet, I see that you are still a little tense.
Jet: Vin, I'm sorry for waking you up earlier, it's just that the dream that I had seemed so real, I actually felt as though I was there, playing the roll of James Bond
Me: Jet, don't think that you are alone in having such realistic dreams, I have never told anybody this, but I too have been plagued by the realness of a dream, to the extent that I felt that I was going to die. Now that I see that you are prone to realistic dreams, maybe next time we have a James Bond Movie marathon, once it is finished, maybe we could all just sit with a cup of Daniel's herbal tea, to help us all get a peaceful sleep, and you may rest assured my friend that the only people that know of your affliction are you, me and Daniel, and that is how it will remain.
We could both now hear the tired stumblings of many mice heading towards the kitchen.
Me: Oh well, there goes my stock of Root Beer.
Both myself and Jet began to laugh, as many bottles of the mice's favourite drink began to dissapear from the cupboard.
A wry smile spread across Jet's face.
Jet: So, I guess if I'm James Bond, then I get to make eyes at the lovely Miss Money Penny.
Matt heard this, needless to say he was not impressed.
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