TigerTulip: I never thought I'd be writing a fanfiction for the Road Rovers. At first I thought it was silly and a little racial stereotyped but the more I watched the more I fell in love with the characters and story line. It was a shame it only lasted for 13 episodes. The title "You Can Never be Broken" is based upon the idea of people saying you can't make it or you're too damaged of a person but you really can achieve things if you try. Corny summary, I know. I made Exile (as he's my favorite character and to place him) one of the main characters in this fanfic. I hope it plays out all right. I think some of you will enjoy it. Here you go!

You Can Never be Broken

An Odd Situation

Acadia National Park, Maine, USA

It was an average day for Exile and the Road Rovers. They woke up at Mission Control around six a.m. and got on to do they're daily chores and responsibilities. The mission their Master gave to them for the day was to check up on the National Park in Maine. Something was stirring in the lumber yards on the border of the park, stealing supplies. There have been reports of missing food from the local grocery stores too.

The Master didn't usually take time for petty thefts like this but in the lumber yard; the control room was entered into. It caused malfunctions for the working men and women's new building processes they were working on. They planned on cutting wood for a new International Hospital for people with different languages and backgrounds. The hospital would be open to new immigrants coming to the U.S.A. But if this person made a second attack on the control room, the hospital would take months getting its lumber to make its beams and levers for the new building.

He ordered the Rovers just to investigate. It could have been General Parvo. Maybe that ex-military nut, Zachary Storm, who escaped from the asylum no more than a few months ago. The Rovers did as they were told and now they were in the snowy winter of Maine.

They went to the lumberyard and found footprints in in the snow.

"Let the tushy-biting begin!" howled Blitz.

"First, we gotta catch the thief in action," Hunter tried to reroute the Doberman back to their original mission. But trying to convince Blitz on what to do was nearly impossible.

Shag pointed out an opening in the steel gate nearby and they went to inspect it. It was small but still big enough to let something in. Everyone but Exile was drawn into the investigation.

The husky breathed in an out the cold crisp air.

"Ahhhh, it reminds me of Mother Russia," he sighed, "The snow, the tall pines, and—"

"Look out!" cried Colleen.

Exile and the others looked to where she was pointing. Up near the control room, on the roof, was a creature moving. Its Hershey-colored eyes caught sight of them and then it quickly bolted. The Rovers jumped into action to catch the thing but they lost sight of it. But not scent.

Hunter, being part tracking dog, sniffed the air and found the scent; wild tree sap and peaches and cream.

That was an odd mixture, he thought.

Hunter followed the scent and led the Rovers to the direction the thing may be in. They heard the chain gate rattling and they hurried. It was getting away! They saw footprints and kicked up snow leading out of the lumberyard and into the woods. They got down on all fours and chased after whoever it was.

"How could it get away from us dhat fast?" Blitz barked, "If it is a monster, I'll take it down!"

The dogs stopped when they reached the White Pines part of the forest. They got on all fours when they heard barking falling from one of the pines.

"It is climbing!" Exile determined and used his night vision to get a better look up in the trees. He saw an old tree house cradled on one tree's branches and he growled. "It is headed for that structure!" pointed and used his heat vision on the fortress. Why there was a treehouse in the middle of a national park, the Rovers were too busy to answer that. Maybe it was built by a couple of kids years back, none of them knew.

When the abandoned tree fort came down, they heard a wail, and looked to see that the monster was still in the tree.

"Exile, I think you've got this," Hunter said, "Me and the others will get back to the Jet Rover and get a cage ready. You get that thing out of the tree and meet us back down the trail."

"Okeydokey Comrade," Exile smiled at the other freedom fighter and turned his attention back to the mission at hand.

Exile searched through the trees trying to spot the next thing that moved. He turned on his night vision and stared high into the branches of the Eastern White Pines. The husky then caught sight of the monster climbing up in a branch fifty feet from the ground. He turned his night vision on to get a better look. When his eyes were trained on his target, he released his heat vision.

The red rays hit the branch the monster was clinging to. It let out an eerie like scream as it plummeted off of the tree and into the air. Maybe it was a Felin-Sapien, Exile thought to himself. He waited for the creature to fall to the snowbank below in front of him. He waited for it to crawl out of the snow and to face him, cat to dog.

For thirty seconds, the creature remained unmoving under the six-feet-snow. The snow then shuffled and tossed as a little hand poked out from the hole. Exile closed his opened jaws and perked his ears in curiosity. That wasn't a Felin-Sapien.


The Road Rovers were waiting done the hill, not knowing if their comrade had captured the monster successfully. Hunter squint his eyes to get a better look through the hailing snow and saw something coming up in the distance. It was their friend.

Exile came down the trail of snow toward the other Road Rovers. Hunter, Colleen, Blitz, and went to greet him.

"Yo, Exile! You find the mon-ugh Exile, what's that?" Hunter's eyes widened when he and the others saw what was kicking and screaming over the husky's right shoulder.

It was a human girl!

"Stop struggling, you were lucky hard landing was broken by soft snow," Exile growled sternly, "You gave us quite a scare now haven't you?"

The girl continued to pound her fists onto his massive shoulders to no affect. She kicked her legs high in the air and tried everything to get away from her captor. Exile did not take this lightly. He wrapped both arms around her back and shoved her a little upwards to surprise her. The girl gasped and screamed in terror as she leaned forward from his right shoulder, only four feet off of the ground.

"You're gonna drop me! You're gonna drop me!" she shivered in fear.

"Nyet, you an excellent climber such as yourself?" Exile chuckled, "Why would little climber be afraid of falling a couple of feet from ground?"

"When I'm stuck on the back of a dog-man!" she continued to squirm.

The other Road Rovers didn't know what to make of this. A mixture of feelings arose from the dogs; Shag was frightened and Colleen was interested on what the girl was doing here in the first place. Meanwhile, Hunter was really concerned that Exile would drop her and Blitz just wanted to laugh.

"Vhere did you find dhat little monster?" Blitz rested his elbow into his left arm. His eyes were squint and a big goofy grin was on his face as he stared impetuously at the girl.

"This is our little monster that was terrorizing the local wildlife 'round here," Exile set the girl on the ground. He made sure she stayed where he set her down as he kept his big hands on her shoulders.

She tried to shake his hands off but to no avail.

"Aww, 'ow old are you sweetie?" Colleen knelt down to get a better look at the child.

The girl bit her bottom lip as Colleen brushed her hand across her raven- colored hair to see her face. She stuck her tongue out childishly at Colleen. The collie frowned and took her hand away. "Not much of respect on this one is there?" she stared up at the boys.

"No respect at all," Exile replied.

Hunter got down on one knee next to Colleen and stared at the human. He placed his thumb and index finger between the girl's chin and pulled her face toward him. He asked the child what she was doing while her stay in the woods and what she was doing to cause so much trouble. The girl only said, "I was living in my tree house until you guys came along and blasted it out of my tree."

"Where's your mother? Your father?" Hunter pretended to be oblivious to what she had just said.

The girl remained silent. Seeing he was not going to get an answer for that question he went onto the next one. "Have you even heard of us? We're called the Road Rovers. And were the one trying to sabotage the lumberyard?" he asked.

"No, I've never of you guys before. And as for the lumberyard control room—that was an accident. I was trying to get the first aid kit inside and I guess I accidentally pushed a wrong button."

"You could have killed someone or yourself with all the destruction you have caused, little one!" Exile pulled her to face him.

"But the point is she didn't," Hunter tried to calm Exile.

"You surprised me when you came along in the snow and I thought your guys were werewolves. So I decided to run—" The girl caught herself revealing too much of her true feelings to these odd dog-men. She did not want them to know how she really felt about them. It would make them take advantage of her. "—But I wasn't scared at all," She said.

"Suuure you veren't," Blitz perked a teasingly voice, "So vhy not tell us, vhere vere you running to?"

"The abandoned tree house I found—before you knocked it down!"

Hunter stopped Blitz's ridiculous interrogation on the girl and stood up. He put his hands on his hips and gave her a strict glare. He decided to give her one of his moral lectures; "Well, what you were doing to get supplies and food was called stealing. It's the wrong thing to do and at your age you should know it. That's why kids like you have parents. So where are they?

The girl frowned bitterly at him and answered, "Dead. They've been gone ever since I was five."

Hunter felt a pang of guilt run through him. He wanted the girl to tell the truth, not hurt her.

"Oh—I'm sorry. But it still doesn't mean you deserve to live out here in the wilderness."

"You think I chose to live out here?! It's cold and gets wet. Trust me, I hate it out here. But I had to get used to it because I had to leave a mean place that I was before."

"What mean place?" asked Colleen.

"A bad place; a foster home with stupid rules and stupid people."

The Rovers looked at each other, deciding on what they were going to do with the girl. What was a foster home? They were never shoved into a position like this before. They weren't going to leave her out in the wilderness. The group came to a conclusion that they were going to take her back to Mission Control. Their Master would think of what to do.

The girl didn't go without a fight. Hunter had to hold her on his lap to keep her from fleeing away. Exile drove the Sky Rover back to Morocco, New Mexico. Blitz got smacked in the head by Colleen because he immaturely would not stop laughing at the girl's misfortune. Meanwhile, Shag worried what he was going to cook for dinner for a human that night. If she was even staying for dinner. When they reached the hidden base, Exile brought the ship down to the landing area below.

The Rovers came into the meeting room where their Master awaited them with the girl in tow. She was in awe of the base and all the equipment they had. She asked if she could look around but only received a "not now" from Hunter. The Master knew the child was coming because he watched their every move on the monitors in his lab. He was displeased with his Rovers' choice.

"You should have handed her over to the authorities, Rovers," he said.

The Cano-Sapiens' ears drooped and they seemed as if they were quivering from their Master's dissatisfaction. The girl did not know why they were acting like this. After all he was only a man. But then the girl wasn't a dog.

"Master, I know we should have given her to the police but there's a problem—" Hunter started, "She has no parents and she ran away from what she told us a "mean" foster home—What is a foster home by the way?"

The Master sighed. Why couldn't he have gone with cats? They'd understand human cultures faster by now.

"Foster homes are where human children are placed into for when they don't have any other place to go or—" he motioned to the girl, "Or in this young lady's case, for when they have no living relatives to take them in. " The Master turned all his focuses on the girl. She may have been a thief but with her situation he pitied her in a way. He decided to be gentle with this case.

She nervously gulped as he walked down the staircase. His eyes were ghost white, my God, they were ghost white! The man knelt down next to and asked her, her name and age. The man seemed to have a power over her of intimidation; one that the dog-men didn't have over her. With two words, she told everything;

"Roo. Ten."

The man chuckled and rested a hand on her shoulder, "Well, Roo. We can go with that name. Personally I think it's rather cute. How about we get you cleaned up, fed, and you can sleep here for the night."

Being a female, Roo was put under guard by Colleen being since she was a female and the only right choice to stand outside the door as Roo got cleaned up. The girl did as she was told.

After Roo's bath, Colleen had to drag her by the arm through the hallway because she was trying to escape through an air vent in the ceiling of the bathroom. Roo pulled back miserably as the collie grunted and groaned to get her to come along. Roo whimpered behind her upset face. Colleen got halfway down to the communion room and sighed. She let go of Roo's arm to get a breather. She panted with her tongue out and began to speak;

"Ya know kid; you're awfully unwilling to go with flow 'ere. It would 'elp if you'd walk with me instead of 'aving me to drag y-hey!"

Colleen looked back to see the girl was running away from Colleen. The collie got down on all fours and chased after her prey. That little sneak she thought in her head as she turned the corner Roo took. Roo looked behind her and saw the dog coming on close. She gritted her teeth and gulped. She sped faster and hung a left.

She spotted stacked boxes and saw her chance. With all her strength, she shoved over the pile of boxes so that they would collapse over each other. It made a small obstacle for Colleen to get over. The female Road Rover got back on twos and leapt over the boxes with ease. Meanwhile, Roo was already down to the kitchen.

Shag was coming out with a pizza in his hand and a twelve-liter bottle of soda in the other. The tall sheepdog couldn't help but twitch his right ear and looked over to see the human child from earlier turning around the corner. She was rushing past him and accidentally bumped into the giant beast. Shag jumped in terror and dropped his food and beverage.

Colleen slid right behind Roo, just in time for the pizza and soda to fall on top of her.

Shag and Roo stared in awe as the collie silently slipped her hands under her torso and lifted herself up midway. Coca-Cola and pieces of mushrooms and pepperoni slipped down her once beautiful hair. Shag began to tremble and backed away slowly.

"Mememememe!" he shivered.

Roo looked to him and back to Colleen. The collie was staring quietly at the messy floor beneath her. Roo was confused to why Shag was so scared of the smaller dog-woman right now. She didn't seem so scary at all. Actually, she was kind of funny looking now! A smile crinkled on Roo's lips and she burst out laughing.

"Nice hairdo pizza-face!" she rolled on her back and yowled with joy.

Collie simply smiled. Not a happy or joyful smile but a rage was burning heavily in her stomach and up to her throat. It was like a flame thrower as strong as Exile's heat vision was going to come out of her mouth and toward the human. It moved to her clutched fists and crinkling toes. She jumped up and slammed her armored fist into the wall.

Roo immediately stopped her laughing when she heard the breaking sound of the concrete. She stared frightened up at Colleen who's jowls were pulled back to reveal her canines.

"Ughhh-woops. Sorry Colleen," Roo grinned innocently, "You're not going to take this to heart are you?"

"Me? Noooo! I just want to see ya look as funny as I do!" the collie screamed and reached to grab the child.

Roo quickly got up and continued to run down the hallway with Colleen in chase, leaving a terrified Shag behind.

Meanwhile, the boys and Dr. Shepherd were in the communion room. Hunter was catching and spitting out his tennis ball. He chucked it fifty feet forward and used his super speed to catch it in his mouth and raced back to start over. Blitz was admiring himself in the mirror and brushed his ears back. Exile was weight lifting while Muzzle (or Scout) was being pat by Dr. Shepherd behind the ears.

The peace was quickly broken by a sharp yell that came from the hallway.

"Come back 'ere ya little monsta!"

The Rovers and doctor went to see what was going on and saw a sticky-pizza-covered Colleen trying to pull in a ballistic Roo by the arm. The ten-year-old tried to pull her arm loose from Colleen's grip but her free hand only slipped on the soda that covered Colleen's hand. Muzzle started to growl until Dr. Shepherd stepped in.

"What is going on here?!" he demanded.

The girls stopped fighting and look up at the stern professor. Roo and Colleen looked at each other and gave the other a bitter glare. They pointed to each other and started flying off the wall with accusations and pinning the fault onto the other person. It went on for another five seconds until Dr. Shepherd slammed his foot on the ground and ordered them to "sit." Colleen immediately obeyed while Roo stood up puzzled on what the dog was doing.

"Oh, I get it, sit!" she giggled.

Just then, Blitz grabbed her by the back of her pajama shirt and lifted her off the ground. "Vhat did you do to my angel?!" he demanded.

"One Blitz, I'm not your angel, two, put the kid down-she's mine!" Colleen got up and tried to reach for Roo again.

Dr. Shepherd stopped the fight before it became worse. He told Blitz to put Roo down and the Doberman obeyed. He told Colleen to take a shower and go back to her home in England with the Prime Minister of England. Colleen sneered in disgust and walked back to her own personal washroom.

Roo frowned and looked to the professor, "I'm sorry." She folded her arms behind her back and saw his expression was not changing. She lowered her head in shame and whispered, "If you were a runaway you'd understand why I want to leave."

"That's where I'm thinking of lacing you back into," Shepherd said bluntly.

"WHAT?!" Roo gasped.

"I mean it young lady," he said, "A Mission Control is no place for a child."

"You can't send me back!" she pleaded.

"What am I supposed to do Roo? You won't tell us your real name, I have enough time on my hands taking care of my dogs, and by law if I kept you here then that would be kidnapping on my hands! You're going back to your foster home, first thing tomorrow!"

Roo's hopeless gaping mouth shut and she narrowed her brows up at him. "No you won't," she snapped, "I'll just run away again!"

"No, you will not run away again," Exile stated simply. He walked up to the cringing Roo and looked toward his master. "Master, I will return the girl to her home first thing in the morning."