A/N: Hi everyone! well, here's another bmfm fanfic I just had to get down on paper. It just came to mind and I had to get it out. Hope you all enjoyed it.
Basically in this fanfic I've created Charley, Vinnie, Modo, Throttle, Stoker and Charley's parents have known each other for a few years before the initial crash landing in Quigley field. The guys come back 15 years later when Stoker send them on a mission to Earth. I'm not tellin' everything so enjoy and please review!


Chicago, 15 years ago

"Aw come on dad! I wanna help you!" she crossed my arms, determined to let her help him.

"Now listen here Charlene, this bike is real important. The owner is comin' soon and it needs to be fixed pronto. I don't need ya messin' around with my tools," Henry Davidson regarded his daughter with he hoped was a severe look. Keepin' a straight face around his grease monkey of a daughter was hard enough as it was. Seein' her demin overalls, pigtails high up on her head, 'Harley Davidson' tank top and oil rag hangin' out her back pocket just made her about the cutest little thing he'd ever seen.

"I won't! I promise, I'll be real careful with your tools daddy," she knew he'd soften up if she called him daddy. He always did. Charlene clapped her hands excitedly when he sighed in defeat and handed her a #2 phillips.

"Start removin' that manifold. Careful not to strip the screws. If it's too hard just let me know,"

"I will daddy, and… and thank you,"

"No problem darlin'," smiling as his daughter lay down on the creeper, he watched in awe as she slid her little lanky frame under the bike and went to work on the screws holding the manifold in place, and I wanted a son… he chuckled to himself.


2 ½ hours later

"Well, well, well, looks like my baby's gettin' the royal treatment!"

Henry stood up, wiping his hands clean as he shook hands with one of the most honorable men he'd ever known. Except for the fact that he was a 6 and half foot tall mouse, a rich brown colored mouse with a mane of hair a shade darker hanging halfway down his back in a loose ponytail. His dark green military issue pants and vest gave him an aura of harshness. He knew better.

"You bet she is. Charlene here's been helpin' me getting' her back in tip top shape. Ain't that right darlin',"

"Yes sir," standing erect, the cutest little girl in grease stained overalls and oil smudges on her freckled cheeks.

Chuckling, the tall Martian sat on his heels and regarded the little lady with a gentle smile,

"You been helpin' your dad little lady,"

"Sure have been Stoker sir," she looked him in the eye, trying not to smile. Her father had always taught her to be strong. She didn't like those sissy girls in dresses who squealed and ran around like nit wits.

"I can see that. And it's just Stoker sweetheart," he chucked her under the chin, wiping the oil smudges off her cheek in the process. "You've done a mighty fine job here Charley,"

"I don't mean to be rude Stoker sir, but my name's Charlene. Charley's a boy's name,"

"I thought I said to call me Stoker,"

"I will so long as you call me Charlene," Henry chuckled at his daughter character. Stoker smiled a wide crooked grin and ruffled her hair.

"You got spunk sweetheart, never lose that. Charlene it is," Stoker reached his hand out and grinned when Charlene placed her tiny hand in his, giving it a vigorous hand shake that had the male mouse smiling with pride. She sure will be a little spit fire when she grows up.

"I won't,"

"Promise?"

"Promise,"

Just then a little white Martian mouse no more than a year older than Charlene ran out from the truck Stoker had come out of.

"You better make her pinky swear uncle Stoker, girls don't keep no promises," he crossed his little white furry arms, staring down the earthen girl.

"I keep 'em better than you Vincent!" she stuck her tongue out at him, and smiled triumphantly when he pointed at her and looked at his two other friends still in the truck for help.

"You see that! She stuck her tongue out at me! She probably sprayed me with cooties!" All three looked at her like she'd grown an extra head.

"I don't have no cooties Van Wham! You take that back or I'll slug ya!"

The two other Martian boys stepped out of the truck and stood behind Vincent.

"No one threatens our friends!" the tan one said, maybe about two years older than Charlene.

"Especially not some girl!" came the response from the oldest of the three, a bulky grey one.

"Now kids," Henry's voice brooked no argument from the four,

"He started it! He said I couldn't keep promises and that I had cooties!" Charlene looked at her father, pointing an accusing finger to the little white furred Martian who was a little taller than her.

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"ENOUGH!" Stoker's barked out command stopped all rebuttals.

"But-" Stoker looked down at Vincent with a stern fatherly look and tried not to smile when the little white energetic ball of fur crossed his arms and pouted.

"aw man," he breathed under his breath.

"Now boys, say bye to Mr. Davidson and Charlene before we leave,"

He almost snorted with laughter when all three gave him a traitorous look at the mention of the feisty little girl.

"Now,"

Hanging their heads low, they mumbled their goodbyes and shook hands with Henry, and avoided all contact with Charlene who kept her fists raised when Vincent came close.

"Charlene," rolling her eyes at her father's warning, Charlene lowered her fists and bid her farewells to the mice she'd known almost all her 11 years of life.

"You're a good man Henry," Stoker walked over and clapped the man he'd come to admire as a brother in a 'manly' hug and picked up the scrawny little girl, making her curly pigtails bounce.

"You keep an eye out for your old man little lady. He's got a damn fine mechanic workin' for him and I hope she won't be leavin' anytime soon,"

"No sir! One day, the garage will be mine and I'll be the best mechanic this side of Chi-town," pointing proudly at herself, Charlene's smiling face drooped a little.

"What's wrong darlin'?" Stoker lifted the little girl's chin.

"Aw look, the widdle baby is cryin'!" the boys' laughter was drowned out by Charlene's high pitch scream.

"I don't cry you big ninnies! You keep that up and I'll wallop ya all from here to Japan!"

"Ha! No you can't! You don't even know where Japan is!"

"I will once I send you there on your arse!"

"CHARLENE!" Stoker and Henry's shocked voices stopped all teasing.

"Alright, now what's all this about. What are you gettin' all worked up about?"

"I… I'm gonna miss you Stoker," wrapping her skinny little arms around the tall Martian man she'd come to love like an uncle, she sniffed and quickly rubbed the tear that threatened to spill.

"Damn wind," she muttered.

"You, young missy, have been hangin' around grease monkeys for too long," hugging her tightly to him, he whispered in her ear, "we'll be back darlin'. Not right away, but we'll be back,"

"You promise?"

"I promise,"

"Pinky swear it then," squinting her eyes at him in a scrutinizing way she held up her pinky in front of his face and waited for him to do the same.

"Why do I have to pinky swear?"

"'Cause boys are ninnies and can't keep their promises. Now pinky swear Stoker or I won't be your little darlin' anymore," she knew that was low, but she wanted to get her point across.

Chuckling at her gumption, he raised an eyebrow at Henry and pointed to the little girl in his arms,

"You'd better keep an eye on this one,"

"Oh I will,"

"Will you pinky swear already!"

"Alright, alright!"

Twisting his furry pinky around her tiny little furless one, Stoker repeated, "we promise to come back l'il darlin',"

"I want you to come back. Those three can stay on Mars,"

"Just for that I'm gonna come back just to give you a nooggy and a wedgy!" came the reply from the truck.

"Not before I give ya a swirly!"

"Alright! Enough! Geez!! You two need to kiss and make-up!"

Vincent stuck his head out of the truck, looking like he'd be sick, while Charlene grabbed Stoker's face, brought it near her own so close he could count the freckles on her nose and said very sternly,

"That's SSOO gross! Not only does he have cooties, but he's got Martian cooties. That's worse than normal cooties," letting go of his face and shaking her head like she was disappointed in him, she wriggled her way out of his grasp. Both men tried not to explode with laughter.

"Remember your pinky swear!" she said as she ran back to the garage.

"Where're you goin'?" Henry called when his daughter ran away from the group.

"I'm hungry and I want a doughnut before they're all gone. Want me to save ya one daddy?"

"Yeah, save me a Boston cream. If Ben touches it you have my permission to fatten his lip,"

Nodding like a girl on a mission she swung open the door to the mess hall and yelled out,

"If anyone touches my daddy's Boston cream, he said I can fatten your lip!"

Stoker watched the little girl shut the door behind her and grabbed Henry by the shoulders,

"You've got quite the little woman there Henry. She's gonna be a handful, but she will be gorgeous,"

"What's this about my girl bein' a handful?" a young woman in her early twenties stepped out of the room her daughter had just gone into and wiped her hands on her apron.

"Hey there Tammy,"

"Don't you 'Hey Tammy' me mister. I don't need my daughter hollerin' about punchin' in someone's lip for a doughnut," giving her husband an affectionate hug, she turned to Stoker and adjusted the collar of his vest and brushed his unruly bangs out of his eyes.

"You can't go goin' back to Mars lookin' like somethin' the cat dragged in,"

Grinning like a fool he grabbed his best friend's wife in a hug and lifted her off the ground, making her laugh in delight,

"You were always good to me Tammy. I just hope you did good choosin' the old wrench jockey here,"

Pointing over to his friend, Tammy snorted in laughter and slapped his hands away.

"Dirty old mouse,"

"And lovin' every minute of it,"

Smiling he waved goodbye one more time, asked the boys to say goodbye to Henry and Tammy and they were on their way to the secret location where a shuttle would be picking them up and bringing them back to Mars.