Chapter 1
I don't own the Biker Mice, Charley, Primer, Stoker or the song "Say Something" by Great Big World & Christina Aguilera.
A/N: I literally thumb sucked this story in an hour, since I need to find mojo to finish Injustice. While the storyline for that series is clear, the words evade me, so I thought churning out a one shot of something else entirely would help. This was written once, proof read once and posted, so apologies for factual errors, lack of substance (is that the right word) etc. Flame it, review it, this story was more for me than anything else, but maybe you'd enjoy it. Listen to the song before or while reading, it really adds to the story. I am a huge Korn/Combichrist fan, so it's a feat in itself that this song played such an important part.
Charley looked up at the slight knock on the door.
"Come in, Throttle."
She turned back and watched two of her best friends enter the room, looking incredibly handsome in their dark suits with matching ties. She quickly wiped her eyes to hide the evidence of her most recent crying sessions and turned around.
"Are you ready for this, Charley-mam?" Modo held his arms out and she walked into his strong embrace. Her arms snaked around his waist and pulled him close before reluctantly letting go. She sighed.
"As ready as I will ever be. I don't think any woman is ever prepared for this day." She turned back to the mirror.
"Primer is outside, she said to call her if you need anything." Throttle gave a supportive half smile. "Just because you're the only human on this planet doesn't mean you have to do this alone, you know. You are as much a part of us as any Martian mouse would be."
Charley's eyes glistened with tears. "I know, I just wanted to spend these last few minutes on my own. I'm just going to finish up my make-up and then Primer can bring me the bouquet. And help me get dressed. If I thought Martian wedding dresses would have less buttons I was sorely mistaken." She joked lamely.
"Don't hide your tears, Charley-mam. None of us are going to either. We all knew this day would come eventually, but that doesn't make it any less emotional for any of us." Modo wiped at his eye with the sleeve of his jacket. "Just looking at you turns on my waterworks. You look like a right princess. Any mouse would be proud to have a wife like you."
"I wish I could believe you. Maybe if he didn't…." Charley's voice broke.
It was Throttle's turn to hug her close. "You have given your all over the past six years, babe. I have not seen a more beautiful bride in all my years."
There was a knock and Primer's head peeked from around the door.
"Charley, it's almost time. Everyone is waiting but you can take all the time you need." She looked worriedly at her uncle and Modo just shook his head slightly.
Throttle gave Charley a last hug and pulled Primer outside to the hallway.
"I'm really worried about her, Throttle. I know crying is normal at a time like this, but she's hardly eaten or slept since Wednesday. She insisted on a Martian ceremony and we've explained as much as possible, but I'm not sure how much she's taken in."
Throttle nodded. "Yeah I know. Look, Modo will walk her down the aisle and I will wait up front, so if anything goes wrong, we will be there to handle the situation. Just get her to the chapel. Rimfire just texted to say Vinnie's arrived."
Primer bit her lip and nodded.
"I can do that."