A little experimentation, taking place during episode 47. Yes, it's available on youtube- go search "biker mice 47", and thank me later. :)

You'd think it'd be simple. Crash the parking garage, blow up the Tower (this time, add some fireworks, make it really pretty and spell out FISH SUCK), go back to Charley's and celebrate a victory.

Not quite.

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I hear Vinnie- actually, it's his bike, sending out a distress signal. So what else is new?

Out comes the calvary! Boom, smash, through the fence to save Vinnie's ass and destroy things and kill goons and such. I raise my arm, take aim, 'ject the cannon, get ready to fire-

Wait, what?

I turn around.

Oh, my, GOD.

I jump off my bike and run over to him- this kid, he looks just barely 10 years old.. oh my God, look at what I've done!

How could I have missed him? I went right through that fence! I had no idea he was.. How did I miss him? How?

I kneel down to pick him up, and then I feel the shadow and hear the taunts as a goon swings his craneful of steel girder at me. I barely register that Vinnie's the one who manages to save me and the kid in the nick of time.

He comes over and starts joking, being sarcastic like he's so good at. He doesn't see the kid until I pick him up and turn around, then Vinnie's face falls and he mumbles, "Oh, man."

"I gotta get this kid to a hospital," I say, and it comes out a little raspy.

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Good lord, I've been waiting in this Godforsaken room for a hour, when's he gonna-

Oh, there's the nurse.

"You may see the patient now."

I shove into the room and go over to the kid. He has bruises on his face, his arm, his leg and arm are in a cast and dear lord there's a bandage over his eye-

I gather myself, "Kid, can ya hear me?" Nothing. He just moans. "Can ya talk?"

Again, nothing. He stirrs a little bit. Where are his parents? Oh, great, what if he's from a orphanage? That'd look real fucking nice on my resume. 'Ran over a orphan, broke his arm and leg and made him half-blind. Had Vietnam flashback. Oops.'

"I'm so sorry.. I didn't mean to.. I.. " That sounded sincere. Get yourself together, damnit. "I'm sorry. I.."

"Ahem," the nurse says, gesturing to the door. I look at her, then down at the kid.

"I'll be back, lil' bro. I.. promise."

I head out, back to the waiting room where Throttle and Vinnie are. "How is he?" Vinnie asks.

I don't reply. Too busy thinking. My mother's going to kill me. Oh, and then my father will resurrect me and kill me again. Probably won't stop them either.

"It's not your fault, Modo," Throttle says. He grips my shoulder as we go into the elevator. "Anyone could have made a mistake like that."

Nothing from me except a shrug to get his hand off me. What does he know? I don't think he's ever run children over before. I'd rather take advice from someone who's been through this before, thankyouverymuch.

"Look, we can go back to Charley's and talk it out and stuff, okay?"

I look back at Vinnie, see his face, full of concern. "Yeah. Talk." I step out of the open elevator, head to my bike.

This day is full of crap, isn't it?

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"Modo?"

Charley-ma'am. Oh, wonderful. You're the last person I want to talk to right now.

"Throttle said you wanted to talk to me."

Stupid-ass IDIOT!

I clench my fists just a little bit and lean down further over the table, angrily pressing the pen further into the paper, trying to finish a design for a custom bike paint job. "I don't."

"Oh."

Nervous silence. Stupid silence. Go away.

Go away, woman! Can't your intuition tell you I don't want to talk?

"You need to talk." She sits on the table next to my right arm, looks down at me with 'the look'. Oh, you're a crafty one, Charley. You know I can't resist 'the look'..

"What happened, Modo? Vinnie said you were in a accident but he wouldn't say with what or who."

She puts her hand on my cold metal arm, her face never flinching when she touches it. I put down my pen.

God bless you, woman.

"I.. I ran over.."

She reaches to hold my left hand as I lean back in the chair. This is too painful, she probably thinks, and let's lend the big teddy bear some strength now, hmm?

I squeeze her hand gently, ever so softly. Can't break her too.

"I ran over a kid."

"What?" Her reply is sharp, not out of anger but out of shock. It's almost the same except for the look on her face. 'The other look', the one she pulls out when Vinnie does something dangerous and lands on his neck or something equally stupid.

"I ran over a kid," I repeat.

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