I do not own the BMFM, I do not own the one line of song lyric it's from a country song Brooks & Dunn - South of Santa Fe. The title of this Fic is also taken from this song.

Somewhere north of heaven:

He was in one of his moods again, he felt like a soldier right now, and part of it disturbed him. He wanted to get up and get into trouble, but he'd been working so hard to end the war, he had not realised that the time spent fighting it would become his life, and he would have problems adjusting after.

He had been laying in bed with the radio on writing. He'd propped himself up on his pillow to get a better look around his small bedroom, which he now shared with Charlie, his girlfriend. She was a great release for him, she could help him get out of his moods and steady his mind. She was his rock and there was nothing more important than her in his life.

He sat back closing his eyes, he had not been listening to the radio it was just background static, but a line, a single line caught his attention.

-tattooed on my memory is the image of an angel's face-

He was struck by it and wrote it down in his journal, she was an angel to him, and she was tattooed on his memory. He would die before he could forget her. He wanted to make everything right with her.

They had gotten in a fight. A rather bad one, about the state of things at the garage, and the state of their relationship. He was trying to cool off, by giving her some space. She'd called him arrogant, he'd called her a maniac, a snake, and a crazy woman. He didn't mean it, he had said it out of anger. He loved her. Charlie was his girl, she was his life, and he would not have it otherwise.

"Throttle?" The door cracked open. Her mascara was running down her face, she had been crying. Throttle could feel his heart sink into he bottom of his chest. He was mortified at the way he behaved, and wished he could in that moment, take it all back. Anything to just see her smile.

"Yeah?" He sat up and got off the bed.

"You said some pretty hurt-full things, so... " She bit her lip. "I'm getting some things and I'm gonna go see Modo and Amy tonight." she looked down.

"Charlene." Throttle put his book down and was instantly upset. "I'm sorry I've been stressed out." He decided to stop making excuses. "If you think it's best, I'll give you some time... " He stepped past her. "Tell Modo and Amy I would like all of us, that means you too Charlie babe, to go to breakfast." He sighed looking down "I want to make this right."

The final statement tugged on her heart. She nodded without answering; after he had retreated down the hall she started packing a small overnight bag.

She would be staying at Modo and Amy's apartment above The Blind Pig, the bar Amy owned and ran. Throttle knew she still cared, if she was just not interested in fixing things, he didn't think she would let him know where she would be staying that night.

He plopped down on the couch in the living room and sighed removing his glasses and laying his head in his hands. He wanted to cry, but his eyes were bionic, and tear ducts just didn't exist in his eyes sockets anymore. His heart was crying, he could feel it sinking in his chest.

Charlie came down the hall and stood in the door way and looked at him quietly for a long time. She felt her heart break, and she hated herself for going. She wanted to stay; to wrap herself in his arms and forgive everything he had said. Point being she wanted to, fact being she was going to Modo and Amy's place.

Throttle looked up as he heard the screen door creek and she looked down at his feet. He sighed again and reached in his pocket for his phone. He pressed the speed dial and lifted the phone to his ear. "Modo, hey yeah it's me, I've really don it this time."

Charlie took a deep breath and pressed the buzzer. She looked down the stairs that lead up to the apartment and waited for the downstairs door to open. The door to the apartment opened wide and Modo opened his arms. She broke down, she started to cry, she felt terrible. She looked back at the entrance to the complex and sighed. Modo just stood and held her, he didn't say a word. He shot Amy a look and he shook his head.

"I'll put on some tea." Amy Turned into their small kitchen.

"Oh Modo, what is wrong with him?"

"I don't know Charlie ma'am, but I plan to find out." He pulled her in the apartment and shut the door locking it behind them. "sit down for a while."

"I love him terribly but I hate this..."

"I'm sure he didn't mean it." Amy said and walked over setting down small cups for when the tea was ready. Modo and Charlie glared at her. "Ok, so I'll just let you two talk." She set a hand on Modo's shoulder and gave him a quick kiss and retreated back into their kitchen.

Modo pulled Charlie over and held her, he honestly didn't know what to say. Charlie needed to understand Throttle, so she came to Modo, but even he was perplexed. "How about this?" Modo looked down at her. "I'm gonna go out and talk to him, pick up Ice cream on my way back." He sighed "I need to understand what happened from both of you apart, before tomorrow when we try to stick you in the same room." He smiled. "I do know this, he loves you, more than you might think." Modo took her hand in his. "Charlie Ma'am he's as upset as you right now."

"He didn't look it." She looked down "just depressed."

"He told me on the phone he wished he could cry." Modo said "He said it would make him feel more real."

"He can't cry?" Charlie scoffed "Tough guy."

"No," Modo blinked and leaned back. "It's just not possible, his eyes, are artificial, no tears ever."

She felt bad a moment, and then broke down into tears.

Amy brought in the tea and sat down next to her. "Come here doll." She opened her arms. "I'm here." she turned and took Amy's hands.

"Tell him I love him Modo." she looked into his eyes.

"No biggy." He stood, giving Amy a quick kiss and a wisper before finding his way out the door.

Throttle was sitting in his big leather chair. He was silent and holding his book. He had tried to read but he was just to distracted to do so. He wanted to get up and go over there and decided he would. He stood and grabbed his vest off the hook and turned to the door. Modo stood on the other side of the screen.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Modo asked pushing the door in and stepping inside.

"I was heading to your place." he said honestly. "I want to end this, this fight, this whatever it is..." He turned and paced a bit. "I just want her to come home."

"Bro, sit down." Modo said with a casual smile. Throttle complied and sat looking at his hands. "She told me to tell you she loves you." Throttle looked at him wanting some more, more of a sign. "She's just upset and needs a little cool down time... " Modo looked at him. "You need to chill out bro, you're gonna stress into injury if you arn't careful."

"I already did." Throttle looked at the wastebasket. Modo saw the bloody tissues.

"Nose bleed?" Modo looked at him.

"Yeah." Throttle sighed.

"You really need to calm down, those eyes of yours can hurt your sinus cavities." Throttle nodded at this.

"I know, I'm trying to stay calm I just need her so desperately right now."

"You know how to make it right bro." Modo sighed.

"Do you and Amy fight?" Throttle asked.

"All the time." he admitted "We got in a real bad one, because of my... well... my temper and all." Modo looked at the floor "my eye turned all red, I yelled, and she was afraid of me."

"How did you make it right?"

"I'm still trying to, that's part of it, took time with my wife, and now that she's gone..." Modo was going to say more but he was gearing up for more hurt for himself. " ...forgiveness takes time..." Modo smiled at him. "Amy and I are working on it, and if I can do it, Mars knows you can."

Throttle stood and looked at Modo. "I want to go see her."

"Good, because she's been looking over her shoulder waiting for you."

"Really?"

Modo just laughed slapping Throttle's shoulder with his metal arm "Come on bro lets patch this up."

Throttle rubbed his shoulder. "Ow... gonna have to patch me up."

To be continued later tonight