I do not own the BMFM and will make no profit from the creation of this Tiny little vignette. It's more of an exercise than anything else but I thought I'd share it any who. Does Morning have too much time on her hands, yeah probably?  

Second Chances

It was as if the blast was moving in slow motion. Charley could see it leave the barrel of the goon's rifle and move in an unalterable direction straight for Throttle's back. Her voice locked in her throat and her feet seem to be cemented into the sidewalk. Terror engulfed her as she watched the death light pierce through the black leather vest and Throttle's body violently react before grumbling into a motionless heap on the hard pavement.

She could vaguely hear Modo scream and take instant revenge on the assailant. The pounding of her own heart and the sound of her feet running toward Throttle's, unmoving body, blocked any other sound. Lose of their comrade made Limburger's men beat a hasty retreat and Vinnie stopped the loud exclaiming of greatness when he finally released what had happened.

Charley, getting to where Throttle was, stopped abruptly and fell to her knees by his side. She couldn't see him breathing and the long ponytail he'd grown was covering the wound and lay mingled in the blood that seeped down his back

Suddenly all the useless whys flooded into her mind, as the tears surged from her eyes, why didn't she tell him she loved him, why did she stop him when he tried to kiss her the other night. She prayed to have another chance as her shaking hand reached to touch his neck imploring a pulse to be there.

Nothing, she frantically moved her fingers around, pushing through the soft fur whispering sorrowful no's with each panic filled touch.

 "Don't you dare die before I have a chance to love you, big furry jerk! Don't you dare," she bewailed still not finding any signs of life.

"No! No! No!" Her heart screamed as the distorted reality of death slammed into her mind.

There was nothing as she resigned to the fact that he was gone and pulled him onto her lap holding his head close to her breast so far beyond mire grief to utter anything that made sense. Modo and Vinnie pulled up and couldn't move thinking that unthinkable had finally happened to one of their own.

How could she face the rest of her life without him? There would be no life with out him. They never even had a chance to try, why….why…," she mourned rocking him back and forth as her weak shattered voice cried out into the void.

"Charley, darlin, we might have a small one, if you don't smother me before I tell you I love you too." Throttle's weak muffled voice somehow escape Charley's tight grasp.

Charley pulled his head back and didn't know whether to, kiss him for surviving or smack him for being a wise guys, the kiss was a much more preferable choice.

The End