A/N: As with all my BMFM stories I do not own the rights to the main characters, I do, however own the rights to my made up characters.

I Am Mouse, Hear Me Squeak.

Chapter 1.

It had started as a day like any other day, here at the home that I shared with The Biker Mice on the Isle Of Man, it was breakfast time and Daniel the cook had made everyone's usual breakfast. After we had all eaten, I got to my feet and walked around the table collecting all the empty dishes and plates which I would then take into the kitchen, all went well until I got to where Vince was sat, he was lost in thought about something and hadn't heard me pull up behind him to collect his plate.

Me: Excuse me young Vince, may I just get to your plate please?

A startled Vince suddenly came out of his thoughts, as he did so, one of his hands flew up the side of my face, one of his finger nails dug into my right cheek. I yelped in pain as his finger nail left a four inch gash on my right cheek, Vince suddenly realised what he had done and was apologising profusely.

Vince: Damn, I'm sorry Daz, I didn't mean to...

I cut his apology off.

Me: It's ok Vince, it was an accident, besides, it's me that should be apologising to you for startling you like that.

Mrs Jenson, the house keeper, had heard my yelp and came rushing into the room.

Mrs Jenson: Ooh sir, that looks nasty, I think maybe you need to get it checked out at the hospital.

Vince: I agree Daz, and since it was me that inflicted the injury, I'll be the one to take you to hospital.

I told them both that I would be fine and that I didn't want any fuss but neither of them would have it.

Mrs Jenson: You have a choice sir, either Vince takes you or I will.

I agreed to let Vince take me, as kind hearted as Mrs Jenson was in offering, I had seen her driving and between the two, Vince won hands down.

We made it to the hospital, which was just outside of town. Our friend Dr Osborne was on duty, he saw me and Vince walking into the waiting room.

Dr Osborne: Who am I treating toda... ooh, don't bother I can see all to well who it is. Ok what happened?

Vince and I began the story of how I had got the four inch gash in my cheek, the Dr chuckled.

Dr Osborne: Daz, when are you ever gonna learn to steer clear of the mice either at meal times or when they are deep in thought? Come on I'll take you through to the treatment room and get you patched up.

I followed the Dr to the treatment room, where he cleaned the wound and inserted five stitches. After the treatment I left the Dr's room and walked back out to the waiting room, where Vince was sat waiting for me.

Vince drove me home, we pulled up outside the house and went inside. I sat down at the kitchen table and Vince once again apologised and then went to his room, peace and quiet at last I thought, but that was not about to last. I suddenly began to feel unwell so I took some painkillers and made my way to my room, to see if I could sleep the sick feeling off.

I had now been asleep for five hours, when I felt someone rocking me, trying to wake me up. I didn't want to but I eventually came to, the person doing the rocking was Charley.

Charley: Hey Daz, are you ok?

Me: Yeah I'm fine, I just felt a little sick, which is why I came to bed.

Charley: Well my friend, if you felt sick before, what I have to tell you now will finish the job.

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