As said, BKFM are not mine.

All other characters are. Thank you ahead of time for reading and reviewing ..ahem.. anyways on with the chapter.

Chapter 2

Deep Thoughts

Amaris hefted the St. Bernard into his kennel with the help of fellow tech, Marty. The dog had been hit by a car and was sleeping off three hours of hip surgery and pin placements on his broken forearm. The shaved areas made her think that the poor dog would be teased by poodles with such a lousy cut. "I'll keep watch for the while Marty, why don't you take a break and grab some coffee."

Marty nodded, his boyish good looks marred by the dark circles under his eyes from 52 hours worth of work. "Thanks, 'Maris. Hey, you want me to get you some too?"

"Yeah, with cream and sugar. Thanks Marty." Amaris smiled, ignoring the shortening of her name. She hated that, and the fact that now she had a lot of things on her mind. Charley's new friends were from outer space, from Mars, and then they told her of other races in the universe, especially Pultarkians. It seemed so surreal that if those guys weren't mice she'd laugh at them and say they'd been watching too much of the Sci-fi Channel.

What's worse was that vision. She had never had any before, not with humans or animals anyway. Perhaps they have some level of telepathy, maybe that's why they have antenna? They don't seem to use it much, but..

Her thoughts were interrupted by another tech, Emily. "Amaris, there's this family with a crying boy, and I think they're Browser's family but I- I.."

Amaris took in Emily's helpless look, Emily was still resolving with her emotions of one of the patients who didn't make it earlier this night. It was a sweet heart of a ferret, who's tumor had grown and was effecting its quality of life; it was considered inoperable. The family had decided to let it go in peace. She patted the blond woman's shoulder as she stood up, "I'll take care of them. They probably want an update."

Emily gave a weak, but relieved smile.

Emily was right, there was a couple with a small boy crying his heart out. She had met the couple earlier, they had to sign the paper's to warrant the surgery. "Mr. and Mrs. Kaal? What brings you in tonight?"

"Well, " Mr. Kaal rubbed the back of his neck. "We told Mikey that Browser would be fine, but.."

"I want B'owser!" The boy wailed, tears staining his face.

"Mikey and Browser have been together since he was a puppy." Mrs. Kaal looked close to crying, more from exhaustion than sadness. Amaris nodded and kneeled to get eye level with the boy. The boy looked unhappy, scared and she took in the skinned knees as she offered her hand to the youth. "Mikey, I'm Amaris, I'm Browser's nurse here at the hospital."

The boy took her hand, and she noticed the swollen wrist and the scrapes on his palm. "Browser pushed you out of the way didn't he?" She looked at him, her eyes softening, "It wasn't him fetching the ball, like your parents said, was it?"

"Mikey?" Mrs. Kaal looked at her son as he whimpered. "Is that true? Did you go after the ball?"

The boy remained silent, clutching himself.

"Mikey, when an animal loves us, it's unconditional, it's absolute. And the only way that we can repay such love is by being truthful to them and for them. Browser didn't knock you away out of a duty, it was because he loves you, and he still does."

At Amaris words the boy broke down into another fit of heart wrenching sobs and wrapped his arms around the tech. She was surprised at first, but gently hugged the boy with one arm.

"I wanna tell 'im I'm sorry." The boy said through hiccupped breath.

"He's out of surgery. It's not a pretty sight, Mikey. He's asleep, but trust me, he'll hear you if you want to go." Amaris saw a determination grow in the boy's eyes and nodded. This boy will never abandon his animal friend again, she thought. Mrs. Kaal took her son's hand and Amaris led the family to see the St. Bernard.

One of Greasepit''s goons, Razz began sniffing uncontrollably. He had placed a mic in the vet hospital, but he could only get so far as the waiting room and one of the entry doors to the back room of the kennels before being pushed out. He had heard her words and remembered a puppy he once had as a kid. He stopped the recorder and paused the camera incase his sniffling got picked up. "That was be'utiful" he muttered before remembering that he was a bad guy, working for that idiot Greasepit and that big stinking idiot Limburger. If this girl was going to be a new kidnaping subject other than Davidson, than sadly enough another good girl is probably going to bite the dust. Even in the lower ranks the guys knew that Limburger was getting ultimate pissed and was now going to find away to permanently destroy those biker mice, either by death or worse. Razz sighed to himself, and then resumed the watch.
Modo laughed at Jay Shillians antics loudly, he heard Vinnie snickering to his left and he glanced right to Throttle; not even cracking a smile. They had left Charlie's place devoid of Plutarkian spies before heading back to the scoreboard to watch a few movies. Since then, Throttle had barely said a thing. Modo noticed that Throttle was biting the corner of his mouth, something he did as a unconscious habit when he was in deep thought. He felt Vinnie leaning forwards on the couch.

"Hey bro, what's up with you?" Vinnie asked, "This movie is funny and you ain't even smiling."

"And we know you like watching Jay Shillians." Modo added looking a bit worried. "You haven't said much since we left Charley's place."

Throttle was silent for a moment before asking, "What did you guy's think about, Amaris?"

"Why?" Vinnie asked before giving a grin, "interested in her?"

Throttle gave the white mouse a frown.

"I thought she was very nice. She seemed to be a bit wary of us, but that's a better reaction than I thought it would be." Modo sounded pretty hopeful at the aspect of a new friend, but his mind was recalling the way she walked. Modo sighed mentally, ah, if only she was a mouse.

"Did anything..." Throttle tried how to say what he meant an gave up. "Happen.. When she looked at you? Or when she shook your hands?"

"Seems your very interested." Vinnie grinned, "What about Carbine?"

He got a pillow slammed into his face for his humor.

"I'm serious Vincent!" Throttle growled.

"Seriously?" Vinnie asked, muffled by the pillow. "Not much, I mean she's cute an all, but-"

"Did your antenna tingle?" Throttle crossed his arms studying both his bros.

"Tingle? No, just a bit numb like they wouldn't feel anything." Vinnie turned and continued to watch the movie as Throttle got off the couch. Modo followed after him.

"Modo?" Throttle grabbed two bottles of root beer and handed one to him.

"It was strange." Modo sat on a fold-out chair, opening the bottle. "It was almost like telepathy when she looked at me, like she was seeing past me or something. But I didn't feel anything when she shook my hand." Modo eyed his bro for a moment. "But you did, didn't you?"

Throttle kept the reply abridged, telling him about the flash of.. Something when he touched her hand.

"Do you think it was from her past?" Throttle asked. Modo looked at his bottle for awhile.

"As my.."

"You mean your mama has a saying about this..puzzle?" Throttle looked a bit surprised. Modo merely sighed.

"No, not mama. You keep forgetting that I came from a line of very talented mice, until great-grandpa was born." Modo grinned at the old stories his grandma had told him; it wasn't until he was older that he realized they were lessons. For what reason, he never knew; the talent of high end telepathy and telekenisis never was seen after grandpap was born.

"As my white-furred grandma used to say that if 'One meets one for the first time and memories combine; they knew each other from another life.' " As if finished, Modo finished off his bottle. Although there was more to that rhyme, Modo thought personally that in this case it was a bunch of hooey.

"You don't really believe that stuff do you?" Throttle asked, making a disbelieving face. "Besides, how do I know if she even caught one of my memories?"

"I was there, bro." Modo said, his face in the freezer, hunting around for a snack. "She reacted too, remember? So why don't you just ask her?"

Modo walked out of the area with two pints of Ice cream and spoons to join the last minutes of the movie. Throttle stood there for awhile. He didn't know where she lived, worked or if she was going to see Charley-girl anytime soon or even she had her friend's phone number. Giving up the idea of doing some hounding work, Throttle went to join his bro's as another Jay Shillians' movie came on.

Limburger grinned as he watched the surveillance of Amaris Oneal. He had to plan this well, it had to go off without a hitch, all details had to be taken care off. It might take months, but he was determined that the Last Chance Garage and those infuriating Biker Mice were gone for good. After that the city of Chicago could be bought up, and then next would be the whole state of Illinois.
Charley was delighted to have a night on her own, with a sweet old movie and choco-mint ice cream she should have been enjoying herself. Instead, she though about how Amaris was doing and if she was off work. She grabbed the phone and dialed, but all she got was the answering machine.

"Thank goodness you put your number on your letter, girl." Charley told the machine, "Was calling to see if you wanted to join me for chick flicks and ice cream, bu-"

"I'm here!" Amaris said, a bit breathless, "I take it that the guys have gone home?"

"Like they'd stay here for 'Breakfast at Tiffany's'?" Charley stopped the tape. "How fast can you get here?"

"How soon can you get another ice cream pint ready?" Amaris gathered some overnight clothes and something to wear in the morning, Luckily she wasn't needed until tomorrow night.

"In about ten minutes." Charley smiled, "Why don't you bring your bike over? It's faster than that new car of your's."

Amaris had to hold back tears, and tension. She doesn't know. Amaris inhaled a emotional breath as she reminded herself. "Nah I'll take the car. Your garage has room right?"

"Sure thing, see ya then." Charley hung up. Amaris went over to a box in the living room closet she had yet to unpack. Mostly because she didn't want to unpack it. She brought it with her. It wasn't all that far to get from Charley's place to her apartment by car. As she pulled into the garage, she reluctantly pulled out the box. "Charley, there's something you have to see."

What's in the box? What could it be? Puppies? Kittins? A whole collection of ...nah..

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