Disclaimer: I do not own a thing. Well, the idea of the story maybe. But no, not the Biker Mice =/

THE SCENT.

part 2

Written by: NightLight

"What is wrong with you Vinnie?" Charley asked from Vinnie, her tone full of irritation as finally they literally survived to the garage. She hopped away from his bike and walked away. Her body language was rapid and snappy.

"It's really nothing babe. I'm just..." Vinnie tried to find the right words to cover up his behavior, he certainly didn't want to tell her that it might be her odour that made him go, well, weird. It actually wasn't just the scent, but the feeling and the rush it made Vinnie feel when he smell it. The truth behind this was that Vinnie couldn't really tell what was that scent and why it made him act like that. "I just haven't eaten enough or something"

They made it to the garage alright, but the journey was unexpected. Vinnie was an ace when it came for handling a motorcycle, but this time they were lucky that the accidentally fired weapon system didn't harm any outsiders. Or when he didn't pay enough attention to the traffic lights. Were they really red? Vinnie didn't want to harm anyone, not the mechanic behind him, or his bros or outsiders, but he was just little bit too disturbed now and the concentration was hard.

"Bro, there really was some close calls there..." Modo supported Charley's words, as he hopped away from Lil' Hoss. Throttle had and thoughtfull look on his face as he stepped closer to his white-furred brother that had again fell silent. "Hey, Bro. Really, we have to know if there is something?".

Vinnie was about to say something to his defence as he took off his helmet. When he did, it happened again: That scent. "I'm- " He started but shut down immediately. His annoyed face turned to clear blank as he just looked down to his bike's dashboard and almost gasped for a breath. He looked like he was about to suffocate and took a support from his bike.

"Vinnie!" Throttle, Modo and Charley yelled from one mouth. Vinnie's brothers left Charley behind of them, and she was forced to fight her way to the white mouse. And finally she did.

Strong aroma filled Vinnie's lungs, and he felt like his mind turned like to an another state. He stopped to gasp a breath, but his heart pounded faster and his pupils had grown wide. Vinnie pulled his stare straight towards Charley and quickly jumped away from his bike, leaving the bike between Charley and himself. He backed a step or two like a frightened animal, same time as Charley and other mice changed flabbergasted looks.

"Vinnie please, tell us..." Charley almost begged, scared look on her face. She was now more frightened than angry. Vinnie didn't want to act like he did, and pulled his hands to his face to rub his eyes. Like he was trying to get some unseen creature away from his face. Charley passed his cherry red bike and approached him again, this time getting close.

"Let's take this away if you can't breathe?" Charley said as she tried to take away his green bandoleers. As she did, she touched his chest and was scared to feel his fastly beating heart.

"No, no, no!" Vinnie let out and almost jumped to back away from Charley again. "I just can't - " He couldn't describe how he felt when that red-haired mechanic came close. Of course he had felt little tingling in his tummy before when Charley came close, but now it felt like he was going to lose it! He let his bandoleers to drop on to the floor, as he slipped himself past to Charley to his bike. He started the engine and throttled away even if Modo tried to block his way out. He was was gone.

"Let him go." Throttle suddenly said.

"But at that state he might hurt someone, bro!" Modo growled fiercely to his brown furred brother.

"I might know what's wrong.." Throttle said knowledgeable look on his face. Modo scratched his head; "You do? What?"

"Well I just have a good guess, but I'm pretty sure he is going to be ok by himself" Throttle said appeasing his grey-furred friend as he climbed back on his bike.

"Well, care to share the facts?" Charley joined the conversation, when she finally had her mind in order of the mouse that just had speed out from the door. "Is he going to be ok? Is it some allergic reaction? Asthma?"

"Something like that" Throttle nodded with a mysterious look under his specs: "But I know he is going to be ok."

Next Throttle put his helmet back on his head, started his engine and drove the same way where Vinnie had just minutes ago dissapeared. Modo looked Throttle as he disappeared to the distance, but trusted his judgement without a question. He then looked down to Charley and saw a worry in here eyes.

"Don't you worry Charley ma'am" Modo said to Charley who looked up to big grey mouse. "I know Vinnie is going to be just ok."

"I hope so." Charley answered, trying to fake a smile for Modo.

Then she shook her head; Of course Vinnie is going to be ok! She smiled more and looked straight to Modo. "Let's go and do some hot dog's for this evening"

"That's the spirit!" Modo smiled, and they went to the upstairs to find the barbecue stuff, because it was just the greatest day for the barbecue.

It wouldn't hurt to get few rewies more, but I really thank you that have done it already! BIG THANKS!

It is up to you: do I translate more of this story that I have written on my own language? Suggestions for improvement will be received! -NightLight