And the shameless plugging for this chapter goes to Mez! With her story 'Fine Brandy', the best Stoker/Charley pairing ever written. Along with the author Intrepidwarriors, any of her BMFM fics are fabulous. (She also writes Vinnie the best of any author I've seen. Perfectly catches his voice, mannerisms, and expressions. It was almost scary...)

Disclaimer: I don't own BMFM, or any characters from the show. Everyone else in this fic are of my own imagination. You can use them if you ask politely.

Chapter 3

When Silva was deemed near fully recovered, they had all had dinner together at the garage. Throttle, finally allowed to do some investigating by the slightly over-protective Modo, started by asking what she could remember right before she arrived on Earth. She had no explanation for why she was here. "I'm sorry, boys, but everything is a blur. I barely remember being taken onto the ship that took me from Sturgeon."

"Don't push it, Momma. I'm sure it'll come back to ya in time," Modo said.

"Are you sure?" Throttle pressed. "Anything, even scents or images?"

Silva frowned, concentrating hard. "I can remember this smell," she said. "Like antiseptic and rotten fish mixed together with really cheap cologne."

The three mice went still. They knew that scent. "Limburger Tower," Throttle said.

"Karbunkle's lab," Modo said, his eyes starting to glow in anger. "If that crazy excuse for a

scientist did anything to you, I'll take his arms off and beat him with them."

"Modo!" Silva said, shocked. "Mind your language at the dinner table." She signed in resignation. "Until I can remember more, I'm afraid I can't help any more than that. But there has to be more to it that just my being here. Someone went to a lot of trouble to send a Mouse from Sturgeon to Earth. Something has to be in it for them."

"So you think its a trap? Aww, man," Vinnie groused, his ears flattening. Damn it, he was starting to get attached to Silva, he didn't want to see anything happen to her.

"No doubt," the lady said flippantly. "But there's no sense in fussing over things you can't fix right now. Worry about it when the glitches show up."

"She's got a point," Throttle said. "So until we can get some more information, we just have to wait and see."

"Aw, man, I hate waiting," Vinnie pouted. More accurately, he hated feeling helpless. How could they protect Silva and bust some bad guys' heads if they didn't know whose heads to bust?!

Silva led the conversation to happier things, like some of the people they'd befriended on Earth. They told her about Jack McCyber, Manuelo, and Four-by. The lady Martian was amazed at how well some humans had adjusted to the idea of aliens. She then turned the subject to the human that had welcomed them the most, and looked ready to start fussing over Charley. "Dear, you work so hard everyday with your business. And you're so thin," she said to the girl. "Are you sure you get enough to eat? These boys aren't eating you out of house and home, are they?"

Charley startled a bit. "Are you kidding? I eat more now than I did when I lived alone."

"Oh? You lived alone?" she asked.

"Yeah, for a few years. I inherited the Last Chance when my uncle died," the human explained.

"I don't have any other relatives, so its just been me until these rowdy furballs showed up," she said with a grin. "It's never been the same since."

"My gracious. I bet they did liven things up a bit."

Charley laughed. "Oh, yeah."

"So Miss Charley"-

"Oh please, just Charley," she said. "I've been trying to get Modo to stop calling me ma'am for years now, I don't want you to have to be formal with me too."

"He still calls you ma'am? That's my boy. So, are you seeing anyone, Charley-dear?" Silva asked with a conspiratorial smile.

"Wha...what?" Charley said, completely thrown by the turn of the conversation.

"You have your own business, a lovely home, you're smart and kind and a real looker to boot. It seems a shame that a girl like you is still single," the lady mouse said. Oh, she knew the truth. She had seen the looks between her and Throttle, the touches that lasted a little too long, the way his voice dropped when he talked to her. They were in love something fierce, and thus deserved some good-natured teasing.

Charley flushed a bit, sending a look to Throttle. He still hadn't told his bros about their relationship yet, so she wasn't exactly sure what she wanted to say. "I--But--I--Silva, I do have someone."

Vinnie and Modo both started a bit, shooting looks to their tan furred leader. When he didn't comment, they glanced at each other in complete surprise. "When did this happen?" The white mouse asked.

"About two months ago," the girl said. Oh boy, they're not gonna like this.

"Oh, what a wonderful thing, dear," Silva said, barely able to hide her grin.

"Two months?!" Vinnie said in utter shock. "You've been dating some guy for two months and we haven't even met him yet?!" He stared at the tan mouse, unable to believe he could take this so calmly. "Throttle, say something!"

"Is he human?" Silva interjected.

"Momma!" Modo said reproachfully.

"I know its her business, but I'm just curious," the lady said. "I mean, she has three fine upstanding mice right here"-

"And I'm dating one of them," the human said proudly. Oh, screw it. She'd caught the slight hint of mischief in her mouse's eyes, so he was fine with it.

Both grey and white bikers turned and looked at Throttle, who was conspicuously avoiding their eyes. But he couldn't help the smile pulling at his mouth. "Yeah, we're goin' out."

"Thank the gods," Vinnie said. "If she was two-timing ya, I would have been seriously upset."

"Hey!" The mechanic said indignantly, pulling out her fork like the deadly weapon it could be.

"Oh, come on, we know you two have been going out for while now," Vinnie said.

"How long?" Throttle said, surprised. It wasn't like they had really tried to keep it a secret, just discreet. If Limburger found out about this, he could try to use it against them.

"Since it started," Modo said matter-of-factly.

"We've got most of the Martian resistance rooting for you," Vinnie said gleefully. "Hell, Stoker's got the betting pool going about when you're gonna move in."

"What?!" the tan mouse said in complete shock.

"And just when were you gonna tell us about this, your own bros?" Modo said in mock-hurt.

"Didja think we'd try to lecture ya or somethin'?" Vinnie asked teasingly.

"I would hope so," Silva said. The only way to describe it was that she went mom-mode on Throttle. "Now you be sure to take good care of this young lady. She seems like a very fine girl, and you had best understand how lucky you are to have her. Its not everyday a girl that's a genius and a beauty comes along and falls in love with you."

"Yes ma'am," Throttle said, nodding. He meshed his fingers through hers. "Believe me, I know I've got a great girl here."

Charley gave his hand a squeeze, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks. "And I know I have the mouse for me."

Vinnie mimed gagging. Modo rolled his eye at his bro's antics, "We're happy for ya, bro. And Charley-ma'am, he gives ya any grief, you just come talk to me, okay?"

She laughed, "I promise, big guy."

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The man stationed for surveillance on the Last Chance Garage called in his report to Limburger. "Yeah boss, everything's going just like you said. Tomorrow would be the day to strike."

"Very good. Remain there and make sure nothing arouses their suspicions," the alien said with a pleased voice. "Everything will finally come together, and those Biker Mice will be my new loyal lapdogs." His villainous laugh seemed to echo through the night as the goon turned off his radio.