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Chapter 7: Old Flames

"Just... a little... further..."

"Victoria! What are you doing?!" Throttle's strict voice rang out as he rushed over to the bed where Vikky was currently trying to maneuver into a wheel chair, on her own.

"What does it look like 'Commander', I'm trying to get out of this god's forsaken bed." The bored van Wham growled not pausing in her efforts.

"It's only been two weeks and you still think that you can run before you can even walk. How many times do we have to tell you, 'your not ready yet'?" The tan mouse scolded as he grabbed her good arm and tried to pull her back onto the bed. But Vikky was having none of it and yanked away.

"It's called I'm tired of just laying around, besides my ribs are fine, and my arm might as well be completely healed."

"But your leg isn't."

"Hence the wheel chair smart one." Her patience was growing thin, as was Throttle's. He couldn't understand how she could be so damn stubborn, even when she was half broken. Yet at the same time, he wasn't surprised. Vinnie was just the same, he couldn't stay still unless he was out cold. That had been proven when they had to take on the Road Ravens not that long ago. But Vikky didn't only get a broken arm, and Vinnie hadn't nearly been blow to kingdom come. So he wasn't having any of her resistance in the matter.

"That doesn't make any difference Vik, your staying in bed till your leg heals. That's final." Throttle snapped and pulled the wheel chair away just as he practically threw her back onto the bed.

"What the heck Throttle, when Modo broke his leg, that didn't stop you from letting him ride Lil Darlin', what makes this so damn different?!"

"Plenty, but we're not having this argument again!" He growled as he pinned her by her shoulders down on the bed. Even with his shades on, Vikky could feel his eyes throw daggers at her. "Now, you are going to stay in this bed till you can move around without the wheel chair. Understood!" The tanned mouse continued to growl at the pinned mouse under him. Vikky would never admit what his actions where causing in her. She didn't want to feel them, or even acknowledge them. He was a taken man, and she had lost her chance a long time ago. To get him off of her Vikky only nodded her head. But he hesitated, almost like he didn't want to let go.

However, Vikky remembered what had happened between her and Modo, and she cared too much for the grey mouse let Throttle do something stupid. "Alright Throttle, now let go of me!" She growled back. He did as she asked and stood up right before leaving without another word. Covering her eyes with her good arm she let out a heavy sigh wishing that Modo was with her instead of that damn commander with his smooth voice and warm hands. Groaning at the images that came to her mind Vikky pulled the pillow from under her head and hid her face. She was going crazy just laying in this bed with nothing to do but think. She needed to ride her bike. Charley had reported that Velocity was fully repaired and ready to go last week, but thanks to Throttle, neither Velocity or Victoria could go out like they wanted.

"Everything alright?" A familiar deep voice reached her ears causing a smile to reach her lips.

"Throttle is being an ass again." Vikky tried to say threw the pillow, but it came out muffled to the grey mouse's ears. So he walked over to her and removed the mass to fluff and kissed her forehead as he replaced it behind her head. She looked up at him with one of her wistful smiles.

"Now what was that you were saying Kiki?" Modo asked as he sat up lightly holding her left hand. He knew she was aggravated with their leader, as was notable from Throttle's mumbling in the garage, and the comment he gave, 'You try and talk some sense into her, at least she partially listens to you.' Modo had assumed that he had been talking about Vikky. She did have a temper, came with the van Wham family.

"I need to go for a ride." She lied, partially as she sat up as best she could. "But our wonderful commander has me on bed rest till my arm and leg finish healing. Although I remember Charlie telling me about the time you and Vinnie still went riding with broken limbs." Vikky said matter-of-factly.

Modo leaned his head back and groaned slightly. Leave it to Charley to give Vikky ammunition against them. "Look Vikky, neither of us got hit by a rocket. You did, and we almost lost you." Modo had a way of saying very little, but saying everything right to get her to calm down.

Letting out a heavy sigh Vikky reached up and rested a hand on his cheek. "Fine Modo, I'll stay put till my leg heals fully. But don't expect me to remain silent about it." At that Modo chuckled and leaned closer to kiss her. Vikky met him halfway and with the flame close to the powder keg she proceeded to tease him. At least till they heard Vinnie coming closer to the room.


Meanwhile

A Martian thunder pipe was orbiting the planet, trying to pinpoint the signal from a Martian AI that was believed to have been destroyed long ago. The pilot of the ship was in his quarters, staring at an old picture from when he was a kid. In the picture were four mice, all of them around the same age. But next to the halfbreed with rat grey and light tan slightly strewn through, was a little white mouse with a smile and grease on her face. The pilot's slightly fured tail flicked slightly at the memory of the picture. It seemed like forever ago that he had seen Victoria. Especially after she was taken, because he couldn't keep his promise to keep her safe.

But now her bike had ended up on Earth. After ten years. He could only hope, that she wasn't under the same control as she had been during the Battle of Brimstone. He hoped she had found the bros, or at least a safe place to hide. When a crew member knocked on his door the Martian tucked the picture back into his vest and admitted them to enter.

"We found it sir. The city of Chicago Illinois."

He didn't wait for the rest of the crewman's report as he left his privat quarters and headed to the garage where his chopper waited for him. It revved to life at the site of it's rider looking so determined. "C'mon boy, time to find an old flame, and see if we can't bring it back to life." He said more to himself as he slipped on his helmet and informed his men to prepare for launch.


Back at the Last Chance

Vikky was quick to regain herself before her brother rounded the corner to her room.

"Modo c'mon, Limburger's up to something and Throttle wants all of us there. Except for you Vik, your on bed rest." the older van Wham said before disappearing again. Modo gave her one more kiss before getting up and following his bro, leaving Vikky alone and bored. So, with nothing better to do, she laid flat on the bed and started focusing on her regeneration to try and heal before too late at night. And it worked.

By the time the real fighting actually got started, which was late into the afternoon near sunset, her leg was no more than bruised. Same with her arm. "Finally." She sighed and moved to stand. But she hesitated. Her legs felt heavy and her arm was still sore. Letting out a deep breath Vikky calmed herself and pushed off the mattress, wavering slightly, but regainning her balance soon after as she headed towards the garage where her bike sat waiting. When Vikky rounded the corner Velocity beeped, first questioning then happily.

"Hey girl, ready to ride?" Vikky didn't need anymore clarification as the AI reared in excitement. She was just as bored as her rider. "Then let's go see what the bros are up to shall we." Fred was stepping down the stairs with Charley just as Vikky peeled out of the garage.

"Yay, Victoria is finally better!" the little mutant cheered as he purposely jumped, more like fell, down the stairs only serving to make Charley roll her eyes.

"Stay safe Vik," She whispered worriedly as she returned to the truck she had been working on.

It didn't take Vikky long to find the bros. They had started the fun without her, as usual, and were already kicking some serious tail when she jumped a ditch and joined in.

"Vikky?!" Throttle was the first to see her. "I said you were on bed rest,"

"Until my leg was better. Well guise what, it is!" The white mouse cut him off before popping a wheelie and taking out two thugs by standing on her bike and spin kicking them. She landed back on her bike and sped off into more goons that Modo and Vinnie were fighting.

"Hey, it's dat lady mouse. I daught we vaporized her." Grease Pit stated rather idiotically as he tried to run them down.

"Don't you know Oil Slick, the van Whams don't go down so easily! Never have," Vikky said with a wide grin plastered on her face.

"And never will!" Vinnie chimed in with his sister as the same grin crossed his face.

"Van Wham number three special?" Vikky asked her brother although she could already predict his answer.

"Sister, you are play'n my song, aaa haha hooo!" He gave his predicted answer and the sped off towards Grease Pit. "Let's see,"

"One bad guy,"

"Check,"

"Two van Whams with explosives,"

Vinnie and Vikky struck their flares and even added a grenade each. "Check."

"Mix it all together and you get, they dropped the explosives in Grease Pit's hog while Vikky wrapped her tail around the handles and spun it. "A fat greasy cake of fireworks." she finished as her and Vinnie high fived.

Throttle wasn't happy though. He and Modo were watching as the remaining goons turned tail and ran back to Limburger. He had given her an order, and she had disobeyed him. He had had enough. Modo could sense his bro's anger, but he couldn't find the right words to say to calm him before the siblings rode over in a ruckus of laughter and rock-n-roll. Their laughter died when they saw Throttle's face.

Vikky was quick to not help the situation. "Oh come one Throttle, I followed your orders and stayed in bed till my leg was healed. Then me and Velocity came to join the fun."

"That's not the point Victoria." the tan mouse snarled. His tone only made Vikky bring up her walls even higher, luckily Modo spoke up.

"Here isn't the place bro. You two can deal with this back at the garauge." Both of the tan and the white mouse were glaring at eachother till Vikky clicked her visor on and sped away fuming. The bros were quick to follow, with Throttle at the head. For Charley, it was like the first time Vikky had showed up. The tension was high and Throttle was about ready to burst.

Vikky was the first to dismount her bike and head for the privacy of her room. The Commander made sure to close the door behind him before he started to rant. "You've been second guising me and disrespecting me since you got back!"

"How do I disrespect you? I've followed your orders and your lead just like the guys. What the HELL makes me so different fro..." She wasn't able to finish when the tan mouse grabbed her flailing hands and crashed his lips onto hers. Almost immediately Vikky's cheeks became bright red and her eyes as wide as saucers. Throttle ended up backing her against the adjacent wall with her arms pinned over her head.

"This is what makes you different, Kiki." he said against her neck. But that was his first and last mistake. As soon as Throttle called her Modo's pet name, any building pleasure, was gone. Her body went ridged and her tail wrapped around his leg and pulled him away before he could kiss her again. She didn't even look at him when her knuckle glove made contact with his left cheek.

"Don't, ever, call me that, again." her voice was dripping venom when the rumble of a familiar hog echoed threw the garage. Turning her icy glare to Throttle she sent him daggers with her eyes that said they weren't finished before she left the room.

What, and who, she saw wasn't who she expected to ever see again. There in the garauge was a golden chopper with black details. It's rider wasn't as flashy but could still get the attention of every woman in a Martian bar. He had rat grey fur with a slight dusting of mouse brown in it. His tail was half fured from the base, and naked to the tip. There was only one Martian halfling that all four mice knew. When the rider pulled off his helmet he confirmed it. Bright blue eyes set into a mostly mouse brown face with a slightly longer snout.

"Jesse!" Vikky seemed to sob as the Martian dismounted his chopper and accepted her hug.

"It's good to see you to snow." Jesse said as he hugged her tighter.