=Legal Disclaimer=
Biker Mice from Mars doesn't belong to me.
In fact I don't know who all DO own them, but it sure isn't me.
If it had been me the series would have been NC-17, the plot would be more than "mice save the world by blowing stuff up" and have more nudity.
It also would have run far longer than just 3 seasons and would have aired late at night when all the kiddies are in bed.
But alas, they don't belong to me.
But then you knew that already, its implied in the word FAN-Fiction.
Meaning made by a fan, thus not by the real owners.
And because I'm not the real owner, it also means I can't make any money from this.
But then you also knew that too.
In fact you also know that the characters from the series also don't belong to me, and that I'm just borrowing them for my own sick pleasure.
But that doesn't matter, because you're reading this because its YOUR sick pleasure too.
There is just one last thing I like to add to this ridiculously long disclaimer. And that's the following:
Any and all original characters portrayed in this fanfic are not to be copied without express permission from the author, under penalty of a stern talkin' to.
This last bit was not of my own creation either, I'm not that original.
The quote comes from this site: . and its from Badgequest: "If At First You Don't Succeed..." by Cyberwraith9
Yes I know that's pokemon, but if you didn't know that pokemon is evil and will come at you from all directions while you sleep, then I think you don't know much at all.
And no I don't own pokemon either, all though why that is relevant in a disclaimer for a fanfic about mice from mars I really don't know.
And now a small recap: I don't own Biker Mice from Mars.
I know I've said that already, but its a long disclaimer so I needed to state it again. And I'm sure none of you read the disclaimer anyway!
And now to the important stuff.
Title: Tailspin
Chapter: 7
Author: DBZVelena
Series: Biker Mice from Mars.
Pairing: Throttle/Vinnie, hinted at other possible pairings.
Warnings: This is SLASH fanfiction, if you don't know what that means, go away. If you read anyway and after decide to flame me, I'll laugh at your idiocy. You have been warned. In this chapter there mentions of death, but just natural death. Everything grows old and dies some time you know. (The Gundam Wing fandom excluded, that one is immortal) So I advise to grab some tissue before reading the coming chapters. Also a note: in this story the Plutarkians took a whole lot longer to get Mars than is implied in the series. Why? Because its more likely than a "they got mars in 2 years" kind of thing. I mean, look at how long its taking them to get earth... *grins*
A/N: Sorry that this took a while. I'm a lazy bum and I only have 6 hours a day to cook, clean, cater my slash/yaoi addiction, care for my cat, chat with my b/f, etc. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Flames get blasted by Vinnie, Throttle or Modo. And a great big thanks goes out to Hondey, for her Tailspin art and Whipblade, whitewolf85 and Timberwolf for reviewing. I hope more people will soon be brave enough to review.
The fire burned well in to the night, and when it finally died down the Martian moons were well on their way to sink behind the horizon. When finally the last embers were out, 18 hours had passed and the sun was slowly peeking over the horizon. Making the sky look pink like the Pinkseed Plants used to make the plains pink.
When Modo saw that, a reluctant smile briefly graced his face. He could so imagine his mom and dad riding those pink skies together forever.
A last tear dropped from his one eye. It was enough for now, time to buck it up. He was a grown mouse after all, and he didn't want to disappoint his Momma from up in the skies above.
"Come lets wake everybody and finish the ceremony."
Modo's voice sounded a little shaky, but stronger than before.
Throttle and Vinnie both nodded and followed the big gray mouse back to the house.
Inside it turned out everybody were already awake, or maybe they never went to sleep.
Modo's sister came out of the kitchen with a huge antique vase, filled with water. The vase was the family water pitcher. Only used when somebody in the family died. It was one of Mars' last art pieces from before the war. And it showed.
The vase was made from a beautiful dark red marble, decorated with pictures of Mars' nature. Pinkseed Plants, Bluetrompet flowers, Vampire squirrels and fluffy ten legged spiders. All decorated the vase.
The very fact that such a vase still existed showed that the Plutarkians never succeeded in their destructive goal.
Modo nodded at his sister.
"Its time!"
Everybody got up from whatever they were doing, and they followed Modo and his sister to where the pile of ashes lay, in one long line.
Once there they made a circle around the pile of ashes.
Modo and his sister together pored the water over the ashes.
Sergeant Scabbard, being the oldest there was elected to say the final words that would close of the ceremony.
"We were all born from the Martian sands. Its winds blew the air in to our longs. Its water pored the blood in to our veins. Its earth gave us our bodies. And its fire gave us our heart.
But nothing lasts forever. Mountains crumble, lakes dry, fire dies out and wind stills. So we too don't last forever, and today one of our finest has finally gone back to the place where mountains are made, lakes are pored, fires are started and the wind starts to blow.
She shall be missed, but we know that she is starting over again, somewhere on these red sands.
For we are all part of a never ending cycle of life.
Today her cycle ended, but its also starting anew. And although she will be missed, we know she's in the wind on our face, the ground under our feet, the water we drink and the love we feel from the people around us.
So goodbye Cadence, may your next life be as full as this one."
They all watched as the water turned the ash in to a muddy black goo. There was nothing left now but the memories they all shared in their hearts.
Then Modo turned and walked back to the dinner, holding the empty vase. It would go back in storage, hopefully not to be used for a very long time.
Once inside Modo fingered the key in his pocket, he might as well give it to Carbine right now. He didn't think he'd be coming back here often once he left.
"Carbine, can I talk to you for a bit?"
Throttle watched Modo as he went to talk to Carbine. Right now, just looking at her hurt. So he turned and went outside again.
Vinnie saw the hurt on his secret love's face and decided to follow Throttle outside.
TBC...
A/N: Yes, I know I named Modo's mom. Originally I hadn't planned to, but the moment just called for it. Cadence in cycling is the number of revolutions of the crank per minute; roughly speaking, this is the speed at which a cyclist is pedaling/turning the pedals. I found that I liked that as a name for Modo's mom, to never be mentioned again. (Unless a plotbunny bites me.)
