Sorry it's been a while. I've been finishing stories and starting new ones. But I"m back now and hopefully I'll be able to update a few of my BM stories.

So here is the next chapter of Caged. Enjoy.

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The next day Honey was feeling a bit more better than she had the day before, or the few days before that.

She woke up in Throttle's bed with the man sleeping with his large body curled around her own, and the instant she shifted to get up; Throttle's eyes had snapped open. And he automatically removed himself from the bed so that she could move around and do whatever it was that she needed to do before sitting down on the edge of the bed and stifling a yawn behind one hand while the other two stirred in their beds.

Vinny was the first one to manage to crack open his pink eyes and look at Throttle and half groaned, half growled, "Where's Honey?" Throttle dropped his hand from his mouth and pointed towards the bathroom. Vinny nodded his head the stretched and rolled out of bed as Modo finally opened his one eye.

By the time Honey came out of the bathroom, the three men were wide awake and in various corners of the room either sitting, standing or...smoking a cigarette in Vinny's case.

Honey blinked her eyes at the sight of the man standing over by the window in nothing but loose sweat pants, a cigarette in hand. She must have paused or something, because one second her room mates weren't paying attention to her and the next they were all looking at her with curious, concerned, and wary expressions on their faces. "Something wrong Honey?" Throttle asked.

She looked at him then pointed at Vinny and asked, "When did Vinny start smoking?"

"The other day-" Throttle said when Vinny cut him off.

"Don't worry about me none kiddo. I'm one of those rare people that can quit a habit without even trying. If my smoking bothers you then I'll put this out and I won't touch another one."

Honey looked at Vinny oddly and put her hands up, palm out in a placating gesture. It didn't matter to her one way or another if he wanted to smoke. He had just surprised her with his lack of concern about his own health that's all.

"Do what feels right, Vinny. I have no opinion either way." She said. Vinny gave her a mock salute and turned back to the window as Throttle reached out and grasped one of her wrists and pulled her into his lap and made her sit down on one of his legs.

"You feeling okay today?" He asked in a hushed tone as he framed her face in his hands to check for any signs of fever from before then slid his fingers into her dark hair and used them to comb out some of the tangles.

"I'm fine..." Honey said before falling silent and quietly let him untangle her hair knowing that it would make it easier to style later on. Throttle made a humming sound.

"Are you sure that your fine? You slept a long time and wasn't able to wake up long enough to eat or anything. You really had us worried."

"Sorry but I'm fine now."

"No dizziness? Trouble breathing? Nausea?" Throttle asked. Honey shook her head no as Modo walked by on his way to the bathroom and ruffled her hair affectionatly causing Throttle to hiss at him and mutter.

"Dammit Modo, you've messed up the boy's hair even more." Modo laughed and disappeared into bathroom as Vinny finished up his cigarette and put it out then walked over and took Honey from Throttle and waved the irritated tan furred man away once he had her settled in his lap.

"Go on somewhere and leave fixing his hair to me." Throttle glared at him for a second with his scarlet eyes and sighed.

"Fine. I'll go...do push ups or something. Honey, if he starts to bother you say the word and Modo and I will hang him by his tighty whities from the flag pole outside during morning excersises." Vinny snorted and said something under his breath about his tighty whities staying right where they were and started combing her hair with his fingers like Throttle had been doing.

He worked at it for a good twenty minutes despite having gotten all of the tangles out fifteen minutes ago while Throttle did one handed push ups while balancing a majority of his weight on his thumb. Honey watched in fascination as the man lowered his body to the floor until his chest was almost touching the floor before he easily pushed himself up then repeated the process over and over and over again.

It was like watching a marine during training. He executed the push ups with such grace and ease despite the fact that his thumb had to be feeling like it was about to snap. Vinny finished playing with her hair around the time that Modo came out of the bathroom and joined Throttle in doing some push ups. "Doesn't doing push ups like that hurt?" She asked Vinny curiously as he shifted and lifted her up and moved her to the bed then set her down.

"Yes. It hurts." Vinny said in a hushed tone as he looked at his bros.

"Then why do push ups that way?"

"Because it's difficult." Modo said cheerfully.

"Because it's fun." Throttle said.

Honey looked at the two then back at Vinny, waiting for him to add what he thought about excersising that way and he shook his head. Ah, so that's how it was. Throttle and Modo were masochists and Vinny wasn't. She reached out and patted Vinny on the shoulder with a sympathetic expression on her face. "I feel for you Vinny."

Vinny made a funny little sound and bristled slightly as he muttered, "Yeah. Thanks."