Thank you all so much for the reviews on the last chapter. It means so much to see you're all enjoying the story.

To WolfTattoo: I quite liked your idea in your last review (posted on Oct 14th). Wish I had thought of that.

To Styx: Do not worry, I don't hate Throttle! I love all the mice! You will see :)

Time to go back to Stoker and Izzy. Because there is another Martian custom I've been eager to introduce you all to.

Enjoy!

On Mars he was known as the strongest, the toughest and the baddest mouse the red planet had to offer. Children looked up at him, females swooned over him and men wanted to be like him.

Folks did find him to be crude, harsh, rough and rude. But they all flocked around him when he had stories to tell. His image was one known to all and he was very proud of it to say the least.

But like with so many stories, the real mouse behind the helmet wasn't like that at all. When all the explosions and dust had settled, and the sun had finally gone down for the night, he listened with great contentment to the sounds of silence.

He sought and welcomed the solitude, but would miss company eventually. There weren't many things which frightened him. He'd seen it all, over the course of his thirty-six Martian years. But to be alone forever, that was one of his deepest fears.

That was why this moment, frightened him more than any fight, bullet or operating table, ever did. Despite knowing this was all very real and not a dream, that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. There was that small voice whispering from the back of his head, trying to convince him it was all a ruse.

But how could it be? How could this all be a figment of his imagination? He'd been with a few women. All Martian. Tails, large round ears and various colours of fur.

None of that could compare to what he was seeing, feeling and experiencing at this very moment. It was new, it was what he'd been searching for all his life. Thus he knew it wasn't a dream.

A low growl rumbled in his throat as he hooked his fingers under the hem of Izzy's t-shirt and lifted it over her head. Her honey hair cascaded back down over her shoulders.

Stoker might be known as the fastest and most reckless rider out there, but tonight he was nothing like that. He was going to go slow and steady, explore this unknown territory before him with the attention it deserved.

He lifted his hand and traced the top part of her chest with his thumb. Her skin was so soft, and he found it ever so interesting to outline every slope and curve he could find with his fingers.

Izzy moved her arms behind her back for a second and he could hear an almost soundless click. The small round shaped fabric, which had been obscuring part of her bosom, came undone and she tossed the object towards the side of the room.

Even this part of her body was smooth to the touch. Dear Goddess, he had to get out of his own clothes before he would burst. He crawled backwards until he reached the end and got off the bed.

He kept his eyes on the woman in front of him as he removed the buckle from around his waist and dropped his pants onto the carpet. There was no doubt about it that he looked different from anything she'd ever seen before and he wished he could read her thoughts right there and then.

In any other given moment he would have made a comment on his great physique or if she liked what she saw. But he didn't, thinking words would only ruin the moment.

Stoker stood frozen in his spot. Unsure of what to do next. The fearless leader of the Freedom Fighters, hesitant on how to proceed next? What was she doing to him?

Luckily for him, he didn't have to do anything as Izzy stood up on the bed and made her way over to him. She was taller than him now, standing on the mattress in front of him. Stoker placed his hands on her hips, before resting his forehead against her upper body.

Her delicate fingers traced the outline of his ears and he let out a shuddering breath. He could basically hear her smile at his responds to her caress. Stoker tilted his head back but didn't have time to adjust as Izzy lowered herself and playfully placed kisses, with her soft lips, on the side of his face.

She was teasing him, leaving a trail of kisses everywhere except for his mouth.

"Damn you, woman." He exclaimed with a growl.

Without thinking he grabbed her and she fell backwards on the bed with a loud yelp. She laughed. It was a sound he hadn't heard her make too often, but it was one that filled him with joy the most. Except for the part where she would call out his name, of course.

He climbed over her, skilfully removing her pants and undergarment in the process. His vision was blurred from the intoxicating scents that hit him every time he inhaled. Not ever had he picked up on such a fragrance before. One that messed with all his senses and thought process.

She was a match. That was how it worked for his species. They were compatible. Who would have thought that this could happen to him? Stoker didn't even care she wasn't Martian, even if that would make explaining customs easier, it was unimportant.

He would explain everything if needed and even if she didn't understand it now, or perhaps never would. At least he did, and she accepted him for what he was. That was all that mattered in the end.

The beating of his heart throbbed in his head. This was going to be it. She was much smaller compared to him, and he wasn't talking about her height in this context. But he did not mind one bit to take his time.

Stoker settled himself between her legs and watched her mouth part slightly as he made sure he was in the right position.

"Don't stop." She reminded him softly.

Oh, she was not making this easy for him. He kept his eyes focused on hers and lowered his body. A gasp crossed her lips and Izzy closed her eyes for a second. But when she reopened them and looked at him, he knew everything was alright.

However there was another urge to fulfil, an urge which had been present on the surface from the moment they kissed.

Stoker wasn't necessarily a greedy mouse by nature, but with her he wanted more and he wanted it all. He would never go as far as force her to comply, that was something he would never do. But he had to ask.

The one thing he sought to have most of all. Something much deeper and stronger than what he was already experiencing with her in this room on this very bed. Stoker lowered his head and nuzzled the area around his mark on her skin.

"Izzy,-" He whispered against the crane of her neck, his eyes closed as he inhaled her scent for a moment. "I want to ask you something."

The hazel mouse pulled back and raised a hand to cup her face. He looked deep into her eyes. Those pools of bright blue staring back at him, wondering what it was he was going to ask of her.

"I,- I want to bond with you."

As soon as he said those words, his heart was more than ready to pound right out of his chest. He felt warm and cold at the same time. Feverish and nauseous from the somersaults his stomach was making.

"Bond?" She wondered with a puzzled look.

"Connect,-" Stoker tried instead, a word she was more familiar with.

Her gaze went up to his antennas, partially understanding what he was talking about. Actually, this wasn't exactly the same as taking a simple stroll through someone's mind. But he had no idea how else to explain it to her.

"If you're afraid,-"

"What will happen?" She asked before he could finished his sentence.

Stoker reckoned a part of her was being cautious due to what happened the first time he accidentally touched her with his antennas. Truth was, he was afraid himself. What if the same thing were to occur?

What if linking with her resulted in her getting knocked out again? But if he didn't try, he would never know. And he'd selfishly rather risk that, than never form a pair bond with her.

"You'll see what I see, you'll feel what I feel..." He moved his hips involuntarily, a soft moan escaped her. "And vice versa. As if we're one being. If that makes any sense."

It was a process he couldn't really explain with words. It was like marking and as mate guarding, common amongst his species. Pair bonding was the deepest connection two individuals could share with their partner. As it was only meant for those who loved and wanted to be together.

He watched quietly as Izzy shifted for a second to free her arm and raise her hand towards his face. She touched his brow with the tip of her fingers and he shivered at the delicate gesture.

If she were to say no, that was okay. Of course, he'd be sad. But it would be her choice and he would respect it. He was about ready to ask her again what she wanted, when all of a sudden she nodded and he looked at her questioningly. Voicelessly asking her if she was sure.

"Alright."

"My heart." He whispered.

Moving his body in a slow and steady rhythm, Stoker lowered his head and looked at her one last time. A deep stare, but his eyes were warm and gentle. Then he bowed the end of his antennas to meet the crown of Izzy's head.

The moment he touched her, it was as if a light went on in her eyes. Her blue orbs stared back at him, but if you looked close enough, you could see tiny sparkles in there.

Like stars lighting op the night sky. She gasped, she moaned, she cried and she mewled as they continued their midnight tango.

He could feel himself, as well as her. Every prick, every prod, every tingling sensation that shot through both their bodies. It was pure bliss. It was unreal. It was addictive.

Even this was new to him. He'd never done this before, but it felt and came so naturally. Their breathing, their heartbeats, even their movements, both inside as well as outside, was all in perfect sync.

They rolled over, all the while still connected. Stoker's antennas would stay connected to her crown for the remainder of their love dance. If it were up to him, he would make it to last forever.

But he was so close, despite going slow. He was going to savour everything. Every touch, every breath, every sound and every second.

Stoker wrapped his arms around her upper body and moved upward, until they were in a sitting position. Izzy's legs around him behind his back.

She trembled, sweat glistening on her brow and chest. Her pupils dilated and cheeks flushed red, this new position was too intense and it was clear what was going to happen next.

One being, one mind. This sensation, this feeling of coming together could not be described with words. Time was an illusion. They'd been here like this forever, since the beginning.

With each breath the waves intensified until after a few seconds, it steadily subsided. Yet the connection between their body and mind remained.

Izzy squeezed her hands tightly on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. She couldn't speak. She couldn't even think. Whatever that had been, it was unlike anything she'd ever felt before.

'I love you, Isabel.'

A voice echoed in her head. She blinked at the man in front of her. His mouth hadn't moved.

Her lips parted, but no words came out either.

'What?'

Stoker smiled. The widest and warmest smile she'd ever seen him give her.

'You can hear me.'

It wasn't a question.

'You love me?'

She asked, her eyes wide with surprise.

He nodded and she heard him chuckle in her mind.

'Don't think I'd do this with anyone else. You are my heart. You have my heart and I,- I love you.'

Warm fingers caressed the side of her face as Stoker's voice tingled inside her. He was talking to her, but not with actual words or sound. It was all inside her head.

'Don't be frightened. You don't have to say it.'

And he meant that. She didn't have to say it back. Because, despite it being a nice thing to hear, he had already sensed it. He was still sensing it, even now.

'This,- this is all I wanted. It is more than enough for me.'

He added as he moved his hand away from her cheek and placed it behind her neck, gently squeezing to emphasise his point. Izzy shifted and immediately Stoker's lower region responded once again.

'Perhaps there is always room for more,-'

Somehow his little joke calmed her as the upper right corner of her mouth twitch upward.

'You always make jokes in the most unconventional moments, don't you?'

'I have no idea what you mean.'

He moved a loose strand of hair behind her ear and smiled.

'This is strange.'

She commented with lips parted as she glanced up at Stoker's antennas.

'Good strange?'

Her eyes lowered back to his and she watched him closely. She wasn't sure and he read it in her mind. It wasn't that she was afraid, at least not of the fact they were talking to each other telepathically.

'Amazingly strange.'

Slowly Stoker traced the curve of her back and he began to move towards the edge of the bed. Izzy wrapped her arms tighter around his neck.

'What are you doing?'

If she didn't stop wiggling, he was never going to make it towards his goal. Which was taking her into the bathroom. Now that he was on Earth, he was going to do as many things as he could that he wouldn't be able to do on Mars.

Stoker didn't answer her. Instead he stood up, his legs rather wobbly as he lifted her with him. They were still connected, in more ways than one. This was going to be a night he was never going to forget.

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The pillows were positioned against the headboard, and both Izzy and Stoker were lying in bed. Although Stoker was the only one currently having his back and head against the pile of cushions as Izzy was resting against his chest.

He leaned forward and nuzzled her hair. After the love making in the shower, he'd broken the connection between them. Even if he wanted it to last forever, he couldn't for several reasons.

For one, it tired him out. Maintaining such a long, deep and intense connection was incredibly draining on his energy. Not to mention he'd already been using a lot of his stamina on something else.

The other reason, was that he was also unsure of the effect it had on the woman in his arms. She seemed fine. She'd even told him so herself. But he still wanted to be careful just in case.

If the others knew what he'd done they'd probably scold him or worse, as no one really knew if pair bonding was even possible between Martian Mice and other species. It had never been done before, at least not to Stoker's knowledge.

But he had done it and it had worked. The human mind was quite remarkable. During the time they were connected he could hear every thought, feel every emotion and experience every sensation.

Usually with pair bonding, the mental link could be present even after the connection was broken. But so far he wasn't experiencing any of that with Izzy. He could no longer hear her thoughts or feel what she was feeling. But their scents were combined, and it smelled divine, if you were to ask him that.

"That marking thing you did." Izzy asked softly. "Where did you put it?"

The hazel mouse smiled and swooped her damp hair aside across her left shoulder. Raising his hand, he began to draw small circles with his index finger underneath her right ear.

"Right here."

"When did you?"

"Not too long ago." He told her. "Right before I kissed you for the first time, in the Last Chance Garage."

That hadn't been too long ago. Izzy tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Even this small touch made her all warm and mushy on the inside. How was she ever going to get out of this bed?

"You told me that,- marking?" She paused and reopened her eyes and saw Stoker nodding at her before continuing. "That it means someone is off limits to anyone else."

The former Freedom Fighter leader wrapped his arms around Izzy's body and held her closer. "It does."

This was a sensitive subject for him and it was his own fault. He was the one who had marked her without her consent. All because he knew what he felt and what he wanted. Not to forget, the slight threat he sensed each time Throttle was near Izzy.

Normally one would ask a female for permission, only he hadn't. Because in all honesty, he thought he was going to get away with it. But the fight with his younger bro proved otherwise.

"Why?" Izzy turned slightly and looked up at him. "Why me, when you told me the amount of females on your planet is already scarce?"

Stoker cocked his head and grinned mischievously at her.

"You know why." He said hoarsely. " But I will tell you a million times if I have to, until you finally believe me."

He pulled her up, until the tips of their noses almost touched each other.

"Because I love you. I love you. I love you." He closed the small gap between their mouths and inhaled deeply through his nose.

After a few seconds he broke the kiss and stared into her eyes. "Izzy, I honestly don't know how to explain how our biology works. But when it comes to finding a partner, someone that is right for you,- that matches you in every kind of way. We just know."

"That doesn't sound so bad." The woman replied. But Stoker could only agree a little with that conclusion.

For it did not always work out the way you'd hope. There was a point when he'd thought Harley was his perfect match. In the end she wasn't. Now that he had found Izzy, he knew that his feelings towards Harley had been different and that she never was the one for him.

"I have to admit, there were times I thought you would reject me completely because of what I am. I mean you were afraid of us in the beginning." He paused and grinned for a second.

"Though I am known as one of the most handsome mice on Mars. If you'd seen me first instead of Vinnie, you probably wouldn't have been so scared."

Izzy shook her head and let out a sarcastic chuckle. "You are really something, you know that?"

"Well, you have a funny accent." Stoker retorted as he wiggled his eyebrows.

"For your information, this is what English sounds like where I am from." The woman countered. "Proper English, mind you."

"Touchy." The mouse smiled and lowered his head once more to kiss her.

Oh, Stoker.

He opened his eyes and grinned as they parted. It was unexpected and he wasn't sure if Izzy was aware of it, but he was certain she'd just said his name in her mind. Although it could very well be his own imagination running wild.

"Remember how you told me stories about your adventures? The night you infiltrated my motel room?" She said to him.

That he did. He'd told her how he lost his tail. A painful memory, which he had been willing to share so she would share her memories in return. Which she did.

He had also told her stories about the time he was in jail and how Modo's nephew Rimfire busted him out. Or that one time when he took out three Plutarkians all at once with a single flare gun.

"I remember thinking, who is this guy whose name is printed on her chest?"

"Sorry?"

When he'd woken up that particular morning, he'd watched her for a while. How the covers had fallen down, exposing her upper body. A tight and grey harness like piece of fabric, with a male name on it, covering her bosom.

"Calvin Klein, or something." Stoker explained.

Izzy snorted. "He's harmless, I promise you."

He had really given it much thought back then, but this comment changed all of that. Stoker shifted in his spot and furrowed his brow. "Who is he?"

The woman in his arms pressed her lips together in a tight line. Okay, now she wasn't being funny. "He's not a first crush or anything, is he?"

Because if that was the case, he was going to burn that piece of clothing until it was a pile of ash.

Izzy shook her head and decided it was best to put him out of his misery. Apparently teasing him with this wasn't going to benefit anyone, least of all her.

"It's the name of a clothing brand. Or more precisely of the guy who invented it."

The hazel mouse let out an unsatisfied huff. "Woman, you really know how to raise my fur."

"Touchy." She joked.

There was no doubt about it. This woman was his equal. Stoker emitted a low rumble and pulled her with him under the blankets.

"I'll show you touchy."

But before he could continue what he was planning on doing next, Izzy placed her hands against his chest. "Actually,- there is a reason why I brought up, the first night we spent in the motel room. There is something I want to ask you."

Stoker frowned, a bit concerned. "Name it, my heart."

Izzy took a deep breath and looked at him with a serious expression. "I want you to tell me about Mars."

The Last Chance Garage

The sun had already been up for a couple of hours, but the garage was still rather quiet. Normally Vinnie, Modo and Throttle would be hanging out downstairs. Playing football or having breakfast, while Charley would tinker away on their bikes. Fixing dents, upgrading their weapon systems.

But not today. Everything was different now.

She'd slept like a log throughout the night. Which was rather surprising after everything that happened to her yesterday. Perhaps it was due to the fact that she'd slept with one of her best friends or maybe it was because he was more than a friend now.

The right side was where she normally slept. But because Modo had lost his right arm during the Plutarkian wars, that side was no longer an option. Sleeping against a cold piece of metal wasn't very comfortable, but sleeping on the other side of the bed turned out to be just perfect.

Currently, Charley sat at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee. Still dressed in her bathrobe and her auburn hair tied back in a bun. Another thing she hardly ever did, but somehow waking up next to Modo, unexpectedly, gave her the urge to make herself more presentable in the early morning.

The tall grey mouse was downstairs in the garage, contacting the Scoreboard through radio, asking the others to come over so they could discuss yesterday's events. Charley felt anxious and nervous to see her sister-in-law.

A part of her was incredibly angry with the woman and another part of her was understanding as to why Izzy had probably done the things she did. Charley had no idea how she was going to react once she would see her. It could go either way.

Heavy steps sounded from the living room and Modo appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. But she didn't like the look on his face, despite being more than happy to see him. Something was amiss.

"Are they coming?" She asked him, setting her coffee down on the table.

"Well,-" Modo began, already indicating her gut feeling was probably right. "Throttle and Vinnie are on their way. But Stoker and Izzy aren't there."

Charley pushed her chair back and stood up. "Where are they?"

The mouse shrugged. "They don't know. Apparently the two of them left last night and never came back."

"You're kidding,-" Then her eyes widened. "You don't think he took her to Mars, do you?"

"Mars?" Modo stepped away from the door and walked towards his love. "Why would he do that? Besides, they have no means to get there remember? You still have to fix his ship."

He was right. Charley let out a deep sigh. Fixing Stoker's ship, as well as his bike, those were the next things on her to-do list. The sooner he would leave Earth the better. But to hear that Izzy and Stoker had left together didn't bode well.

She knew Stoker was pining after her sister-in-law ever since she arrived and as Charley had voiced before, she didn't really like it. Mainly because she knew of the older mouse's reputation and after everything that happened, this was not the time for him to have a fling. Especially with Izzy.

"Charley?" Modo placed his finger underneath her chin and tilted her head back. "What's wrong?"

"Stoker and Izzy. I don't like it, Modo. She's vulnerable right now and you tell me they're alone together? We all know his stories. What if he tries something?"

Oh, Momma. It was clear that Charley had no idea how different this was for Stoker. Modo hadn't told her about what happened at the scoreboard between Throttle and their coach. Mostly because doing so would mean explaining much more.

There was one thing could do. He could at least clear Stoker's name a little bit here, before Charley would fly off the handle the moment she would see him.

"There is nothing you have to worry about. I know it might be difficult to believe, but it's different this time. Maybe that's not something that you want to hear, but trust me, darling. Stoker cares for Izzy, more than you think."

Modo was right about one thing, it didn't calm her down. But she also had to remember that Izzy was an adult. Heck, she was even older than her. But that didn't always mean wiser.

Suddenly the grey mouse's ears perked up and he turned his head towards the window. The roaring sound of a motorcycle steadily approaching. It couldn't be Throttle and Vinnie, he'd just spoken to them.

"We've got company." He said to Charley.

The woman walked over to the window and looked outside. It was one bike, her bike, but there were two people on them. And one of them looked an awful lot like her sister-in-law.

"It's Izzy and Stoker."

Immediately she stepped back and rushed out of the kitchen to head downstairs. It seemed to Modo that she wasn't bothered by the fact she was still wearing her bathrobe and pyjama.

By the time he descended the steps, Charley had already raised the garage door. Stoker stopped the bike a couple of feet away from the opening and removed his helmet.

"Morning, Charley." He paused all of a sudden and cocked his head. "Oh,- I see." And a huge grin appeared on his face.

Charley didn't even take the time to listen to the older mouse, but Modo had certainly heard and understood Stoker's comment. He scratched nervously the back of his head as he approached the front of the garage.

In the meantime, Izzy had taken her helmet off and placed it on the bike. Both women stared at each other quietly, until Charley was the first one to make a move. Without warning, she threw her arms around Izzy and pulled her sister-in-law into a tight hug. Modo and Stoker threw a quick and silent glance at each other.

After a couple of seconds Charley and Izzy pulled apart, both of their cheeks wet from tears.

"I'm happy to see you're okay." Izzy said to her softly. "I'm so sorry."

Charley shook her head and licked her lips. "Don't,- I mean I know you are, but,-" She stopped and let out a deep breath. "Let me get dressed and we'll talk. About everything."

The other woman nodded in return. "Alright."

"We'll stay here and let you two talk alone." Stoker said placing his hand on Izzy's shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.

The female mechanic's eyes shot his way, narrowed and suspicious. She knew she was right. Something definitely happened between those two. She knew it. At that same time a comforting weight fell on her on shoulders. It was Modo, taking a stand behind her.

"Take all the time you two need." He told her and slowly Charley began to relax.

Without further ado, the two women made their way through the garage and up the steps towards the living room. As soon as they were out of sight, Stoker slapped Modo on his back.

"You scoundrel!" He exclaimed loudly with a laugh. "Now I understand why Vinnie was moping so much yesterday."

Modo should have realized this was going to happen. There was no hiding the fact what Charley and he had been doing last night. Speaking of which, it seemed that they hadn't been the only ones.

Another downside in his opinion about his own species, that blasted sense of smell. You could always tell when these things had happened. Nothing was very much a secret back on Mars, especially when it came to mating or territory.

Perhaps that was why he preferred being on Earth so much. Things were simpler compared to back home. The only thing he really missed was his family and for a second he thought of what they would think of Charley. The woman he wanted to spend his life with.

"You're one to talk, coach." The grey mouse replied as his mouth formed a grin.

"Hey, you know me, rookie. I see what I want and I take it." Stoker smirked.

"Better not let Charley hear you. The idea of you and Izzy,- She's not very enthusiastic about that." Modo warned him carefully.

The other mouse frowned and his bold attitude changed rather rapidly. "I get that. I guess if I were in her shoes I would feel the same. Good thing she doesn't wear heels."

Modo rolled his eye. "Laugh it up, old-timer."

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After about five minutes Charley came out of her bedroom and joined her sister-in-law on the couch. The other had already placed two cups of coffee on the lower table in front of her.

Izzy followed her quietly as she sat down next to her. It wasn't as comfortable of a setting as it normally was. There was a certain tension hanging in the atmosphere and she wasn't sure how to begin, other than just simply get straight to the point. Rip it off quick and swift like a band-aid.

"Charley, I,- I know you heard about Sam."

The auburn haired woman's expression turned grim at the mentioning of her brother. "You'll have to be more specific than that."

Izzy sighed. "That he faked his death."

Charley lowered her eyes to the ground. She had a million questions for Izzy and most of them had to do with that very situation. It also hadn't gone unnoticed by her that there was a bruise on her sister-in-law's neck. But she actually didn't really care about that.

"Did you know?" She asked Izzy.

The other woman went pale. "Sorry?"

"Were you aware that Sam faked his death? I was taken to his apartment yesterday. Apparently he had one down town, did you know about that?" Charley continued, her face getting more flustered by the minute.

"What? How could you even ask me that? Of course I didn't. I found out about it yesterday, just like you." Izzy shifted in her seat.

It sounded like the truth. Even Charley had to admit that her thoughts seemed rather unlikely, but she just had to be certain. If her own brother managed to fool her for months and months, anybody could.

Nevertheless, she let out a deep sigh and felt a warm tear cascade down her face. "You're right. I'm sorry, Izzy. I'm just so confused and hurt."

"I know. I don't know why he did it and,- and there is so much more I have to tell you. And I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. I promise to answer any question that you have." Izzy leaned forward and grabbed one of Charley's hands.

There were so many things she wanted to ask, but she wasn't sure of Izzy would be able to answer all of them. She had to remember that Sam was someone who had been important to both of them.

"That man, who kidnapped me. He said,- something about Sam no longer being a problem?" Her voice cracked as she spoke. "Do you have any idea what he meant with that?"

Izzy turned her head, knowing exactly what Morden's henchman was talking about. Charley didn't know about Sam's fate? And now she was the one to tell her what happened to her brother. She nodded and took a deep shuddering breath.

"Sam died. Three weeks ago."

The look of shock on Charley's face made her stomach turn and twist. Even more so when she let out a loud and gut wrenching wail of sorrow for the loss of her brother for a second time.

Of course the female mechanic had a hunch about her brother, but to actually hear it from Izzy's lips broke her completely. As she sat there crying, two Martian mice entered the room quietly. Each making their way over to their respective mate, having heard everything the two women had discussed.

Modo sat down and pulled Charley against his chest, her tears wetting his grey fur. Izzy cried quietly, more so for Charley than Sam. Stoker cupped her face and whispered something softly as he used his thumb to wipe her tears away.

Finally the two women are reunited.

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