Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the original characters of Biker Mice From Mars. Only Victoria and Jesse are my original characters thus far. All other rights belong to the appropriate parties.

Author's Notes;

Hello everyone! I hope all of you are staying safe during these troubled times. The last chapter was dedicated to learning more about Jesse. Now we return to the garage, but what's this? There seems to be more life forms.

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Epilogue

Three years later.

Heavy metal rock and roll filled the air of the early summer afternoon. Inside the Last Chance Garage, Charley was elbow deep inside the hood of her towtruck. Throttle was on her left, giving her a hand in repairing the damage he and the bros inflicted. "You know, Vinnie should really be the one helping with this. After all, it was his bike that caused the damage," the human stated as she glared at said white mouse.

"Charley girl, c'mon," Vinnie groaned. He paused in his tune-up of his cherry-red racer to plead his case. "If Throttle hadn't thrown the ball that far, I never would've landed on your truck. So for all intents and purposes, it was his fault."

"And I suppose you, sleeping on the couch tonight would also be his fault, right," Charley countered as she stood up straight and faced him with a hand on her hip. Vinnie paused and had to swallow for his suddenly dry mouth. Charley only smiled at his sudden stammering. She knew he didn't like sleeping apart, though he would never admit it. Frankly, Charley found it hard to sleep without him. They had been official for just over two years, but it still didn't feel quite real. He was her's and her's alone, just as she was his.

"Oh, now that's not playing fair, Charley babe," he growled softly.

"The lady has a point, though, Vincent," Throttle said with crossed arms. The whole exchange just made the commander smile. It reminded him of the little arguments that he and Carbine used to have. Just little things about nothing. With a disgruntled huff, Vinnie stood and headed over to his girl and bro. Throttle handed over the wrench that he had been holding onto for Charley. "She's all yours," the tan mouse said with a mock salute.

"Yeah yeah," the younger mouse growled, not taking his eyes off the grinning human in front of him. As soon as Throttle moved towards his own bike, Vinnie swooped in and stole a kiss from Charley. It was a quick but promising kiss that colored the human's cheeks nicely. "I'm not sleeping anywhere other than with you against me," he whispered against her ear. Before Charley could refute him, Vinnie took her place under the hood of the truck. Blinking away her sudden daze, Charley moved over to where Throttle had been by the tools.

Throttle was in the process of getting himself a rootbeer when he thought he heard something scurry behind him. When he looked, though, nothing was there. Then he heard a tiny giggle from the other side of his bike, and a smile crept across his face. As quietly as he could, Throttle inched closer towards his bike. The giggling grew louder as he got closer, and the tan mouse couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the joyful sound. Just as he could peek over the edge of his seat, a small form dashed out to try and get away. But Throttle was faster and was able to snatch up the tiny light-grey mouse in overalls.

His nephew laughed, squirming in his arms. "Now, what are you doing?" Throttle asked as he tickled the three-year-old. "You know it's not safe for you to be sneaking around like that. What if Aunt Charley had something heavy strung up or laying around?" His words fell on mostly deaf ears, with the kid still laughing at his attempts to escape from Throttle's arms.

"You know how he is, Throttle," came a deeper voice. "Sam doesn't like to be left out or kept away from the bikes. Just like his papa," Modo said from the stairs. The big grey mouse was holding another tiny form in a light blue dress of about two-years of age—this one a motley of grey and white, with a tuft of black hair on her head. The tiny form just looked at her brother in Throttle's arms with a glare she clearly got from her mama.

"And little miss Susanne looks as upset as ever." Throttle said with a chuckle in his voice.

"She's just upset because her mama won't let her listen against her belly anymore," Modo said. Susanne was making it almost impossible for Vikky to move without her checking on her little sibling. And while Vikky had thought it was cute, she couldn't very well have her daughter listening to her belly every time she moved. Sam somehow managed to climb onto Throttle's shoulders and was now trying to steal his glasses. The little tyke was almost obsessed with the shades' green color and liked to see the world tinted the same.

"Samson," came a sudden stern voice from the top of the stairs. "What did we say about taking Uncle Throttle's glasses?" Vikky asked coldly, one hand on her hip and the other resting on her pronounced baby belly. Her son paused mid grab and suddenly looked ashamed, more like being caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Sorry, mama," the toddler said with his best puppy dog eyes and pouty lip. His mother was not fooled. One baby pulling those eyes was one thing, but she had very quickly become immune with two. The guys, big softies they were, not so much.

"It's ok, Vick," Throttle said. "My eyes aren't as bad as they use to be. So long as I stay inside till nightfall." It was a weak defense even for him. Yes, Throttle could see fine at night without his glasses, but in daylight, he was as blind as the first time he woke up in Carbunckle's lab.

"I personally think they look better on little Samson," came another voice from the front of the garage. This one hadn't been heard in a while, though, and even caused Vinnie to bump his head on the hood of the truck in surprise. The figure standing at the garage entrance was none other than the General of the Martian mouse army.

"Carbine!" They all exclaimed in an excited greeting.

"Carbine. When did you get here?" Throttle asked, setting Sam down before approaching the general. "Everything ok on Mars?" Throttle asked guardedly. He was glad to see his girl, but usually, that also meant that she needed the bros for something.

"Things on Mars are going well, Throttle," Carbine reassured him. "So much so that I was able to get away for a few days and come see you." She knew what she said and made it clear of that as she rested her hand on his chest. Throttle smiled fondly at her and took her hand in his, clutching it gently. He had been scared when he told Carbine what happened three years ago. And rightly so. She had been furious, as anyone in their right mind would be. But she then had gone quiet and hadn't talked to him until she showed up at the garage a few days later. Needless to say, she had indeed kicked his teeth in. Luckily Vinnie and Modo had been able to restrain her and calm her down before she ripped his ears off to sow them to his tail.

It had been another four months of silence, and Throttle was constantly begging for forgiveness before she gave him another chance. He had gotten lucky, and he knew it. He had worked harder than ever to regain her trust in him. Harder even than when she had arrested him as a traitor of Mars. It had been worth it, though. Throttle felt himself lean closer to give Carbine a kiss when Vinnie suddenly cleared his throat.

"The scoreboard is usually empty these days. OW!" He exclaimed as Charley punched the back of his shoulder. "What?!"

"Our bedroom business is none of yours, Vincent," Throttle stated, draping his arm around Carbine's shoulders to pull her close.

"What's 'bedroom business'?" Samson suddenly asked from Throttle's side. Throttle blushed, and Carbine smiled with a light chuckle.

"None of yours either, Sam," Victoria said definitely as she moved to collect her son, who huffed at not getting his question answered. "It is good to see you, Carbine," the younger van Wham said warmly, smiling at her friend.

"You too, Vick. I see that things are going well," Carbine said, unable to not see Vikky's belly."I'd hug you, but I don't know how."

The younger mouse just smiled wider and ran her hand fondly over her stomach. "I'm almost certain it's twins. I wasn't this big with Sam or Susanne," Vikky said. "Unless they just take more after Modo."

"Either way, it sounds like papa and uncles are about to get very busy around here," Carbine laughed lightly, elbowing Throttle. Modo soon joined them, and Susanne was soon reaching for Carbine. "Hello, sweet girl," she cooed as Modo passed her his daughter. The hug that the little mouse gave her aunt was sweet, and the tiny kiss on her cheek even more so.

"I thought you didn't like kids," Vikky quipped.

"I said to remind me never to have them. Besides, they're always cuter when they're someone else's."

As the garage filled with smiles and laughter, Victoria felt happiness. The true and untainted love surrounding her and her family made her feel the same way when Modo's arms were wrapped protectively around her.

Safe, cherished, and loved.

The road to get here hadn't been easy, and there were still hurdles to get over, even with Limburger gone. But at least for now, things were peaceful, the family was ever-growing, and Victoria wanted nothing more.

**FIN**

Closing remarks: Yes, everyone, this is the end of Victoria and Modo's story. A little short, but it seemed right not to draw out a wrap up chapter. I hope you enjoyed this story and that you keep an eye out for any more of my works that will be posted sometime soon.

As always, thank you for reading. Please leave a review. Helpful critiques are always welcome. Stay safe, and I'll catch you next time.