A month later, Carbine had just touched down on Mars. She was happy that she was able to get Throttle back to his fiancé. It made her feel better knowing that he was finally happy. Carbine knew she could never make Throttle that happy. Not like Michelle does. Carbine was more worried about Vinnie and if he'll come out of his coma.

After she left the ship, she got on her bike and headed for the Martian Freedom Fighters base. She needed to see if Stoker would help her look for Harley, if she's still alive.

10 mins. later, she arrived at the base and Stoker was standing outside the base with someone else. As she got off her bike, took her helmet off and walked up to Stoker, Carbine couldn't help but smile when she saw Harley standing next to Stoker.

Carbine dropped her helmet and hugged Harley in a big bear hug. After she hugged her, Carbine stepped back and asked where she's been all this time.

"After I escaped from Mace, I went into hiding until about a month ago. I've been here for about a month now. Stoker told me that Throttle found someone new. A Human by the name of Michelle."

"Yep. I just took him back to her about a month ago. I also got some disturbing news too. Vinnie is in the hospital in Chicago. He fell into a coma about 4 months ago."

Harley put a hand over her mouth and gasped. She wanted to cry after hearing the news about Vinnie. She still loved him very much.

"I need to go to Earth and see him, Carbine. Right now."

"I just got back. Can you wait until later tonight to leave? I need to get some rest and something to eat."

"No later than midnight, Carbine. I need to see Vinnie."

"I understand that, Harley. Its been a very long time since you've seen him. He's been helping Throttle and Modo deal with the Plutarkian problem on Earth. I heard there's 2. One there in Chicago and one in Detroit. The guys have their hands full. Throttle will really have his hands full with his fiancé carrying their child."

"Throttle is going to be a father? That's great news. How far along is his fiancé?"

"4 months. He has been so patient with her, especially with her emotions and hormones out of wack. I don't know how he can do it?"

"Like you said, patience."

"Hey Harley darlin', why don't you stay on Earth. You'd be safer there and the punk needs a good woman in his life. I heard that their female mechanic friend had gotten together with Modo. She told Vinnie that and he seized then went into a coma shortly after."

"Then I really need to leave right now."

Carbine was about to say something but Harley stopped her. "Please Carbine. We have to go now."

Carbine sighed. "Fine. Get some things packed and I'll grab something quick to eat, then we'll leave. Ok?"

Harley nodded then ran inside to get some of her things packed. Carbine and Stoker went inside to grab a bite then make another trip back to Earth.
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Back on Earth, Throttle had decided to go buy some nice clothes for when he goes out looking for a job. He knows that he needs to support his family. I had stopped him and asked him where he was going?

"I'm gonna go buy some nice clothes for when I look for work. Someone has to provide for this family. And you're not going to work for a while. I found out while on Mars that the high chairman of Plutark came and dragged Limburger back for trial. We get to take the tower down one last time. Too bad Vinnie isn't here for the grand finale. He would love it."

"Have Charley video tape it for him. I would love to see you take down the tower. I've only heard about it from Charley but never seen it go down. I'll drive the SUV there to watch."

"I don't know, babe. You're 4 months pregnant. Think its safe for you to be driving?"

"How do you expect me to get to my Dr. appts, then? Walk?"

"Of course not. I'll be driving you to them."

"And when you get a full time job?"

"Charley and Modo will be."

"You have an answer for everything, don't you?"

"Only when it comes to you and your safety."

"Stop worrying about my safety, Throttle. You know I can handle my own."

"Michelle, you're pregnant. You're not going out there and getting hurt and risk a miscarriage. That's final."

I growled low in my throat. I was pissed. Telling me not to go out and fight is like trying to tell Vinnie to be safe. Not happening.

"Go ahead and get mad at me, but my word is final." He walked over the sofa and sat down next to me.

"I want you safe for a reason. You're pregnant, baby. I want this baby healthy and I want his mother healthy, too."

"I don't like being stuck here, doing nothing. The only place I go is to my Dr. appts and back here. I need some excitement."

"Are you sure you're not related to Vinnie? He craves excitement."

"A lot of it was when I was in the Marines. I lived for the adrenaline rush. I still do. The feel of cold steel in my hands. The rush of going against the grunts. Then when I was doing the bounty hunter thing, I got the biggest rush ever. I loved taking criminals down."

"Sounds like you enjoyed the bounty hunter thing."

"I did and I miss it every day. I gave it up when I moved here to Chicago. Maybe I'll get back into it. It was my own business, afterall. If I start it up again, I was thinking that you and I could partner up. I'll run the office and you can go out and collect the criminals. What do you think? Interested?"

"Can I think about it?"

"Of course. I have to find a place to set up shop anyway."

"And get a loan or something to get the place for it."

I groaned in irritation. "I hate when you're right. Damn it."

He smiled at me then kissed my cheek.

He stood up from the sofa and held out his hand to me. I took it and he pulled me up.

"I want you to come with me to help pick out some nice clothes. What you see is what I always wear."

"You better put a shirt on then. Most stores have a policy of 'no shirt, no shoes, no service.' You have 2 of the 3 on right now."

"Why don't you go pick one out for me, then."

"Ok. Be right back, stud." Then I headed for our room to find a shirt for him.

While I was looking for a shirt, I heard moaning in the other room. I knew exactly what was going on in the other room. I grabbed the shirt, which was a Metallica shirt, and walked back into the other room.

I found Throttle sitting on the sofa, stroking himself. I stood there and watched him. It was getting me excited watching him. I was tempted to join him, but I opted to stand at the end of the hallway and watch him get himself off.
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Later that day, we had gotten back from shopping. I enjoyed shopping with him, too. Most guys hate shopping with their girl, but Throttle isn't your typical guy. He didn't get bored trying on different suits and nice shirts. He picked out some very nice shoes, himself. I even offered to pay for everything with my black credit card, but he told me he'd pay for everything himself.

While we had been shopping at the Men's Warehouse store, people didn't seem to care that he was a Martian Mouse. They looked at him as we walked in then went about their normal thing. It was nice that I didn't have to tell anyone that he really is a Martian Mouse.

When we got everything that we wanted, we walked up to the counter and Throttle pulled out his credit card to pay for everything. The manager saw the suit and asked Throttle if he would like the suit tailored to fit him just right. Throttle looked at me. "Its up to you, babe. Its your suit, not mine."

He looked back at the manager. "Sure, why not. Will I be charged extra for it?"

"No sir. In fact, everything you have here is 50% off, shoes included."

"Sweet. Go put the suit and shoes back on, then they'll take measurements."

About 1 ½ to 2 hrs. later, they finally finished taking measurements. Throttle went back into the changing room and changed back into his biker clothes and brought the suit back out on the hanger. He also brought the shoes out, too. He took it up to the counter so it could be scanned before the tailor took it.

After everything was paid for, we left the store and walked out to the SUV. Throttle handed me his bag of clothes while he unlocked the door. He drove home. He wouldn't let me drive cause I'm pregnant. I wasn't liking the fact that I was being treated like a child.