Big hello to all of you lovely people.

It has been over a month. Way too long, life has been...well, life. But I'm here! In the meantime, big thanks to all of you who read this story while I was absent. Thanks for all of the messages and the reviews.

Shout out to Spaceflora, Madeline, Amara86, Styx83, MrsDarcy, Wolftattoo and Angela.

To Wolftattoo and Angela: I have not forgotten about Izzy's picture. It is still with a certain mouse and it will definitely be included in the storyline. Feel free to throw all of your suggestions and ideas my way. I enjoy them immensely.

I'm sorry the update took so long, but hopefully this chapter will make it better :)

Enjoy and have a great day!

Chapter 8 - Mars is not a candy bar

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"Come on, baby. Don't let me down."

A soft bleep came from the bright red sports motorcycle. But other than that not much happened. The white Martian let out a loud groan and dropped himself next to his bike. It was pointless. No matter what he tried, he couldn't figure out what was wrong with the transmitter. Something was blocking the waves. The radar didn't work, nor did the radio. Everything was dead. At least she was still able to move.

Vinnie lifted his head and threw a glance at the unconscious dark haired man on the ground. Just his luck of being transported to an unfamiliar place, with an agent who was after one of his friends. He was thankful Burrows was knocked out. That gave him some time to figure out what to do next without having to focus on dealing with him.

He had to find where old stink fish had transported them to. It was definitely not Earth of that he was certain. Vinnie wasn't that well versed in the world of astrophysics, but he easily recognized the sky as that of a different planet. But which one? It sort of reminded him of Mars, as did the ground. But the colour of the sand was off. It wasn't as red and orangey, more like a broken white. Some weird yellowish pink even?

The most important thing to do first was find shelter. Then focus on food or water. Perhaps even the inhabitants of this planet. But where to start? The dunes were endless. Like being lost in the desert. A shiver ran through Vinnie's body. The climate was terrible as well. Cold. Much more than back home or winter on Earth.

A dangerous situation he had been thrown in. The chances of survival low and no means to contact his bros or anybody else. Would he survive the night? Could he keep himself as well as agent Burrows alive? Or would they be murdered by menacing and wild savages? Vinnie's tail flicked for a second. How exciting!

"Ugh..."

Vinnie turned his head at a deep moan coming from Burrows. He was finally waking up. The white mouse walked over to the Earther and crouched down next to him, observing him properly for the first time. The man had dark brown hair, which currently hung over his brow instead of combed back as it had been the first time he'd seen him. A sharp face, rectangular shaped and a slight protruding chin. Burrows's eyes fluttered open and he stared at Vinnie groggily.

"Rise and shine, princess. We need to get going, unless you prefer to stay here." Vinnie shrugged. "I got no problem with that either."

He stood up and walked back to his bike just as Burrows pushed himself up on one elbow. "Where am I?"

"Beats me." The Martian replied.

Burrows rubbed his eyes and blinked once more. Was he seeing things? Or was there actually a giant white mouse talking to him? Then he remembered. Limburger Tower. The tall odd circular machine, Limburger himself and that spine-chilling looking assistant, Karbunkle. They'd knocked him into the device and then that weird buzzing sounds popped up. Before he realized what was happening, this creature in front of him rode inside the cubicle with his motorcycle.

He could already feel a migraine coming up. But he had to assess the situation. Was he in danger? Did this thing mean him harm? Burrows moved his arm and reached for his holster hidden underneath his jacket.

"Oh, before you do anything stupid,-" Vinnie suddenly said without looking back at the agent. "I took the liberty of taking your gun."

Burrows pulled his coat aside and found that his weapon was indeed missing. He turned his attention back to the large mouse and straightened himself. "Do you have any idea who I am?"

This time Vinnie did turn around to face him. This wasn't a problem he needed. If this guy was planning on giving him a hard time while he was trying to figure out a way to safe both their tails, he was going to have to knock him out purposely this time.

"I know you are looking for a friend of mine for a crime she didn't commit. Anything else, I'm not interested in. You just listen, do what I say and we might make it out alive."

Burrows didn't understand half of what the creature just said. It seemed to know him, or at least something about him. But there was one thing in that sentence that stuck with him. Make it out alive.

Carefully, the agent took a stepped forward but quickly stopped. He looked down at the ground and then back up, higher and higher, until his gaze settled on the sky above him. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened. Where on Earth was he? He jerked his head around, making a full turn before stopping once he noticed the humanoid mouse eyeing him questioningly.

"Where am I? Where did you take me?!" His voice cracked as it went higher.

"I told you, I don't know. That's what I'm trying to figure out. Your yapping and crying isn't helping." Vinnie growled under his breath.

"I don't know who or whatever it is that you are." Burrows raised his arm and pointed his finger at the big eared creature. "But on behalf of the government of America, I order you to,-"

Immediately the agent jumped back as he evaded a bright red laser hitting the sand a couple of inches in front of his feet. A small black hole with smoke coming out of it on the spot he'd just been standing.

"In case you have missed it, captain Obvious. I am a mouse. I am from Mars."

Burrows pressed his hand against his chest and tried to calm himself. "The planet Mars?"

"No, the chocolate candy bar." Vinnie retorted as he holstered his laser gun. "Any other demands or questions burning on the tip of your tongue? Or would you prefer a hole burning into your actual foot this time?"

But the agent hardly listened to Vinnie's comment. He couldn't believe what he was hearing or seeing for that matter. This animal wasn't from Earth. It came from space. An alien. A real life alien. Of course, the bureau wasn't unfamiliar with the possibility of otherworldly life. They even had their own department within the agency. But never once did Burrows believe it to be real.

The agent knew he only had two options here. Figure out where he was on his own or stick with the alien while figuring that out. If this wasn't Earth, he had to find a way to get back. A million questions were going through his head. Why had this creature been on Earth in the first place? And what was that comment he'd made earlier about knowing the woman he was looking for?

Sticking with the mouse was the better choice. But he would feel a whole lot safer if he had some way to protect himself, in case the rodent was dangerous. He had to win its trust and somehow convince it to return his weapon to him.

Burrows loosened his tie from around his neck. "I guess I have no questions at the time. Therefore, seeing as we will probably be dependable on each other for the time being, let me introduce myself. My name is Kirk Burrows. FBI agent."

Vinnie nodded but refrained from shaking Burrows's hand. "The name is Vincent van Wham. Biker Mice. Freedom Fighter. You stick with me and I'll make sure you'll live to see another day."

Mars

It was an odd sound. Soft, but close enough that it woke her up. Izzy opened her eyes and narrowed them as she looked at the foot of the bed. A man was sitting there, his fur a shade of hazel and his brown hair messily thrown over one shoulder. It appeared he was doing something with his hands. He moved them back and forth and each time they did, that noise followed. It sounded a lot like paper being torn to shreds.

"What are you doing?" Izzy asked him as she pushed herself upright.

Stoker tilted his head back to look at her. "Did I wake you, gorgeous?"

The woman smiled as she crawled towards him. She glanced over his shoulder as she pressed her body against his back and wrapped her arms around him. "Is that what I think it is?"

She nodded at strips of paper sprawled around Stoker's feet. The mouse cleared his throat and dropped whatever was left of the poster onto the floor. "I couldn't very well have you lying next to me and at the same time have another woman up on my wall."

Izzy let out a chuckle. "We could have gotten a second poster. A cruiser bike, with a rugged strong and handsome dark furred male sitting on top of it. Uncovered, of course."

Stoker's mouth twitched and he quickly coiled his tail around his woman's waist. "Aside from the cruiser bike, I'd say I tick all those boxes already."

"All of them?"

"All of them."

He pulled her away from behind him and into his lap. He swept some of her hair out of her face and cupped her cheek. "I'm so happy you're here." He whispered as he lowered his head to capture her lips for a swift second. When he pulled back he rested his forehead against hers.

"I am too."

"You can tell me if you're not." Stoker said softly.

"Are you worried I'm not?" Izzy asked him with concern.

The mouse sighed. "Why do you always reply with a question instead of a yes or no?"

"Because I am English." She replied as if it was the only and most logical explanation for it.

"I have no idea what that means."

"It means, stop worrying, you nutter."

Stoker furrowed his brow. "Nutter?"

Suddenly he jerked his head around and glanced at the door. His ears perked up and he lifted Izzy from his legs. "We've got company."

Stoker jumped up, grabbed the sheets from his bed and threw them over Izzy without warning. The woman yelped with surprise, as Stoker quickly reached for his pants and put them on. At that same moment a knock came from the other side of the door.

A muffled voice soon followed. "General, are you up? We have a situation!"

"Come in!" Stoker yelled back.

Come in? Izzy's eyes widened as she wrapped the bed linen around her naked body. The door slid open revealing a tall and long haired male Martian. He stepped inside, his chest heaving up and down as if he'd been running towards Stoker's sleeping accommodation and was now a little out of breath.

"Havoc." Stoker nodded at the major.

"Chief." The mouse paused and his eyes drifted towards the woman sitting on his boss's bed. "Miss Isabel."

"Hello, Havoc." She greeted him politely, though she found the entire situation incredibly uncalled for. Perhaps Martians did not care whether somebody was dressed or not.

Stoker crossed his arms over his bare chest and stared at the man before him. "You said there was a problem?"

"There is indeed. I was on my way over to General Carbine, but passed your door and figured you'd want to be the first to know." Havoc quickly explained as he made his way to the centre of the room.

He halted and pulled a small device out of his back pocket. It looked like a television screen, but smaller and rectangular shaped. The grey furred mouse clicked on it with his long fingers and then handed it to Stoker. The latter stared at it for a couple of seconds before looking back up.

"What am I looking at here?" The older mouse asked.

"Coordinates." Havoc answered. "Carbine gave them to me last night. Well, technically Throttle gave them to her and she asked me to look in on them."

"Throttle?" Izzy frowned as she shifted in the bed. "What are they for?"

He stared at Izzy for a second and then at Stoker, but even he was giving him the exact same puzzled look. It then dawned on Havoc that apparently neither Stoker nor Izzy knew about the situation. About what had happened to Vinnie.

"Wait,- You don't know? Hasn't Carbine informed you? She told me she would." He frowned.

"Informed us about what?" Stoker asked.

They really were unaware of Vinnie's disappearance. Havoc cursed inwardly. He couldn't imagine Carbine keeping this a secret from them purposely, she would have told him if that was the case. But why she hadn't gone and inform them herself earlier was strange. Vinnie was their friend, they had every right to know about what had happened to him. Havoc didn't care if he was going to get into trouble for this, he had to tell them. It was too late now anyway.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news. But Vinnie is gone."

"Gone?" Stoker raised his voice just as Izzy widened her eyes.

"What do you mean gone?" She asked.

Havoc realised it must have sounded as if he'd just declared Vinnie dead. The look of shock on both their faces was intense. Havoc swore he could even see Izzy's eyes glisten as she stared at him worryingly.

"He's missing. From what Carbine has told me last night, he got transported somewhere, but nobody knows where exactly. These coordinates are the only lead,-"

"Missing?" Izzy exclaimed.

"Last night? How come I'm only hearing about this now?" Stoker interjected. He couldn't believe Carbine hadn't informed him about this yet. He had to contact Earth as quickly as possible and hear this from Throttle himself. Especially considering he was the one who provided Carbine with the coordinates in the first place. "Are the others alright?"

"Yes, they are. Vinnie is the only one who is missing. But as I said, I don't know the details at all. Carbine simply asked me to check the numbers asap. Nothing more."

Stoker gritted his teeth. "We're going to Carbine, right now."

He spun around and was about to move, when Havoc placed his hand on the mouse's shoulder and pulled him to a halt. "Just hold on a minute. I traced these numbers, just like she asked me to. And I found his location. I know where he got transported to."

Izzy let out a sigh of relief. But Stoker didn't. He turned back to Havoc and glanced down at the pad once more. "He's not on Earth, is he?"

The grey mouse shook his head. "He's not on earth."

"Is that good or bad news?" Izzy asked him.

Havoc pressed his mouth together and scratched the back of his head. "Both, actually. The good news is, he's here. He's on Mars."

"And the bad news?" Stoker frowned.

"He's been transported to the edge of Boreas."

The hazel furred mouse widened his eyes. "Are you sure?"

Havoc nodded. "A hundred percent."

"Shit!" Stoker exclaimed loudly as he rubbed his hand across his face.

Izzy stared at both mice. Whatever Boreas was, it clearly wasn't good news. Havoc's concerning expression and Stoker's outburst said it all. It was hard for her to grasp the situation. Vinnie had been transported from Earth to Mars? How was something like that even possible? She had come to Mars with a spacecraft and that had been a long journey. But Vinnie had managed to get there as if he'd been a character on Star Trek.

"What's Boreas?" She asked.

Havoc turned to her. "Boreas is near the most northern point of our planet. It is also one of the most coldest places on Mars. Harsh dry winds. Sand tornadoes and thunder. It's not an environment you want to be in as a mouse." He explained.

"The weather isn't the only problem." Stoker added. "Because of the storms it's damn near impossible to get any sort of reception from our satellites. It sort of creates a dampening field. Once you're there, you have no way to communicate. No use of radar, nothing. Another reason why we never venture there. I can only hope he's with his bike, but even that could pose a problem."

He walked over to his bed and extended his hand towards Izzy. "Come on, let's get to Carbine. Ask her what she knows and inform the others that Vinnie is on Mars."

"Uhm, before we leave,- is there any chance you two gentlemen will allow me to get dressed first?" The woman arched an eyebrow and motioned at the sheet she was currently using to hide her naked body from a certain uninvited grey mouse.

Stoker lowered his eyes and his mouth formed an oh. Clearly he had forgotten about that little detail the second Havoc stepped through the door. Izzy had no idea if that was because Martians didn't care about clothing or if his military attitude had kicked in to resolve a problem. Stoker took a step back and cleared his throat.

"Right you are, beautiful." The hazel furred mouse immediately grabbed hold of Havoc and ushered him out of the room without hesitation. "Let's give the lady some privacy."

"Right, right." Havoc muttered under his breath as he let the general push him into the corridor.

The door shut behind them and Stoker let out a chuckle. "Sorry about that. Guess I'm still getting used to having someone with me instead of being alone. I'm definitely going to get my tail kicked later for this."

"They have no fur at all? Not even a little?" Havoc asked curiously all of a sudden and Stoker frowned at the other mouse.

"Checking my girl out, are you Havoc?"

Havoc blinked his eyes rapidly and he could feel his body beginning to heat up. "What? Me? I mean, of course I noticed the lack of,- I mean she,- No, I wasn't looking."

"Don't worry about it, major." Stoker waved his hand and then smirked before leaning his back against the wall. "I honestly wouldn't trade it for the world, you know? Fur or soft skin. Tail or a shapely,-" He paused and cleared his throat. "Never mind. I'm just rambling."

"That's alright, chief. Although, now that we're on the subject of you and miss Isabel,-" Havoc leaned forward. "I would like to remind you, and I mean this with the upmost respect,- how thin some of these walls are?"

He didn't have to explain what he meant with that, Stoker understood the message perfectly but he was unsure how to respond. Honestly, he could care less. He was a proud mouse after all, though he wasn't sure how Izzy would feel knowing that Havoc had been able to listen in on their late night escapades. One thing was certain, he wasn't going to tell her about this. He'd just have to find another solution.

"Disturbed your beauty sleep, did we?" Stoker joked.

Havoc shook his head just as the door across from him slid open revealing the woman they'd just been talking about. Her hands resting on her hips and her head tilted to the side. She proceeded to remove a piece of clothing which hung over her shoulder.

"I thought you might need this." She said to Stoker.

"Thank you, gorgeous."

As he took the shirt from her and over his head, Havoc turned towards Izzy and whispered. "I do apologize for barging in like that, miss Isabel. I should have realized things are different now."

Izzy bobbed her head. "Thank you, Havoc. I appreciate your apology."

"Alright, now that everyone is up and ready. Let's set this in motion." Stoker said out loud as he closed the door behind Izzy.

"You want me to get together a team, chief?" Havoc asked. But Stoker shook his head.

"Not yet, but we will and if we do... we're going to need all the help we can get."

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How many hours of sleep did she get last night? Around three hours, give or take. Not nearly enough. She blamed herself for it. Thoughts going back and forth to her talk with Throttle. Things she'd said to him. Accusations she had made and his response to them. Had he been honest with her or had he been lying simply to make her feel better?

"Are you asking me if something happened between me and her?"

"Geez, Throttle. You think?

"I,- admire Izzy. I won't deny that. But nothing physical ever happened between us."

"Physical? Interesting choice of words there. Is this your way of telling me that you didn't sleep with her?"

"Yes. I never slept with her. Like I said, nothing happened."

"But you wanted sleep with her?"

She was one to talk. Perhaps a part of her was sort of hoping Throttle had slept with Izzy. After all, she had crossed that boundary a long time ago with one of her subordinates. A mouse she still saw every day. She felt like a fool for reminding Havoc of their little adventure last night. What had she expected to accomplish with that?

Probably some form of confirmation that there were still mice out there who found her interesting and attractive. It had been a long time since she felt wanted. That night with Havoc managed to fix the desire for a while. But it was clear that he was not interested in letting it happen again. She couldn't sense any trace of arousal or affection coming from him last night when she cornered him.

She'd never planned for anything to come out of it. Heck, she hadn't even thought about that fateful night until yesterday. If it hadn't been for Stoker telling her about Throttle's supposed infidelity, she probably never would have.

Carbine let out a deep sigh and stared at the screen in front of her. It had been twenty minutes since Havoc sent her a message that he'd figured out Vinnie's location and that it wasn't good news. She folded her hands together and pressed them against her mouth. As soon as he would arrive at her office she'd have to make contact with her Earth again. Knowing Throttle, he'd most surely already be sitting somewhere waiting for her to call in. By now he must have figured out that those coordinates did not lead to any place on Earth.

Suddenly, she raised her head to look at the door and one second later it slid open revealing not only Havoc, but Stoker and Izzy right behind him. Carbine placed her hands on her desk and pushed herself up from her chair. This was going to be problematic. It seemed Havoc had already informed Stoker on what happened to Vinnie. Something she'd hoped to keep quiet, at least until she knew for herself where the white mouse had been transported to.

"I assume you've informed Stoker on Vinnie's situation already?" She immediately concluded.

Havoc opened his mouth but Stoker stepped into Carbine's office without letting him speak. "He did and for that I will yell at you later, Carbine. But right now we need to tell Throttle and Modo what happened to their bro. Havoc, inform the general what you discovered."

Havoc nodded and placed the data pad on Carbine's desk. "Vinnie is on Mars. Up North. Near Boreas."

Carbine's eyes widened. "Boreas? Why would he be transported there?"

But that was a question none of them could answer. The only one who would know was the person who'd set those coordinates in the first place. Even so, it could have all been a coincidence, a random order of numbers instead of an actual intended destination.

"A question for another day." Stoker told her. "Get the Last Chance Garage on the line."

Carbine didn't object. She walked back to her desk, sat down and switched on the radio. Within only a few clicks, a static echoed through the room. "This is General Carbine calling Earth. Come in, Throttle."

She released the button of the microphone and waited as the static continued. In the meantime, Havoc, Stoker and Izzy walked around her desk to join Carbine in front of the radio. All of them looked at the monitor, hoping for a familiar face to appear soon. And then in a split second it turned on. A torso entered the frame. Black vest, tan fur. Throttle quickly sat down and the static disappeared as he spoke.

"I read you, Carbine! Did you find any,-" He paused as he spotted the people standing behind the general. "I presume this means you know where Vinnie is?"

Carbine nodded and moved aside as Stoker took her seat. "Morning, Rookie."

"Coach." Throttle replied. "I take it you've been informed on what happened to Vinnie?"

"I was informed a mere ten minutes ago, but yes I've heard. Havoc told me Vinnie got transported?"

"I was with Vinnie at Limburger Tower. The details of why isn't important, but Vinnie got stuck in the transporter trying to save a human that Limburger was planning on getting rid off."

"A human?" Stoker frowned.

"His name is Burrows and I reckon wherever Vinnie is, he is too. Technically we're looking for two people."

A human? Stoker couldn't believe what he was hearing. There was another human on Mars? For Vinnie to be where he was, was one thing, but could a human survive the climate around Boreas? Stoker leaned forward towards the screen. "Anything we need to know about this Burrows?"

The connection fell quiet, but soon Throttle leaned forward again to reply. "He's an agent. But he's not connected with Limburger in any sort of way. He was simply investigating,- something. Wrong place at the wrong time."

"So, a non threat? Got it. Now, back to Vinnie's location,-"

"Give me one second, Stoke. Let me get Modo and Charley down here. They'd want to hear this." Without waiting for a reply, he was gone. The only thing left on the screen was the background of the garage.

Stoker leaned back and let out a sigh. "At least now we know how Vinnie got himself stuck in a transporter."

"What's this Throttle said about a human being transported along with him?" Carbine questioned. "Some sort of agent? Do you have any idea who Throttle was talking about?"

She turned to Izzy who looked back at the female mouse, equally puzzled. The blonde shrugged. "I've never heard of the name Burrows before."

"You are sure?" Carbine asked sternly.

"I would tell you if I was." Izzy crossed her arms.

"We're back." Throttle appeared once again and this time there were two more present.

Charley and Modo stood behind the tanned mouse. Modo lowered himself so he could look at the screen more properly. Charley seemed tired, pale, with dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't gotten a lot of sleep lately. Izzy reckoned she was most likely extremely worried about Vinnie. He was one of her dearest friends after all.

"Throttle tells us you have information about Vinnie?" Modo's deep voice sounded through the com. He then paused as his eyes landed on the mouse standing next to Izzy.

"Havoc?"

"Cousin Modo. It's good to see you again." Havoc nodded.

"Can we hold off the family reunion and focus on what's more important?" Carbine interjected. "You were going to tell them about Vinnie?"

"Apologies, general." Havoc replied to her, before grabbing the data pad from the desk and tapped something on it. "I've checked out the coordinates and managed to find Vinnie's location. Though based on where he is, I can't give a clear answer if he's still there."

"That's more than we could have hoped for." Throttle assured him. "So where is he?"

It was Stoker who answered. "He's on Mars, but don't put your feet up yet. Havoc found him on the edge of Boreas."

"Boreas?" Throttle's brow furrowed. "I hope you're wrong."

"That is not good,-" Modo glanced over his shoulder at Charley, who'd stepped closer and placed her hand on her boyfriend.

"I wish I was." Havoc replied. "I double checked everything. Vinnie and that human are definitely up North."

"We need to come up with a plan and fast." Stoker continued. "We know enough about Boreas to know we need to act quick. The longer we wait, the less likely we are to find him."

The two mice back on Earth looked at each other. There was one thing they agreed on and that was that they had to do something about this as quick as possible. But they were in Chicago and Vinnie was on Mars, roaming around in an environment unlike any other place on the red planet. To sit back and let Stoker and the others handle it wasn't in their nature. This was Vinnie. Their bro. They needed to help. If anything happened to the white mouse and they hadn't done a single thing, they would never forgive themselves.

Modo nodded at Throttle and the latter turned his attention back to the monitor. "I suggest you begin to assemble a search and rescue party immediately. In the meanwhile, we'll start and get ready to join you as soon as possible."

Carbine's eyes widened and her jaw dropped a little. Even Havoc looked surprised, but it was clear what they meant. The biker mice were going to return to Mars.

"Not that I'm against the idea,-" Stoker began. "But how exactly will you get here? Last I checked Izzy and I left with the only ship capable of flying out of orbit."

"I didn't say we had a plan yet." Throttle replied.

He hated to admit it, but of course Stoker was right. They didn't have a vessel at their disposal. Their bikes weren't space pods either. The only thing they could use was the same device which had caused Vinnie to being transported to Mars. But that would mean entering Limburger Tower and getting their hands on the transporter. They'd have to make sure the coast was clear and set the right coordinates for the Freedom Fighter base into the machine. The dumbest thing they could do was transport themselves to Boreas. The whole plan would be risky, but the easiest one.

Throttle turned to Charley. "Do you think you can set the base on Mars as a destination on Limburger's transporter?"

The auburn haired woman stared at him. "You want to use that to get to Mars?"

"It is the fastest way of getting there."

"It does sound like our only option." Modo tilted his head back to look at Charley. But he could already sense her reluctance. The grey mouse didn't understand it. Didn't she want to help and find Vinnie? He reckoned she would do just about anything for him.

"Darlin'?"

"I can help you two get to Mars." Charley replied, her voice growing softer. "But I can't go with you if you're going with the transporter."

The room went quiet on both sides of the radio. Was Charley really telling them that she wasn't going to come to Mars along with Modo and Throttle? Modo blinked and he felt his stomach drop as he realized that that was exactly what she meant. But she'd been to Mars before, via transporter no less. Why didn't she want to go with him now?

Izzy leaned over Stoker's shoulder and glanced at her sister-in-law through the screen. "Do you want us to leave for a second, Charley?" She asked.

"No. No, that's alright. With everything else that's going on, I might as well tell all of you." Charley quickly said.

She then turned to Modo, extended her arms and grabbed hold of his hands. She moved them upwards, placed them against her lower abdomen and took a deep breath.

"Modo...I'm pregnant."

And...let's end it here, shall we?

Yes, you had all already guessed it. Charley is pregnant. The hints were too obvious, except for Modo, as he thought she was just having the flu. But the secret is out now!

As well as Vinnie's location. He is definitely on Mars. But not the side of the planet we're familiar with. I hope none of you mind me throwing in a little imagination of my own when it comes to Mars.

Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. It has been way overdue, but we're finally getting to the point where the mice go back to Mars.

The only question now is how will they? Will they use the transporter and leave without Charley? Or will somebody propose a different idea?

Stay tuned :)

And as always, I would love to hear your thoughts, or if you'd like to see something happen.