Chapter Twelve: Last Chance Garage: 9:45pm
Author: Mandragoran
Rating: PG- For language and violence
Authors note: Takes place inbetween Confessions and A night alone. Before
Jessie returns. Please Read and Review.
Disclaimer: I personally own none of the orginal BMFM but I do own my own
characters. Please get permision before using them...thanks.
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Last Chance Garage: 9:45pm
"Brother hey?" Fury shrugged watching the lamp cast patterns over the
rootbeer in his glass. He looked up at Throttle who was sitting across
from him. The two mice where in the kitchen of the Last Chance. "Don't
know if I much like that idea."
Throttle shrugged and the two of them slipped into silence for a few
moments. "Do you remember her?" Throttle suddenly asked.
Fury looked up raising his eyebrows before frowning. "Vaguely…I wasn't
that old when Mat took me…I remember a voice mostly…soft and lilt." He
sighed "Not much more then that. I remember Nadine the most. She was Mats
wife."
Throttle nodded.
"How about your…umm...our father." Fury asked him still slightly weirded
out by this whole revelation. "Is he alive?"
Throttle shook his head "No, he died in the wars…Plutarkian raid."
"Oh." Fury looked back down at his glass and the silence seemed to stretch
further.
"You welcome to stay of course." Throttle said after awhile.
Fury snorted "Oh please…we'd have each other killed within the week." He
said sarcastically.
Throttle smiled "Probably, " he said "You do tend to bring out the worst
in me."
Fury rolled his eyes. "Like it's all my fault or something."
Throttle looked over at him. "Well you DID try to kill me."
Fury shrugged "That was before…and it was business. It was nothing
personal."
Throttle snorted in reply, taking a swallow of his rootbeer. "So, what are
you going to do?" He asked.
"Fix the Overdrive, "Fury said "The hundred gold gills I managed to get
out of Limburger should cover the repairs it needs." He paused to take
another swallow of his drink. "Then, we'll probably lie low for awhile.
I'm sure Limburgers none to please with me at the moment. And I'd hate to
run into any of his associates"
The swinging door opened and Mat poked his nose in. "Haven't killed each
other yet hey?" He smiled.
Fury flashed the human a grin. "It was touch and go there for a moment but
I don't think you'll have to worry about a coffin for either of us…yet."
He got to his feet as Mat came in. "How's the repairs going?" He asked.
"With the pieces from their old spaceship I've got her on her feet so to
speak, enough to make orbit at least. But she's due for a major overhaul."
He looked to Throttle "Thanks for the pieces by the way."
Throttle shrugged "Not like the ole lady's gonna be air worth again…
besides most of her outer hull shielding been stripped from her."
The three rejoined Charlie and the two other mice in the main room.
"It's a shame Limburgers got all those weapons though." Mat sighed "Guess
you can't win um all hey?"
Vinnie, Modo, and Throttle smirked.
"Oh don't be so sure of that." Throttle said.
Vinnie waggled his eyebrows "We left ole' Larry a present."
Author: Mandragoran
Rating: PG- For language and violence
Authors note: Takes place inbetween Confessions and A night alone. Before
Jessie returns. Please Read and Review.
Disclaimer: I personally own none of the orginal BMFM but I do own my own
characters. Please get permision before using them...thanks.
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Last Chance Garage: 9:45pm
"Brother hey?" Fury shrugged watching the lamp cast patterns over the
rootbeer in his glass. He looked up at Throttle who was sitting across
from him. The two mice where in the kitchen of the Last Chance. "Don't
know if I much like that idea."
Throttle shrugged and the two of them slipped into silence for a few
moments. "Do you remember her?" Throttle suddenly asked.
Fury looked up raising his eyebrows before frowning. "Vaguely…I wasn't
that old when Mat took me…I remember a voice mostly…soft and lilt." He
sighed "Not much more then that. I remember Nadine the most. She was Mats
wife."
Throttle nodded.
"How about your…umm...our father." Fury asked him still slightly weirded
out by this whole revelation. "Is he alive?"
Throttle shook his head "No, he died in the wars…Plutarkian raid."
"Oh." Fury looked back down at his glass and the silence seemed to stretch
further.
"You welcome to stay of course." Throttle said after awhile.
Fury snorted "Oh please…we'd have each other killed within the week." He
said sarcastically.
Throttle smiled "Probably, " he said "You do tend to bring out the worst
in me."
Fury rolled his eyes. "Like it's all my fault or something."
Throttle looked over at him. "Well you DID try to kill me."
Fury shrugged "That was before…and it was business. It was nothing
personal."
Throttle snorted in reply, taking a swallow of his rootbeer. "So, what are
you going to do?" He asked.
"Fix the Overdrive, "Fury said "The hundred gold gills I managed to get
out of Limburger should cover the repairs it needs." He paused to take
another swallow of his drink. "Then, we'll probably lie low for awhile.
I'm sure Limburgers none to please with me at the moment. And I'd hate to
run into any of his associates"
The swinging door opened and Mat poked his nose in. "Haven't killed each
other yet hey?" He smiled.
Fury flashed the human a grin. "It was touch and go there for a moment but
I don't think you'll have to worry about a coffin for either of us…yet."
He got to his feet as Mat came in. "How's the repairs going?" He asked.
"With the pieces from their old spaceship I've got her on her feet so to
speak, enough to make orbit at least. But she's due for a major overhaul."
He looked to Throttle "Thanks for the pieces by the way."
Throttle shrugged "Not like the ole lady's gonna be air worth again…
besides most of her outer hull shielding been stripped from her."
The three rejoined Charlie and the two other mice in the main room.
"It's a shame Limburgers got all those weapons though." Mat sighed "Guess
you can't win um all hey?"
Vinnie, Modo, and Throttle smirked.
"Oh don't be so sure of that." Throttle said.
Vinnie waggled his eyebrows "We left ole' Larry a present."