Dear Gods, everything hurts. I have body parts that are hurting now that I
didn't even know could hurt! Throttle thought. He didn't remember much
about his crash. Oh man, I crashed, Mom's never going to let me pilot
anything ever again.
Very slowly, Throttle opened his eyes. Stars, okay, that's kind of familiar. Glancing around, Throttle realized that he had no idea where he was. Carefully raising his head, he spied someone leaning back against a tree. What the hell is that? Great, I'm definitely not on Mars.
The strange creature leaning against the tree appeared to be asleep. It had no fur, a freakish concept to the young Martian. The only hair that was really visibly was a thin line above each of her eyes and then thick brown hair growing from her head. How do they keep warm? Throttle wondered and checked the being out a bit more. Well, it's shaped like a Martian girl.so, it's a she, I know that at least.maybe. Upon further inspection, Throttle realized that her, if it was a 'her', had torn her shirt to make his bandages. Upon further inspection, Throttle realized that her, if it was a 'her', had torn her shirt to make his bandages. Well, that was nice of her. Hate to cut the visit short but I gotta check on the ship. Stoker will kill me if he finds out that I took a cruiser out for a joy ride and destroyed it.
Throttle tried to raised up onto his elbows. Pain shot through his torso and forced him back onto his back with a sharp gasp. The gasp was loud enough to startle the girl, who had dozed off while watching over Throttle. She, in turn, gasped and jumped a bit when she opened her eyes. She put her hands up in front of her and spoke slowly to him. Too bad I have no clue what you're saying.
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"I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help you." Michele spoke slowly and calmly, only putting emphasis on the word 'help'.
The giant mouse pushed himself back up onto his elbows. A look of great pain overtook his face and Michele went to his side and helped him the rest of the way up.
"You probably shouldn't be moving so much. I don't know how badly hurt you are. I've got my Girl Scout first aid badge but." Michele stopped and looked at the alien, "You have no clue what I'm saying, huh?"
Her fuzzy friend only cocked his head to one side and gave her a confused look. Michele thought for a second then clapped to signify that she had an idea. Michele pointed to herself and said "Michele."
The creature in front of her nodded and pointed to himself. "Throttle."
Michele smiled and giggled with glee. Again, she pointed to herself and said "Michele." Then she pointed to the ground and said, "Earth."
Throttle pointed to himself and then to the sky and said "Aras."
"Aras?" Michele asked. Throttle quickly tried to remember the different names he knew his home planet was called. His mother had offered the bit of trivia to him only a few days ago. Remembering, he started repeating them to Michele until she finally recognized one.
"Mars? You're from Mars?" She asked, amazed. Throttle nodded and smiled. Michele grinned like a mad woman but quickly remembered that someone could be after him. She pointed to Throttle, then to his legs, and then made a walking motion with two of her fingers. She hoped he would catch on.
Throttle looked at her as if to say "You must be joking" but then sighed and started the arduous task of getting up. Michele helped him as much as she could but he was a bit heavy. When he was finally on his feet, she realized just how much taller he was. If he wanted to, he could rest his head atop her's. Still though, she made him lean on her for some extra support during the long walk home.
Very slowly, Throttle opened his eyes. Stars, okay, that's kind of familiar. Glancing around, Throttle realized that he had no idea where he was. Carefully raising his head, he spied someone leaning back against a tree. What the hell is that? Great, I'm definitely not on Mars.
The strange creature leaning against the tree appeared to be asleep. It had no fur, a freakish concept to the young Martian. The only hair that was really visibly was a thin line above each of her eyes and then thick brown hair growing from her head. How do they keep warm? Throttle wondered and checked the being out a bit more. Well, it's shaped like a Martian girl.so, it's a she, I know that at least.maybe. Upon further inspection, Throttle realized that her, if it was a 'her', had torn her shirt to make his bandages. Upon further inspection, Throttle realized that her, if it was a 'her', had torn her shirt to make his bandages. Well, that was nice of her. Hate to cut the visit short but I gotta check on the ship. Stoker will kill me if he finds out that I took a cruiser out for a joy ride and destroyed it.
Throttle tried to raised up onto his elbows. Pain shot through his torso and forced him back onto his back with a sharp gasp. The gasp was loud enough to startle the girl, who had dozed off while watching over Throttle. She, in turn, gasped and jumped a bit when she opened her eyes. She put her hands up in front of her and spoke slowly to him. Too bad I have no clue what you're saying.
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"I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help you." Michele spoke slowly and calmly, only putting emphasis on the word 'help'.
The giant mouse pushed himself back up onto his elbows. A look of great pain overtook his face and Michele went to his side and helped him the rest of the way up.
"You probably shouldn't be moving so much. I don't know how badly hurt you are. I've got my Girl Scout first aid badge but." Michele stopped and looked at the alien, "You have no clue what I'm saying, huh?"
Her fuzzy friend only cocked his head to one side and gave her a confused look. Michele thought for a second then clapped to signify that she had an idea. Michele pointed to herself and said "Michele."
The creature in front of her nodded and pointed to himself. "Throttle."
Michele smiled and giggled with glee. Again, she pointed to herself and said "Michele." Then she pointed to the ground and said, "Earth."
Throttle pointed to himself and then to the sky and said "Aras."
"Aras?" Michele asked. Throttle quickly tried to remember the different names he knew his home planet was called. His mother had offered the bit of trivia to him only a few days ago. Remembering, he started repeating them to Michele until she finally recognized one.
"Mars? You're from Mars?" She asked, amazed. Throttle nodded and smiled. Michele grinned like a mad woman but quickly remembered that someone could be after him. She pointed to Throttle, then to his legs, and then made a walking motion with two of her fingers. She hoped he would catch on.
Throttle looked at her as if to say "You must be joking" but then sighed and started the arduous task of getting up. Michele helped him as much as she could but he was a bit heavy. When he was finally on his feet, she realized just how much taller he was. If he wanted to, he could rest his head atop her's. Still though, she made him lean on her for some extra support during the long walk home.