Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. I use them without permission and I don't make any money out of it. The story is not more suggestive than the show itself, and there's no sex (even if at least one of them would wish to), no swearing and no violence (how disappointing).
Hereby I proudly present:
Beside the fact that I'm dying, I'm also bored.
Written by Dapple
16 January 2005
Enjoy!
"Charley!" Vinnie moaned, "Charley…" his voice trailed off to a pathetic whimper.
"What?" Charley answered from behind his bike without even looking at him.
"Give me some more tea, dollface." he pleaded.
"It's on the table Vincent, right beside you. Get it yourself"
"But it's so bright. I can hardly see. I think I'm dying." he added sadly.
"You're not dying Vinnie. You caught a cold. In a few days you'll be fine." She put the wrench in the toolbox and grabbed another one.
"In a few days I'll be gone from this world. It'll be the end of another great hero." He turned his back to her and stared into the pillows. "Beside the fact that I'm dying I'm also bored." he stated.
"So read a book."
"A book?" he turned again and stared blankly at her.
"Or watch TV."
"With this headache? It makes me feel like Throttle when he's lost his shades."
"Is your head hurting? You want me to cut it off for you? It would end the misery for both of us real quick."
"Now you're harsh, babe."
"Well you're obviously healthy enough to complain so why don't you try to figure something out to do on your own? Too bad you didn't get a sore throat instead so I didn't have to hear your whining the whole day." Charley grumped and shook her head as she went back to tuning his bike.
The garage was quiet for a while. Modo and Throttle had bailed the building some hours ago when their white-furred bro. had awoken with a dripping nose, swollen eyes and headache the size of South Africa.
Charley understood why.
"Charley!" Vinnie moaned.
She suppressed a deep sigh.
"I'm cold"
"How can you be cold? You've got four blankets and a pot of hot tea."
"Not as hot as you" he said with a weak smile, "Couldn't you warm me up Sweetheart?"
"In your dreams. You're too hot on it already."
"You think I have a fever?"
She cleaned her hands as she walked over to the sofa where he lay, and put a palm on his brow.
"I don't know. How warm are you supposed to be?"
"Hard to say. After all; I am the coolest guy this side of Aldebaran."
He closed his eyes and felt the freshness of her fingers as she slowly stroke the left side of his face, smoothing his fur. Her touch was soothing and as tensions he didn't know he had went away, part of the headache faded with them. Soon he was fast asleep.
Vincent felt much better when he woke up to the sound of his bros'. motor-cycles a couple of hours later. He stretched a little and sat up.
"So, the hero finally got some sleep?" Throttle smirked, leaning on the handelbars of his bike.
"Hah" Modo laughed; "Charley-mam' probably got so tired of him she hit him unconscious."
"Oh no bro. What she did was much smoother." Vinnie mumbled with a meaning smile. "Speaking of which, where is she, anyway?"
At that very moment Charley appeared in the doorway. "Oh, good, you're back. You guys go ahead and make dinner, I'm gonna go to bed." she said and felt the headache explode behind her eyes as she sneezed.
Ride Free everyone!
And... comments are very welcome.
Love /Dapple