Guess whose back? Back again…Alright, alright, no copying of teh awsomeness of that song. Ahem Anyway, It's me, Kixstana Boxin with another piece of my story! Funny thing is, that I thought I would be the one to update before 'Something to Live For'. But, the great and talented writer of the fic beat me to the punch…sigh Although, I wouldn't want to be beaten by anyone else…Have you read her story..? … You HAVEN'T!? Well stop reading this crap and go read it! Maybe then you'll come back to my poorly written fic….
But seriously folks, I am in love with that story, and you should be too. Hmm…I don't really have anything else to say, except that after showing my two best friends some BMFM episodes, we have two new sisters to add into the fandom…YAAAY! Oh, and it all works out …we each have our favorites…no fighting over the hotness. Well, enough of my blabbing away, time for the new installation of 'Child's Play' Can I get a 'Whoop Whoop!?'
…No? Fine then….
Disclaimer: I don't own Biker Mice from Mars, because if I did, Modo would have a girlfriend, and lots of children!!! …I do, however, own Streak, and Motor Mouth, so ask before you use them. Although I don't see why you would want too…
Like so many times before, Modo and Throttle pulled into The Last Chance Garage, eyes simultaneously widening as they saw the state it was in. The large gray mouse guided Lil' Hoss away from a particularly large puddle of oil. He pat her handle bar, and edged around the messes, carrying the bag of Motor Mouth's possessions.
"Charlie ma'am?" He called out, somewhat worried.
Throttle echoed his concerns, "Charlie-girl?" he walked towards the back, taking long strides. He eyed the area, the lack of an answer fueling his worry. A hand over his holster, he grimaced at the torn up living room.
"Charlene!?" His voice was stern, and Modo set the bag down, backing up his bro.
What happened next went by so fast, Throttle was almost blown away. An auburn and white blur zoomed over to him, and almost tackled him to the floor. Charlie had covered his mouth, huffing slightly, looking like something a cat had spit up. Vinnie had his large hands over the female mechanics, and both pairs of eyes were wide and scared. They freed one hand each, and pressed fingers to their lips, shushing the Leader of the Biker Mice.
Modo nodded in understanding, and the only one left out was Throttle. Ripping their hands off of his mouth, he whispered, "What? Is there someone here?" Charlie gave him a clearly shocked look.
"Motor Mouth finally went to sleep…" She whispered, and if he didn't have pinpoint hearing, they probably wouldn't have caught the breathy sentence.
Vinnie slumped against his gray bro, ears almost pressed to his skull, "I dunno how you do it bro…she was screaming, running around…biting…I need a root beer." He almost collapsed; the only thing holding him up was his bro's bulk.
"Aw, C'mon now! She couldn't have been that bad!" Modo's eye held mirth, and he bit back a chuckle at both babysitters expressions.
"NOT THAT BAD!?" Charlie and Vinnie bellowed at him, in unison. After their objection, a piercing wail sounded from the direction of the bedroom. They gave each other a look, before hugging and beginning to sob comically.
Throttle covered his ears, looking at the two before turning to Modo, "Wanna handle this one, big guy?"
An amused smile placed on his face, Modo carried the bag and headed over to Charlie's bedroom. It wasn't that hard to find, the wail only breaking so that the child could take a breath or two.
"STREEEEAAAAK!!!!" She sobbed, and the mouse frowned a bit, the sound tearing at his heartstrings.
Poking his head out from behind the door, he watched as the girl flailed in a tantrum. Her tiny arms (compared to his) were beating at the mattress, and her feet were a flurry of blankets. In the dim light of the room, he saw that her cheeks were wet with tears.
"Now, lil' lady…what are you crying about…?" His voice was soft, as not to startle her, and she watched him as he came closer.
Her eyes were wide, and swimming with watery innocence that told him nothing. They were blank and scared. It almost took him all he had not to wince at the expression. This child wasn't exactly a little angel, but it was moments like these…Staring into innocence itself; were why Modo loved the young ones. He just couldn't help himself.
"I-I had..a…niiightmaare!" Her hitched breathing had strained her throat, and had caused her to give off another wail.
The large mouse let the bag slide off his shoulder, trying to think of how to comfort her. His memory went back, to the days of Rimfire and Primer-sitting. He would give anything to know where his niece was, and he knew it hurt his nephew as much as it hurt him. But now wasn't the time for mourning, he was trying to cheer up a sobbing child.
"Well, how about ya tell ol' Modo about it?" He sat next to her on the bed, sinking in as it creaked, a complaint towards his weight.
"They l-left me…forever…" Motor Mouth's voice was tiny, and she fiddled with a wrinkle in the sheets. Her eyes were puffy, and she stared at the creases with an almost blank face. Every now and then, her breath hitched, causing her body to quake.
"My mommy…she left first..and didn't say goodbye…Then..Streak…they're gone…and their never coming back! Modo, why did they leave me!?" Without warning, she threw herself into his arms, and he hugged her gently.
He could break through walls; his mechanical arm alone could kill a man. But this goliath of strength was as gentle as a lamb with the fragile creature in his arms. She cried, voice muffled in his gray fur, as he closed his eye. So much for a little girl to handle…
He pulled her into a greater hug, and rest his head on her shoulder, "If I ever find him…I promise…I'll make him pay, Lil' Mouth…I promise." He rubbed her back soothingly.
"No…don't…" Such a faint voice tired of crying. She whispered in his ear, "Don't h-hurt Streak, Modo…don't…"
Pulling away from her, he caught her gaze, eye searching. A tiny wrinkle appeared on his forehead, the only indication of a scowl. "…Then what am Ah supposed to do…?" He wiped away her tears, finger brushing them away easily.
"Just…bring 'em back to me..please…"
He pulled her into another hug, ears flattening in this morbid moment, "You got it, Darlin'…That I can promise."
Letting her go again, he turned to look at her bag. "In the mean time..I got somethin' that might cheer you up a bit…" He set her on the bed gently, and reached into the bag of clothing. Grinning when he found what he was looking for, Modo held up the Dalmatian plushy.
Her face almost brightened instantly, and she clapped her hands, "Fire puppy! You're alive!"
In the living room, Vinnie had collapsed on the couch, and Charlene was sitting on the arm. Both looked worse for wear, and were so close to passing out where they were sitting. Throttle just gave the two an amused look, happy that the almost banshee-like call had stopped. From what he could guess, his bro dealt with her quite easily. Modo always had a way with kids.
As if on cue, the largest of the trio entered the room, shoulders slumped. From the grave look on his face, it was as if he had to listen to country music the whole time he was in there.
That thought sent shivers down Throttle's back, and he went to clap his bro on the shoulder, "Good goin' big guy….she's quiet." He chuckled, and stopped feebly when Modo didn't join in. "Problem?"
"…Nuthin' really…" His eye flashed; not really glowing. "I've gotta find this Streak guy, n' pound his face in….s'all." The gray mouse growled, punching his mechanical fist into his hand.
Vinnie raised a fist, pumping it weakly, "I second that!" He sat up, groaning, "I think I pulled muscles I didn't even know I had…"
Charlie groaned, and glared, "I wanna get that jerk for leaving that tiny terror here….Although I don't blame him, sh-…" She stared up as Modo's glare was directed at her.
Eye glowing brightly, he narrowed it at his friend. He loved her like a sister, but she was over-stepping the limit. He could understand that the girl was a handful, but still. "No kid should have to go through that…Charlie-girl."
She wasn't the only one startled by Modo's tone of voice, and Throttle narrowed his eyes. "Hey, Hey! Calm down bro…" He rested a hand on the larger mouse's shoulder.
"Yeah! She was just talkin'…Right Sweetheart?" Vinnie raised a brow at his bro, before shooting a lazy grin at Charlene.
"Sorry Modo..Geez…" the female mechanic held up her hands in defeat, before shooting a glare at the white mouse. "…I'm too tired to even acknowledge your presence."
Blinking, the gray mouse shook his head, and looked at the floor in shame. He rubbed his eye with the heel of his hand before his baritone rumbled, "My apologies Charlie ma'am…I'm just a bit worked up…s'all."
She nodded, a timid smile appearing on her face, "It's all right Modo…No big deal." Although, she would never tell him that she really was afraid. The gentle giant had never expressed so much anger at her before, it was unnerving. Fighting off a shudder, she tried to lighten the mood by rolling her eyes. "So, are you guys gonna head home?"
A muffled groan sounded from Vinnie; he had placed a couch pillow over his face, limbs limp. This caused his bro's to chuckle.
"Well, maybe Vin should stay…I don't think he can sit on his bike right, let alone ride it at the moment…" Throttle stated, his smooth voice holding mirth. "So I guess it's just you n' me tonight, Big guy." He pat his larger bro on the shoulder.
"Heh, maybe now we can get some sleep without Vinnie's snorin'." Pushing back thoughts on what had just happened; Modo chuckled and caught the couch pillow that was thrown at him.
"Will you two just beat it already?" The white mouse narrowed his eyes at the other two, "Me n' my gal want some time alone…" He sent a suggestive grin Charlie's way.
"Oh, you wish."
"Heh, c'mon Modo…let's leave the love birds alone." Throttle let out a low chuckle at the look he received from the female mechanic. "Take care you two…"
The goliath of the three suddenly smirked, winking, "Yeah, and if you can't keep Vinnie under control, get Lil' Mouth to deal with him."
"Oh, hardy har…You're a real riot…" Vinnie threw another pillow at him as he left.
"'Night you two…" Charlie called after the retreating Biker Mice.
"G'night Charlie-girl…" They said in unison, raising their hands in leaving. They mounted their bikes, and placed their helmets on their heads.
Lil' Hoss beeped and purred, happy that Modo was back, having missed him. He chuckled, and patted her handle bar, "I missed you two, 'Darlin."
"Alright Modo, Lets rock-" Throttle began.
A voice traveled from Charlie's living room, joining in as the gray mouse pumped his fist into the air, "-N' Ride!"
For some odd reason, Motor Mouth slept through the chant. Perhaps it was the fact that she could hear Modo's voice join in.
Or maybe it had something to do with the stuffed Dalmatian wrapped up in her arms.
"Mmm….Modo…"
Yeah, I figured as much.
