Whoooohoooo! I'm on a roll! Ah yes, any comments on the last Chapter, you might ask? Hmm…Not really. Except for the fact that it was reeeeaaaally cutesy. And I hate that. Although, those of you out there probably thought it was adorable…okay, maybe that Modo-Motor Mouth scene was cute but don't read too much into it…I still dun like kids.

XD Joking….

And I have to comment on my reviewers! I…feel so loved! Really now, and FairDrea? She is not only a great writer, but is extremely nice! Her comments boosted my ego a bit, and now I finished another chapter mondo fast! So, thank her, if you wanna thank anyone!

Disclaimer: I do not own Biker Mice From Mars, cause if I did…No one would dare oppose me! MWHAAHA! ahem Oh, I do own Motor Mouth, Streak, and…others…


It hadn't been a big deal, going home without Vinnie. Although, the two remaining mice couldn't help but feel a gap in their formation as they headed towards the Scoreboard. Both were silent as they rode, and other than exchanging a 'good night' they didn't talk much. How strange that a missing member would have such an impact on them.

Though Modo hardly noticed. As he lay in bed, both arms behind his head, he couldn't help but think. It was a random train of thought; about Rimfire…Primer…Motor Mouth. And as he thought of Streak, his jaw clenched. That guy was just asking for a beating.

He didn't know how long he had been thinking. Maybe a few minutes, or a few hours…All that Modo knew was that he was hungry. Blinking as his stomach growled, the large mouse groaned and stood. He stretched, yawning as though he had just woken up. His body protested, it still needed sleep.

"A quick dog, then I'll turn in." He vowed, scratching his bare chest and heading to the kitchen. Modo's ears twitched when he reached the kitchen, noticing Throttle's hunched figure. From what he could tell, his tan bro was looking for something to snack on as well.

"Hey." Throttle nodded, taking out a pack of hotdogs and nodding.

"Yo."

"Can't sleep either? Eh…guess in all of the excitement we forgot to eat." The leader chuckled, and whipped out a pot to let the hotdogs boil. He watched them for a moment, before turning to his bro. Leaning against the counter, Throttle raised a brow. Even then, he wore his trademark glasses. "…"

Tossing a few of his own hotdogs into the water, Modo blinked at Throttle. "Somthin' on your mind?" He was slightly nervous, Throttle only became serious with him when he had done something.

"Why'd you go off on Charlie-girl today?" His voice was smooth, but Modo could detect a hint of disproval. Enough to make him cringe a bit.

"Hey, I said I was sorry…Didn't really mean it…" He mumbled, then noticed the stern look on his friend's face. Sighing in defeat, he scratched the back of his head and looked away. "I guess it's cause she was sidin' with this Streak jerk…"

"Hey, Hey, woah! When she do that?" Throttle pushed off of the counter, holding his hands up in surrender. He didn't really know what his bro was talking about, and hoped the gray mouse would explain things.

"She said that she didn' blame the slime for…ditching Lil' Mouth." Modo's voice softened, remembering how pitiful she looked, in tears. "I just took it the wrong way…Okay?" He gave his bro a look that said 'Drop it.'

Nodding, Throttle turned off the stove, thinking for a moment. He knew very well how Modo's emotions could get in the way. It was the 'Billie' incident all over again. He just hoped for this Streak's sake, that he had a really good reason for leaving Motor Mouth. But then again, that still might not save the poor sap.

"Dogs are done…" He changed the subject, much to the relief of Modo.

The gray mouse's head snapped up, and he brought out the buns. There he went, thinking again. He fixed his food quickly, and glanced at the clock. '1:24, not too late…' Though it still was a bit shocking…Modo never knew he could think for so long. (hehe)

Him and Throttle made short work of the hotdogs, and were heading back to bed. Hopefully, they could get some sleep now that they had full bellies. Parting ways, they blinked simultaneously when there was a knock at the door.

Modo narrowed his eye, mechanical arm quickly turning into a weapon. The barrels of the laser sat behind his knuckles, and he shot his fellow Martian a look.

Nodding his head, Throttle ran into his room, soundlessly. He returned with a laser gun, and nodded towards the door. They advanced, and the tan mouse threw the door open, pointing his weapon at the silhouettes.

"Whoa, Whao! Throttle, man! I never thought you'd be this cranky!" A voice cracked, snickering slightly as his bro blinked in a mild sleep-shock.

Modo was confused as to why Vinnie would be showing up, when he heard familiar noise. Eye narrowing once more, he pushed past the others, "What happened?" He lifted the sniveling child from Charlie's arms, possessively. It went unnoticed by the female mechanic.

"I don't know! I was sleeping in the chair next to the bed, and she woke up crying…" She explained closing the door behind her. Her auburn hair was disheveled, and there were small bags under her eyes. "I tried calming her down, but she kept on screaming."

Vinnie placed down the bag, the same one Modo had carried full of Motor Mouth's clothes. "She went on, yellin' for ya bro." His eyes landed on Modo, as he tried to calm the child down.

"Shh, s'alright Lil' Darlin'…" He cradled her, and nodded at the two. "Yep, didn't really think it woulda happened…" The gray mouse didn't elaborated, and his companions didn't really think they wanted to know.

The girl in his arms shivered, slightly windsweapt from the ride over. Her chocolate brown eyes were once again filled with tears. "M-Modo? I hade a 'nother nightmare…And…you..weren't..there!" Motor Mouth clung to his neck, and he patted her back soothingly.

He looked as if he were concentrating, and blinked when Charlie touched his arm. Modo's face softened and he gave her a little half smirk before pulling the child away. Holding her under the armpits, he sized her up, "Well, I dunno guys…You think Lil' Mouth here can stay with us?"

Vinnie opened his mouth to object, fear clearly in his eyes. He was silenced, however, by Throttle, who gave him a stern glare. The white mouse just slumped his shoulders, and let out an almost inaudible sigh.

"R-Really? Y-y-you mean I can stay here with you guys?" Wiping her eyes with her fists, Motor Mouth sniffled. Her eyes still shone, but this time it was with the prospect of sharing a living place with Martian Mice.

Modo winked at his bro's and Charlie, before clearing his throat in mock-sternness. "I guess so…if you behave."

Her face really brightened then, "Oh! I will! I will!" She almost seemed to bounce in his arms, and latched onto him once more. "Only if I can share your room, Uncle Modo!"

Uncle Modo…

His insides felt like they had turned to jelly when she called him that. Ears flattening some, he tried to shake off the feeling of sadness that tried to take control. He hadn't been called that in a while. Even though Rimfire was still around, he barely got to see the boy…But the way this child said it, it was almost as if…

Primer…

Finally succeeding in pushing back those thoughts, he cleared his throat and shook his head. Letting out a low chuckle, he set her down on the ground, "Sure thing, kiddo."

"YAY!"

Vinnie, Throttle, and even Modo winced at the loud yell. She seemed truly excited, and was running around their legs. She sounded like a sped up tape recorder, talking so fast they couldn't understand her.

Charlie kneeled, and stopped the child in a mid-circle, "Hey now, it's still nighttime…you need to go to sleep." She poked Motor Mouth in the nose.

"Okay Charlene!" Her voice was still loud, and she clapped, ignoring how the woman winced at her whole name.

Modo, the first one to recover from the squeal, cleared his throat once more, "Now, Lil Mouth…You should always respect people older than you. That'd be 'Charlie ma'am'." He corrected the child gently.

Motor Mouth recalled how he had said that to the mechanic, and blinked in wonder. He was the greatest, she thought, and wanted to be just like him. "Alright…" She said slowly, trying to make sure she remembered this rule forever. "Okay, Charlie Ma'am..?" It was still strange to her, but she liked the new word. 'Hee Hee Hee! Ma'am? I feel like a cowboy!'

Throttle smirked. Leave it to Modo to pass down his mother's teachings, even if it wasn't his kid. He bit back a yawn, and watched as Vinnie fought to stay up, knowing the feeling quite well. "So, Charlie-girl…You-" He was interrupted, by a tug on his arm. Looking down, he blinked at the newest resident of the scoreboard. "Uh…yeah?"

"No, no, Throttle…Not Charlie-girl! Charlie Ma'am." The child corrected innocently.

Vinnie raised a brow, trying not to smirk as his bro was reprimanded by a kid. Charlie also had a look of amusement, not knowing what to say. Both looked at Modo, wondering what he would do.

The gray furred goliath picked Motor Mouth up by the back of her nightgown. It was obvious she had gotten it from her bag. He set her down on his shoulder, "Now, Me n' my bro's can call her that…cause we're grown-ups…but you're a kid…see?" It was adorable, as he tried to explain things so that she could understand them.

Charlie sighed, wishing that Modo did have children. He'd be such a good father. She shook her head, and looked back at Throttle. "Oh, what were you going to ask?"

He looked away from Modo, a smirk still on his face at the sight, "Huh? Right…I was gonna ask if you wanted to crash here for the night. No point in riding back home this late."

Vinnie slung an arm around Charlie's shoulder, "Yeah…and I can show you my room." His arm was tossed off once more, and he shrugged. "Your loss, Sweetheart."

"If you guys can keep Casanova here under control, I'll stay…" She shot the white mouse a look, before heading to the couch. "Besides, I didn't think I was gonna open the garage anyway…with all that's happened, I don't think I could concentrate." The auburn haired beauty flopped onto the sofa, and yawned.

It was followed by another yawn that ended in a cute squeak. Their attention was drawn back to Motor Mouth, and she blinked away tired tears. "Sorry…" She didn't like everyone looking at her so intently.

Modo noticed this, and gave her a small grin. "Well, if you're gonna share my room, you gotta know where it is, right?" He picked up her bag, and nodded towards the others. "G'night. Say g'night, Lil' Mouth."

Clearing her throat, the child let out a southern drawl. To heavy to be Modo's but still, she tried. "G'nigh' Lil' Mouf." They then headed towards Modo's room.

Throttle gave Vinnie a look, and shook his head. "I betcha the Big Lug'll spoil that kid like crazy."

The female mechanic sat up, and tapped her chin. "Is that necessarily a bad thing?"

The white mousse ears perked up, "Whatcha mean, Charlie-girl?"

"I mean that…" She tried to choose her words carefully, "That she has gone through so much; I think she deserves a little spoiling… And Modo's the one to do it."

Throttle raised a brow, and looked down the hallway, "Ya know what? I think you gotta point there…"

"As lovely as this Dr. Phil moment is, can I go to sleep now?" Vinnie broke in, his voice a few octaves short of a whine. "That little demon takes a lot outta ya."

Nodding his head, the tan mouse headed towards his room. "Vincent's right…It's still pretty early. G'night you two. And Vinnie..?"

"Yeah?"

"Hands to yourself."

"Aw man!"

Back in Modo's room, he had placed her bag near his bed, and was stretched out much like he had been before. Arms behind his head served as a pillow to him, and the little girl next to him. Many a night had his niece and nephew had a bad dream and snuck into his bed. It was so familiar, yet strangely different.

Primer and Rimfire used to sleep on each side of him, facing away.

Motor Mouth was a complete and total bed hog.

She had her head on what arm she could get to, legs sprawled everywhere. One arm was slung, traveling up his side, as it was too short to reach his chest. Her other hand was hanging off the edge of the bed. Her hair was constantly in his face, and she snored loudly for such a little thing.

He wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Heh…G'night, Lil Mouth.." He smirked, looking down at her affectionately before closing his eye.

A half-asleep mumble; barely audible breathed through her lips "M'nigh..Unca…Modo…"


The motorcycle's roar died down, as the figure stopped in front of the Last Chance Garage. This was the place…Hopefully; Motor Mouth was still in that building.

After peeking through the windows, it was clear that no one was there. Ah well. When one needed a key, yet didn't have one, one found another way in. The figure took out a pick set, and went to work on the Garage door. With a soft click, it was open.

"Wow. This chick needs a better security system…" the voice held clear amusement.

Rolling the motorcycle into the garage, the figure looked around. "Hm. Don't look like anyone's here…S'pecially that hot mechanic chick. Ah well…Time to play…"

The figure pulled up a chair, turned it around, and faced the garage. They'd probably stay their all night, and shrugged it off.

"Mouse Trap…"