Disclaimer: I do not own any of the BMFM Characters. I only own Victoria. I'm always open to helpful critiquing comments. This is my first story published on Fanfic, so I hope you guys like it.


Chapter 1: Reunited

The bros were making their usual rounds around Chicago, making sure that Limburger and his goons weren't up to anything. Like; kidnapping the mayor, again, or stealing the Earth's water. It was the middle of summer, so most of the public was at work while the kids swam at the local pools or Lake Michigan. The roar of three bikes broke the silence along with heavy rock-n-roll.

"Man, it's hot. I'm not surprised that old stink-fish hasn't tried anything today. His goons would pass out from heatstroke before they even got started," Vinnie stated when they stopped at a red light.

"I hear you, Vin-man. Let's get back to Charley and call it a day. Limburger seems to be giving us a break for once," Throttle said.

"Alright! Cold rootbeer and some dogs on a nice summer day," Vinnie cheered.

But, just as they made to turn their bikes around, another bike sped past the. Grease Pit and his goons soon followed.

"Get back here!" The oversized oil pan yelled at the biker in blue. "You can't steal from Mr. Limburger, and get away with it!" By now, the bros were in hot pursuit of the grease pack.

"So much for a quiet day," Modo had to chime in as he came between two buggies and knocked out the drivers. Throttle and Vinnie were making their way to Grease Pit when the mystery biker made a hard right towards an unfinished bridge.

"I got you now," Grease Face mumbled to himself as he pulled out a rather large cannon and took aim at his quarry. However, he was interrupted by Throttle's nuke-knucks hitting the weapon out of his hands.

"Not today, Oil Slick," The tan mouse said a slight growl in his voice.

"Throttle, high jump, dead ahead!" Vinnie announced, pointing in the direction of the strange biker. With the biker's back to them, all three mice could see a whitetail blowing behind the stranger. Mystery mouse kicked it into high gear as the bridge got closer. "C'mon bros; we can't let them break our record jump," the hot-shot mouse laughed as he did a wheelie after the newcomer. Modo and Throttle just shrugged their shoulders before they shot out Grease Pit's tires and sped up to catch the two white mice.

"No way are you gonna make this jump, sweetheart," Vin tried to psych out his rival. The blue biker didn't let up and only pushed their racer to go faster. They reached the arch of the bridge, and all four mice went flying. About halfway over the gap, Vinnie hit his rockets a whole second after the other mouse. And it gave them the boost they needed.

"Aww, man!" Vinnie cried out in disappointment as the blue biker landed first and skidded to a halt with a profile view of their bike. As soon as the other bros landed, Vin looked at the stranger and could feel hard eyes staring at him threw the helmet. The hot-shot mouse could just make out the slight curves of a woman under the biker jacket and immediately turned on his flirting eyes.

"Like what you see, sweetheart? I know I'm so easy on the eyes that it's hard not to stare," Vinnie stated in his smoothest voice, but he still got no reply from the biker chic.

"I don't think she likes your lines, Lil bro," Modo chuckled from behind Mr. Big Shot.

"Wouldn't be the first time," Throttle laughed as all three mice removed their helmets. "Anyway, what were Limburger's goons doing on your tail? What exactly did you take?" The lead mouse asked serious again.

"Not here," was the only reply that they got from the mystery mouse. Strangely, the voice sounded familiar. The bros exchanged a look, and when Vin looked back, his eyes caught a glimpse of a bandanna peaking out from under the jacket and helmet.

"We know a safe place. But, before we go anywhere, who are you?" The white mouse asked surprisingly mature and severe. There was only one other mouse he knew that wore a burgundy bandanna like him.

"I'm surprised at you, Vinnie. Normally you wouldn't be this defensive," the feminine voice stated with a smile detectable in its tone. When she reached up to her helmet, all of the bros held their breath. As the safety equipment came off, Vinnie's heart nearly stopped. A female mouse with white fur and short, almost silver, hair met their gaze, her eyes identical to the youngest bro. "Hi guys," she said tentatively.

Victoria van Wham.

All of them just sat there, staring at each other, for nearly five minutes, before the siblings dismounted their bikes and embraced in a tight bear hug, Vinnie was trembling, same as Tori. Both were holding back the tears that wanted to fall.

"Vikky? How... Where..." Modo couldn't finish his question after Vinnie released his little sister. Back on Mars, the Plutarkians had attacked her squad, but they never found her body.

"Questions later, big guy, right now, we gotta move," Throttle pointed out as the sound of a helicopter could be heard. The van Whams got back on their bikes and headed for the Last Chance before they were spotted. No doubt there were going to be many, many questions.


The four mice managed to get back to Charley at the garage, but the atmosphere was anything but relaxed. "Hey guys, I heard that someone managed to steal something from Limburger today. Wouldn't happen to be a..." Charley cut herself off when she saw the extra mouse behind the bros. She did a double-take between Vinnie and the new mouse-et.

"Nope, it wasn't us, Charley ma'am," Modo shrugged. "We were just making our patrols,"

"When Grease Pig and his goons chased me right past them," Vikky stepped up and extending her hand to the human mechanic. "I'm Vikky van Wham by the way. And yes, me and Vincent are related. Biggest pain in the tail even as a kid," Vikky stated, chuckling slightly to try and ease the tension in the air. Throttle hadn't said a word. He had gotten off his bike and got himself a rootbeer. Vinnie was trying to hide his blush when his little sister and Charley laughed about his baby picture.

"Victoria," Throttle's voice was cold, which was unusual for him when talking with his friends. Was he happy that she was back? Of course, but he still remembered the fighting on Mars, and what it did to many of his fellow Freedom Fighters. "What did you steal from the Big Cheese that was so important that he sent his goons after you?" He asked, noticing the bag on her back. Vikky met his gaze, turning to face him fully.

"What I 'stole,' was my equipment from the monster Karbunkle after I escaped from my cell." She said as a flash memory of the tortures going threw her mind. "And, maybe a little extra," Tori added, pulling the bag from her back and putting it on the table. From inside, they heard a 'woohoo,' and it wiggled slightly. Opening the bag revealed the freak creature of Karbunkle's creation.

Fred.