Disclaimer: I don't own any of the original BMFM characters, but Vikky is my OC.
Sorry, this one took so long, my muse is coming very slowly. But I'm glad that I got it done before Christmas! We get to see a bit more about how close Victoria and Modo have genuinely gotten. I hope you guys like it and have a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and a Happy New Year.
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Chapter 6: Healing
It had been nearly a week since the refinery explosion; almost a week since Vikky had opened her eyes. The bros were starting to worry. Her fur had shielded most of the flames from her skin, so at least she wouldn't have any burn scars. Yet even with her helmet, the blow she took when she hit the ground cracked the surface and shattered the visor. Her left arm was broken, several of her ribs were fractured, and her right leg had nearly been shattered. Charley had to work overtime on Velocity after that night. The bike had taken most of the blast, and when they had landed, it was the weight of Velocity that had practically shattered her leg. It could have been a lot worse. She could be dead, and she would have if it hadn't been for the Biker Mice.
If it hadn't been for Modo.
The large grey mouse had been fighting with Vinnie for first place on the worrying scale. While all of the bros took turns watching over their little sister, these two mice were the hardest to remove from the chair next to the makeshift recovery bed Charley helped them set up at the shop.
Tonight was such a night. It was nearing midnight, and it was time for Vinnie to return to his hammock and for Modo to take over.
"C'mon sis," the older van Wham pleaded as he took the hand of her broken arm. His mind was too clouded with his stress caused exhaustion to realize it, though. "We just got you back Vik, after eight years of surviving, you're going to just quit on us? That's not how the van Whams roll, and you know it," Vinnie wasn't able to finish his drowsy speech when a sizeable metal hand rested on his shoulder.
"She ain't quitin' Vinnie, she'll come back to us," Modo stated. Although sleep was in his voice, he felt confident in his words. Vinnie just looked back to his sister, still sleeping like neither of them were there. "C'mon bro, time for you to get some sleep. I'll watch over her; you know I will," he offered the usual that he always did. Luckily the words hadn't lost their touch for convincing his younger bro to leave Vikky's bedside. The white mouse slowly stood and let Modo take his place.
"Night, Modo, wake us up if anything changes."
"I will, night Vinnie." With that, the white mouse sluggishly walked over to his red racer and headed for the scoreboard. Modo took up the post next to Vikky and rested his elbows on his knees as he folded his hands together.
"Hey, Kiki." He quietly greeted as he reached his mechanical arm out to move a nonexistent stray hair from her face. For the past few nights, he had watched over her, wishing his hardest that she would wake up and be ok. Modo could see her eyes moving rather quickly under her eyelids, and her hands would sometimes grip the sheets, letting him know that she was dreaming. That was good, at least, that meant that her brain was still active. But she didn't react to outside actions, like someone touching her face.
"He's not wrong, Kiki," the grey mouse said, scooting his seat closer to the bed so that he could rest his elbows on it. "We did just get you back, and we do not want to lose you." He paused, feeling his heart pull towards her painfully as the picture of the rocket closing in on her flashed across his mind's eye. "I'm sorry, Kiki," Modo sighed as he sobbed slightly, tears burning his eye. Hiding his face in his hands, the big guy shook his head and let a few tears escape him. "I should've just left you at the gate, should've stayed closer to you, should've... kept you safe." The mouse sobbed his 'should haves' while his shoulders shook and threatened to shake the bed as well. "I'm so sorry."
Flashback
Karbunkle had finished giving Vikky her punishment lashes a couple of hours ago, and now she was resting and trying to hone in on her regeneration skills. It was a little trick Stoker had taught her a while back. By focusing on her heartbeat and visualizing her wounds healing, she had learned how to make herself heal faster than most. It still took time for her more serious injuries, but it came in handy. But something broke her concentration. It was a voice she knew far too well.
"Hey, Kiki."
Vikky opened her eyes and looked frantically around, but he wasn't there. Why? Why wasn't he here to save her? Why hadn't he and the bros come for her?
"I'm so sorry."
His voice came again, and those words hit home. They echoed inside her mind, much louder than the scolding of Karbunkle as he delivered each lash from her very own whip.
At that moment, she remembered that she wasn't really in the monster's laboratory. She had escaped, and she was with the bros. Her eyes flashed open to complete darkness as the shackles disappeared, and she fell to her knees. Her wounds were gone, as was the pain. Looking about herself flashes of the fight at the refinery flicked across her vision. Karbunkle, the goons being taken down, then the deranged doctor with a rocket. After that, there was an explosion and a searing heat that scorched her fur. When she remembered how hard her head had hit the ground, she cringed and tried to move her hands, but her left hand wouldn't budge.
Looking at it, Vikky tried again to move her arm, only to let out a whimper as a distinct sharp pain, like it was broken shot through her arm.
Hearing Vikky's whimper brought Modo back to his surroundings, and he saw the pain in her face when her bad arm tried to move. "Kiki?" He called to her softly as his large flesh hand reached out to her and rested lightly on her cheek.
"Kiki?" There his voice was again. Forgetting about her arm, Victoria looked around looking for him. "Modo?!" She called out to him. "Modo!" A sudden pain went through her forehead as she fell back onto the black floor.
"Modo." She said weakly as the male Martian mouse jumped up from his chair, his breath hitching in his throat.
"C'mon Kiki, c'mon. Open your eyes, please," his voice was hushed and pleading as he stroked her cheek, receiving a soft groan from her as her eyes slowly fluttered open. They were darting rapidly all over the room, not truly focusing on anything as her breathing started to become shallower as the battle flashed again in her mind's eyes. Modo caught the changes in her demeanor and rested both of his hands on her cheeks to bring her attention to something she knew. "Hey, hey. Kiki, it's ok." Her pink eyes met his, and she reached her good hand up to him.
"Modo?"
"Hey, girl."
"What happened, where am I?" Vikky asked as her hand rested on his armored shoulder she was trembling slightly.
"Your safe at the garage." He reassured her as his metal arm lightly stroked her left cheek. She didn't cringe away from him, only leaned into his hand without really even thinking. When she did realize what was going on, not even her fur could hide the pink of her blush. She didn't know what was going threw her mind but, suddenly, she couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss this mouse. They had known each other for years, and recently she had just been noticing the little things about him; how he spoke about different things, his gentle nature. The way his muscles seemed to ripple with his every move, even his mechanical arm caught her fascination, and not because it was a metal arm.
Modo saw it, and lucky for him, his fur was dark enough to hide his blush. His metal fingers didn't stop what they were doing as they made tiny little circles in her cheek fur. Little did he know that he was leaning closer to the female mouse with silver hair. He had been noticing things about her as well. The challenging and adventurous look in her eyes. The grace that she had when she practiced her whip combos. But also, even though she put on a brave demeanor, the pain she felt could still be seen in her slumped shoulders.
Vikky wasn't fighting it. She only ran her hand from his shoulder to his cheek. Victoria wanted him to kiss her, and gods did she want to kiss him. Modo didn't need any further encouragement as he closed his eyes and softly placed his lips over hers. It didn't stay gentle long as Vikky moaned into his kiss, only casting fuel into the burning fire. He wanted her, had always wanted her. It had only taken him so long to realize it for himself. What about her, though? Did she feel the same? Sure they were kissing, but this could've just been the aftermath of the adrenaline shock not ten minutes ago.
Vikky could feel the hesitation in his kiss as the worries went through his mind. Reluctantly, she broke the kiss and looked into his eye while lightly stroking his cheek. When he looked into her eyes, he saw the want and confusion in them. But something else as well. He didn't dare dream or even consider what he thought he saw, but it was pointless to try and deny it as his fears continued to vanish. She wanted him as much as he wished to have her. Claiming her lips again, he wasn't going to refuse her.
She loved his lips on hers, and she didn't want him ever to pull away. Especially when she felt his tongue lightly lick her bottom lip, asking permission, and she gladly opened for him. Their tongues danced as one tried to dominate the other. Vikky wasn't one to give in so quickly, but she figured that if it were Modo, she wouldn't have any problem with it. That didn't mean that she wasn't going to have some fun, though. Now and then, Vikky would give him some ground, but would soon take it back. A deep growl followed by a moan made it clear that Modo was in a love/hate relationship with what she was doing. His restraint was little to none as he finally took full control of the kiss and pressed her head firmly against the pillow to where she couldn't escape. Modo's only reply was a pleasure-filled moan and feeling her grip the back of his head.
But as he went to wrap his arms around her, she cried out in pain. That brought him out of his lust-filled passion. In the cloud of their desires, he had forgotten that she was half broken. Guilt clenched his heart as he jumped up from the edge of the bed that he had moved to. "Sorry, I'm so sorry, Kiki. I didn't mean to ..." He stopped when Vikky raised her hand and reached out to him a look of understanding in her eyes. He took her unharmed hand between his and took a seat on the chair beside the bed.
"It's ok, Modo, we both got carried away. We just have to wait till I've finished healing." Her voice was coarse and harsh from both the pain and her remaining desire from the kiss. She had seen the same passion and want in his eye, perhaps even a glimpse of something else.
"Indeed, Kiki," Modo leaned closer to her and planted a much softer kiss on her forehead before standing.
"Where are you going?" She asked him, feeling a slight tingle run from her forehead to settle in her belly.
"To call the bros, they said to inform them when you woke up." The grey mouse said lightly, brushing back a stray hair. "I'll be right back." With that, he walked out of her room, to where his bike was parked to wake up Vinnie and Throttle.
