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Chapter 7: Old Flames
"Just... a little... further..."
"Victoria! What are you doing?!" Throttle's stern voice rang out as he rushed over to the bed, where Vikky was currently trying to maneuver into a wheelchair on her own.
"What does it look like, 'Commander'?! I'm trying to get out of this god's forsaken bed," the bored van Wham growled, not pausing in her efforts.
"It's only been two weeks, and you still think that you can run before you can even walk," Throttle growled. "How many times do we have to tell you, 'you're not ready yet'?" The tan mouse scolded as he grabbed her right arm and tried to pull her back onto the bed. But Vikky was having none of it and yanked away.
"It's called, I'm tired of just laying around. Besides, my ribs are fine, and my arm might as well be completely healed."
"But, your leg isn't."
"Hence the wheelchair, smart one," Vikky sneered. Her patience was growing thin, as was Throttle's. He couldn't understand how she could be so damn stubborn, even when she was half broken. Yet, at the same time, he wasn't surprised. Vinnie was just the same; he couldn't stay still unless he was knocked out cold. That had been proven when they had to take on the Road Ravens not that long ago. But Vikky didn't only get a broken arm, and Vinnie hadn't nearly been blown to kingdom come. So he wasn't having any of her resistance in the matter.
"That doesn't make any difference Vik. You're staying in bed till your leg heals. That's final," Throttle snapped and pulled the wheelchair away just as he practically threw her back onto the bed.
"What the heck Throttle, when Modo broke his leg, that didn't stop you from letting him ride Lil Darlin', what makes this so damn different?!"
"Plenty, but we're not having this argument again!" He growled as he pinned her by her shoulders down on the bed. Even with his shades on, Vikky could feel his eyes throw daggers at her. "Now, you are going to stay in this bed till you can move around without a wheelchair. Understood!" The tan mouse continued to growl at the pinned mouse under him. Vikky would never admit what his actions were causing in her. She didn't want to feel them or even acknowledge them. He was a taken man, and she had lost her chance a long time ago. To get him off of her, Vikky only nodded her head. But he hesitated.
However, Vikky remembered what had happened between her and Modo, and she cared too much for the grey mouse to let Throttle do something stupid. "Alright, Throttle, now let go of me!" She growled back. He did as she asked and stood upright before leaving without another word. Covering her eyes with her right arm, she let out a heavy sigh wishing that Modo was with her instead of that damn Commander with his smooth voice and warm hands. Vikky groaned at the images that came to her mind. So she pulled the pillow from under her head to hide her face. Vikky was going crazy just laying in this bed with nothing to do but think. She needed to ride her bike. Charley had reported that Velocity was fully repaired and ready to go last week, but thanks to Throttle, neither Velocity or Victoria could go out like they wanted.
"Everything alright?" A familiar deep voice reached her ears, causing a smile to reach her lips.
"Throttle is being an ass again." Vikky tried to say threw the pillow, but it came out muffled to the grey mouse's ears. So he walked over to her and removed the mass of fluff and kissed her forehead as he replaced it. She looked up at him with one of her playful smiles.
"Now, what was that you were saying, Kiki?" Modo asked as he sat up lightly, holding her left hand. He knew she was aggravated with their leader, as was notable from Throttle's mumbling in the garage, and the comment he gave, 'You try and talk some sense into her, at least she partially listens to you.' Modo had assumed that he had been talking about Vikky. She did have a temper, came with the van Wham family.
"I need to go for a ride." She lied, partially as she sat up as best she could. "But our wonderful Commander has me on bed rest till my arm and leg finish healing. Although I remember Charlie telling me about the time you and Vinnie still went riding with broken limbs." Vikky said matter-of-factly.
Modo leaned his head back and groaned slightly. Leave it to Charley to give Vikky ammunition against them. "Look, Vikky, neither of us got hit by a rocket. You did, and we almost lost you." Modo had a way of saying minimal but saying everything right to get her to calm down.
Letting out a heavy sigh Vikky reached up and rested a hand on his cheek. "Fine, Modo, I'll stay put till my leg heals fully. But don't expect me to remain silent about it." At that, Modo chuckled and leaned closer to kiss her. Vikky met him halfway, and with the flame close to the powder keg, she proceeded to tease him at least till they heard Vinnie coming closer to the room.
Meanwhile
A Martian thunder pipe was orbiting the planet, trying to pinpoint the signal from a Martian AI that he believed to have been destroyed long ago. The pilot of the ship was in his quarters, staring at an old picture from when he was a kid. In the photo were four mice, all of them around the same age. But next to the halfbreed with rat grey and light tan slightly strewn through, was a little white mouse with a smile and grease on her face. The pilot's half furred tail flicked slightly at the memory of the picture. It seemed like forever ago that he had seen Victoria. Especially after she was taken, because he couldn't keep his promise to keep her safe.
But now her bike had ended up on Earth. After ten years. He could only hope that she wasn't under the same control as she had been during the Battle of Brimstone. He hoped she had found the bros or at least a safe place to hide. When a crew member knocked on his door, the Martian tucked the picture back into his vest and admitted them to enter.
"We found it, sir. The city of Chicago, Illinois."
He didn't wait for the rest of the crewman's report as he left his private quarters and headed to the garage where his chopper waited for him. It revved to life at the site of its rider looking so determined. "C'mon boy, time to find an old flame, and see if we can't bring it back to life." He said more to himself as he slipped on his helmet and informed his men to prepare for launch.
Back at the Last Chance
Vikky was quick to regain herself before her brother rounded the corner to her room.
"Modo c'mon, Limburger's up to something and Throttle wants all of us there. Except for you, Vik, you're on bed rest." the older van Wham said before disappearing again. Modo gave her one more kiss before getting up and following his bro, leaving Vikky alone and bored. So, with nothing better to do, she laid flat on the bed and started focusing on her regeneration to try and heal before too late at night. And it worked.
By the time the real fighting got started, which was late into the afternoon near sunset, her leg was no more than bruised. Same with her arm. "Finally." She sighed and moved to stand. But she hesitated. Her legs felt heavy, and her arm was still sore. Letting out a deep breath Vikky calmed herself and pushed off the mattress, wavering slightly, but regaining her balance soon after as she headed towards the garage where her bike sat waiting. When Vikky rounded the corner, Velocity beeped, first questioning then happily.
"Hey girl, ready to ride?" Vikky didn't need any more clarification as the AI reared in excitement. She was just as bored as her rider. "Then let's go see what the bros are up to shall we." Fred was stepping down the stairs with Charley just as Vikky peeled out of the garage.
"Yay, Victoria is finally better!" the little mutant cheered as he purposely jumped, more like fell, down the stairs, only serving to make Charley roll her eyes.
"Stay safe, Vik," She worriedly whispered as she returned to the truck she had been working on.
It didn't take Vikky long to find the bros. They had started the fun without her, as usual, and we're already kicking some serious tail when she jumped a ditch and joined in.
"Vikky?!" Throttle was the first to see her. "I said you were on bed rest,"
"Until my leg was better. Well, guess what? It is!" The white mouse cut him off before popping a wheelie. Vikky made her point when she took out two thugs by standing on her bike and spin kicking them. She landed back on her bike and sped off into more goons that Modo and Vinnie were fighting.
"Hey, it's dat lady mouse. I daught we vaporized her." Grease Pit stated rather idiotically as he tried to run them down.
"Don't you know Oil Slick, the van Whams don't go down so easily! Never have," Vikky said with a wide grin plastered on her face.
"And never will!" Vinnie chimed in with his sister as the same grin crossed his face.
"Van Wham number three special?" Vikky asked her brother, although she could already predict his answer.
"Sister, you are playing my song. Ahahaha, ow!" He gave his predicted answer and then sped off towards Grease Pit.
"Let's see," Vikky started.
"One bad guy," Vinnie listed.
"Check."
"Two van Whams with explosives,"
Vinnie and Vikky struck their flares and even added a grenade each. "Check."
"Mix it all, and you get," they dropped the explosives in Grease Pit's hog while Vikky wrapped her tail around the handles and spun it. "A fat greasy cake of fireworks." she finished as her and Vinnie high fived.
Throttle wasn't happy, though. He and Modo were watching as the remaining goons turned tail and ran back to Limburger. He had given her an order, and she had disobeyed him. He had had enough. Modo could sense his bro's anger, but he couldn't find the right words to say to calm him before the siblings rode over in a ruckus of laughter and rock-n-roll. Their laughter died when they saw Throttle's face.
Vikky was quick not to help the situation. "Oh come one Throttle, I followed your orders and stayed in bed till my leg healed. Then Velocity and I came to join the fun."
"That's not the point, Victoria!" The tan mouse snarled. His tone only made Vikky bring up her walls even higher, luckily Modo spoke up.
"Here isn't the place, bro. You two can deal with this back at the garage." Both the tan and the white mice were glaring at each other till Vikky clicked on her visor and sped away, fuming. The bros were quick to follow, with Throttle at the head. For Charley, it was like the first time Vikky had showed up. The tension was high, and Throttle was about ready to burst.
Vikky was the first to dismount her bike and head for the privacy of her room. The Commander made sure to close the door behind him before he started to rant. "You've been second-guessing me and disrespecting me since you got back!"
"How do I disrespect you? I've followed your orders and your lead, just like the guys. What the HELL makes me so different fro..." She wasn't able to finish when the tan mouse grabbed her flailing hands and crashed his lips onto hers. Almost immediately, Vikky's cheeks became bright red, and her eyes as wide as saucers. Throttle ended up backing her against the adjacent wall with her arms pinned over her head.
"This is what makes you different, Kiki," he said against her neck. But that was his first and last mistake. As soon as Throttle called her Modo's pet name, Vikky snapped out of the shock. Her body went rigid, and her tail wrapped around his leg and pulled him away before he could kiss her again. She didn't even look at him when her knuckle glove made contact with his left cheek.
"Don't, ever, call me that, again." her voice was dripping venom when the rumble of a familiar hog echoed threw the garage. Turning her icy glare to Throttle, she sent him daggers with her eyes that said they weren't finished as she left the room.
What, and who, she saw wasn't who she expected ever to see again. There in the garage was a golden chopper with black details. Its rider wasn't as flashy but could still get the attention of every woman in a Martian bar. He had rat grey fur with a slight dusting of mouse-brown in it. His tail was half furred from the base, and naked to the tip. There was only one Martian halfling that all four mice knew. When the rider pulled off his helmet, he confirmed it. Bright blue eyes set into a mostly mouse-brown face with a slightly longer than average snout.
"Jesse!" Vikky seemed to sob as the Martian dismounted his chopper and accepted her hug.
"It's good to see you too, Snow," Jesse said as he hugged her tighter.
