Welcome one, welcome all!

Big thank you for all your kind words and that many of you are curious about how things will go down between Throttle and Stoker regarding Izzy.

As an answer to Newbie's review (I hope you read this) regarding Carbine: She was mentioned a few times (very shortly though) by Throttle in a few of the earlier chapters. Technically they are together, but in chapter 9 Throttle mentions that the two of them haven't talked in a very long time. So, more of that will most be mentioned most certainly.

I'd also like to thank you, Newbie, for saying the story is making you form a head canon version of this world. That made me feel incredibly honoured :3

Hope all of you readers will enjoy this new chapter.

The Last Chance Garage

Izzy watched as Stoker rode off into the he was out of sight she stepped back and leaned against her car door. She wondered what it was exactly that made the Martian mouse rush off like that. Unfortunately she hadn't been able to pick up on his conversation at all, not even when she arrived outside and found him talking to Vinnie's bike.

Stoker said it had been Modo calling him from the scoreboard and when she asked if something was wrong, he didn't deny it. Though he kept what was going on to himself. He did mention that it wasn't something he couldn't handle. Still, Izzy couldn't help but feel worried. As if he wasn't telling her the complete truth on purpose.

She took a deep breath and raised her hand towards her lips, tracing them gently with her fingers. Stoker had kissed her. Kissed her tenderly and she hadn't stopped him. The moment he cupped her face, she knew what he wanted to do. It was written all over him, but most of all in his burgundy eyes. She never let anyone come that close. Not since Sam's death. But with Stoker,-

She could have put a stop to it, but she hadn't and now she asked herself why she had let him. Something as simple as, caught up in the moment? Stoker made her feel safe. He was always there and he knew things about her that nobody else knew. His touch had been so warm and gentle.

But she didn't understand why he would kiss her. She had yelled at him. Disagreed with him on numerous occasions. She couldn't even put a number on the amount of times she'd hit him just now.

Perhaps that was why he'd held her face and captured her mouth. To stop her irrational behaviour or maybe he felt sorry for her. Whatever his reasoning was, he had managed to catch her off guard, that did not happen very often. He was a charmer, even Charley had say so. What was she suppose to do now? Izzy dropped her hand and closed her eyes.

Unfortunately she didn't get any time to focus on her thoughts or feelings as a loud telephone ring came from the workplace. It was probably a customer calling for Charley. Izzy did not feel like answering, but she knew her sister-in-law would kick her ass if she didn't. Reluctantly she ran towards the telephone and picked it up.

"Last Chance Garage." She said into the handset.

"Good morning, I am looking for Mrs Davidson?" A male voice answered from the other side.

"Miss Davidson is out at the moment, but she's bound to return shortly. Might I take message?"

The voice chuckled for a second. "No, I am not looking for a miss Davidson. I am looking for Mrs Davidson."

Izzy furrowed her brow. That was odd to say the least. "I'm sorry?"

The line went silent for a second, until a loud sigh was heard. "You're still no fun at all, Mrs Davidson. After all we've been through thanks to Sam, I honestly thought you'd have loosen up by now."

She was this close to dropping the phone onto the floor as the caller mentioned her dead husband. A lump formed in Izzy's throat and she suddenly felt incredibly hot, feverish almost.

"Who is this?" She asked clutching the handset tightly.

"Come now, have you already forgotten what I sound like? I'm hurt."

Izzy's eyes widened as she pressed her hand against the wall for support. "Charles Morden,-" She gasped.

"Good girl!" Morden exclaimed.

Her heart pounded in her throat as the laughter of Morden's voice filled her head. Why was he calling her? At Charley's garage of all places. How did he know she was there? Immediately she thought back to Stoker's words which he'd repeated more than once. You honestly don't think this Morden does not know about Charley?

"Hello, Isabel? Are you still there?"

"What do you want,-" Izzy replied as her breathing hitched.

"What I always want. Just to have a chat. After all, we haven't talked in ages."

A chat? She could not believe what she was hearing. He wanted to have a chat. When it came to Morden, a chat was never just a chat. She earned that the hard way. Izzy gathered her courage and pushed herself away from the wall, standing tall as she tilted her head back.

"There is nothing to talk about. There is no business between us. I paid Sam's debt. You told me that everything was done and settled."

"Come now, after everything that has happened, you would deny just one final conversation between us?" Morden asked politely, but Izzy knew it was anything but politeness the man showed.

She had to tell him off. But worse of all, this also meant she was going to have to tell Charley everything. Knowing Morden he wasn't going to just accept her refusal and it was clear that he knew about her sister-in-law. It was a good thing that Izzy had picked up when she did instead of Charley.

"I have nothing to discuss with you. Goodbye, Mr Morden." She said firmly to him, though her hands were shaking as she spoke.

Morden exhaled deeply. "Alas, I tried. I'll let Miss Davidson know you denied my request to talk in her stead,-" A pause fell.

"In her stead?" Izzy whispered into the phone.

Outside the faint sound of a motorcycle roared. For a second the woman averted her gaze to look at a dark and moving silhouette in the distance, but whoever it was didn't register with her. There was only one thing her mind could focus on and those were the words coming from Morden.

"What are you talking about?" She asked him softly.

"Charlene Davidson? Did I not mention she's here with me?" The smirk on Morden's face shone through.

Izzy blinked, her vision clouded. "Charley?"

The loud engine of the approaching motorcycle came to a stop in front of the Last Chance Garage. The owner of the bike stood up and removed his helmet as he entered the workplace. Throttle stared at Izzy standing next to the telephone. Her face pale and her body shaking. He dropped his helmet and ran over to her.

"You know where to find me, Mrs Davidson." Morden said and the line went dead.

The tanned mouse had no idea what was going on. He'd seen Vinnie's bike on his radar leaving the garage about a minute ago, yet something told him to double check the area to make sure everything was alright. But he hadn't expected to find this. He grabbed Izzy's arm and took the phone out of her hands, not even bothering to check if there was still somebody on the other side. He looked at her, but she seemed completely oblivious to him standing there.

"Izzy?" He shook her gently, finally she blinked and turned her head to him.

"What happened?" Throttle asked worryingly.

"He has her." Izzy croaked as a tear fell from one of her eyes. "He has Charley."

Somewhere in Chicago

Modo rode as fast as he could, probably faster than he'd ever done before in his life. When Vinnie burst into the bedroom yelling frantically that something had happened to Charley, the tall grey mouse almost had a heart attack. After forcing Vinnie to tell him everything about the radio transmission, the two of them rushed off to his bike and left the scoreboard without hesitation.

They were awfully lucky there was a tracking device on Charley's truck, meaning it didn't take long at all to find the location of the vehicle on his radar. In the meantime they had also managed to contact Stoker, who did not hesitate for one second when they asked for his help. Whatever was going on, the four of them would surely be able to get Charley back. Safe and sound, as they always did.

Though Modo felt uncomfortable about the whole thing. Who had taken her and why did it seem as though Vinnie knew more about it then what he was letting on?

"You have no idea why this is happening?" He asked the white mouse again.

Vinnie placed one of his hands on Modo's shoulder. "I don't know why, but I have an idea who it could be."

The other mouse shook his head. "It can't be big ol' fish."

Lawrence Limburger was still on Earth, though his business dealing were hardly ever with the Martian mice. Nonetheless, they kept the Plutarkian in check. Thwarting every plan the fish had when it came to obtaining resources for Plutark. Mars was almost destroyed by that race and they weren't going to let Earth suffer the same fate. It was because of Charley they'd come to care for the planet as much as they did.

"It's not Limburger. Whoever this person turns out to be, he will be sorry for crossing the biker mice from Mars!" Vinnie exclaimed loudly.

"And especially me." Modo replied through gritted teeth.

If there was one thing the big mouse planned on doing after all of this was over, it was to tell Charley how he felt about her. Even though he had no idea what was currently going on or how bad the situation was, it made him realize that every moment was precious. To think he might not get a chance to tell his friend how he truly felt about her, haunted his mind.

Modo's eyes moved towards one of his side mirrors, giving him a clear view of the white mouse behind him. He hadn't forgotten about his bro. The two of them never really addressed matters of the heart. Up until now they never had to, but it was obvious the person who both of them were longing for was one and the same. Somehow he felt obligated to talk with Vinnie about it. Even though neither of them were officially with Charley, it felt like the right thing to do.

But when would be the right time? After saving the woman he cared for or now, considering the two of them were alone without any means of escape? Would Vinnie actually back down from pursuing Charley if Modo told him about his feelings for the female mechanic? Or would he suggest to share her?

Modo didn't even know if Vinnie was polygamous. He wasn't even sure if he himself was. Modo had been a soldier for most of his adult life, there had never been a situation like this before. Back on Mars Vinnie and Stoker went after Harley, so he automatically backed off. Throttle had Carbine, someone Modo admired but never felt attracted to.

There was a severe lack of women on Mars. Even before the Plutarkian war. Which made sharing a woman a common thing amongst certain subspecies of mice. But this was different.

First of all Modo was in love with an Earthling and he wasn't sure how accurate those James Bomb movies were. That man had a different woman in every movie. That was a concept Modo never saw before in his life.

"Hey, Modo, keep your eyes on the radar, man. They took a left turn a few blocks from here." Vinnie slapped him on his arm.

"Right."

"You okay, big guy? I understand that you're worried, but it's nothing we haven't faced before."

Modo huffed. "Easy for you to say."

Vinnie retracted his hand slowly and a quiet spell fell over the mice, only the roaring sound of the motorcycle emitted around them. After a couple of seconds Modo let out a deep sigh. He had to say something. How was he suppose to focus on saving Charley if these thoughts were eating him up from the inside. The grey mouse gathered all of his courage and opened his mouth.

"I,- I think I'm in love with Charley."

He knew Vinnie heard him, he didn't have to look in the side mirror to see his reaction. Modo could feel him tense up behind him. Thankfully it didn't take long for his bro to reply.

"Think?"

Modo shook his head. That had been a wrong choice of words. He knew. He knew very well.

"I'm in love with her." He repeated.

This time the white mouse stayed quiet a little longer, but eventually he opened his mouth. "I know." He replied softly.

Modo's eyes widened and he stole a quick glance over his shoulder. "You do?"

The younger mouse leaned back a bit. "I've suspected it for a while."

Suddenly Modo hit the brakes, causing Vinnie to almost lose his balance on the back of Lil' Hoss. "Whoa, what the heck, Modo!"

But Modo motioned for him to be quiet and pointed at something in the distance. He'd been so caught up in his declaration that he hadn't noticed that the moving dot on his radar had stopped. They'd found it. There at the end of the street stood Charley's car. They could even spot the mattress still secured in the back of it.

They went closer, quietly as to not alert anybody. But it was clear that Charley was no longer in the driver's seat. Vinnie got off the motorcycle and opened the door, sniffing the inside for any clues. He then slammed it shut, his expression filled with rage. "Somebody else drove the car."

The grey mouse clenched his fists and looked around the area. The location where they currently were, was anything but deserted. There were houses and shops. A lively neighbourhood for all intents and purposes. Could Charley really be taken here? It seemed unlikely. But her truck was here. Where else could she be?

"What do we do now?" He asked turning back to Vinnie who let out a frustrated sigh.

"Let's contact Throttle and Stoker, they must have met up by now. Wait, I think I see them!" He suddenly exclaimed as he saw a familiar vehicle heading their way.

However, it turned out to only be one person. Stoker, on Vinnie's motorcycle. The former freedom fighter pulled up next to them and opened his visor. "Hiya, boys. I see you found the car. Any sign of Charley or the goons who took her?"

Modo shook his head. "Nothing, truck's empty and there's no sign of where they could have taken her."

"You fellows used your noses?" Stoker asked as he climbed off the bike.

"Somebody aside from Charley was in there, but to be honest I have no idea how long this person has been gone. We only just arrived." Vinnie explained. Then he cocked his head and glanced over Stoker's shoulder. "Weren't you suppose to meet up with Throttle?"

The Last Chance Garage

The tanned mouse tried to ignore the scent coming from the woman in front of him. It wasn't her fragrance that he was trying to block out, it was the other smell he sensed coming from her. A familiar one.

It clung to her skin, her clothes, even the air around her smelled of him. Throttle knew this wasn't the time to focus on that, but it was too strong for him to ignore. How had Stoker managed to mark Izzy? Because that was what it felt like. A mouse marking his territory.

Throttle grimaced at the thought of what might have taken place in the garage prior to his arrival. But for now he had to think of Charley. Every minute was precious and needed to count.

"You know who took her?" Throttle asked Izzy who was still shaking. Her breathing was heavy and rapid. He had to calm her down before she was going to pass out. Izzy looked up at him with bright blue eyes.

"What?" She breathed questioningly.

"Come on, let sit you down for a second." With his tail he reached for a nearby chair and pulled it over to them. He gently pushed her down, before crouching through his own knees next to her.

She was still rather pale looking. Her cheeks wet from a few tears. Throttle started to think that whoever had been on the phone with Izzy, was the person who'd taken Charley. But until she were to tell him, it was only an assumption.

He gently placed his fingers beneath her chin and forced her to look at him. "Who was that on the phone with you?"

Izzy's skin was soft beneath his touch, and her lips were slightly swollen and reddish. Throttle couldn't help but frown and for a second the image of Stoker possibly having kissed her of him crossed his mind.

"Morden." She replied.

"Morden?" Throttle had never heard that name before. "Does this Morden person have Charley?"

Instead of replying Izzy suddenly jumped up, knocking the chair over in the process and began to walk away from him towards the door. As quick as he could Throttle moved from his spot and caught her arm before she managed to leave the garage.

"Wait, Izzy,-" He spun her around. "The others are already tracking the location of Charley's car. Did the guy on the phone tell you anything that might be important to know?

As he mentioned his bros, Izzy glanced up at him, her eyes wide. "They're tracking her?"

The Martian's words did not make any sense. How did they even know Charley was taken? Morden just called her to tell her that he has her sister-in-law, it was impossible for the other mice to know about it. Nonetheless, Throttle nodded.

"Charley contacted us at the scoreboard through radio transmission. She thought she was being followed and then we lost the connection."

Izzy took a step back. Her mind thinking incredibly fast. "When was this?"

"About twenty minutes ago. Vinnie and Modo most have found the truck's location by know. I came over as fast as I could to get Stoker, but seeing as he is no longer here, I take it the others must have contacted him." Throttle explained, but he did not like the look on Izzy's face.

The woman stared ahead of her with disbelief. Was that the actual reason Stoker left? Because Modo called to inform him about Charley being in trouble? Izzy couldn't believe it. Stoker told her something had happened at the scoreboard. It sounded serious and he didn't deny it when she asked him. But apparently he had lied to her. The call had been about Charley. Why had he kept that from her?

"I don't believe this." She muttered under her breath. But she'd have to deal with him later. With the back of her hand she wiped her cheeks dry and looked back up. "We've have to go."

With one fast pull she yanked her wrist free from Throttle's grasp. The tanned mouse followed her as Izzy made her way out of the garage and towards her car. It was clear she knew more about this than any of them, but he wasn't going to let her lead this operation of saving Charley. The honey haired woman had no experience in battle, as far as he was aware of, and this had danger written all over it.

Throttle quickly pressed his hand against the door of Izzy's car before she got the chance to open it. She threw him an angry look and kept her hand on the handle. "Out of the way, Throttle."

It was a tone of voice he'd never expected to hear from her. Not even Charley spoke to him like this. The only woman who'd even risen her voice to him in such a way was Carbine. But he wasn't going let himself be pushed away that easily.

"The only we in this, is us mice. Just tell me everything you know, Izzy, and I promise you we will get Charley back."

"There is no time to explain everything, Throttle." Izzy answered. Her voice had changed and she seemed adamant on leaving the garage, with or without him.

"What did this Morden tell you on the phone? Does he want ransom? Did he say if she's safe?" Throttle watched her closely as she averted her eyes from him.

"He wants to talk to me."

Talk to her? Charley's kidnapper wanted to talk? Throttle was not understanding any of this. She was right about one thing, and that was that time was running short. But Izzy was not going to come with him if that's what she was thinking.

"Well, that is not going to happen. You just stay here and we'll take care of it."

"But,-"

Throttle grabbed hold of Izzy's shoulder. "No buts, babe. The Biker mice will handle this."

"You don't get it. I know him, Throttle. This is all my fault,-" She told him.

The mouse arched an eyebrow and removed his other hand from the door. "How could this be your fault?"

Suddenly he remembered Vinnie's words. About why Stoker and him were out last night at the Last Chance Garage. The older mouse was worried for the safety of Charley and her sister-in-law. Because somebody was after Izzy. Was that this Morden fellow? But instead of Izzy he had gone after Charley and now he was dangling their friend in front of them like bait. A carrot for a horse.

"I promise, I will tell everything and I mean everything when Charley is back safe and sound." Izzy continued.

At first Throttle had no desire to take the woman with him, but after putting all of the pieces to the puzzle together, he realised the garage was not a safe place for her. It was a good thing he followed his gut instinct to double check the garage, even though he'd seen Stoker ride off on his radar. He couldn't leave Izzy behind, he'd never forgive himself if something happened while they were all gone.

"Okay." Throttle replied as he inhaled deeply. "Let's go."

"What?" She turned her head back to him with surprise.

"You heard me." He grabbed her arm and pulled her back towards the garage. "You're not going alone. We're going together. But we will need a fourth bike. I assume you know how to ride one?"

Izzy's eyes grew wide like saucers and immediately Throttle picked up on her scent. Fear. He stopped to look at her. "What's wrong?"

"I don't ride, Throttle. I haven't ridden at all since the accident,- I can take the car,-"

But the tanned mouse shook his head. The car was a bad idea. It was too big and they had no idea in what state they would find Charley. Besides, they needed a fourth bike for Stoker. He couldn't very well sit behind them during this rescue mission and Throttle was not willing to share the back of his motorcycle with his former coach.

"We're taking Charley's ride and you'll sit behind me. No car."

Izzy opened her mouth to protest, but Throttle shushed her. "Like I said, babe. No buts."

She pressed her lips in a tight line and nodded. This was her fault. She had to help her sister-in-law, no matter the cost. Though the thought of sitting on a two wheeler made her queasy as if she'd eaten too much. Throttle let go of her and went inside the garage to grab his helmet and a spare for Izzy. He came back and tossed it her way.

She caught it with shaking hands. Like ripping off a bandage. She whispered quietly to herself. But the truth was she felt incredibly anxious. Images of fire, concrete and metal flying in her direction. Her bottom lip quivered and she closed her eyes as she swallowed the heavy lump in her throat. For Charley.

In the meantime Throttle went to retrieve Charley's bike. He sat down and patted on the seat behind him. Any moment now she was to sit there and the thought made him nervous. When he looked her way, Izzy seemed out of it again. Much like she'd done when he found her holding the telephone in her hands.

He had no idea what was currently going through her mind and a part of him really wanted to know. Had this been any other moment he would have offered her his ears. His shoulder. His mind.

"Hop on, sweetheart." He said.

Izzy placed her hands on his shoulders and swung one leg over the motorcycle. Oh, she really did not want to be there. But Throttle was right. Her car would be too obvious, too big compared to the manoeuvrability of a bike. She placed herself on the leather seat and moved closer against the mouse in front of her. Throttle glanced over his shoulder at her. Her hands were trembling. He reached for her left one and moved it down towards his waist.

"You'll be safe." He assured her, referring to more than just the motorcycle. Automatically she moved her other arm and wrapped them tightly around him.

Her body was incredibly warm and Throttle gulped slightly. The fact that she still smelled like Stoker wasn't very helpful, but at least she was trusting him enough to overcome a traumatic experience and he truly thought that counted for something.

"What about your bike?" She then asked him.

Throttle couldn't help but grin. Izzy was obviously not aware that the motorcycles from Mars were sentient. "She's a smart girl, she knows what to do." He let out a loud whistle and his bike bleeped in response before letting its engine roar. Izzy pushed herself closer against the tanned mouse, shocked from the sudden awakening of the vehicle.

"Bloody hell,-" She whispered.

Well, time for a rescue mission!

Lots of things in this chapter. Modo revealing to Vinnie how he feels about Charley and thoughts on sharing her or not...
Izzy thinking about Stoker and then we have Throttle showing up with his own agenda (all the while thinking about saving Charley of course).
I truly hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!

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