Feelings and Reflections-chapter 2

The Biker Mice turned to see Miss Hawkings being held up by the shoulders by Greasepit. The woman was struggling to get free. Her tiny feet clad in black flat shoes were dangling in mid-air.

"Let the lady go, Grease Stain!" Throttle told him.

The mice slowly moved closer.

"Uh-uh-uh. Stay where youse is or I snaps her neck." He threatened.

"Cecilla!" The sheriff cried.

"Sweetheart, get outta sight. This is gonna get even uglier than Greasegutt over there." Vinnie told her.

"And miss out on all the action? Not on your life." Charley replied.

"Why do I always meet the stubborn females?" Vinnie frowned.

"Bro, I've learned once a woman makes up her mind about something, wild horses couldn't keep her from doing it." Modo chuckled.

"Focus, people. We're heroes. This is not The Maury Show." Throttle said, exasperated.

"What have you got in mind, Throttle?" Charley asked.

"Spin and Grab number Seven." He replied.

"Cool, but could we do Number 6? I look so good doing it." Vinnie replied.

"No. Number 7." Throttle replied, firmly, fighting the slight headache that was trying to come in his temples.

Vinnie and Modo rode around Greasepit. The large ape kept turning around confused within minutes.

"I's gettin' dizzy!" He moaned.

Vinnie's back tire landed on Greasepit's foot. The latter let out the loudest yelp that was ever heard. He threw Miss Hawkings into the air. Arms flailed and she screamed till Throttle rode under her shadow and caught her in both arms.

"My hero." She purred, happily cuddling up against his chest. A slight blush flashed across the tan furred mouse's face.

"Glad to see you're alright, Miss..."

"Cecilla Hawkings. And you are?"

"Throttle." He replied.

"Interesting." She mused.

Then seeing his friends ride up, Miss Hawkings got down off of Throttle and on to the ground.

"Well, thank you for rescuing me from that horrible man." She said.

"If Greasegutt's here, then Lardbutt can't be too far behind." Vinnie told his friends.

"You're correct, my hairy friend."

Everyone turned to see a black limo pull up. Fred the Mutant, clad in a chauffeur's uniform, waved at them. Then a side window on the car had electronically went down.

"Lawrence Limburger." Miss Hawkings said, a visible frown on her face.

"I thought something stunk around here." Modo said.

"Ah, good day, my dear Miss Hawkings. I'm so pleased to have found you here." The obese alien, disguised as an grossly overweight human being, said.

"If this is about my farm, I already told you it's not for sale." She said.

"But I'm willing to make you such a generous offer." He began, "And the site of your farm is perfect for my new building. It will bring lots of jobs to many people that need them."

"You really think I'd sell it to you after your hairy ape tried to kill me?"

"You'll have to excuse Greasepit. He's an idiot. But I'm willing to make amends for my associate's lack of judgement." Limburger replied, frowning at the dizzy dolt now stumbling over to him.

"But, boss, youse said to grab the dame and..."

"Silence, you buffoon!"He shouted, then lowered his voice to Miss Hawkings,"I apologise, Miss Hawkings. My associate was supposed to bring you to me to discuss this matter further."

"There isn't anything to discuss. I'm sorry about the people that are unemployed, but that farm is my life. It's all I live for. My answer is still no."

She turned to go when suddenly he grabbed her arm. Miss Hawkings looked at him then her arm.

"Don't take my proposal too lightly. I always get what I want." He frowned.

A glowing fist struck him full in the face. He released his hold on Miss Hawkings.

"Not today, Cheeselog. Now apologize to the lady." Throttle said.

Limburger stayed quiet.

Modo aimed his bionic arm at him. Vinnie held up two lit flares. Throttle's activated Nuke Knuckles balled into a fist was inches from his face.

"I'm gonna be a gentleman and say it again. Apologize. To. The. Lady."

"Sorry." Limburger said.

"Now make like a drum and beat it." Throttle told him.

"This isn't over. Not by a long shot." Limburger muttered. Then grew alarmed at the weapons trained on him.

"Get me out of here!" Limburger told Fred.

"Ee ha ha!" He laughed, "But first..."

He placed a wooden plank on the ground. Then going back to the limo.

"Ooh-ooh! Run me over! Please!" He laughed, putting the car in drive.

"Idiot! What are you doing?" Limburger asked, as the car went forward. Fred laid down on the plank as the car right tires ran over him.

"Feels great! Ahhh!" He sighed, and laughed happily. His crumpled up oozing form climbed back into the car into the driver's seat. He steered the car away from the fair.

"That was gross." Charley said.

"You were amazing." Cecilla told Throttle.

"It was nothing to it but good teamwork." He replied, as he blushed a little. Okay, a bit. Cecilla was attractive as well as sweet. Even if her hair was in a bun, she still looked cute.

Throttle shook away those thoughts. They were there to capture Limburger and make him stand trial for crimes against Mars and Earth.

He didn't have time for dating. He thought he and Carbine could make their relationship work, but time and distance proved to be their greatest enemies. Carbine got tired of waiting for Throttle to come back to Mars.

She met a new guy named Steel. He was a tan furred mouse. He wasn't as big and muscular as Throttle, but he was dependable and he was there for her. She then made the decision to break things off with Throttle.

He remembered that conversation. He was hurt and angry.

"I'm risking my tail to save Earth from the Fish Heads and now you decide to step out on me with another guy?"

"Throttle, I never cheated on you with him or anyone else. But I can't keep going on like this waiting for you to come back to me or wondering if you are going to come back at all." She replied.

"So your solution is to dump me for someone else?"

"Our relationship hasn't been the best since we had this war with the Plutarkians. I have doubts about us."

"I'm fighting this war same as you, babe. People in relationships find a way to work through their problems not date other people."

"I never ran around on you. No other woman's been warming my bed!"

"It isn't like that at all! I just want someone to be there for me."

"And because I wasn't there you take up with the first guy that says hi."

"You just don't understand."

"Goodbye, Carbine." He said, pressing the off button on the vidcom.

"Throttle..."

Then the screen went blank

His bros and Charley of course heard about the break up from him.

"I'm so sorry, Throttle." Charley said, face full of concern.

'Always knew Carbine was a skank." Vinnie said.

"My grey-furred mama always said not to talk bad about a lady even if she is wrong." Modo said, "It ain't polite."

Throttle spent his time with his bros racing their bikes and fighting Limburger. Then they'd celebrate with root beers and hot dogs. When he rode by on his bike, he noticed girls from cafes and diners would be mooning over him. He grinned back at them. Yeah, Carbine didn't know what she missing. It was the ultimate way to live like a single guy. He loved it.

Only when he was alone late at night was he able to think about her. His first love. Someone he pictured spending the rest of his life with. Now it was over.

Then he met Cecilla. Her hair was dark like Carbine's He couldn't forget how warmly she smiled at him. Her body close to his.

"Thank you again for saving my farm." Cecilla said.

Her words cut into his thoughts.

"You're welcome."

"I was just on my way home to make dinner. You're all welcome to join me." She said.

"Well, that's very thoughtful, ma'am. We'd be happy to come." Modo grinned.

"Besides, we can keep Limburger from bothering you again." Throttle told her.

"Thank you. But he won't." She smiled.

"As much as I'd like to believe that, I know that cheese wheel won't stop till he gets your land."