(W.W.T.) here again , I had actually planned to try and get two chapters out last month, but do to a very big family emergency and everything that went with it didn't happen. Although while it did take a bit I did at least manage to finish this one up. It's just a short humorous and light hearted piece; I intend to do more between Modo and Chair in the next Chapter. I mostly just had some fun at poor Vinnie's expense in this one, but with the way things are currently going my life needed a little comic relief, (as well as a little more Charley and Vinnie interaction). I also figured Vin was do a bit of cosmic pay back for all the times he's interrupted Modo and Chairs intimate moments so far. ;-)With that addressed, please enjoy the next chapter of Mars need mates.

There's also a small fanart I did of Vinnie up on my D.A if anyone's interested (same user name as here.)

Disclaimer: You know it I know it do I really need to say it? Well just in case the Biker mice from mars are not mine but My Oc Chair and the idea for this story itself are.

[Chapter 13] (Real mice wear…uh?)

Chair jotted down a hasty reminder for Charley to call back one of the parts dealers that she regularly ordered from. Then turned to head after Modo, only a few feet behind him as he passed through the doors to the kitchen.

Hurrying to catch up Chair hastened her step only to come to a screeching halt the very next instant as she nearly ran face first into the large Martians broad back as he suddenly came to a dead stop just inside the doorway.

Startled Chair took a step back but the confusion she was feeling rapidly shifted to concern as Modo's tail slowly started to twitch like mad, followed by an almost imperceptible tremor that started at his shoulders, then quickly spread through the rest of his massive frame until his whole body was moving in an oddly stiff, jerking spasm.

Even more concerned than before Chair pushed around him so she could see his face, but before she could ask what in the world was wrong, she caught a glimpse of something from the corner of her eye that had her freezing in place as well.

All worry for the grey furred male temporarily forgotten, Chair slowly turned to fully take in the unexpected sight of Vinnie. Who currently stood in the middle of the kitchen, with his back to them oblivious to their prescience, while he carried on a very animated and agitated conversation with their resident Auburn hared mechanic.

There was a very small array of strange things that might have randomly appeared at that moment and honestly surprised Chair a little less then what she was currently seeing…Like oh for instance say- (A kangaroo riding a unicorn and wielding a light saber.)

But the sight of the exuberantly macho White mouse wearing a pair of bright neon pink glittery sweat pants, with a humongous red sequined coated heart right smack dab on the bottom with the words sweet cheeks scrawled above it in rhinestones, took the proverbial cake.

The addition of his tail coming through a hole in the center of the heart, somehow only served to place that much more emphasis on it, and make the sight that much more ridicules to behold.

To her credit Chair actually managed to hold herself together …for about all of… five seconds.

That is until she made the mistake of glancing back at the grey furred male behind her, briefly locking and holding gazes with him for a millisecond before they both completely lost it, and burst out into hysterical laughter.

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Vinnie jerked as if he'd suddenly been electrocuted at the outburst, and whipped around to glare in their direction. Narrowing his eyes in irritation at them a moment, before turning back around to once more face Charley.

"See! This is exactly what I was talking about!" he said with an exaggerated sweep of his arm in Chair and Modo's direction. Who were both currently leaned up against each other in the doorway and laughing like loons.

"Look I'm sorry –but I don't currently have any of your spare clothes here, and I couldn't find anything else that would actually fit you…So your just gonna have to suck it up and deal with it."Charley said glaring right back at him before turning and attempting to lift a heaping platter of scrambled eggs, sausage links and bacon off the counter.

Only to have it tugged from her hands by the white furred male, who continued to mutter and complain under his breath the entire time, even as he placed it in the center of the table, and flopped down into nearest seat with an indignant huff his expression sour.

"Oh quite being such a man baby about it."Charley huffed back in annoyance at him, gingerly sitting down in the seat beside him.

Vinnie crossed his arms and slumped back further in his seat while wrinkling his nose at her "I'm not a man I'm a mouse." he grumbled flatly.

"You know what I meant," Charley said shooting an exasperated glance at him. "And you should consider yourself lucky I even had those, or you'd be dinning ala commode on a tv tray right now, waiting for your pants to dry." She added tersely.

Chair clutched at her aching ribs at this and managed to heave in a wheezing breath as she pushed away from the grey furred males' side, somehow finding a modicum of control before she laughed herself into asphyxia.

Choking down another laugh, she walked over to sit across from the auburn haired female followed closely by a still snickering Modo.

"Not that I'm questioning your taste in clothes or anything. But-why do you have those? I might be wrong, but they don't really strike me as something that you would wear yourself." She asked interrupting before the white furred Martian could respond again.

"They're not." Charley answered, still watching Vinnie out of the corner of her eye. "I bought them a couple years back as a gage gift for my Ex, for a white elephant gift exchange he roped me into going to, and to be honest I had forgotten all about them. Until I ran across them, inside an old box I'd thrown a handful of items into, to donate to charity.

"Wait! These crimes against masculinity belonged to Jack? That just makes it even worse! There's no way you can expect me to keep wearing these!" Vinnie said crossly his face twisting into a disgusted grimace.

" Oh! For crying out loud! Would you give it a rest already- They were never used! Besides ..it's wear those or go naked." Charley retorted "and No! That's not actually an option." She quickly added, as the white furred mouse opened his mouth, cutting him off before he could say anything else.

Vinnie harrumphed under his breath and turned to glower sulkily down at his plate, completely missing the amused and affection laden expression that had briefly flitted across Charley's face as she watched him out of the corner of her eye before turning away.

Her own lips twitching up at the edges Chair leaned forward to start helping to put the food on the plates when it dawned on her that there was something..or more precisely someone missing. "Hey-where's Throttle? I thought he made it in here ahead of us." she asked glancing around curiously.

"Huh? Oh! He's fine-He just stepped out for some air." Charley replied an amused glint in her eye, as she placed Vinnie's full plate down in front of him. "Really?... Why?"Chair asked in surprise.

"Because I came back into the room-In these." Vinnie stated dryly, before shoveling a forkful of eggs into his mouth.

"Oh!" Chair replied with sudden understanding, smothering a grin as she set a full plate down in front of Modo. Who broke out in another round of chuckle's as the white furred Martian looked up from his plate to level a murderous glare in his direction.

"Oh put a cork in it." Vinnie growled while narrowing his gaze at him, before dropping it back down to stare sullenly at his plate once more.

"Sure thing…"Modo said giving a nonchalant shrug, completely nonplussed by the other male's irritable demeanor."Sweet cheeks." he tacked on with a grin, dodging the forkful of eggs (complete with fork) the white furred male immediately hurled in his direction.

"Hey-Not in the kitchen! The coffee tables already been reduced to kindling. There's no way, you're doing the same thing to the dining room one too!"Charley bit out tersely swinging her own fork up, and gesturing pointedly in each mouse's direction, while narrowing her eyes in warning at them both.

"Sorry."Modo said his face twisting with effort as he attempted and failed to smother another chuckle.

Vinnie just glowered over at him looking as if he was still seriously considering hurling the rest of his plate at the grey furred male anyway, before he chanced a quick glance in auburn haired mechanics direction. Who merely raised one eyebrow inquiringly back at him in challenge, before nonchalantly lifting up a piece of bacon, and snapping it in two, as she pointedly locked her gaze with his.

Thinking better of whatever he had previously been contemplating Vinnie swallowed nervously, before his eyes once more shifted back to Modo who continued to grin tauntingly in his direction, Grinding his teeth audibly at this the white furred Martian suddenly turned and pushed away from the table,

muttering something about eating in the living room, as he stood plate in hand and marched out of the room, his tail whipping irritably behind him as he stormed out.

Eliciting another burst of startled laughter from Chair, as the sunlight filtering in from the small window above the sink, bounced off the glittering surface of his heart covered posterior, and created a disco ball like effect, as he exited the room.

Not even a full minute later a sound that might have passed for a husky throated hyena choking to death on a golf ball, emitted from the vicinity of the garages living room.

Followed very closely by a rather squishy sounding thud, and Vinnie letting loose an almost indecipherable string of words in what Chair assumed was Martian. That caused Modo's ears to twitch and his eye to widen slightly in surprise as he glanced sharply in the direction the white furred male had just gone.

A short period later a slightly ruffled looking Throttle appeared outlined in the doorway, an empty plate gripped in one hand, and a mass of scrambled eggs splattered along the top of his head, and trailing down the side of his face.

Clearing his throat the tan furred male paused just inside the door, somehow maintaining a straight expression as he reached up to casually flick a particularly large glob of egg from his cheek, while addressing the room's occupants.

"Charley I believe I'm just going to grab a bite to go this morning."

" Modo.. Bro-" Throttle added pausing to clear his throat again as he glanced briefly between the grey furred male and Chair with what might have been a touch of remorse before continuing. " I know Vin's supposed to be the one to head out on patrol with me this morning but... I think –given the current circumstances.. and his current mood …it might be for the best if you two switched out for the day."

Modo snorted "I don't know bro, you sure you've really thought this through? He asked his tone serious as he met the Mouse leaders questioning gaze, before continuing. "I mean-we could defeat limburgers whole goon squad in just one fell swoop here, all we'd have to do is show up with Vin in the lead…and they'd drop dead laughing." He said the corners of his mouth starting to twitch with the effort of keeping a straight face, as he continued to hold gazes with the tan furred male.

Throttle snorted at this and reached up to slap a hand over his eyes as he lost the composure he'd been hanging onto by a thread, slumping heavily against the doorframe as his expression twisted into an almost constipated grimace, while he fought the urge to start laughing again, completely aware that if he did it would take a miracle or un-conciseness to stop him this time.

A few minutes later, after the tawny furred Martian had excited the kitchen to head back out to the garage, Modo stood to leave the room as well, having rapidly polished off the rest of his own food in a few quick bites. Pausing he glanced across the table, his tail moving up beneath it to gently brush against the side of Chair's calf, as his gaze meet with hers in a silent apology.

Chair gave him an understanding smile even as her heart dipped sadly at the necessity of his leaving so soon after things had finally started to come together for them. Modo's tail gave a soft squeeze, as he excused himself before slowly unwinding from around her ankle, as he turned to follow after the tan furred male. Leaving the two female's to finish the rest of their meal together at a slightly more sedate pace.

"You know.. That Kinda Sounds like something you might run across on a tabloid news paper headline. Chair suddenly commented out loud absently, as the muffled sound of the two male's bikes pulling out of the garage filtered through the walls to them. Seeing Charley look up to stare curiously in her direction she paused a moment as she contemplated how to put her thoughts into words.

"Mass of Untimely deaths caused by six foot tall space mouse's… Pink Sparkling Butt."She said with a small shrug, causing the auburn haired mechanic to startle and cough forcefully as she fought not to choke on the mouthful of eggs she'd just taken, before narrowing her eyes fractionally to glare over at the other female in bemused ire.

"You ok? Chair asked in concern stopping with a forkful of food lifted midway towards her mouth.

"What?" she asked blankly, noticing the odd look the red head was giving her, as she managed to bring the erratic bought of coughing under control.

Not even a full second later a startled and rather indignant sounding yelp filled the room, as- unlike Modo with Vinnie, Chair failed to dodge forkful of eggs that Charley launched her way.

A short while later (After she had finished picking the remainder of the scrambled eggs from her hair) Chair was just finishing up rescheduling one of Charley's regular clients for a basic tune up the following month. When Vinnie made his way into the room still wearing the pink atrocities that some fashion challenged individual somewhere, had the twisted inclination to dream up and try to shape into pants.

Biting her lip against the urge to start laughing again, at the sight of the white furred male and his bedazzled-bum, she quickly ended the call and hung up the phone.

"Modo went with Throttle to do a quick morning patrol" Chair said noticing the slightly puzzled look on his face as he paused and glanced around the garage.

"Oh…uh" Vinnie said glancing over at her with a touch of surprise before his expression shifted back to one of irritation.

"Great! Like it's not bad enough that I've been forced to dress in these girly monstrosities. Now you're telling me that they actually went off and left me out of the action to like I'm one of the wo-"Vinnie stopped in the middle of his rant as Chair loudly cleared her throat and leveled a withering look in his direction.

"Ah-no offense."He finished hunching his shoulders sheepishly .Chair snorted her lips twitching marginally before she answered. "Eh..Don't sweat it- sweet cheeks." she said, turning away and pretending not to notice the sour look he gave her, While she scanned the shelves until her gaze once more found the box of parts she'd been after earlier that morning.

"You're actually here just in time to help me out…that is unless like your sugary and sweet disposition, those awful excuse for pants have affected your ability to be taller than me too."."Chair said with a touch of sarcasm as she glanced back at him over her shoulder,

"Can you get that down for me-please?" she added with a small gesture in the boxes direction, when she noticed the blank look that appeared on the white furred males face at her first statement.

Vinnie looked above where Chair was currently standing the confusion on his face quickly clearing as his gaze landed on the box in question. "You know you could have just said that in the first place" He muttered with a small roll of his eyes as he walked around her.

Chair fought the urge to roll her eyes right back, at the white mouse as he brushed passed her reaching up and easily sliding the bulky cardboard container off the shelf to present to her one handed.

"Show off." she said wryly shaking her head with a bemused smile as she took it from him.

" Comes naturally with all the good looks and Charm" he replied with a playful wink, giving her one of his trade mark flirty smirks as he started back towards the doors to the garages main living area.

Another rather inelegant snort breaking from her at the White furred Martians usual flirtatious behavior, Chair grinned and shook her head in wry amusement as she watched him exit back through doors once more.

. "You know-I gotta hand it to him …It takes a pretty high level of confidence to still be able to pull off being that full of yourself- when wearing pants like those." She muttered with a small laugh as the garage lights gleamed off the white mouse's sequined derrière on his way out of the room, flashing and winking in a wildly sparkling array of rainbow colors.

The rest of the morning pretty much passed like normal, With the exception of one small hitch in the form of the early appearance of one D Manibus (Aka Sir Hands), While Throttle was still out with Modo.

Fortunately for Chair she had stepped out to use the bathroom a few minutes before he entered the garage. Unfortunately Charley had been bent part way over the desk finishing up a phone conversation with the supplier that had needed to have her call back. When he had let himself in, then walked across the room unannounced and proceeded to let his hand wander right up the unaware mechanics backside, in plain view of Vinnie. Who had been followed closely by Chair as she returned to the room as well.

Both of who not realizing anyone else was in the garage had entered just in time to see a very irate and startled Charley spin around to club (the apparently memory challenged groper.) upside the head with the old fashioned (and rather sturdily made) phones receiver.

(You know… when my guidance counselor told me in high school, that it was unlikely any of us would be able to predict exactly what our lives would be like in ten years…. she was right. )Chair thought ruefully not even a full minute later, as she took in the escalating scene before her.

As Charley alternated hurling a slew of excessively graphic bodily threats at the opportunistic pervert, before shouting at Vinnie not to beat him to pulp, as the White furred male somehow cleared the room in one quick leap to haul, the still dazed and reeling Mr. Manibus up by the back of the shirt collar, and shake him like an angry terrier. While growling out that 'he wasn't going to beat the seedy little jerk-just break every bone in his body.'

Chair watched the rather stunned looking man (whether from the blow to the head or the appearance of a six foot tall talking mouse with antennas in hot pink sweat pants she wasn't completely sure) take on an unusually pale waxy complexion,

A few seconds before he released an almost incomprehensible string of babble that included the phrase 'Giant Shiny pink Hamster', followed by his eyes rolling up into the back of his head, as he wet his pants and passed out.

Vinnie scrunched his noise in disgust at this, and without further ceremony released him to drop into limp heap on the floor. Charley briefly studied the slumped form crumpled at the irate Martians feet in dismay, before lifting her gaze to meet Chair's in a shared what the hell do we do now look.

"Geeze that's pathetic … now I almost feel ba-Ouch! –What!?" Vinnie asked glancing over at Charley with apparent confusion as she released a small exasperated noise of frustration and smacked him in the arm, then reached up to rub at the bridge of her noise as if she was fighting the sudden onset of a migraine.

It probably didn't say much for her own morale fiber but Chair honestly couldn't bring herself to drum up much in the way of sympathy for the overly grabby sleaze, but his current state, plus the fact that he'd seen Vinnie up close and very personal without his helmet on, left them with a very big problem to try and sort out.

Mulling over what to do her gaze strayed from the prone form, to the corner of the desk where she'd placed the parts after Vinnie had gotten them down for her. The barest inklings of a plan began to take shape, as she looked back at the unconscious male still sprawled in a heap on the floor.

"I think…I have an idea." Chair said out loud drawing the attention of the other two garage occupants as they broke off from their half whispered argument to stare at her in surprise, having apparently forgotten she was even in the room with them.

A half hour later Chair ushered the confused and still slightly twitchy Manibus, back towards the garage doors. Having with the help of Charley convinced the (thankfully shorter than Vinnie) man that he had gotten impatient while waiting for her to find the step ladder to retrieve the box of parts from the top shelf for him, and had attempted to get it down himself.

By climbing up on the bottom portion of the shelving unite, only to have it break under his weight, causing him to fall and strike his head on one of the multitude of objects that had spilled across the floor alongside him.

After which he had temporarily become incoherent, and had started to babble oddly about (Giant hamsters?) of all things. Charley and Chair both expressed serious concern over this and strongly urged him to see a doctor about the blow he'd taken to his skull, and had even gone so far as to offer to call a cab to take him to the hospital.

He firmly declined the offer, His eyes darting nervously around the room, before he seemed to realize the new dampness of his previously dry wardrobe. Glancing down at his pants in surprise, his expression quickly shifted to mortification as He mumbled a very hasty excuse, and almost ran out of the door.

A few minutes later after double checking to make sure he was really gone Chair heaved a sigh, and turned to share a relieved grin with Charley. "Well…that was relatively easy." She said with a touch of dry humor as she met the mechanics gaze.

Charley just snorted blandly, and reached up to press her palm to her forehead. "You have Nooo Idea…." the green eyed mechanic replied shooting a rueful glance in the direction of the doors leading to the garage's den(or more precisely the edge of one white ear that could just be seen around the side of the door frame from where they were currently standing.

"I swear if Murphy had ever met this lot.. he would have considered himself an optimist."She muttered shaking her head, her expression and tone caught somewhere between affection and vexation.

A disconcerted and grumbled "Who's Murphy?" could just be made out from the other room as the two females shared another telling glance. That ended with Chair suddenly reaching up a hand to stifle a half snorted giggle, as the auburn haired mechanic's gaze rolled skyward, her lips twitching up into a reluctant smile.

"Well one thing's for certain." Charley said motioning for Chair to follow her towards the garages living area with a small nod of her head, reaching out a hand to pat her on the back as they both started in the direction of the door leading out of the garage's main work area.

"Life with this bunch is rarely boring."