A/N: What is up, friends and readers of Sing Drabbles, this here is Lu again and today I bring you another short story! Alright, my good friend TrashMouseMike requested for an AshXMike story in which he defended her from Lance. At first, I went for some romance between Ash and Mike, and then I went like 'no.' I hope you all like what I did, and hope you like your story, Mike! Please leave me a review with your thoughts, everybody! ;)

Also, by the way, requests are closed for now. I got 19 requests to write and need time to work on Story Not Told's sequel. Hope you all understand! Let me get some more stories written, and I'll open requests again.


PAIRING: AshXMike

"I already said no!"

"Come on babe, give me a second chance!"

This had been going on for a few time now, and it was starting to annoy Ash. "Ack. You're making a fool out of yourself!"

Lance now sat at the staircase in front of the Moon Theatre and held tight onto one of Ash's legs.

"Come on, what does that koala have that I don't?!"

She scoffed. "Sense of the ridiculous." Ash pointed to the streets, where many animals were watching the scene, some even recording it. Suddenly Lance felt self-aware under the animals' gazes. He quickly let go of her leg and stood up straight.

"Besides that?" He asked. His bored, careless tone back in his voice.

"I'm not gonna debate this, I'm outta here," she stated, walking ahead.

"No, no wait!" He jumped forward, grabbing her wrist. Ash quickly broke the sudden touch. "Sorry! Anyways, just hear me out."

"Hey! I think she said she was outta here," a voice spoke up, startling both porcupines. Ash narrowed her brows. She knew that voice. Sure as hell she knew that voice. No, it couldn't be. It wasn't. He wouldn't. She dropped her gaze. And there, in all his glory, stood Mike, the crooner mouse. The same crooner mouse who didn't care about anyone.

"How does this concern you, pipsqueak?" The male porcupine laughed.

"I guess it does, once you just got touchy there, Spiky."

"Yeah, yeah, okay. Now bounce before I step on you or something." Lance dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

"If I were you, I'd watch my mouth, Lance, unless I wanted-" Ash couldn't even finish. Impulsing himself in the stairs, Mike jumped on Lance, holding him tight by the collar of his shirt as he pulled the other guy down to his eye level. "That to happen." She finally finished, a smug grin on her face.

"And why don't you get out of here before I kick your ass?!" The mouse asked, angrily. As amazed as he was, Lance managed to force out a laugh.

"Dude... have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? Because you're like... what? 1/5 of me," he affirmed, picking up the much smaller guy by his suit to prove his point.

Mike cleared his throat with a cough, aimed, and kicked Lance right in the nose. The porcupine fell backward on the sidewalk and reached out to try and grab the mouse. He quickly bit down his hand and found his way to the much bigger guy's face. Lance yelped as Mike repeatedly kicked his nose and eyes. Ok, maybe teasing the mouse was a bad idea, but could you blame him? He didn't know the crooner had John Cheetah's moves.

Once he was done, Mike jumped on his throat, earning himself a gasp from the other guy, and dusted his hands off. Ash watched in amazement as the mouse climbed up the stairs. "And next time, pick on someone your own size!" He declared, kicking the porcupine's guitar case, which promptly fell down the stairs and hit him in the groin. "Boy! And leave your ex here alone!" With that, he quickly went back into the theatre. Ash shot her ex a last glance before following the mouse's track, the smug grin back on her face.

"So... since when?"

"What are you saying, Spikes?"

Now that was more Mike-ish.

"It's usually Johnny who scares him outta here," she said, matter-of-factly, her mouth curling into a smirk. "Since when do you care about Lance bothering me?"

"I don't!" Mike said, a little too quickly for his liking, "it's just that... he gives guys everywhere a bad name. That's it."

"Oh yeah? That's the one reason you just beat Lance to a pulp?"

"Why else?"

"I don't know." The mouse nodded, with a scoff, as he started to walk forwards. "Maybe because you secretly care."

"Ha! Not about you, Spikes," he teased, once again speaking too fast to his liking. The rocker burst out laughing. "Ah, ya know what? Next time I'll just get Harambe to do it!" He said, angrily, as he started walking ahead.

"Thanks for the help, Ratpack," Ash laughed. "And Johnny wouldn't have done it. Not like that anyways."

"Eh. Somebody had to fix that ex of yours," he said. "He is not a gentleman."

"What do you care?"

"I don't, Spikes, duh," he shrugged off, straightening up his tie. "Anyways, don't expect me to do it again! Next time I'll just get that boyfriend of yours to set him straight," he finished, going his own way now. His usual petty tone in his voice.

"I doubt he'll ever come here again. And thanks for caring, Mike." Ash said, a sweet smile on her face. She then went in her own direction.

Mike turned back, to make sure she was gone. "Welcome, Spikes," he replied to the empty room.


A/N: Alright, this is it, ladies and gentlemen! If you like it, please leave me a review with your thoughts! ;)