I do not own Biker Mice from Mars, or any of the characters.

I am not making a profit from writing this story.

This is merely a fan-work

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Planet: Mars

Location: Freedom Fighter Head Quarters

Year: 1985 (by Earth Reckoning)

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Charley groaned as she woke up to a killer head-ache. Damn that maniacal scientist. What did he do this time? Oh, she hoped the bros didn't get too out of control after she was knocked out. They were always way too over protective, but when she actually got hurt they took it personally. She struggled to open her eyes, groaning again as the light made her eyes hurt, and seemed to intensify the headache. Charley lifted a hand to her brow.

"Oh good, you're awake." A voice she had never heard before. A woman's voice. Did the guys take her to the hospital? "We were wondering when you would come around. Here, this should help with the headache." She felt a cool cloth rest on her forehead. It did help a little.

"Ugh….What happened?" she managed to croak out. Her throat felt really dry. How long had she been out?

"You tell me. Stoker found you just beyond the Argyre Basin. He fought off two Sand Raiders that found you, and brought you here." Stoker? Stoker was back on Mars. Argyre Basin? The bros had mentioned it in their tale of when they dealt with the Tug-Transporter on Mars, when the military had stopped them and ordered Carbine to come with them. And Sand Raiders? Just what was going on? Where were the guys?

"Where…where am I?" she asked, trying to keep her growing panic hidden.

"Ah, yes… Um, don't freak out or anything…but you're on Mars." The voice said, this time a little bit nervous.

"M-Mars?" Ok, she had to get her eyes open. Straining against the pain, she blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted. She…wasn't in a hospital room. In fact, it didn't look quite like a room at all. The walls looked cave-like, as did the ceiling. Now growing even more concerned, she tried to sit up.

"Woah there, not so fast. You've been out for a few days at least. You need to go slowly." A tan arm came into her view, pushing her back into the pillows. But the arms were way too thin and feminine to be Throttle's. Charley followed the arm up to the light brown sleeve that was rolled up to the elbow, and finally reaching the face. It was a female Martian Mouse. She had bangs on either side of her face, and she had blue eyes with a hit of blue eyeshadow on her eyelids. Her tan-coloured hair, the same as her fur, was pulled back into a low ponytail with a dark green hair tie. In her right ear, she had three earrings, one in the top of the cartridge, and the other two down in the bottom of the ear. She was smiling nervously at Charley.

"Don't try to get up too soon. We don't know how long you were exposed to our planet's environment, but being Human, it must have taken a toll." She stood up again as she said this, moving towards the table on the other side of the room towards what appeared to be a first aid kit. Charley followed her with her eyes, for the first time seeing the green cargo pants tucked into brown combat boots. She was dressed as if she were in the army. Army…

"Who are you?" She asked, almost dreading the answer. She had a feeling whatever Karbunkle had hit her with was the cause of all this.

"Oh, right, the name's Harley. I'm the mechanic/medic around here. Those guys really need the help." She said with a chuckle as she shook her head, unaware of the inner turmoil her patient was experiencing.

Charley felt her insides go cold. Harley. She was Harley. But according to the guys, she had been kidnapped by…by….Oh, what was his name? But if she was here….Did Karbunkle send her into the past?

"What's your name, sweetie?" Harley turned around to face the woman again with a smile, but her smile fell when she saw the utterly horrified look on her face. "Hey, are you ok?" Charley looked up at the mouse, and in that split second, she made her decision.

"Um…yeah…it's just that…you're a talking…gerbil?" she asked. Harley's mouth crinkled into a smile and she giggled.

"Actually, I'm a mouse." Charley made sure to school her features into one of confusion.

"Mouse?" she groused. She had to sell this act if she had any hope of executing her plan. She only hoped it worked. Harley seemed to buy it as she turned back to the table, picking something up.

"I get that this might be a bit startling." She turned back around, with what appeared to be clothes in her hands. "But, I hope we can be friends." She put the clothes down next to Charley. "Here, these should fit you. Think you'll need some help?" Charley looked down at the clothes, and shook her head.

"No, I think I'll be fine." She looked back at Harley with a smile. "Oh, and I'm Charlene Davidson, but you can call me Charley." Harley smiled down at her, and held out her hand. Charley grasped it in a firm handshake.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Charley. Now, get dressed so we can get some food in you. I'll wait outside, holler if you need anything." Charley smiled at her.

"Thanks. Oh, before you go, can you tell me what year it is…on Earth?" She added, remembering the Martian year was the equivalent of two Earth years. Harley frowned.

"If I remember correctly, it's 1985 right now." With that she smiled and turned around, leaving the room. Charley stood up slowly off the cot, taking a moment to gain her balance again. Her legs were feeling a bit shaky, but nothing she couldn't handle. It only registered then that she wasn't dressed in her clothes anymore, but in what looked like a gown.

"Um…where are my clothes?" she asked, looking around.

"Oh, sorry, I had to take them off while I was examining you, to make sure you didn't have any other injuries. They are on the table there, along with your boots and your belt." Harley answered from outside. Charley glanced back to the table, seeing her clothes folded neatly there. "Though, it's probably better to wear the clothes I gave you. They are slightly more durable and will suit Mars' climate better." Charley shrugged, moved to the table and grabbed her underwear, socks, boots and her utility belt before moving back to the bed. Checking through the pile of clothing, she found a pair of light brown cargo pants, a dark green short sleeve shirt and a dark brown sleeveless army vest. She noticed a slight problem as she inspected the pants.

"Uh, you got a sewing kit handy? I don't exactly have tail." She heard Harley giggle.

"Oh right, it should be in the top drawer of the desk." Charley quickly grabbed a needle and thread and started sewing up the hole. "So…can you tell me what a human like you is doing up on Mars?" Charley froze at the question. What would a human be doing on Mars? It's not like she could say she knew about alien life. Hell, the moon launch wasn't even two decades old yet! Wait, the Plutarkians…

"I was kidnapped by some weird fish-like aliens. I think they called themselves Plutarkians. They saw that I was pretty good with machines and thought they could use that." Great Charlene. Subtle, yet, it works.

"You're a mechanic?" came the question. Charley smiled at the genuine intrigue she heard in it.

"I owned my own Garage down in Chicago. The Last Chance. I was the best wrench-jockey around. Until those fish-faces ruined everything." Throwing in a half-truth would aid in the deception. If it really was 1985, her uncle would still own the garage, though she would inherit it after his death when she turned 20. She bit back the melancholy that threatened to rise.

"Were you with the Plutarkians long?" Charley paused again. How long would she have to be with the Plutarkians to gain the knowledge she had? She'd known the guys for around three years so…

"It was 1982 when they took me, so, I'm guessing it's been about 3 years." She quickly tied off the thread and cut it off, lifting it to inspect her work, before pulling the pants on. In 1982 she would heve been 15, so if they asked any questions about her time on Earth, at least she had back up knowledge.

"I'm so sorry Charley." She winced at the regret she heard. She felt really bad about lying, but if she was gonna be doing what she planned on, it was a necessary evil.

"It's not like you were to blame." She answered as she put the shirt on. "Besides, I'm not a stupid as those fish-faces thought I was. I picked up a thing or two while I was there." She pulled the vest on, opting not to zip it up. She grabbed her boots (dang it, she loved those boots, she was gonna wear them) and pulled them one before grabbing her utility belt and wrapping it around her waist. At an afterthought, she grabbed a hair-tie and pulled her hair into a high ponytail.

"And how did you manage to escape?" Charley turned and started walking to the door. How would she have escaped?

"They got cocky and left me alone with a bunch of equipment. I built myself a sonic spear, broke a hole in the wall and ran. Though, looking back on it, running out into the Martian desert without so much as a bottle of water might not have been the best option." She said sheepishly as she walked out. Harley turned to her with a smile, her hands on her hips.

"You're resourceful, I give you that." She looked her over. "Yeah, I think those will do. Come on, they'll be serving lunch right about now." Charley paused.

"There are more of you?" she asked. Harley giggled.

"You are in for a big surprise."

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Stoker glanced around as the Freedom Fighters enjoyed themselves. He hoped the moral would stay this high in the months to come. He glanced over at the Bros. Throttle and Modo were in an arm wrestle, while Vinnie was enjoying the radio. He shook his head. His ear twitched when he heard footsteps approach. Harley stepped into the room, and whistled.

"Hey guys!" She called, drawing everyone's attention to her. She gestured behind her, and out of the shadows stepped the Earth woman. She looked completely different, dressed in the Freedom Fighter attire that Harley had grabbed for her. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, rather than lose like when he found her. She had kept her utility belt and boots though. "This is Charlene Davidson."

The girl glanced around the room, looking slightly perturbed. Of course she would be. She was standing in a room filled with giant mice with antennas wearing army clothes. However, when her gaze fell on the guys, he saw her features change for a split second before she schooled them again. Stoker frowned. What was that about? Stoker got up and approached her, smiling at her.

"Welcome to the Freedom Fighter Headquarters, Miss Davidson. You can call me Stoker." He held his hand out. He was surprised when she didn't even hesitate to shake his hand.

"Only if you call me Charley." She answered calmly. Stoker nearly raised an eyebrow. "Harley tells me you're the one that found me." He nodded.

"Couldn't exactly leave a beauty like you out there, could I?" he was shocked when she raised an eyebrow, smirking.

"You use that on all the ladies?" She said playfully, before becoming serious again. "Harley also tells me you guys are fighting the Plutarkians." Stoker could hear the fighters behind him fall silent watching them. He nodded. "Good. I've been waiting to get back at those stink-faces for all they put me through." He was shocked by the venom in her voice.

"You sound like you got a bone to pick with them." He stated, raising a brow.

"Those blasted fish-faces kidnapped me and made me work for them for the past three years. I wanna teach them a lesson." She added, pounding her fist into her palm. Stoker eyed her critically.

"Hmm…can you handle a gun?" he asked. She smirked.

"I can handle a bazooka." She said smugly. Stoker bit his cheek to keep from chuckling.

"Got any other skills we could use?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm a wrench-jockey by trade, but I'm pretty familiar with laser weaponry…thanks to those Plutarkians. I also know first aid." Stoker watched her closely, before smiling.

"Ok, we'll put you on a trail period. You won't be going on any field missions, but you will be helping out around the base. Until then, I think it's best if we pair you up with some of our other rookies." Time to test something. "Yo Throttle, Modo, Vinnie. Get over here, you mudpuppies." The bros quickly approached them, but Stoker watched Charley's face as they did. She was a pretty good actress, but Stoker's years in the army taught him to look for tells. This girl was hiding something, he wasn't sure what, but whatever it was it had something to do with the bros.

"Bros, this is Charley. She'll be your guys' wrench-jockey for the next month. I want you guys to teach her all our tactics, our moves, everything. Keep her in the loop." He turned back to Charley. "This is Throttle, Modo and Vinnie." He said, pointing at each of them. "You need anything, you ask them." Vinnie stepped forward.

"And I won't mind if you asked me for help, sweetheart." Vinnie leered. Stoker rolled his eyes at the kids expected behavior. His jaw dropped when the woman poked Vinnie's nose.

"Ease up on the Machismo, kiddo." She said with a confident tone. Throttle and Modo burst out laughing as Vinnie blushed, while the other Fighters fought back chuckles. Stoker shook his head and chuckled.

"Yup, I think you're gonna fit in here just fine…" He was interrupted when an alarm sounded. One of the Fighters, Blade, rushed back to their communication hub.

"It looks like the Plutarkians are making a move on the Chryse Plato, Stoke!"

"Alright Freedom Fighters, you know the drill! Let's ride!" He ordered, and they all rushed for their bikes. Harley pulled Charley out of the way as they mounted.

"Whip tail guys!" Charley shouted as they drove out.

"Yo, how does she know our saying?" Stoker heard Vinnie ask.

"Later Vincent, right now, we got fish to fry!" Throttle responded. But Stoker couldn't help but wonder.

Who was this Charley Davidson?

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Charley watched as the guys drove away. When Stoker had first called them over, she had been floored by how young the bros looked. She knew that, back in her time, she and Vinnie were the same age at 28, with Modo being the oldest at 32 and Throttle being in the middle at 30. Her bros were a full decade younger than her now. But the thing that threw her off the most wasn't their age. It was because they were whole. Modo had both of his eyes and his arms, and instead of the red she was used to, his eyes were a deep brown. He wore a dark yellow short sleeved shirt with a brown vest, and light brown pants with dark brown combat boots, and a green utility belt was strapped across his chest. He wore a blue bandana around his head and a brown band on his left wrist.

Throttle still had his red ascots around his neck and wrist but now he wore a light green sleeveless shirt under a dark green vest, light brown pants and brown combat boots. He also had various utility belts strapped around his leg, waist and chest and a turquoise bandana around his head. He had been wearing his shades, but when he momentarily shifted them downward, she was shocked to see gorgeous blue eyes staring back at her. The eyes Karbunkle had given him had been red.

And Vinnie, well, not having a mask covering half of his face was quite the shock. He still had his 'lucky' dark pink bandana, but now, his chest was covered with a dirty yellow sleeveless t-shirt. He wore a light brown vest, which the sleeves were clearly ripped off of, and lighter brown pants with dark brown combat boots. Around his left thigh, there was a maroon strap, and his signature utility belts were laden with grenades. He also wore a thin brown strap around his head.

It had hurt, seeing them like this, knowing what they would go through, and knowing that she was a complete stranger to them. But it didn't matter. They were still her guys, and she was gonna help them, no matter what.

"How did you know about that saying?" Charley was startled from her thoughts as Harley looked at her oddly.

"Huh?" was all she managed to get out.

"'Whip tail'? That's something we Freedom Fighters came up with. How do you know it?" she asked. Charley winced inwardly at her blunder.

"Uh, well…I…heard some of the Plutarkians complain about it. According to them, it's such a 'repulsively ridiculous form of truism' that I thought if I started using it, it would annoy them even more." Oh please but that, please buy that, please….

"Well, glad to hear we've already started making our presence known, cause we are planning on being around for a long time." Harley said with a smile. "C'mon, while their gone we can get some food into you, then I'll show you around the base." Charley smiled.

"Thanks, I'm starving." She followed Harley over to the canteen, where Harley grabbed two plates and handed her one. Charley took a look at the somewhat meager spread, not entirely sure where to start. "What is all this?"

"Well, we have some vrorula salad, some boiled fruit egret, and some saber squid on the menu today. And as a treat, we managed to get our hands on some Clouded Surge." Harley said as she dished out a purple colored plant dish, what looked like dark blue baby carrots, and the giant piece of what looked like red calamari. When her plate was full, Harley grabbed a mug and poured some neon colored liquid out of a barrel.

Slightly dubious about the strange looking food, Charley dished out the same amount as Harley had, grabbing the drink along the way, before following her to the tables. Harley immediately started eating with her hands. Charley did the same when she realized there were no utensils. She started by picking up the blue baby carrot and sniffing it. Oddly, the smell reminded her of pickled ginger, and when she popped it into her mouth and started chewing, it tasted roughly the same, though the texture was a lot smoother. She moved on to the purple salad next, picking up the round leaf and taking a small bite. It tasted sweet, almost with a hint of vanilla. Finally, she picked up the large piece of saber squid and took a bite. It was tougher than she expected, but it had a smoky taste that was actually quite delightful. Harley must have been watching her because she giggled.

"Does it taste ok?" She asked. Charley smiled at her.

"Ya know, for my first Martian meal, it actually tastes pretty good." She said with a smile. Harley gestured to her mug.

"Try the Clouded Surge." Charley grabbed her mug and took a sip, and gasped in delight.

"It tastes like Earth Bubblegum Milkshake." She said in surprise, taking an even larger sip as Harley giggled.

"I'm glad you like it." Harley took a sip of her own mug before continuing to eat. "Great job handling Vinnie by the way. That was priceless." Charley chuckled.

"The kid's cute and all, but I think he needs to learn when it's the right time to use his chauvinism." She took another bite out of the squid. "Besides, I'm pretty sure I'm at least a decade older than him."

"No need to worry about him. He's like that with all the ladies." She said with small smile. Charley noticed and smirked.

"Got a thing for him?" She asked slyly. Harley jerked and shook her head.

"Who, me? Nah, this wrench-jockey has no ties that bind." She said with a toss of her hair as she continued eating. Charley gave her a knowing smile, but kept silent as she went back to her meal.

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