Edit: So apparently, uploading a chapter onto this site via Chrome makes it all wacko. Sorry about that guys. Thanks to Butterfly souls review for alerting me to the problem.

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Planet: Mars

Location: Quiet Grove

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"So you're telling me that you thought it was a good idea to try and sneak into a Plutarkian camp, by yourself, to try and sabotage their machinery?" Charley rubbed the back of her neck under Amelia's scrutiny.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time." She said bashfully. Amelia pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers.

"I don't know whether you'll be a good or a bad influence on the boys." She said exasperatedly. The bros all chuckled.

"I think she's a bit of both mom." Throttle offered cheerfully. Modo laughed.

"Yeah, you should have heard her ribbing me over a scratch." Charley glowered at him.

"You had blood streaming down your arm, I am fairly certain that was more than just a scratch." Amelia looked to Modo with a raised brow. Modo shrugged.

"Hey, it healed, and it didn't even leave a scratch." Amelia rolled her eyes.

"Well, at least you boys now have a female looking after you. I'm fairly certain that you boys will get yourselves killed someday." She said as she stood to start clearing the table, the bros and Charley rising to help her.

"That won't happen if I can help it." Charley said with conviction. Amelia paused and glanced at her with surprise, before continuing with her task. Or, she would have, if Throttle hadn't taken the plates from her hand.

"Why don't you go sit down mom, the bros and I have got this." He said as he kissed her cheek. Amelia smiled and shook her head at him.

"Just like your father. He never let me do the dishes either." She pinched his nose before turning and leaving the room. "Charley, why don't you join me in the living room, the boys can handle this before joining us." Charley paused as she was grabbing the plates to put them in the sink, not really sure what to do, before Vinnie grabbed the plates from her hands and winked at her. She smiled and followed Amelia out. Amelia led her to the sofa and sat down, Charley following her.

"I thought you could use a few moments away from those three. I know they can be a lot some times." She added with a smirk. Charley giggled.

"Well, they aren't that different from some guys I knew on Earth. They are just a little, furrier." She giggled, with Amelia joining her. Amelia paused.

"I must say, you were not what I was expecting from an Earther." Charley glanced at the mouse, who was watching her with a contemplative expression. Charley looked down at her lap, brushing her hair back behind her ear when it fell in her face.

"What…what do you mean?" she asked tentatively.

"Well, for one, you are certainly seem undisturbed by the fact that you are on another planet, surrounded by giant mice." Amelia declared. Charley gave a half-hearted chuckle.

"After being captured by giant ugly fish faces, I hardly think that something like giant mice on motorcycles will faze me anymore." Amelia flinched a little.

"Sorry, that was rather unfair, wasn't it?" She queried, but Charley just shook her head.

"No, I get it. You guys have been fighting these aliens that are destroying your planet for the last few months, and now this new alien shows up and starts helping you fight them. I understand that trust might be an issue." She frowned and thought back to how the mice back at base were treating her. They were never unkind, but they also weren't going out of their way to talk to her. Most of them tended to avoid her to be honest. Even Harley hadn't spoken to her much, Charley was always the one to initiate the conversation. Before she had ripped into the boys about Modo's injury, they had also stayed out of her way. "To be honest, I'm surprised it's taken this long before someone questioned my intentions." Amelia snickered.

"Well, the boys are hardly confrontational, neither is Stoker, for that matter." She settled before giving Charley a stern look. "So what exactly are your intentions, Charlene?"

She thought hard about it. Of course her true intentions were to try and safe her boys from hurt and heartbreak, if she could. But, she couldn't very well admit that when she had only known the boys for this short time. She also had to consider her story for why she was here. Saying she merely wanted revenge on the fish-faces seemed….vile almost. Sure, the bros had more than once reveal their disdain for the Plutarkians, especially Limburger, but as she thought back on the numerous battles between the bros and Limburger, she realized something. The bros never aimed to kill Limburger. With their bikes and skills, they had the ability, the motive and the opportunity to do so many times. Yet, the furthest they would go, was destroy his plans, and his building. Their plan was to capture Limburger, to give him a fair trial on Mars. They never attempted to take justice into their own hands.

Perhaps it was a trait that only her bros had, but looking back at the brief meetings she had with the other Freedom Fighters in the past, including Stoker, Rimfire and Carbine, they also seemed to follow some type of moral code that stopped them from killing. The Stalkers were a good example. They had nearly killed Rimfire and the bros, yet after the fight, all the bros did was tie them up so Rimfire could take them to Mars to face justice.

Then something clicked. On one of the first few days of the bros being on earth, they had seen a news report of a live bank robbery that was underway. When one of the robbers had been shot, the bros had visibly flinched, which Charley noticed. When questioned they explained that while they understood the need to protect the rest of the civilians, they always hated the idea of someone dying in the process. To them, that man was still someone's son, husband, father, and now that person was dead, with no chance of ever being given a trial. Guilty by default because he had been killed in a gunfight. The atmosphere had been tense for a while before they changed the channel.

Charley reached an epiphany. If she wanted the mice to trust her, she would have to show that she was capable of seeing things from their point of view. In their eyes, what the Plutarkians were doing wasn't right, but at the same time, the Mice were not going to stoop to their levels and start killing left and right. They were going to settle this in the way they deemed was right and fair.

So, taking a deep breath, Charley gave Amelia her answer.

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Throttle glanced at his mom and Charley as they left the kitchen, wondering what his mother was up to. She seemed to like Charley over lunch, but then again, he and the bros had done most of the talking. Modo sidled up next to him with a cloth and started drying the dishes he had already washed.

"Think she's gonna interrogate her?" He asked. Throttle sighed.

"I hope not. You know what she's like though. I just hope Charley can handle her." Vinnie placed the plates that he had taken from Charley down before moving to put the plates away. Throttle noticed that Vinnie was a bit stiff. "You ok there, little bro?" Vinnie paused for a moment, before his shoulders slumped.

"It's just….are we really sure about this?" Modo and Throttle turned to face their bro. He looked back at them with a hurt look. "I mean, Charley is still an alien. She has no reason to help us other than getting back at the Plutarkians. So why try and be our friend?" He added the last part softy. Throttle and Modo both glanced at each other. It was true, they had wondered why Charley was trying so hard to get along with them. She hardly had any reason to. So, why did she care so much? Vinnie rubbed the back of his neck looking guilt-ridden before he said it. "Are we sure we can trust her?" No one answered, but they quickly finished the dishes and began to make their way to the living room, when his mother's voice made them stop.

"So what exactly are your intentions, Charlene?" The bros all looked at each other before glancing into the room. Charley's back was to them as she sat on the sofa with Amelia looking at her. They watched as Charley took a deep breath and lifted her head.

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"At first, it was just about getting back at the Plutarkians for what they did to me. But then I noticed how…human the Fighters were. I mean, they aren't human obviously but…they were so different compared to the Plutarkians. They…cared. I started to see the bros as more than just aliens fighting a war. They reminded me so much of my best friends on Earth, that I started to care for them. And then they stood up for me when I messed up the recon mission. I decided that, I wanted to fight for them. The Plutarkians are ruining this planet, and I don't want anyone to suffer any more for their actions. If I can help stop them, I will." Charley kept her head up as she looked Amelia dead in the eye throughout her speech. The Martian female watched her for a moment, before smiling and looking behind her. Charley's brow furrowed and she glanced behind her. The bros were standing in the doorway, mouths agape as they stared at her. She quickly cleared her throat and stood up brushing her hair behind her head. "I…uh…I'm gonna go and…check on the bikes. Lady sounded a little…funny…on the way here…"

She turned to head out of the living room, when Vinnie rushed at her and pulled her into a hug, followed closely by Modo and Throttle. She swallowed hard and bit her cheek to try and keep the tears from falling as she hugged them back. Throttle pulled back a bit.

"Thanks, Charley-girl." He said, his voice rough with emotion. Charley nodded and snuggled into the hug more. They pulled back once Amelia cleared her throat.

"Well I don't know about you lot, but I am feeling a bit worn out from all the excitement. I think I'm gonna go lie down for a while before dinner. You guys can keep yourselves busy until then." She said with a smile as she left. The room. Charley smiled as the bros all pulled back from the hug, smiling.

"So, do you guys wanna help me upgrade the bikes?" Vinnie immediately perked.

"The new laser cannon?" he asked excited, making his bros chuckle. Charley smiled.

"Unfortunately, I had to leave that at base, but we can still work on the rest of your weapons till I can install them when we get back." Vinnie deflated just a little, but he shrugged smirked.

"Oh well, I can wait."

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Amelia walked to her room smiling as she went. Charlene Davidson was really a character. One that is bound to be a good influence on the boys. That being said, if she was going to stick with the bros, she was going to need something. She quickly snuck into her room and opened the comms line.

"Amelia, what a surprise, how are you doing dear?" An elderly white mouse answered on her end of the comms, smiling as she adjusted her spectacles over her red eyes. She was wearing a brown t-shirt with a lighter tan sweater. Amelia smiled at her.

"I'm doing very well, Nora." She waited until the other end of the comms connected. A grey mouse, closer to Amelia's age, answered. Her grey hair was piled into a bun on her head, wearing a red dress with a white collar.

"Oh, hello Amelia, Nora. Are you both doing alright?" Cynthia asked as she smiled gently.

"Doing well, the boys are paying me a visit." Amelia informed them. Both Cynthia and Nora seemed confused.

"Aren't they supposed to be with the Freedom Fighters?" Nora asked. Amelia shook her head.

"Apparently, they stood up for their new team mate after she attempted to sabotage the Plutarkian machinery while on a recon mission. Stoker decided that they had to take the next two weeks off. I suspect they will be visiting you two next soon." She explained.

"Oh, a new team mate? Do we know her?" Cynthia asked. Amelia beamed.

"Here's the kicker. She's and Earther." She watched the astonished looks on her friend's faces.

"An Earther? How is she even on Mars?" Cynthia asked, clearly nonplussed. Amelia's smile faded at this.

"The Plutarkians kidnapped her from Earth. She managed to escape them, and Stoker decided she would be a good match for the bros. Honestly, I think she's already a good influence on them. Wait until you meet her. This actually brings me to why I called you." Her facial expression changed to a scheming look. Cynthia and Nora had curious looks.

"We're listening, dear."

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Sorry about the long wait guys, I had to work on my uni stuff for the last few weeks. Even in a lock-down, I've still gotta work. Will still be continuing this story as often as I can! Please review!