Alrighty! This update is way overdue….for me, atleast. I'd also like to point out that this chapter may seem shorter, but it has come to my attention that sometimes Fanfics need chapters like this. To build up the tension, and give off a bit more information. Though, I still put in the humor…can't forget that.
You all don't know how pleased I am to have caught you by surprise with the whole 'Streak' thing. Gender-Bending is always fun for the whole family! XD Er, right…Besides that, I'm really happy cause I just read FairDrea's 13th chapter…WOOO DOGGY that's a goodin'! Woah. Why did I just turn southern? ….ANYWAYS! On with the chapter.
Oh, and thanks for your support guys! You all rock!
Disclaimer: I don't own Biker Mice From Mars, because if I did, FairDrea would make up a whole new season! I do, however own Streak, Motor Mouth, Julie, and Ms. A….so noooo touchy without asking…
After Julie calmed, everyone moved into the kitchen area, and settled down. They didn't speak, all contemplating what had happened. From what the mice could tell, they had a heck of a mission on their hands. Though, Vinnie and Modo waited for Throttle to speak. He was the one who always came up with the plans.
The mouse in question was leaning against the counter, head bent, holding his chin in thought. His eyes were closed behind his trademark glasses, and only the occasional noise from an impatient Motor Mouth reached his ears. His eyes snapped open, however, when someone slammed their fist on the table.
"This is takin' too damn long!" Streak was standing, braids loose and falling over her shoulders. She glared at Throttle, instantly realizing that he was the leader of the mice. "My momma could be dyin' and yer just sitting there, day dreamin!"
Motor Mouth patted her hand, "Shh…he's thinking of a plan!" she reprimanded her half-sibling.
This sent the woman into frenzy, "Who do ya tink ya are?" She growled at the child, yanking her hand away, "And don' touch me! You know I hate dat!"
A large hand rested on her shoulder, causing her to snap around. Modo narrowed his eye at her, "That'd be enough, ma'am." He rumbled in warning.
"Yeah, yeah…Back off Chuck E. Cheese…" Streak threw his hand off of her, and she stormed out of the kitchen, ranting and raving under her breath. Julie let out a worried whine, and followed her friend.
When they left, Vinnie let out a low whistle, "Wow…She's got issues." He blinked at the glare Motor Mouth sent him. "What'd I say?"
"Vinnie…just…shut up." Charlie moaned, covering her face with her hand. That Streak girl was starting to give her a headache. First she dumps the kid on her, and now she didn't even have the decency to act ashamed. And that name…
"Why do you guys call her 'Streak' anyway?"
Motor Mouth winced, as if she had been struck, "…You don't wanna know…" She mumbled, shaking her head slowly. This only caused the other's to become curious.
Modo quirked a brow, kneeling so that he was closer to her, "Go on Lil' Mouth…You can tell us…"
"Nuh Uh! And Streak'd get mad at me…" Her eyes turned into dinner plates as she thought of her sister's rage.
Vinnie flashed the child a smirk, "C'mon, you can tell me, right?"
"Weeeeeell…"
"It's cause she's a former gang member…Her full name's Blood Streak." Julie crossed her arms in the doorway, shooting a glare at the prying white mouse. "And that's all you need to know."
"Charlie started it!" He pointed at the female mechanic.
The accused gasped, "Hey!"
"I don't care who started it…I just want you to hurry up and make a plan before a very upset woman goes out there and kills herself!" The former-barkeeper pointed at Throttle, a fierce expression on her face. In all of her years of knowing Streak, she had never seen her so worked up. Though, who could blame her?
Charlie scoffed, "Oh yeah, she really seems torn up…Between the yelling and threats you can really tell…"
Modo blinked, paying close attention to the child next to him. Motor Mouth had begun to fidget, making small noises and humming slightly. It looked like she was thinking really hard, and looked up, catching his eye.
He rested a hand on her head, "Somthin' on your mind, Lil' Mouth…?"
Pursing her lips together, the child twiddled her fingers together, before speaking. "Well…Streaks so mean. She's never been nice to me, and she always says that she hates me…" she paused, thinking of what else to say.
Slowly, Modo was beginning to feel a familiar anger. Woman or no, Streak really had problems. Who could put a child through that kind of torture? He clearly saw that the woman was not very trusting, and always seemed angry. Though somehow, Julie had gotten through to her and had become her friend. He complimented the pale female; he wouldn't have had the patience.
"…but she does love me. I know she loves mommy more, and that's why we gotta save her." Somehow, Motor Mouth was explaining this without shedding a tear. It made her mature beyond her years. "And I think…we should just break in, and take my mommy back!" She slammed her hand on the table. It took a few seconds, but she scrunched her face up, and waved the same hand around, "Owy! I don't know why you guys keep doing that!"
"Well, I can't come up with anything better." Throttle shrugged, exchanging glances with his bro's. They had charged in before, and this time wouldn't seem that different. "So, it's just a retrieval mission…Get in, Get her, and we're out to destroy Limburger another day…"
Vinnie looked like it had suddenly become Christmas, "With lots of explosions, and near death experiences?"
"You got it bro…"
"Yes!" the white mouse pumped his fist into the air.
Charlie and Julie rolled their eyes, and sighed. They were more alike than either of them would have liked. For some reason, the brown haired woman couldn't trust the mechanic. She just couldn't. The same went for Charlie. Little did the two know, that it was a white furred tension brewing between them.
"I'm comin' wif ya." Streak's voice held the constant anger, and wasn't a request, but a statement.
Modo narrowed his eye at her, "No way. You can stay here with Lil' Mouth."
"Her name's Motor Mouth and she's comin' too!" The woman placed her hands on her hips, glaring right back at him.
Vinnie looked at them, and backed out of the way. It was as if they were shooting lasers through their eyes, and he didn't want to get caught in them. Neither of them blinked, nor backed down.
"There's no way I'm lettin' you take her…It's too dangerous. You ain't even coming!" The gray mouse pointed out, eye starting to glow.
"Oooh! Look at the big bad mouse…Listen here, rodent…" Her eyes flashed, and her voice was like venom, "You couldn't stop me if you tried. Besides, if ya did, I'd have to blow off your private part with Jule's gun! So just tuck yourself in between your legs, and back off!"
Throttle winced at her words, and walked in between the two, hands up, "Watch it! Words do enough damage…we don't need you starting a brawl." He was worried about Modo, that mouse could kill the girl without thinking about it. That wasn't something his bro needed on his conscience.
The goliath of the mice was in shock. Never in his life had he heard a female talk like that, with such a crude manner. Funny thing was, she didn't even need to cuss to stun him. He blinked, face still set into a scowl, and crossed his arms. He didn't have anything to say to her….nothing that could be said in front of a minor. As far as this mouse was concerned, Streak wasn't a lady anymore.
Vinnie's jaw had dropped at her words, and he closed it with a snap. She scared him; plain and simple. He blinked as giggling wafted in the air, the owner trying hard not to let it be heard. Turning to stare at Julie, he raised a brow, "You…okay?"
The rooms' atmosphere turned from anger to confusion, when the brunette burst out laughing. She collapsed to the floor, arms around her stomach. It took a few minutes, but she soon realized that everyone's attention was focused on her. "What? S'funny…" Julie giggled again.
Streak crossed her arms, and glared at her, "What is?" foot tapping in annoyance; she couldn't see anything funny.
"That's the longest a guy's ever argued with you, without getting hurt!"
"..."
Everyone was silent, faces blank.
Julie stared at them, and huffed, shrugging as she stood. "Hey, I thought it was a riot."
Motor Mouth rolled her eyes, "You would…"
"Shut it, Booger!"
Shaking his head, Throttle regained his composure. "Okay…" he looked back at Streak, who had walked over to her friend and was clobbering her in the head. It was obvious she was a fighter. Her lean body shape also suggested that she rode a bike frequently. The tan mouse didn't see any down side on having her help them out. Except that Modo would have a cow, and that Motor Mouth would have to come along.
"Well, Streak ma'am….Looks like you're comin' with us…" He began, and was interrupted by the same person he was trying to be civil too.
"Damn strait I'm comin'!" She scoffed, as if him doubting her going for a second was preposterous.
"Right. But I'm afraid the kid can't come…" He finished.
"What?" Motor mouth and her sibling both yelled at him, clearly outraged.
"Why not?" The child ventured.
Her half-sister interrupted, as it seemed to be her forte. "This is just as much her fight as it is mine!"
Vinnie scratched his chin, noticing the change in Streak. She had gone from repelling the small child, to defending her. He being the only level headed one at the moment, (a shock within itself) the white Martina was probably the only one to notice this.
Julie had been surprisingly quiet, and snapped her fingers. "Got it! You guy's don't usually take Charlie with you, right?" she wasn't surprised when they stopped fighting to blink at her in confusion.
"No…" Modo answered, wondering where the brunette was going with this.
She continued, "Well, if me n' Charlie come along, we can keep an eye on Booger. Then Streak can help you guys with saving Ms. A, not worrying about the kid."
Throttle raised a brow, "Why don't you and Motor Mouth stay here?"
Julie gasped, "Are you kidding? And miss out on that kind of fun? I was gonna go anyway…" She shrugged, as if it were obvious.
Charlie was beginning to like this plan. Even though she loathed Julie and Streak. She sympathized with the guys; they were so used to just them, having extra people would throw them off. But, the need to join them in one of their little adventures, that seemed to weight out her responsible side. "I'm going with Julie here…"
"Thanks, smexy…" She winked at the woman, which caused everyone to stare…Yet again. Though the barkeep thought it was because of the tension between the two of them. Julie then realized that what she had done might have seemed odd to strangers. She'd clear that up in a second, though.
"Oh, I didn't mention, did I?" Julie placed a finger to her lips, "Just a head's up…I'm a bisexual."
Vinnie blinked, "…That's always good to know…" it was clear that this little tidbit unnerved him.
Streak clapped her hands rather loudly, and grinned maliciously when she saw many of the rooms occupants jump. "Okay, we got the plan, now let's go." And without another word, she was off to the Garage.
Sitting there was a Harley, in all its glory. A Midnight blue with chrome here and there, it seemed plain, but was still beautiful. She hopped onto it, donning the same helmet she had worn earlier. Looking back as Julie leapt onto her Forest Green racing bike, she gave her friend a thumbs up.
When Motor Mouth tried to hop onto the back of Streak's bike the woman growled, "Nope. Go hitch a ride with Jule's…I've got business to take care of." She started her bike, a cool smirk finding its way onto her face. "Puurrrrr….I love how she does that…"
Charlie was on her own bike, and waited for the mice to get onto theirs. When they were ready to go, she pressed a button, and the Garage door opened.
"Okay, Roll out!" Streak called, to the surprise of Charlie and the guys.
Vinnie let out a chuckle, and shook his head, "Swe- Er…Streak. We got another sayin' here in Chi-town…" He nodded to his tan bro, who took the hint.
"Alright guys…" he revved up his engine, "Let's Rock…!"
All but Julie and Streak answered, "…N' Ride!"
As they tore down the street, heading towards Limburger tower, she couldn't help but snicker. 'Rock N' Ride..? ….I like that…I like it a lot.'