Mirage
By Crystal
October 2000.

I do not own the Biker Mice From Mars and I do not make any money from writing this. All I get is own really good shot of laughter that I choose to share with my friends. There is some content that should not be read by children even if it's got no real sex.

Introduction:

Last chance garage office, late Tuesday night, Charley was at her desk going through the bills, again. Seemed that was all she could do for the last 3 days. Then again, when you had less money then creditors, you expect to do a lot of juggling with the numbers! No matter how she lined up the numbers, they always told her the same thing: �You're broke babe!'. The garage was not the most popular spot right now and what she did could barely cover her needs not the needs of 3 martian mice plus the repairs to their bikes, gas, the ammunition and the little extras they sometimes came up with. She loved them dearly and all the things they did for the planet was worth the trouble and more but she had to admit she was in more trouble then she could take. Sure, she knew a way to make more money, a way that she secretly loved but ... No, there was no way she could do it. The guys would never let her do it and going secretly out of the house was almost impossible. She looked at the book in front of her and sighed, What was she ever going to do? As if to tempt her eyes went to the chest in the corner of her office. The content of the chest was the answer to her problems and she knew it. Inside it was a past she had thought dead, forgotten with the arrival of the mice but she knew it had to return to keep this world together. She walked over to the chest as she puled out a key from inside her desk. Her hands caressed the old wood and her smile became a bit more dangerous. The guys had asked many time what was in it and she always found a way not to answer. They had threaten her to keep her more out of fights, sweet talk her and even tried to trick her to tell but she had just smiled and left. If they had known what was inside this chest, they might have had a heart attack! The chest opened and from it she pulled a little black book.

'Watch out Chicago, Mirage is back in town!'



Chapter one

Friday night, last chance garage. The guys had just blown Limburger Tower and stopped the Plutarkians from destroying a small forest. This, as always, way enough to make 3 mice party, especially since there was a football game a Quigley Field!. They were about to talk Charley into joining in when she said: "Have fun guys, I'm going to see an old friend of mine in town." Vinnie looked at her with strange look and asked: "Old friend? How come you didn't tell us about her?"

Charley stared at him dangerously and replied: "I didn't know I had to tell you everything DAD. I had a life before you guys you know Vincent. I go as I see please." And with that she turned her back on them and went upstairs to take a shower. She was mad at him for trying to keep her locked up here but she wished she didn't have to lie to them. "Like they would understand that!" she whispered to herself as the cool water fell on her tired body.

Downstairs, the guys were looking at each others wondering what had come over sweet Charley. Sure, Vinnie's jealousy attack wasn't called for, especially since Vinnie never tried to talk about his feeling toward her but that was no reason to jump at them like that.
Throttle: "Didn't know you had such a jealous streak bro. Something you're not telling us young Vincent?"
Modo: "Yeah, is it time for us to have that talk about the birds and the bees?"
Vinnie had the decency to blush as this new facet of his character showed up.
Throttle: "From the looks on his face, we're too late Modo."
Vinnie: "Hey! I know how to behave! And no, I don't need that talk Modo. Unlike you, I know how a lady is made from up, close and personal relation."

Throttle sensed Modo getting ready to jump on Vinnie so he just got between the two and said: "No fighting here guys or we can say hello to an other week of cooking for ourselves. Remember the last time? Better let her cool her jets down tonight. We can always try to smoothen things out tomorrow."

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