Tailspin

=Legal Disclaimer=

Biker Mice from Mars doesn't belong to me.

In fact I don't know who all DO own them, but it sure isn't me.

If it had been me the series would have been NC-17, the plot would be more than
"mice save the world by blowing stuff up" and have more nudity.

It also would have run far longer than just 3 seasons and would have aired late
at night when all the kiddies are in bed.

But alas, they don't belong to me.

But then you knew that already, its implied in the word FAN-Fiction.

Meaning made by a fan, thus not by the real owners.

And because I'm not the real owner, it also means I can't make any money from
this.

But then you also knew that too.

In fact you also know that the characters from the series also don't belong to
me, and that I'm just borrowing them for my own sick pleasure.

But that doesn't matter, because you're reading this because its YOUR sick
pleasure too.

There is just one last thing I like to add to this ridiculously long disclaimer.
And that's the following:

Any and all original characters portrayed in this fanfic are not to be copied
without express permission from the author, under penalty of a stern talkin' to.

This last bit was not of my own creation either, I'm not that original.

The quote comes from this site: http://home.iprimus.com.au/vpolitis/raichu/fanfics/disclaimers.html
and its from Badgequest:
"If At First You Don't Succeed..." by Cyberwraith9

Yes I know that's pokemon, but if you didn't know that pokemon is evil and
will come at you from all directions while you sleep, then I think you don't
know much at all.

And no I don't own pokemon either, all though why that is relevant in a
disclaimer for a fanfic about mice from mars I really don't know.

And now a small recap: I don't own Biker Mice from Mars.

I know I've said that already, but its a long disclaimer so I needed to state it
again.

And now to the important stuff.

Title: Tailspin

Chapter: 5

Author: DBZVelena

Series: Biker Mice from Mars.

Pairing: Throttle/Vinnie, hinted at other possible pairings.

Warnings: This is SLASH fanfiction, if you don't know what that means, go away.
If you read anyway and after decide to flame me, I'll laugh at your idiocy. You
have been warned. In this chapter there mentions of death, but just natural
death. Everything grows old and dies some time you know. (The Gundam Wing fandom
excluded, that one is immortal) So I advise to grab some tissue before reading
the coming chapters. Also a note: in this story the Plutarkians took a whole lot
longer to get Mars than is implied in the series. Why? Because its more likely
than a "they got mars in 2 years" kind of thing. I mean, look at how
long its taking them to get earth... *grins*

A/N: Sorry that this took a few days. I was busy and I only have 6 hours a
day to cook, clean, cater my slash/yaoi addiction, care for my cat, chat with my
b/f, etc.

And now..... Lets start the story!

Modo stepped out of the diner, carrying his beloved Momma.

"Where to Momma?"

Modo looked down at the precious bundle in his arms.

"Please go to where I can see the road and the plains."

So Modo took his mom to the edge of the road. At that moment the sun was
going down while illuminating Mars' two moons, making them look far bigger than
they were.

*sigh* "Thank you sweetie. I wanted to see the road and plains one last
time. Your sister has had me cooped up inside for weeks. But lets get down to business.
Please put me down Modo."

Modo obeyed and carefully put his Momma on the ground, holding her up with
his tail so she wouldn't fall, but still be standing on her own legs.

"Modo, sweetie. Do you remember your father? I know you were very young
when he died, but do you remember him?"

Modo looked out over the planes.

"Yea, I think I can remember just a little bit of him. I think we
planted that tree behind the house together. I remember him always with dirt on
his hands from working in the garden."

Momma smiled. "Yes, that was your father. Mars' best biologist, botanist
and collector of bio-samples. And it was that hobby that eventually killed him.
He wanted to get a bio-sample from a Sabre-squid. From what I had heard, he had
thought that the young ones would be less dangerous. He was right, but forgot
that the parents are more dangerous. And thus he got eaten."

Another sigh. "You know, you look very much like your father. He was big
and strong too. That was what first made me fall for him. That and his smile. It
wasn't until later that I found out that he wasn't a biker as I first had
thought. He was the only guy that could sing "Moon over Olympus Mons."
completely without going off key. Earned him self lots of free meals in those
early days. Back when my mom, your grandmother was still running this
place."

Modo smiled, he didn't have many memories of his parents together. So for
Momma to share stories was very nice to him.

"In some ways my only regret is that we never had a love bond. But he
insisted that his work was to dangerous to risk it. Good thing too, don't know
what would have happened to you and your sister, if I had died then. But enough
talk of the past. Modo I want to give you something. Its really your inheritance
from your father. I'm sure you'll know what to do with it."

The Momma took the chain from her neck and handed it along with the key on it
to Modo.

"This key goes to the door in the side of the cliff. You know that's
where your father had his work space. Its not been opened in over 20 years, but I'm
sure you'll know what to do with his Bio-sample collection."

Modo's eyes widened. Because he remembers suddenly something his father had
said before he left to never come back. He had said that his collection was
almost complete and only needed those last samples. So that in the case of a
natural disaster, Mars could be rebuild using the collection.

"Momma you should give this to Carbine. She knows how to use such a
collection. I'm just a biker mouse, good only for fighting."

Momma shook her head. "Modo, dearest. I'm giving it to you because that
is what your father would have wanted. Its yours to do with whatever. If you
want to give it to Carbine, that's your choice. Now I want you to know, when I'm
gone. The diner goes to your sister, My old bike goes to Sedrick Scabbard, I'm
sure he'll know somebody who can use it. And my cooking books are for you. Maybe
you'll finally eat something more healthy than hotdogs and root beer."

Now Modo couldn't stop the tears anymore. "Momma don't talk like that,
you still have a long life ahead of you."

Momma caressed her son's cheek. "Ow Modo, don't lie to your self. I'm
old, very old. Sometimes I wish that I hadn't waited so long to have kids. But
I-wish-es and if only's are pointless. There is a time when an old bike simply
can't be fixed anymore. Same goes for mice too. Death is a part of life, you
can't out-run it, hide from it or even keep replacing old parts for new in hopes
that it will keep going. At some point nature will say stop. And all we can do
is accept it. So my baby-boy, I don't want you to morn me for too long ok? I'll
be in the red Martian sky finally reunited with your father. And we'll ride all
across the red skies together. Riding until we'll see you again. Now why don't
we watch the sun go down together like we used to once more alright sweetie?"

Modo smiled a broken half smile through his tears an nodded. Together they
turned towards the sun as she slowly sun below the horizon. It took a lot longer
here than back on earth Modo realized. But the view was still breathtaking, and
with a little imagination he could again see pink fields reaching as far as the
eye could see. Together they stood there watching the sun disappear. Modo didn't
notice his Momma's eyes closing with the last sunrays, for the very last time.
But he did notice it when she collapsed. Catching her just in time. Not noticing
until he had lowered her body to the ground that she had left the world of the
living, to go riding with his father in the afterlife.

"NOOOOOO!!!!! MOMMA!!!!! DON'T LEAVE ME!!!!!!!"

In
no time everybody was standing outside. Surrounding a sobbing Modo, holding his
Momma's lifeless body clutched to himself.

TBC.