Tailspin

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: 6

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. Also the lack of reviews and feedback on my story is fairly
depressing. I know you lot are reading this. I get plenty of view hits. Just no
reviews. So please help me stay with this project by telling me what you think.
Constructive criticism is always welcome. Flames get blasted by Vinnie, Throttle
or Modo.

Vinnie watched as his bro's separated. Modo going outside and Throttle to the
kitchen.

For a moment he didn't know what to do, and when Vincent doesn't know what to
do, he gets obnoxious.

Vincent completely missed the looks he was receiving as he was hanging over
the bar, trying to listen in on the conversation going on in the kitchen.

Stoker smiled briefly over Vinnie's actions. Hopefully Vincent was smart
enough to grab this opportunity and run with it. Then he didn't have to feel so
guilty over falling in love with Carbine. He hadn't planned it, it had just
happened. They were working on a family too, but that would be news for some
other time. no need to stomp all over Throttles heart after breaking it after
all.

Vinnie wasn't satisfied of how much he could hear, so silently he snuck
closer to the kitchen door. Still completely oblivious to all the eyes following
him.

Rimfire was looking puzzled at uncle Vinnie. Well technically he wasn't an
uncle, but his uncle had a friend-bond with him so that made him family by
default. Why was Vinnie acting so weird, almost as if he didn't realize all the
people there. Then again, uncle Vinnie had pulled some weird shit before. like
that joke about tight leather pants. He still didn't get it.

Vinnie was now next to the kitchen door and slowly, hopefully with not to
much sound he pushed the door open so he could listen in on the conversation....

"I didn't have the heart to hurt you then. But I can't
pretend Throttle. Our relationship went down hill from the moment you asked me
to bond while we were in the middle of a war. I... I'm sorry Throttle. I do love
you, but not as a lover. Not anymore. I hope we can stay friends, al though I
doubt it. There never was a strong link between us as there were between you,
Vinnie and Modo."

Vinnie's eyes went wide. Throttle wasn't bonded to Carbine? That meant he had
a shot. Ok it would be a long-shot, but a shot none the less.

And Vinnie always loved a challenge.

Vinnie was about to move away from his position by the door when...

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

Before Vinnie had a chance to react Throttle had already pushed the kitchen
door open. It was one of those swing doors that go both ways. And right now, it
went smack, right in to Vinnie's nose.

Vinnie grabbed his nose, but the pain in his nose was nothing compared to the
pain stabbing through the bond. It took only half a moment to identify the source
as being Modo, followed by an answering pain from Throttle as well.

Vinnie was the last one to arrive outside. Only to witness the most heart wrenching
sight of his life.

Never had he seen such anguish on a face, and he could feel it too. Throttle
was already at Modo's side, trying to get the big strong mouse to release the
body in his arms, while at the same time hugging him for comfort.

Two steps and Vinnie was there as well. One hand painstakingly prying Modo's
fingers off his mothers corps, one hand softly caressing Modo's cheek and a tail
moving up and down over Throttles back to comfort him as well.

It took Vinnie and Throttle a little while to get Modo to let go, but when he
did they ended up in one of the fiercest group hugs they had ever had. Clinging
to each other to make the pain bearable.

After Modo had let go, sergeant Scabbard took charge of the rest of the
customs that had been tradition with a death, before the war. During the war,
there had been no time to go to such lengths. But now, they would. If only to
honor the toughest mouse that had been on the planet.

Most of the death ceremony went unnoticed by the three mice who were still
clinging to each other an hour later.

It was Rimfire who was elected to get the mice for the final part. When Modo noticed
he fussed that he hadn't even had time to put on the outfit he had brought for
it. But his bro's assured him that his Momma wouldn't have minded it at all.

Four mice crossed the old road and went to where a huge fire was burning.
Where the wood had come from they would never know.

Sergeant Scabbard and Stoker lifted the wooden plank with on it Momma's
corps. And placed it in the heart of the fire.

The fire quickly took hold on the body, it being covered in a special oil
mix. The whole body as well as the clothing were drenched in the mix.

The reason for that was two fold, one it made to so the smell of the burning
corps would not be so very foul. And two, it made everything burn faster and
fiercer so that in no time there would be nothing left but ashes.

The fire would be left to burn until it would be completely burned out. then
the direct family would pour water over the ashes. So that their beloved one
would be one with Mars once again.

Modo, Vinnie and Throttle stood there, watching the flames. They stood there
for hours, even as everybody else had already gone inside to eat dinner.

Neither of the three were hungry. They were thinking.

Thinking of the past, how they had met, how they had grown their friendship,
how they had fought in the war and how they had ended up on earth.

But also, they were thinking of the future, what would happen now, what would
their next action be after the final water was poured.

But one thing was certain, it would be a long while before the pain would
stop being so all consuming.

TBC...