(W.W.T) here and I'm finally done with the next chapter, I'm a little tired so I'm going to keep this intro brief .I've had the best and worst of times writing and editing this chapter but unlike Charles Dickens who wrote A Tale of Two Cities. I am not paid per word. In fact I'm not paid to write this at all it's just something I've made up for my own entertainment and decided to share for fun. I know the concept of the guys being sensitive to heat isn't a new one. I've read plenty of drabbles and fics with that particular theme. I think it's even referenced In the third biker scholars amazing fic The First. I just don't recall what chapter since it has 74 of them there's also a funny one shot by Intrepidewarriors called Drizzle & sizzle that's pretty cute and funny. Oh also as far as I know there is no Chicago aspiring talent corporation I made it up (C.A.T. corp. get it?) *cough cough * my poor puns aside please enjoy the story.
This of course leads us to the disclaimer
Disclaimer: I don't actually Own Bmfm outside of a few comics Vhs's and recently thanks to amazon all three seasons on DVD in French.(and yes my computer can play region 2 disks) I make no money from this story. It and the Oc's involved are just the result of my overactive and sometimes twisted imagination. Also I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors in advance.
"Also I would like to leave a special thanks to Youkai55 for the advice and review it was appreciated"
Chapter 3 ( One week since you looked at me cocked your head to the side and said Dude your furry)
[Chair One week later]
Chair wrinkled her nose at the rank sent of burnt egg filling the small living space as she desperately tried to pry the apartment's only window open in an attempt to air out the room.
(At least before a fire alarm went off somewhere else in the building) Chair thought.
Having already silenced the banshee shrills of her own small store bought smoke detector by ripping out its batteries when she couldn't find the off button.
Giving up on the window Chair made her way over to the door.
Propping it open with the beat up folding auditorium seat she kept next to it and Praying the scent of her failed attempt to microwave an omelet, wouldn't cause anyone stepping out into the stairway to call the fire department.
Chair Leaned up against the wall next to the open door with the doomed hope of getting some fresh air.
(Well so much for that great idea) Chair thought sarcastically trying not to gage as the smell of charbroiled yolks mixed with mold perfumed air from the stairway.
Grabbing her keys off the bent nail she had hammered next to the door for them.
Chair pulled the door shut behind her hoping that the brief bit of airing out had been enough,
to keep anyone from complaining to the landlord as she made her way down the stairs in a hurry to be on her way.
She had a potential job interview at 10:00 and it was already a quarter past nine. Chair new she should have been on her way at least twenty minutes ago but she had been starving.
In an attempt to further ration her dwindling food supplies. Chair had opted to skip dinner the night before,
With the plan to get up early and cook the last of the eggs that had survived the fall to the pavement earlier that week.
Thinking that having something substantial on her stomach might help with her concentration during the interview.
Only to end up sleeping through her alarm the next morning having tossed and turned most of the night.
The complaints of her empty stomach having kept her awake.
Thus, her harebrained idea to try nuking her breakfast this morning in an attempt to get something into her aching gut.
Now not only was she was running behind, she was twice as hungry then if she would have simply eaten the night before.
(Defiantly not one of my better plains)Chair thought belatedly, as she reached her truck door perspiration already causing the dress top she was wearing to stick to her uncomfortably.
“You'd think this heatwave could take a break for a bit” Chair said grumpily as she wrestled with the driver's side door.
Giving a frustrated growl When the door failed to respond even with the extra force she was putting behind her efforts to pry it open.
Throwing her hands into the air Chair stomped around and crawled in through the passenger side door sliding across the seat until she came to a stop behind the steering wheel.
Pausing a moment to try and straiten the absurdly tight and restricting skirt she'd squeezed into in an attempt to appear more professional at the interview.
Unable to tug it back into place while seated Chair gave up and fastened her seatbelt.
Happy that it at least didn't give her any trouble for a change that day, before pulling out onto the deserted street.
With the heatwave having spiked to temps in the hundreds by noon just in the last two days. Only those driven by necessity or desperation where bothering to venture out into the oven like temperatures.
Chair wasn't sure which of those two categories she fell into at the moment, but she was leaning towards desperate.
Chair looked up as she finished navigated some of the rougher patches of the street and caught sight of a few greyish clouds in the distance.
Mentally crossing her fingers as she refocused on the road in front of her,
“Come on Rain” Chair whispered as she pulled down the street that would take her to the building she was scheduled to have her interview in.
“No offense to Mr. Sunshine but we could use a break from all this extra attention we've been getting lately.” Chair muttered as she parked the truck.
Before climbing out of the passenger door again, tugging her skirt back into place as she hurried around the old ford towards the doors to the reception area.
“Please let me have made it here in time” she prayed out loud as she pulled open the glass door and stepped inside.
[Justice League announcer voice: Mean while at the Wrigley field scoreboardJ]
“We're going to bake to death” Vinnie stated miserably from his sprawled position in front of one of the fans the males had scattered around their hideout.
“If we could only be that lucky” Throttle muttered as he stood in front of the open door to the empty fridge the mice usually kept their root beers in desperately trying to cool himself down.
“How you holding up there bro?” Vinnie asked concernedly Glancing over at the other male,
With fur thicker and longer than either of the other two mice Throttle was taking the current heatwave the hardest.
“I'm hanging in there” Throttle said looking over his shoulder at the prone male draped limply across the couch.
“ How bought you?”
“ Need to switch off yet?” He asked gesturing to the fridge.
Vinnie stared at the open refrigerator door for a moment obviously tempted before flopping back down onto the couch and shutting his eyes.
“Nah! I'm good, besides you need it more than I do.” He said dismissively vaguely waving his arm in Throttles direction before readjusting the fan to blow more fully on him.
“Don't go trying to be all noble on me there Vincent” Throttle said with a laugh.
“Noble my furry backside I'm just too hot and tired to bother moving” Vinnie replied with a grin his eyes still closed.
Throttle chuckled before turning back into the cool draft from the open fridge door.
“You're not fooling me Vinnie but I'm still gonna take you up on the offer.”
“ Much more of this heat and I think my insides are going to boil out onto the floor” Throttle said leaning his head against the door frame with a groan.
“Well there's an attractive image for you” Vinnie said wrinkling his nose as he looked back over at his leader with a worried expression.
“Sorry I think the heats just getting to me” Throttle said with a tired sigh using his thumb and forefinger to rub at his eyes under his glasses.
“I'd have to agree with you there bro” Vinnie said sitting back up.
“Speaking of heat I wonder what's keeping Charley-girl and Modo with those parts for the new air conditioner”
he said glancing towards the entrance they usually used to get in and out of the scoreboard.
“I don't know” answered Throttle
“ but I hope they get back soon”
“ I'm not sure how much more of this I can honestly take” he said glancing in the white mouse's direction.
[Charley and Modo]
“Alright that should be all of it” Charley said setting a small box of parts into the back of her truck and wiping the sweat from her brow with a rolled up sleeve.
Turning Charley glanced up at Modo as he set down the Second air conditioning unit she had managed to sweet talk the price down on. When she gone in to find the parts she needed for the first one.
Charley frowned as she took in his haggard expression and the droop to his ears.
“ How you holding up there big guy?” She asked reaching up to rub his shoulder in concern.
Modo glanced down affectionately at the small female next to him as he replied.
“Don't look so worried. Charley I'm alright.”
“ I'll just be better when we can get back to the board and hook up these unites” He said with a smile gently covering her small hand with his mechanical one.
“The air works in the truck if you want to load your bike up in the back and try squeezing into the cab with me”
Charley said sliding her hand back down to his elbow and giving his arm a small tug in the direction of the truck.
“Thanks for that Charley girl.” Modo said eyeing the passenger side of the vehicle and mentally flinching at the thought of trying to fold his massive frame into the space in question.
“But I think that me an Lil Hoss will just meet you back at the board” Modo finished, whistling for Lil Hoss and giving Charley another smile as he climbed on.
“Well if you're sure” Charley said giving him one more concerned glance while walking around to driver side door and hoping in.
“I'll see you in a few then” She called out the trucks window as she pulled out onto the street ahead.
Laughing a few minutes later as her old truck was quickly over taken and passed by the burly Martian biker.
Who proceeded to show off for a few seconds before pulling ahead and disappearing down the road.
Rolling up the window Charley leaned back slightly and cranked the ac.
As she began humming one of the softer Guns and Roses songs that had been playing when the guys had turned on the radio that morning.
Absently singing one of the lines as she turned down one of the side streets to get to wriggly field.
“And it's hard to hold a candle” She sang softly slowing down slightly as her attention was momentarily caught by a women in a hiked up pencil skirt running full tilt down the sidewalk.
Chasing after what at first glance looked like a large dog carrying a shoe in its mouth. Only as Charley slowed to get a better look at it the less it resembled a dog and the more it took on the appearance of an ugly walking /running carpet that had been molded into the shape of a dog.
A jarring bounce from a small pothole refocused Charley's attention back on the road. When she glanced back around the odd duo had reached the end of the sidewalk and where rounding the corner out of sight.
“Well that's a little out of the ordinary” Charley muttered as she continued on her way down the street.
Then giving a little laugh, it said a lot about her life as of late when something like that barely registered on her Weirdar anymore.
Charley continued on, humming a few more lines from the song she had been singing earlier.
Modo pulled ahead of Charley Lil Hoss's powerful engine purring as she ate up the asphalt Feeling an excited tremor pass through the bikes frame.
Modo laughed while reaching out to give the bikes side an affectionate pat.
“Yeah I hear ya Hoss been feeling a bit cooped up lately huh girl?”
“Not much action these last few days I know”
“ Ole Fish face has been quite since we toppled his latest tower over, and with this fur frying heatwave going on we haven't exactly been getting out as much for rides.”
“You just hang in there girl”
“ Something or other will come up and the heat will pass soon” He said chuckling.
“And then before you know it we'll be back to our old routine tearing it up in no time flat” Modo finished grinning as he tightened his grip on Hoss's handlebars.
“Tell you what Lil Hoss how about we take the scenic route and let off a little steam before we get back to the field?” He asked revving the engine and turning down one of the roads that would have him circling around the backway to the field instead of heading directly there.
Feeling Hoss give a contented thrum as he increased his speed a bit.
Just then an orange blur burst from between a set of parked cars followed by a large Shaggy shape and two children, causing him to veer sharply to the side to avoid a collision with the odd bunch.
Modo swore in Martian righting his bike before turning back in time to see the smaller of the two children, who appeared to have hold of the beast's leash lose their desperate grip on it and fall face first into the pavement.
The biggest of the pair halting in their pursuit of what Modo assumed was a very large and extremely shaggy dog to bend down and help the littler one up.
Modo felt his heart clinch at the sight of the blood dribbling down the small face and chin from a busted lip.
Already in the process of turning his bike around as the injured child began to wail out their hurt to the world.
Pulling Hoss to the side Modo stepped off and quickly made his way over to the pair kneeling down to their level when they looked up at him nervously.
“Hey there” he said trying to hunch down to appear less intimidating.
“Everybody Ok?” He asked, even though he could see the little one wasn't, he still felt it needed to be asked.
“We lost Mickey and Morse fell down” the older of two (a little girl) said sniffling as she tugged the smaller male child towards her.
“I see” said Modo turning his gaze to the little boy.
“ Morse huh?” He asked smiling warmly through his helmets visor at the child who by now had stopped crying.
Wide eyed the little boy stared up at the large biker before slowly nodding his head.
“Well nice to meet you Morse, I'm Modo.” Modo said warmly.
“ How about we get you two out of the road and then see what we can do about that dog of yours?” Modo asked as he helped the little girl (who introduced herself as Sarah) to move Morse to the opposite side of the street.
Modo quickly walked back to Lil Hoss to fetch an extra bandana he had tucked in a side compartment, to help clean the blood off Morse's face.
“Alright hold still for a second longer” Modo said as he gently wiped the last of the blood from the small freckle dusted skin of the child in front of him Careful not to brush against the fresh split in the lip above it.
“Ok” Modo said taking a step back.
“ I think I've got the gist of things but do ether of you want to give me the run down on what exactly just happened here?” He asked watching the children before him.
The little girl (Sarah) glanced down at Morse before looking back up at Modo.
“ I told mom that I could handle taking Mickey for his morning walk today.”
“An well…Morse really wanted to help so, I went ahead an let him hold the leash.”
“ Cause Mickey's usually really good on his walks and stuff.”
“Only there was this big ole tabby cat that ran out in front of us…Mickey don't hate cats and he never hurts 'em, but he likes to chase 'em”
“When he did Morse was too little to hold him” Sarah finished sadly as she looked down at the tear stained little boy beside her, Her own eyes starting to water.
“Hey, hey now! Hold on its ok!” Modo said with a slightly panicked tone, his hands hovering around the distraught children.
“But we lost MICKEY!” The little boy (Morse) cried out and finished on a Wail, his sobs steadily rising in pitch as he worked himself up into a state.
“Alright hold on, Its gonna be ok!”
“ Just let me think for a second” Modo said as he tried to sooth the child to no avail.
“Tell you what how about I see if I can't find him for you” Modo said patting the little boy on the shoulder as he slowly settled back down. His cries dissolving into wet hiccups.
“There we go deep breath” Modo said standing back up and glancing around for any sign of the dog.
“He couldn't have gotten far”
“ You two stay here and I'll take a quick look around to see If I can't spot him” Modo said before giving a whistle for Lil Hoss.
Modo turned back to give the children a wave as he climbed up on the bike. While they openly gaped up at him and the self-driving motor bike in surprise.
“I'll be right back” he called as he started down the road in the direction he thought he had seen the dog take.
“Did you see that?” Morse asked his sister as the bike and rider disappeared.
“Sure did” Sarah answered awe filling her voice.
“How do you think he got his bike to do that?” Morse asked looking up at her his eyes wide.
“Don't know maybe he's a magician or something” She said with a shrug still staring after the burly biker.
“I guess that makes sense, he did have on kinda funny clothes” Morse said looking back after him as well.
Chair made her way back past the snobby security guard. Who after wrinkling his nose in obvious disapproval at Chairs slightly sweaty blouse and wrinkled skirt had directed her to the room they were using to conduct the interviews for the position.
Finding the room after accidentally walking past it twice a nervous Chair afraid of being late had rushed inside.
Only to catch her heel on part of the door frame and fly through the air with all the grace of a duck shot from the sky.
To land flat on her face at the feet of the salt and pepper haired women in a pair of half-moon spectacles and pantsuit conducting the interviews.
Who proceeded to openly gape at Chair in shock as she flopped in an undignified heap on the floor.
The women continued to stare her eyes widening even further as a horizontal and frustrated Chair hampered by the restricting skirt.
Let out a stream of fowl mouthed language that would have been worthy off any ship bound sailor before finally managing to struggle to her feet.
An awkward silence then ensued as Chair and the Women regarded each other. Before a flushed an embarrassed Chair finally broke it.
“Hi I'm here for the 10:00 o'clock” she said stepping forward while attempting to smooth down the skirt. (that she fully intended to burn later)
“I see” said the women coming back to herself.
“Ah .. yes You must be Ms. Noble then.”
“ I'm Mrs. Deborah Nivea we spoke briefly on the phone yesterday I believe.”
“Um.. please have a seat won't you” she finished gesturing to a lime green vinyl armchair set across from a scuffed and slightly chipped wooden desk.
“Thank you” Chair said making her way over to the unattractive piece of furniture and sitting down.
Flinching as her settling weight caused the cheaply made cushion to let out a loud squeak followed by a hiss of air reminiscent of steam escaping an old locomotive.
“Now Ms. Noble tell ..” Mrs Nivea started.
“ Chair.” Chair said interrupting.
“Beg pardon?” Mrs. .Nivea said starring at Chair quizzically.
“My name…I mean that is I prefer to go by my first name which is Chair” Chair babbled nervously fidgeting slightly with the hem of her skirt.
“Oh!” Mrs. Nivea said blinking slowly.
“ I thought that I had been mistaken and that it was a typo of some kind from our paperwork department” She finished on a mildly horrified note.
Glancing down at one of the print outs sitting under her palm on the desk.
“No my name really is Chair” Chair said giving a nervous grin when Mrs. Nivea continued to stare at her mutely.
In an attempt at humor Chair added
“Well it could be worse at least my last name isn't Barcalounger” she finished with a forced laugh.
Chair felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she watched Mrs. Nivea's face take on that oddly cold distant look that people often adapted when they had already made a decision of the kind that never boded well for the person on the receiving end of it.
Walking back out of the building into the muggy mid-morning air, not even twenty minutes later.
Chair was more than certain that she had just bombed (as in failed on an atomic level) that particular job interview.
Not that she had actually wanted to work as a fill in receptionist for the Chicago aspiring talent corporation.
But it was a job and at this point what she wanted was out the window, because what she needed was a paycheck.
“Why can't just one thing go right?” Chair said on a sigh turning her face to stare up at the sky.
“Gee-gee if you can hear me up there could you please ask them to send something good my way.”
“ I'm starting to get a little desperate here and I could really use some help.” Chair said starring up into the cloudless sky.
(So much for the rain) she thought as she made her way down the steps and across the street to her truck.
Chair tiredly leaned her head against the driver side door as it suddenly occurred to her; that she was going to have to enter through the passenger side again.
Thumping her head in frustration lightly against the window with a dull thud before straightening back up,Chair began making her way listlessly back around the truck again.
“One thing, just one thing” she muttered as she started flipping through her keys as she made her way towards the opposite side of the vehicle.
During the course of her muttering Chair failed to notice, the large shaggy form barreling towards her on an obvious collision course.
An orange blur with stripes suddenly streaked between Chairs legs and vanished underneath her truck.
“What the hell!” a startled Chair said as she partially lost her balance and caught herself against the dinged side of the old ford.
Glancing down at the spot where the furry streak had disappeared behind the bottom left tire.
Straightening back up Chair had just enough time to register the sight of a very large Woolly shape hurtling towards her before it collided Knocking her flat for the second time that day.
Chair found herself staring up into the panting maw of what had to be the Hairiest dog she'd ever seen, as it half crouched half laid on top of her looking down into Chairs stunned expression with a pleased doggy smile.
Right before it proceeded to start licking Chair's face with an extremely wet and drool covered tongue.
“Ick gross!” Chair sputtered trying to simultaneously turn away from the slobbery barrage and shift the massive k-9 off her.
“ Or Girl!”
“ Or ugh!”
“ Heck whatever you are! …just get off of me!” Chair finished sliding out from under the hairy behemoth.
Chair managed to make it back to her feet as the excited dog continued to fawn and lean against her giving an excited woof!
As he wagged his tail and caveated around her feet. After standing back up Chair belatedly realized she was now missing one of her shoes.
Glancing around she noticed it on the ground about a foot behind the large dogs back leg.
As if syncing were her gaze was the bushy beast suddenly turned and also noticing the shoe let out another exuberant sounding woof!
Before turning and scooping it up in his mouth taking off down the sidewalk at a brisk gallop.
“Wait!” Chair yelled chasing after him.
Which seemed to be exactly what the dog wanted as it picked up speed tail wagging like a propeller as it proceeded to lead Chair in a merry(for it at least) game of keep away.
“Give that back!” Chair called after the retreating ball of fur.
As she gave pursuit quickly realizing she didn't stand a chance of catching him with the ridicules skirt restricting her movements.
Chair paused long enough to hike it up her thighs, well above what may have been considered decent.
Her skirt now more closely resembling a miniskirt than functional office wear but freeing up her legs for Chair to better chase after the escaping doggy shoe napper.
Chair had almost caught up to him even with her current lopsided gate from her missing shoe.
When he rounded the corner Chair gave desperate leap just barley managing to snag the end of the leather lead the dog was trailing behind him.
“Gotcha!” Chair crowed triumphantly as the large dog came to a sudden halt his escape hampered by her grip on the leash.
Turning to face her the dog gave Chair a rather indignant look before making his way back over to her and dropping a now drool drenched heel next to one of Chair's freshly scraped knees.
The dog woofed once his tail slapping out a happy beat as he panted merrily up into Chair's face before flopping down and placing his massive furry head on her lap.
Chair stared down at the shaggy creature with bewildered exasperation before reaching out to give the dogs head an awkward pat and scratch behind the ear.
“Guess you just wanted to play huh big guy?”
“ But were the hell did you even come from?” Chair asked looking around in confusion at the nearly deserted street.
Outside of a few people driving by in their cars there really wasn't anyone about that she could see.
She supposed the dog might have jumped from a moving vehicle if the window was down but none of the ones passing were giving any appearances of slowing down or stopping so Chair really didn't think that was it.
Chair began worrying her bottom lip with her teeth as she thought before looking down into the friendly warm brown eyes of the creature currently using her lap as a pillow.
“Well I've caught you.”
“ Now what do I do with you?” Chair asked the dog who simply yawned before giving her a contented doggy grin obviously tired out from his previous game of chase and having no intentions of moving in the near future.
Chair picked up her slobber soaked shoe and climbed unsteadily to her feet her scrapped and mildly bruised knees aching a bit as she did.
“Alright my not so little bushy haired friend, I have a hunch you must belong to somebody.”
“ What with the leash you're wearing and as sweet as you seem to be, when you're not playing pranks that is.”
“So let's have a look around and see if we can't find who you belong to” Chair said, as she gave the leash a small tug to urge the dog to his feet.
“Come on sweetie let's see if we can't find somewhere out of this heat.”
“ If I'm sweating this much I don't want to think about how you must feel under all that hair of yours” Chair said starting back around the corner towards her truck with the dog in tow.
Before she'd fully made it back to her parked vehicle Chairs ears picked up the sound of an approaching engine differing from the sound of the previous passing cars.
Glancing back Chair noticed a large blue motorcycle pulling down the street behind her Chair started to turn away when she recognized the Rider on top of it.
(Modo?) Chair thought surprised as he pulled up next to her.
“Excuse me Ma'am I'm looking for… “Modo started to ask stopping as he recognized Chair himself.
“ Hey I know you. You're the lady with the unusual earth name”
“ who fainted at Manuals last week…Couch?”
“ no that's not it um..” Modo trailed of obviously at a loss as he continued to stare at her.
“Chair” She supplied re-adjusting the leash in her hand to a more comfortable position as the friendly dog, tail wagging enthusiastically tugged against it slightly in an attempt to get closer to the Burly biker.
“Nice to see I left such a lasting impression on you” Chair said dryly while Modo sputtered over a reply.
“Hey now that's..not exactly true.”
“ I did remember you I just didn't remember your name”
“ That is what I mean to say is…”Modo babbled his voice slowly fading.
“I'm just digging a bigger hole here aren't I ?” He said rubbing at the back of his helmet.
“More or less Chair” said wryly.
“Its ok I'll let you off the hook this time, Since you probably meet and rescue new people all the time.”
“But I have to admit my prides a little bruised”
“you guys left a rather lasting impression on me”
“ Then again it's not every day I met Bikers from Mars who also happen to be giant talking mice with psychic powers” Chair finished smiling at the disconcerted male in front of her.
“Yes ..well..Um speaking of rescues at the moment,”
“ I'm sort of on a search and rescue one myself.”
Modo said looking pointedly at the large dog that was now sitting on Chairs shoeless foot leaning heavily against her leg.
“Oh?” Who are you looking for? Chair asked missing the look Modo aimed at the dog.
“I'm looking for Mickey” Modo answered.
Causing Chair to give a startled laugh” Mickey?... As in the mouse?” Chair asked with a bemused smile.
Modo stared a moment at Chair giving her a confused look until it suddenly sank in what she meant.
Modo laughed himself giving his leg a slap before, glancing back at Chairs face noting her laughing eyes and the smile twitching lips.
“No this particular Mickey is of the large Shaggy canine variety and I know two little kids who are missing one who happens to match the description of your friend here” Modo said with a grin.
Chair glanced down at the more than large dog as he continued to perch on her bare foot.
“Oh! That's a relief. I was at a bit of a loss, trying to figure out what to do with him” Chair said with a relived smile. As she gave the dogs bushy head another pat.
“Uh? Ma'am are you alright?” Modo asked concernedly.
Noticing for the first time Chairs scrapped knees and disheveled appearance.
“Hmm?..Oh!” Chair said glancing down at herself; Embarrassed when she thought of how ridicules she must look with her white blouse soaked in a combination of dust an dog spit, her beyond wrinkled skirt rolled almost into no man's land and wearing only one shoe.
“I'm fine. It's just a bit of a long story” Chair answered with a chagrined expression as she looked back up into Modo's concerned gaze.
“You sure?” Modo asked glancing back down an suppressing a wince at the raw looking scrapes covering Chair's knees.
“Don't worry.” Chair said noticing the direction he was looking in.
“I don't think it's as bad as it looks , An I actually have a pretty high pain tolerance when it comes to things like this.”
“So it's not really bothering me that much” Chair finished mentally crossing her fingers at the little white lie.
A small whine drew Chairs attention back to the by now heavily panting dog.
“ Poor guy you must be over heating out here with all that fur” she said bending down to give the dogs ears a scratch.
“I know how he feels” Modo said sympathetically leaning over to give the friendly canine a pat as well.
Chair went to straighten up at the same moment Modo leaned over bumping her forehead against the bottom of his helmet.
“Oops Sorry about that ma'am” Modo said sitting back up.
“Ouch! I think this is becoming a habit for us” she said rubbing at the sore spot, while scrunching one eye at him.
“You know I'm starting to think my run ends with you are some kind of cosmic karma sent by Grandfather's Spirt to punish me for skipping meals.” Chair said wryly with a small smile to take the sting out of it.
“Oh I take it he didn't like it when you did that” Modo said with a chuckle.
“No not really he said it wasn't good for a growing or grown girl to miss meals” Chair said with a crooked smile.
“Can't say I blame him, I never liked the idea of pretty girls going hungry ether” Modo said. Looking at Chair , his expression blanking as what he said sank in.
“That is uh..I mean..” Modo said stuttering.
Chair felt something in her Chest warm slightly as she watched the big Martian blush and stumble over his words cutely.
Smiling Chair laughed “You know what thanks for that, Todays been kind of rotten and I could really use the complement right now” She said warmly.
“Here I think you better take our fuzzy buddy here back to his family” Chair said stepping down of the curb and pressing the leash into his mechanical hand, giving it a friendly pat as his robotic fingers gripped the lead before turning away from the flustered male with a little wave.
“If you'll excuse me I've got to go attempt to pry my truck door open so I can head home and get cleaned up” Chair said smiling at him over her shoulder.
as she started to make her way awkwardly (with only one shoe on) towards the old ford parked about five feet from them.
“Err.” Modo hedged as he glanced down at the panting pouch and then back up at Chairs retreating figure.
“Hold on a second” he said wrapping the dogs leash loosely around Hoss's handle bars as he stepped off the bike and walked after her.
Chair turned back around and stared up at him curiously as he came to a stop next to her.
“If it’s giving you trouble Maybe I can help you to unstick it” he said Holding up his mechanical arm and giving it a flex.
“Well it would be nice not to half to slide in from the passenger side” Chair said hesitantly looking between the large biker and the old truck.
“Always happy to be of assistance to a lady in need” Modo said following behind Chair over to the driver side door.
Chair used her key to unlock the door then gave the handle a tug frowning then looking up at Modo when nothing happened.
“Well that was my best shot” she said stepping to the side and motioning for Modo to give it a try.
“Let me have a crack at it.” Modo said popping his knuckles before nudging Chair a little further back with a gentile sweep of his arm.
Modo put his mechanical hand on the top part of the door digging in slightly as he tugged with his flesh arm pulling back forcefully only to have the entire door come off in his grip.
Much to the horror of a now Bug eyed Chair.
“Oh sweet Mother of …” Chair trailed off staring at the dismantled door in the Muscle bound males hands.
“Whoops” Modo said sheepishly looking over at Chair with an apologetic expression.
“Uh sorry about that Ma'am ...guess sometimes I forget my own strength” Modo said as he leaned the door up against the side of the truck.
Modo fidgeted a moment as he stared nervously down at chair as she closed her eyes and began muttering under her breath,
“Uh…what exactly are you doing?” Modo asked.
As a still muttering Chair cracked open one eye to glare up at him.
“I'm promising my grandfather I will never deliberately skip eating without good reason again.”
“ It's not worth the consequences” Chair finished darkly as she glared over at her decimated truck door.
“Yeah um.. Like I said I'm really sorry about that” Modo said rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
“How exactly am I supposed to get home now?” Chair asked as she continued staring forlornly at her vehicle.
“I can't legally drive back to my apartment like this” She said gesturing towards the now doorless driver side.
Modo stared over at the truck with a pensive expression then suddenly perked up snapping his fingers .
“tell you what” he said looking back down at Chair.
“You wait here a few minutes and I'll return our hairy compatriot to his owners and come back and give you a lift to your apartment.”
“Well I appreciate that” Chair said running her fingers through her hair.
“ but what about my truck?”
“ I can't just leave it like this it'll end up stolen or hauled off” Chair said with a worried frown.
“Well I guess you do have a point there” Modo said thinking a moment, before moving towards the vehicle.
“Hold on a second” he said lifting the door back into place and bracing it while welding along the top and bottom of it, with the laser in his cybernetic arm.
“There I wouldn't recommend trying to drive with it like this, But that should hold until I can get back here with Charley and see about getting it towed back to the garage for you.” Modo said taking a step back to inspect his handy work.
“I guess that'll have to do” Chair said begrudgingly giving a tired sigh as she looked back up at the contrite mouse next to her.
Chair found herself caving as he looked down at her with an almost sorrowful expression that was somehow reminiscent of a kicked puppy.
“It's alright” she said looking back at her now lumpy and slightly melted door.
“You were only trying to help” Chair finished on another sigh. Thinking of puppies reminded Chair of the rather big one currently waiting on them.
Chair turned back to check on him just in time to witness one of the oddest games of tug and war she'd ever seen.
As a bored Mickey yanked against his leash enthusiastically only to be tugged back as the large bike shifted on its own and pulled the pony sized dog back into place with little to no effort.
“Uh? Modo” Chair said gesturing in the direction of the odd argument going on between the two.
“Oh! Excuse me a second.” Modo said making his way over to the pair and unwinding the leash from the bikes handles.
Climbing back onto the bike and pulling slowly over to the sidewalk the large dog keeping pace beside him Modo glanced over at Chair with a grin.
“I'll be right back just as soon as a make quick pit stop to return this fellow” he said turning and heading slowly back down the street carefully matching his bikes pace to the large dog's next to him.
(My life just keeps getting Odder and odder) Chair thought as she watched the pair turn the corner and leaned tiredly up against the almost uncomfortably hot metal of her sun warmed truck as she waited for Modo's return.
Fifteen minutes later a bare foot Chair (having chunked both heels in the back of the truck)
Was more than relived to see him making his way back down the street towards her as she tugged uncomfortably at the collar of her blouse in the stifling heat.
“I think we better get you back to your place and out of this heat’
“You're not looking so good and I'm not feeling much better Myself” Modo said as he pulled his bike up next beside her.
“So I've gone from pretty girl to not so good looking” Chair said a teasing smile curling the edges of her mouth as she walked over to stand next to the bike.
Grateful the sidewalk wasn't hot enough yet to do more then make her feet uncomfortable. Chair studied the bike for a moment trying to figure out how exactly to climb up in the still restricting skirt.
“That's not what I was trying to say” Modo said earnestly. Drawing Chair's attention and earning another smile at how cute and bashful the male became when he was flustered.
“It's alright I know what you meant” Chair said much to the large males obvious relief.
Chair gave his shoulder a gentle pat as she turned back towards the bike trying to work out how to proceed with her current clothing dilemma.
“Something wrong?” Modo asked turning to stare at her curiously.
“Well I've never been on a motorcycle before and I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to climb on with this skirt sausage-ing my legs the way it is” Chair said looking down at herself then back towards Modo questioningly.
“I think I have a solution for that” Modo said with a chuckle moving his tail to wrap around Chair's waist and gently depositing her behind him sidesaddle on the bike before using his tail to pull her up against him more securely.
“ Put your arms around my waist and hold on” he said revving the bike slightly.
Hesitantly Chair wrapped her arms around his waist as they pulled out. Only to tighten them and press herself further against Modo in fear as the picked up speed.
Causing the startled biker to swerve slightly as he felt Chair's Chest press firmly into his bare back, Blushing furiously Modo straightened the bike back out as he made his way back down the street. Swallowing thickly Modo called back to Chair over the roar of Lil Hoss's engine.
“So where to ?” Modo asked risking a glance back when he received no answer. Finding chair clinging to him her eyes shut tight.
“Hey now it's alright I've got ya, darlin.” Modo said giving Chairs waist a small squeeze with his tail.
“An Lil Hoss here isn't one to throw passengers unless they give her good reason”He added with a chuckle as Chair cracked one eye open and scrunched her nose at him.
“I promise to make a point to be on my best behaver then” Chair said Shakely as she finally relaxed her grip somewhat and sat back up.
Modo gave another chuckle as he turned his attention fully back to road.
“Were to?” Modo asked again picking up speed as Chair rattled off an address.
Chair leaned back a bit more careful to still keep her hands firmly around Modo's waist as they moved down the road. The sensation of air moving around them a relief as it helped to cool her sweat damp skin.
Chair looked up at the back of the biker in front of her noting the play of muscles visible under the dark grey of his fur and feeling the flexing of the six-pack adorning, his abdomen against the tips of her fingers where the rested around his waist as he shifted to maneuver the bike.
(Geeze he was ripped) of course she already knew that from when they had meet before, but she'd forgotten just how tall and built he really was.
All the mice had stood at least six feet and some odd inches but Modo himself had to be closer to seven feet. Chair thought as her eyes roamed back up him.
Or maybe it was just more prominent now that she had an opportunity to study him a little closer up Chair mused.
Before reminding herself that it was technically rude to ogle another individual so blatantly whether they we're aware of it or not.
Chair found herself glade Modo's back was to her as a blush tinted her cheeks as she thought about when she'd been caught doing that very thing not even a whole week before upon their first meeting.
Chair turned her attention to the safer scrutiny of the passing scenery as they made another turn down a mostly empty side street and Modo increased their speed a bit more the bikes engine drowning out the low rumble of thunder in far distance.