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The First Haircut

Throttle, Charlene 'Charley' Davidson

I always wondered who trims Throttle's hair, and this was my answer. Charley, the lucky girl...Part of my 'The First' series at fanfiction dot net.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mice, Charley, or those lucky scissors.

The First: Haircut

Throttle growled to himself as he pulled off his helmet, wincing as strands of his mane caught on a strap. With a sharp yank, he pulled it loose, taking most of the tangled hair with it. He sighed, glad to finally get to the garage.

A Cynic Doth Not Become Thee

Throttle, Vinnie, Modo

It was a silly delusion. Very silly, but Throttle still believed it.

A little part of him thought that there was a limit to human evil, that a human could only do so much harm before they reached a invisible limit. Part of that was from the only humans he really knew were good- Charley, hell, she fixed their bikes for free, and Andy fed them for pennies. They were really very good people, and Throttle just subconsciously thought that so was the rest of humanity.

God, was he proved wrong.

The Gods Must Hate Vinnie Today

"Doctor Karbunkle?" Limburger's deep baritone wafted through the mad scientist's domain, startling Karbunkle and making him look away from his computer screens and windows.

"How is work coming along on the transmutation gene?"

"It's hit a snag," Karbunkle admitted. He motioned to the five-foot-long tube behind the glass in front of him, where two technicians were adjusting various tubes leading into the chamber. "There have been some unexplained chemical imbalances in the Darchron, but they're getting cleared up as we speak."

Horrid Exception

There were always shots fired when Limburger and the Biker Mice crossed. There were always (well, almost. It depended on how good Vinnie was feeling) explosions. There were always bruises, maybe even broken bones from the latest villian. There was even a case of carbon monoxide poisoning that almost resulted in the Biker Mice losing two members.

But never, ever, had there been something like this, that came so close to each mouse's heart.

Individual Miserableness Scales

Miserable Vinnie, on a scale of zero-to-ten.

0- Mouse feels no pain or anguish. Normal demeanor.

1- Maybe some itching from flea bath, but nothing unusual.

2- More itching.

3- Again, more itching. In places mouse can't get to.

4- Some pain. Will most likely hide in order to appear macho and perfectly fine.

5- Some activities impaired. Fellow mice will notice change in demeanor.

6- Half of all activities impaired. Only a retarded wombat would not notice demeanor.

The History Of His World

Nobody really knew much about the early life of Throttle. Carbine knew that he'd been in a home for orphans for a little while, and that both of his parents had died, but that was the extent of it. Even when they had touched minds, as a sort of birthday gift to each other (they'd been born in the same week) Throttle had firmly cut off that part of his mind to her. She didn't question him.

Especially after he'd said that her sleep would better if she didn't know.

[i]"Daddy! Don't leave me!!"

Misborn

Sometimes the Multiverses have a hiccup. Sometimes the Gods decide to really play with you. And sometimes, the Fates just HATE you.

The young Mouse Mix wakes up to find everything that she had thought was real was not even a consideration. Alone in a world that was foreign to her and trying to cope with reality-altering changes, and trying to find a place in a world torn apart literally by war, Mix's adventures begin here.

Misborn.

Not sure if this is going to be canon or AU yet, so please be patient... ^^;

Harley Meets Starlight

Disclaimer: The authors don't own the biker mice or make a profit off of them in anyway. This story is pure fiction and has been copyrighted by the authors. The other characters other than the biker mice that are portrayed in this story DO NOT EXIST but are a product of the author's imaginations and should not be used with out their permission.

TRAVELLER'S TRUE GIFT

Disclaimer: The authors don't own the biker mice or make a profit off of them in anyway. This story is pure fiction and has been copyrighted by the authors. The other characters other than the biker mice that are portrayed in this story DO NOT EXIST but are a product of the author's imaginations and should not be used with out their permission. Traveller is a product of my imagination! Anyone saying otherwise is a LIAR!

Robynne's Rescue

The earth night in Chicago was dreary and rainy, but for Robynne O'Toolstein, it was either keep moving or risk being caught by her psychotic father and have the life beaten out of her. Not caring whether or not she was soaking wet, Robynne continued to push her bike, NightRaven-a gift on her 16th birthday upon completion of the mandatory biker safety classes from her step-father SandDune and Stoker, to it's full capacity.

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