A/N: As with all my BMFM stories I do not own the rights to the main characters, I do, however own the rights to my made up characters.

I Am Mouse, Hear Me Squeak.

Chapter 14.

It has now been six long months since the death of Admiral Stoker, most of us have at least begun to come to terms with his passing, though not all. Two mice who are still to accept Stoker's death are Matt and Throttle, they both still lie awake most nights, unable to sleep.

Though Matt and Throttle had never really seen eye to eye on a lot of things, Stoker's death seemed to bring them closer together, they would both take regular drives out to the coast and would sit there for hours in complete silence, with only the sound of their occasional tears to break the silence.

Today was one of the days where they decided to take their trip out to the coast, they both hoped into Matt's car and headed toward their destination, their route would take them through the main street of town. They entered the main street and could see that there was some kind of fight going on, they didn't want to interfere, but they felt that they had to, there maybe someone in amongst the mass of angry bodies who would need help.

Matt stopped the car and both he and Throttle got out and made their way toward the fight, one of the attackers chose that precise time to look around and spotted the two mice heading towards the fight, he let out a shout, "Oh my god there are two more of them" he said, half of the fighters now broke away from the main fight and descended upon Matt and Throttle, this would prove to be their biggest mistake, both Throttle and Matt let fly, easily cutting their way through their body of fighters, having finished with their own fight, they now began to cut through the main body of fighters.

Throttle now looked down at what the fighters had been kicking and punching, it was another Martian mouse, a male, covered from head to toe in black fur, he had many wounds all of them bleeding, his clothes had been completely torn from his body by his attackers. With Matt now dealing with the last of the attackers, Throttle went back to the car and found a blanket which he could use to wrap the mouse in.

Throttle now spoke, "Matt, will you gently lift him to his feet so that I can wrap this blanket around him, then we'll take him to see Dr Osborne", Matt did as the Admiral had asked and gently lifted the black furred, unconscious, mouse to his feet and supported him whilst Throttle wrapped the blanket around his lifeless body.

Both Matt and Throttle now carried the mouse to Matt's car and then they drove him to Dr Osborne's surgery. The good Dr saw both Matt and Throttle pull up in the parking area just outside his surgery and went to greet them, "Admiral Throttle, General Bond, this is an unexpected pleasure, to what do I owe this visit?" asked the Dr, Throttle answered the Dr's question, "We were just driving through the main street when we found this mouse being attacked by a huge group of thugs.

The Dr, now looked to where Throttle was pointing and replied with a gasp, "Oh my god, those guys really did a number on this guy. Quick guys, bring him in and I will begin treating his wounds", Matt and Throttle now gently carried the mouse into the Dr's surgery.

The black furred mouse had many serious, deep and bleeding wounds which would all need to be patched up before the minor cuts and abrasions could be dealt with, It's a good job you have black fur my friend, cos you are going to have many bruises, thought the Dr.

It has now been two hours since Matt and Throttle had brought the unconscious mouse into the Dr's surgery, the Dr now made his way out into the waiting room to where the two bro's were sat, "I thought you might like to know that our black furred friend is waking up" said the Dr, both Matt and Throttle stood from their seats and followed the Dr into the recovery room.

They made their way to the strangers bedside and noticed that he was beginning to stir, Matt placed a comforting hand on the mouse's left shoulder and gently spoke "Hey it's ok bro, you are safe", at this the black furred mouse suddenly opened his eyes and went crazy, trying to fight off who he thought were his attackers, Throttle now spoke, "Whoa hey there, it's ok, we are not going to hurt you", Throttle's words seemed to calm the black furred male down.

"W-where am I?" the mouse asked, "You are in a Dr's surgery, and safe" replied Throttle, the male then looked up at Throttle and Matt, "You are both Martian Mice" he commented, "That we are" replied Matt. Throttle now made the introductions, and the male now introduced himself, "My name is Commander Jet Black", he weakly held out his hand and shook the hands of both of his rescuers, with Throttle's being the last hand that the commander shook, Throttle now helped him to return it to his side.

The commander now fell back to sleep again and would remain asleep for eight hours, both Matt and Throttle returned to the waiting area. Meanwhile back at the house, I was getting increasingly worried about the fact that Matt and Throttle hadn't returned, they didn't normally stay out this long, at least not without calling to let us know what they were doing, I decided to call Throttle on his mobile. Throttle answered his phone, "Vin, damn sorry bro I meant to call you, we've been involved in a fight", I could not believe what I was hearing, "You've WHAT?" I replied and continued "Are you both alright?", Throttle assured me that both he and Matt were fine and that they were waiting for their new friend to wake up. Oh great, another mouse to feed, I thought, but I soon wiped the thought from my mind.

It is now two hours since Throttle had called me, and I now heard the unmistakeable rumble of Matt's car pulling up the driveway, I made my way out to greet them, I was about to berate them for making me worry so when I realised that they were not alone. The three mice all now exited the car and made their way over to me, Throttle spoke, "Vin I would like you to meet our friend Jet", I offered my hand to the new black furred mouse, he gratefully accepted it and said "The name is Black, Jet Black and I'm pleased to meet you", Very James Bond, I thought, I could just see him in the opening titles of For Your Eyes Only The Name Is Black, Jet Black, Licensed To Ride, A small smile fell across my face at my thought, "welcome to our home Mr Black", I casually said, "Please call me Jet", he replied.

I asked the guys if they were hungry, which in Matt and Throttle's case was a stupid question as they were always hungry. We all entered the kitchen area of the house and I asked Daniel the Chef to rustle up some dogs and root beer, the smell of the roasting weiners was enough to bring the other mice out of their holes, there was meeting and greeting all round, closely followed by the sound of numerous amounts of hotdogs and bottles of root beer being consumed.

After the meal it was getting late so I showed Jet up to his room, I knew that there was a possibility of Jet moving on in a few days, as I'm sure that he had someone who missed him dearly, but I had told him that he was free to stay for as long as he needed, Jet seemed to appreciate my offer and thanked me, before entering his room and closing the door.

It was now the following morning and I was sat in my study, deep in thought, when suddenly a knock at the door brought me out of my thoughts, I looked up and found Jet standing in the doorway. "Jet, come in, what can I do for you?" I asked, "I just remembered, I've left my bike in the parking structure in town, and she gets fidgety if I'm away from her for too long" he replied, "You have a bike?, what's her name?" I asked, "Her name is Starfire, she has full Artificial Intelligence" he replied "Ah she's an AI bike" I continued, Jet looked more than a little surprised that I knew of AI bikes, "Hey, I know all about AI bikes, I have one of my own, his name is Lightning, if you would like, I will take you to pick up Starfire, give you a chance to meet Lightning" I replied, Jet thanked me for the offer and gratefully accepted.

We both walked out to the garage, where Lightning was waiting, Jet spoke "Oh my, he certainly is a beaut", "He sure is, and he's very fast, hence the name Lightning" I replied, Jet gently patted the side of Lightning's fuel tank, I mounted my bike and Jet sat behind me, I started Lightning's engine and we rode down the driveway.

Riding down the street I could tell that Jet was none too impressed by my boast about Lightning's speed, so I opened the throttle full and sped down the street, that got Jet's attention, "'Er Vin, ok you can slow down now I believe you", a broad smirk spread across my face, I'm not usually one for showing off, we already got enough of that in the form of Vinnie, but there was something just so satisfying about pulling back on the throttle and showing Jet what Lightning could do.

We arrived at the parking garage where Jet had parked Starfire, I pulled up alongside his bike, she was a sleek Jet Black Harley, with High Shine chrome work and a bodywork so spotless that you could actually see the reflection of your face in it, I was about to get a lesson in speed, out of the corner of my eye I noticed a sly grin creep across Jet's face, "Ok Starfire, let's show these amateurs what real speed is" I heard him whisper.

Jet now climbed aboard his bike and fired up the engine, he selected first gear on his bike, then whilst holding his front brake lever, he revved the bike hard, causing it to spin it's rear tyre. Thick acrid smoke bellowed from the rear tyre, then suddenly the display stopped, the smoke cleared and I could now see that Jet had turned his bike around just by spinning his rear tyre. "Ok Daz let's ride, hey I'll even give you a ten minute head start, you know, just to give you and Lightning a sporting chance" Jet boasted.

It may have been a boast but I could see a look of pure belief and mischief in his eyes, so I took the hint and rode off as quick as I dared, sure enough, twelve minutes later the sleek black Harley blew past me as though I was standing still. Damn, I'm not gonna hear the last of this, I thought, I parked Lightning in the garage and dismounted, I removed my helmet and walked over to where Jet and Starfire had parked, Jet was still in the saddle, with helmet removed and one almighty smug grin on his face.

I now looked at Jet and said "Ok, Ok, I'll give you that one, I bow before a superior racer, just do me a favour, and don't continue to crow about it", "Who me?, as if I would crow about it" Jet replied with a mischievous grin on his face, we now both entered the house, and I began to count down to my embarrassment, "5, 4, 3, 2, 1" and nothing, there was not a sound, no jibes as to how an injured mouse could beat a fully healthy one or how does it feel to be beaten by a rookie, Jet, it seems is a mouse of his word, which puts him in the same sort of category as Modo, a gentlemouse.

It seems that Jet also has another quality, one which we all secretly crave, he knows how to control Vinnie, since Jet's arrival, Vinnie has been kind, gentle and loving, in other words he's been boring, but when you've had many years where the machismo rating has not dropped below 98, to have a period of boring is sheer bliss, so for that, nice one Jet.

Over the next few months, Jet would prove to be a mouse for all occasions, an instant hit with everyone he met, and I secretly hated him for it, just kidding.

Ride Free, Mr Black.

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