Hero

Disclaimer:- I don't own the biker mice.

This contains swearing, implied abuse and lots of angst.

I used the song from Prince of Egypt without permission. I felt the song really fitted this scene, it is heartfelt and beautiful...

Throttle glanced up fearfully at the imposing man. He slipped back and fell onto his bottom curling up into a foetal position. "Please, don't hurt me! I'm sorry!" Throttle sobbed, the man stepped forward, and Throttle cried out and pushed himself into a corner, covering his head. "I didn't mean to drop it, I swear!" He sobbed. "I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me! I won't do it again, I swear! Please!" Strong arms gripped his shoulders and Throttle sobbed. "Please, I promise! I won't! I won't do it again!" The hands lifted him up and he was held against the large body. "Please don't! I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!" He shook in fear. "I got scared, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let go! Please don't hurt me!" The body he was held against started rocking, Throttle gasped hiding his head in the man's neck, was he going to be thrown? But the man just gently rocked back, he walked backwards and forward slowly talking all the while.

"Easy Throttle, you're alright. You're not back there. Do you remember who I am?"

Throttle glanced up at the large black mouse that held him. "Unc…hic…Uncle Tim." He answered.

"That's right." The mouse answered gently. "I'd never hurt you Throttle, not like that man did."

"N…n…never?" Throttle asked quietly.

"Never." Uncle Tim answered firmly. "I'd never hurt any of you. You all my special, wonderful little boys and no matter how much trouble you get into, I will always love you. No matter what."

Throttle froze, his daddy had never done this, and he hated Throttle. Yet here was his Uncle, his Uncle Tim saying he would take care of him always. When Uncle Tim should be mad at Throttle for breaking something valuable and making him late for work, the man had worked on soothing Throttle instead. Throttle's eyes welled up with tears, he felt so loved, and it was overwhelming for him. His uncle held him tightly as Throttle started crying all over again. "I'm sorry. I only wanted to see, but I heard a loud noise and I got scared that daddy would hurt me, I ran but let go of the lamp. I'm sorry!"

"Do you know why we say not to touch the lamp?" Uncle Mac asked as he walked into the room. The white mouse had dressed in his Freedom Fighter uniform ready for work; he was straightening out his command badges as he approached.

"Because it can break." Throttle answered with a sniffle.

"Yes, it is made from fine clay only found in the mountains of Anseris Mons and is extremely fragile." Uncle Mac explained.

"Am I going to get….g…get punished?" Throttle asked with a sob.

"Yes, Throttle." Uncle Tim responded.

Throttle sobbed and hid his face in his uncle's dark Freedom Fighter jacket. "I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me! I didn't mean to!"

"We're not going to hurt you Throttle." Uncle Mac answered.

"But I thought you were going to punish me?" Throttle asked, gazing up confusedly at the male. His baby blue eyes were wide and filled with tears.

"You're not allowed to go outside after school for one week." Uncle Mac stated. "Is that understood?" He asked, Throttle nodded rapidly with fearful eyes. It broke the men's hearts to see such a young child so fearful. "Now I want you to go stand in the corner, facing the wall for five minutes. No peeking. I want you to think about what you've done. Okay?"

"Okay." Throttle answered shaking violently, were they going to place him in the corner to whip him?

"Then you're going to tell Auntie Amelia and Auntie what you did. Okay?"

"Okay." Throttle answered, he waited patiently for the men to demand anymore but Uncle Tim just tightened his hold on Throttle. Throttle sobbed. "No punishment?" He asked fearfully.

"That is your punishment, little man." Uncle Mac stated quietly. "We'd never hit you like that."

Throttle's eyes welled up with more tears. "No more punishment?" He asked hopefully.

Throttle watched as Uncle Macs eyes filled with tears. "No more punishment little man. That's over now."

Throttle gasped, sobbing. It was over his uncles would never hurt him. Uncle Tim rubbed his back gently as Uncle Mac rubbed his scalp. It was over. No more pain. Throttle could hardly believe it, he was safe. His small fists gripped his Uncles uniform tightly, his Uncle tightened his grip in response. He wasn't worthless, his Uncles loved him, and they would never hit him.

Gentle hands took him from his Uncle, he looked up with watery eyes to see his Auntie Amelia. "I'm sorry. It's my fault. I'm sorry!" He sobbed. The woman rocked gently, Throttle gripped her blouse tightly.

Hush now, my baby,

Be still, love, don't cry.

Sleep as you're rocked by the stream.

Sleep and remember my last lullaby.

So I'll be with you, when you dream.

Throttle sniffled snuggling into his Auntie as she sung the Martian Lullaby. He liked this one, she saved it just for him.

Hush now, my baby,

Be still, now, don't weep.

You know it aches me to see...

See that your trembling

Close your eyes, I am here.

Know I'll be with you, when you dream.

Hush now, my baby,

Be silenced right now.

I'm singing with caring love.

I'll love you forever,

That's my promise.

Throttle glanced up with watery eyes. Auntie Amelia stared lovingly down at Throttle. "I'm sorry Auntie." He apologised with a sniffle. "I only wanted a look. But I heard a noise and it scared me."

"And you dropped the lamp in fear." She asked. He nodded, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "Do you see why we don't want you touching the delicate things?" He nodded looking up at her trustingly. "Do you understand why we are upset?"

"I broke something valu...valu.." Throttle paused at the word.

"Valuable?" Uncle Mac asked. Throttle nodded. "No, we are not upset about the lamp, little man. We're upset because you didn't listen to us. What if you dropped the lamp and cut yourself with the shards. If we hadn't been here what would you have done?"

"I dunno." Throttle answered. They were scared and angry because he could have gotten hurt?

"Do you want to know what scared me the most?" Uncle Tim asked, Throttle glanced up warily but nodded. "When I heard the smashing sound, I thought you had been hurt. I was so worried for you little man." Throttle gaped up at the man.

"I'm sorry for scaring you." Throttle muttered sniffling.

"Have you learned not to touch fragile things again?" Auntie Valerie asked. Throttle nodded, he'd already learnt his lesson. "Then let's forget the punishment, okay?"

"Okay." Throttle agreed eagerly. The adults took turns to kiss him on the forehead.

Auntie Valerie smiled gently. "I think Vinnie and Modo are upstairs, why don't you go up and find them."

"Okay." Throttle answered. He was put down, he raced to the door but stopped. He raced back to the adults and told them that he loved them, earning another kiss from each adult before he raced off to find his bros.

Throttle sobbed as he looked at the four gravestones. He read the names, Valerie Van-wham, Mac Van-wham, Amelia Maverick and Timothy Maverick. His four aunts and uncles. Well actually, the Mavericks became his family not long after that incident. They blood adopted him, when he was old enough to understand what they offered. They taught him right from wrong. Without them he wouldn't be the mouse he was today. He would never forget them. "Thank you Aunt Mac and Auntie Val, you were always there for me. I just wish I could have been there for you." They had both died when the Plutarkians had first invaded. They were the front line defence, but the FLD had fallen like dominoes. "If only me and my bros could have been there with you or you'd been in a different force." He was proud of them, but he would miss them.

His mum and Dad had lasted much longer. Dad had eventually been sent on a mission that killed him. Mum had been devastated, but she had held on for Modo and him. They both lost her a few years before they fell to Earth after a Plutarkian invasion hit their hometown. Throttle sighed. "I love you mama and papa. I hope your proud of us."

Modo placed a hand on his shoulder. "They'd all be proud of us. Of what we've achieved Throttle. I bet there watching us right now, smiling down at us with the Gods and Goddesses of Mars and her moons. One day we will join them again. One day, but not today." Modo stepped forward and placed the Earth Roses down on each of their graves. "I'm sorry but we could only go to Earth for the flowers, but I know you'd have loved them. I miss you momma, dad, uncle and aunt. I love you."

"I love you mama, dada, aunt and uncle. One day Mars will be free again and when that day comes I will remember every mouse that has fallen for our planet and of how you made me the mouse I am today." Throttle smiled. "I love you." He stated once more before smiling at his bro. "Let's go Modo. I plan to be back at base by sunrise. Let's give these Plutarkian bastards a taste of their medicine!"

Modo's eyes glowed. "Let's."

"We'll claim Mars back for our family and for all the Martians who fell in defence of our world." Vinnie stated, speaking for the first time since he had stood over his parent's graves. "The Plutarkians will pay." He stated seriously. He put his hand out. "Are you in?"

Throttle put his hand over Vinnie's. "Let's Rock…"

Modo put his hand in as both he and Vinnie finished with, "…and Ride!" All three turned and walked towards the convoy, Stoker stood next to Jack, Chase, Axel and Gary. The convoy consisted of coloured mice, tan mice, rats and sand raiders. Every Martian united against one common foe.

The bros looked an amazing sight, the tanned leader striding forwards his green helmet under his arm, his shades flashing against the bright sunlight. He was flanked by the white and grey mouse both looking formidable, covered in weapons.

Throttle strode up to a rock and climbed up standing above all the Martians. "TODAY WE'RE GOING TO SEND THOSE BASTARDS A MESSAGE. THAT MESSAGE IS THAT WE, WE ARE MARTIANS! YOU CAN KNOCK US DOWN BUT WE WILL ALWAYS GET BACK UP. THOSE PLUTARKIANS PRESUME THEY CAN COME TO OUR PLANET, TAKE OUR PEOPLE, OUR ANIMALS AND OUR RESOURCES. WELL I SAY NO THEY CANNOT JUST COME HERE AND TAKE WHAT THEY WANT. THIS WORLD. THIS WORLD IS OURS AND I FOR ONE AM NOT GOING TO GIVE IT UP TO SOME ROTTEN FISH. IF THEY WANT IT THEY'LL TAKE IT, OVER MY DEAD FUCKING BODY. IF THEY WANT A FIGHT I'LL GIVE THEM ONE. THE QUESTION IS, ARE YOU WITH ME?" He yelled to be heard at the back of the thousands of soldiers.

"YES!"

Throttle glanced at the back. "ARE YOU WITH ME?"

"YES!" The soldiers cheered and thumping started as everyone clapped and smacked any surface they could reach.

"THEN LET'S GO GET THEM!"

The convoy moved, three bikes leading the way, everyone cheered as they followed. It was time to kick the Plutarkians off THEIR planet.

"They've grown incredibly strong." A white mouse stated as he sat on the grave stone of Mac Van-wham.

"I'm proud of them." A grey furred woman stated as she glanced at the disappearing army. "Not just anyone can suffer such heartbreak and pain and come out strong leaders like those boys have."

"They are the ones to lead Mars to Freedom." A small white female responded.

"Good luck boys." A black mouse whispered after them as all four adults faded.

Cybernetic red eyes glanced back and froze. Was that? No, it couldn't be. The tanned leader looked forward and focused on the future.

On the freedom of Mars.