The Biker Mice From Mars

chapter 8

*NO P.O.V IN THIS CHAPTER*

Clearly, Stella had been forgotten. Her right ankle still in Stoker's left hand, raised so her leg was almost resting on his shoulder. Her right hand clinging to the place where his neck and shoulder met while her other hand was rested on his chest for support and balance. The position itself didn't cause her any discomfort, her time in the circus over the many summers of her life had made her extremely flexible; it was the proximity and the intimacy of the position that was making her slightly uncomfortable.  Clearing her throat loudly the attention was brought back to her and her current position.

"Oops, sorry, Honey." The older mouse's grin widened. Stella lifted a single eyebrow at him and he gently let go of her leg allowing it to return to the floor so she was able to step back.

"What the hell went on here?" Charley asked an amused expression on her face.

"Well, I was woken by a sound coming form the garage and thought it might be Plutarkians trying something. I saw this guy with his helmet on and-"

"She hit me with a bat." Stoker interrupted her. The bros roared with laughter. "Twice.." Their laughter worsened. Stella continued to tell what happened up until she called for Charley's back up. Throttle was leaning on Modo to keep himself up whilst laughing, Vinnie in a similar situation with Charley.

"What kinda lunatic even reacts like that? Just random, frantic hits with a bloody softball bat!" Stoker exclaimed.

"Oh sure, make me out to be the bad guy here! I'm not the one who's sneaking into someone else's house dressed all in black and with a helmet on! Why the hell didn't you take off the helmet once you were off the damned bike?"

"Well I-"

"If you had done that then I would have seen you ears, moron." Stella continued, not allowing Stoker to speak, making wild gestures with her hands next to her head to exaggerate the ears. "I would have known you were one of the guys and not attacked you!"

"Who the hell are you anyway? Huh? This is Charley's house how the hell am I meant to know some crazed chick is gonna be up at this hour and attack me?"

"Oh, Stoker, this is one of my old and best friends, Stella."

Stella smirked at Stoker, the older mouse raised an eyebrow in question.

"Name's Stella Macgee. I'd offer to shake your hand but I feel like we're already pretty well acquainted already." She winked at him with a cheeky grin. Stoker grinned back and looked at the boys;

"I like this one. Where do you find these crazy women? They're all so feisty." Everyone chuckled and finally Charley decided they'd best move the reunion into the living room. Shutting and locking both garage doors again they all piled into the living area and collapsed back onto the multiple couches. Throttle beating Stella to the arm chair and grinning victoriously at her confused and pouting face, admitting defeat Stella went and sat on Modo's lap, curled into his chest and resting her head on his shoulder; Modo's flesh arm curling around her small frame to support her position. Stoker raised an eyebrow at this interaction but Charley soon explained lowly to him that Stella was just very touchy and liked contact.

"Wouldn't mind if she touched me, eh, Honey?" He smirked and winked at her, she in return flipped him off as everyone around them chuckled. Modo's laugh the lowest of them all and she could feel it vibrate through his chest.

"So heard anything from Mars, Stoke?" Vinnie asked, all the bros nodding at the question, eager to hear anything form home. 

"Sadly, it's the same old, bros. Last week another invasion wave hit, lots of casualties but thankfully not a lot of fatalities." He sighed, "I've actually been on Earth for a few months now. I only know what's goin' on with the war is Carbine keeping me updated."