Note: Events take place in May of 1994.

Limburger looked out over the Chicago skyline from his office high atop the newly re-built Limburger tower. The door behind him slid open behind him. He turned slightly, seeing who entered he grinned evily.

"Ah--Doctor--what brings you to my office this disgustingly beautiful day?" he asked.

The `Doctor' lips curled into what might be called a smile.
"The --oh how should I put it--prototype is finished."

"Excellent Doctor. Thank you. Come lets us go and see the little dear" he sneered.

Shortly after the two `men' arrived in a hidden lab far under the tower. They approached a small room with a keypad lock. The doctor punched in the code, then opened the door.

"Right this way, sir."

The room they entered resembled a nursery, but only slightly. What could be demeaned as `scientific' interments and equipment were placed around a small cradle. Or at least something resembling a cradle. A young lab technician held a small bundle wrapped in a white blanket. She was feed what was evidently an infant from a bottle.

She looked up when they entered and placed the infant in the `crib' for lack of a better word.

"Karen, have the test results come in yet?" the doctor asked

"Yes, sir. They're on your desk."

"Thank you my dear, that will be all for now." the doctor crooned.

The young woman quickly left the room. Still partly in shock by the results of the Doctor's little DNA experiment.

Limburger and the doctor walked to the `crib' and looked at the infant lying in it. The doctor held up the child so Limburger could get a closer look.

"Amazing--perfectly amazing. You have out done yourself this time." he said admiring the doctor's work.

"Other than the fact she closely resembles those we took the DNA from, she will be perfect for the experiments." the doctor replied, quite full of himself.

The infant opened her deep green eyes and stared at the person holding her. On her hand against a background of white fur was: pt-01. Short for prototype 1. She let out a long wail, more in protest then anything else. She did not like the person.

"Yes she dose seem to bare the unfortunately resemblance to her `parent'. Her `daddy' especially." Limburger began to laugh. "I might never be able to get my hands on them, but now I posses something infinitely more-----profitable!"

Outside the lab the young woman named Karen was stopped by two other women. Very curios women.

"So?" one asked.

"Come on, Karen! Tell us what it looks like!!" the second hissed. "I heard it looks like an ugly rat!"

Karen shot her a dirty look. Then sighed.

"This doesn't go beyond us, okay?"

The women nodded.

Karen took a breathe. "You were close, Amy. But she's not ugly at all. She is adorable."

"That's it!! That's all your going to tell!!" Amy interrupted.

"Hush!" the first woman hissed.

"The thing is," Karen lowered her voice to a whisper. "that baby girl looks almost like a large white mouse!!"

Note: Event is first part took place in May of 1994.
Current timeline: March of 1998

The little girl sat on the center of her bed holding a worn teddy bear in bare white walled room. Nothing but a bed and a metal chair sat in the room, lit by a glaring fluorescent light. This was the room she had grown up in, it was the only thing she knew in her small world. That and the lab. The only time she was let out of the confining room was to go to the lab for tests. And she was always going for tests. The doctor never seemed to stop coming up with tests for her to go through. And the tests were usually very painfully.
The door opened and the creature she knew as Greasepit entered the room. Prototype 01 curled into a ball against the wall. He approached the ball of white fur and grabbed the child forcefully.
"Come on half-breed the Doc wants to do some more tests on you," he said.
She pulled back, and looked up at him. Her young green eyes were filled with remembered pain from her last `test'. Not to mention she was hungry, tired, and didn't want to see that mean old Doctor. This was all she knew but that didn't mean she took willing. The little girl known as prototype 01 took after her father in more than looks. Not to mention she was three after all and like most three year olds her favorite word was .....
"No!!" She kicked him hard.
"You shouldn't of done that, girlie. Now you're in trouble," he backhanded the child and pulled her up by her white streaked brown braid. Tears rolled down her face but she refused to make a sound.
"Are you going to be good now, or do I hafta tell the Doc you've been acting up aging do ya?"
She shook her head slightly.
"I can't hear you, girlie," he shook her, still holding her hair.
"Yes, sir," she whispered.
Greasepit started to take her to the lab, when a commanding voice stopped him.
"What are you doing!! Put her down! NOW!!" the commanding female voice said,
The child turned her head slightly and saw the one person she truly trusted and cared about in this place. Karen.
"Doctor Dean, I was only doing what the Doc said.......he wants her for tests...." Greasepit protested.
Wearing a white lab coat Karen circled the brute. Her gray eyes cold. Her once pure midnight hair was streaked with gray.
"I don't care what he said!! PUT HER DOWN!!! NOW!!!!" her voice was ice.
Greasepit dropped the child, who quickly ran behind Karen. She hugged her savors leg wrappings her white tail around Karen's leg.
"The Doc ain't gonna like this....." Greasepit whimpered.
The child held on tighter, at the same time holding her locket tight in one hand. Karen folded her arms and scowled.
"I don't care particular care what he dose and dose not like. Now get out of here or do I have to tell him how you've been treated is favorite test subject!!" she growled.
"No, sir --I mean ma'am---I mean Doctor..." He ran off down a passage way, hoping to be spared from Doctor Karen Dean's wrath.
Karen bent slightly and picked up the trembling child. She loved her almost as much as if she'd been her own. She took the child back into her room and sat her own the bed.
"You okay, Zoey?" Karen asked. She had given the little girl the name of Zoey, feeling it wasn't right to call her Prototype 01; Zoey Davidson to be exact. Karen had found out several years ago whose DNA the Doctor had used to create Zoey; and had made sure Zoey knew her parents as best as possible. Zoey's locket for example contained a picture of her parents.
Zoey nodded a little, then curled up in a ball at the top of bed. Her back against the white metal wall. She opened her locket and looked longingly at the picture.
"You were very brave, little one. Standing up to him like that." Karen told her, brushing strains of brown and white hair from Zoey's face. "You...."
Zoey cut her off. "Why won't they come?" she whispered, a solitary tear ran down her furry cheek. "Why won't Mommy an' Daddy come, Karen? You said they would."
Karen turned her face from the child in guilt. Then sighed ad pulled Zoey's cover over her. She kissed the little girl good-night and began to leave the room.
"Why haven't they come...why?" Zoey asked again.
Karen closed her eyes in pain. In her mind's eye she could see Zoey's parents or at the pictures she'd seen. She also remembered her promise to Zoey that they would come for her. Karen opened her eyes and looked at the mouse child staring back.
"They will, baby. I promise, they will."
Karen turned off the light and closed the door. It locked soundlessly behind her. Zoey looked into the darkness, hugging her teddy close. Mommy....Daddy.....where are you....are you even real....why won't you come........

Okay..here's part 3sorry it's so short. Comments always welcome..just give leave something on the BMFM message board or e-mail me Hayden

It was an unusually warm day for March in the city of Chicago. The sun shone brightly and children could be seen playing in the city's many parks having fun. It was a wonderful day for a young carefree child to be just that.
But not all children were free to be that on this day. One child in particular was anything but carefree.
Far below the Limburger Tower in a hidden lab, in a small room a little girl with deep green eyes was strapped to a table. Several pairs of cold eyes watched her through the one way mirror in the room. Dozens of wires were attached to the child all over her body, delivering electronic impulse through her in the name of science. Tears streamed down her snow-white furry cheeks. She cried out in pain and terror, two things that were very familiar to her. More so than any child should be.
The silent observers on the other side of the glass, watching with apathetic expressions. All that is, but one. Dr. Karen Dean watched with horror at the torment these `doctors' were putting Zoey through. She covered her mouth with a hand to keep herself from throwing up.
One of the observers, Karen didn't know what was worse his looks or the smell, wrote something down on a clipboard. He frowned and turned to the person controlling the electronic pluses; a young lab tech named Elise.
"We're not getting the results we want, increase the voltage by two," he ordered evenly.
The woman looked at him in disbelief, as did Karen. "But, sir," Elise protested. "We're already over the safe about of voltage!! Anymore might kill her--"
"Do as you're told or I'll find someone else to do it!!" He ordered, his voice the same even and cold.
Elise looked at Karen in desperation.
"Sirwith all do respectElise is right! Killing the child won't get you your results any quicker!" Karen interjected.
He glared at her for several minutes, then smiled. "That's your opinion, Dr. Dean. If you have a problem with the experiment or how I'm handling it, take it up with Doctor Kurncule." He turned backed to Elise. "Well what are you waiting, increase the voltage!"
"YES SIR," Elise said quickly and turned a dial.
The scream that came for Zoey was heartbreaking, as were her sobs of anguish Karen spun around on her heels and left the room.
Her fists tightened in fury as she walked to Dr. Kurnuckle's office. There was no way that monster was going to get away with doing that to Zoey. I can't believe the Doctor would put such aa.THING in charge of the experiments!!! He's cruel monster but this Dr. Hamburg is worse. Hitler on a bad day had to have been better!! OhGod. .poorZoe.I'm sorry baby.so sorry..
When reached the office in question she stopped short before knocking. The door was a crack open and two voices could be heard from in side.
"So, Doctor. when will our little freak of nature be ready for shipment?" The revolting man she knew as her boss, Lawrence Limburger said.
"Within a week your over ripeness. She will make the perfect gift to Lord Camembert." The Doctor hissed.
Limburger laughed. "Yes she will won't she. He says he's looking forward to having his `scientist' do some work on her."
"I doubt they will get more out of her than I was, your cheeseyness. And I did create her."
Limburger laughed again. "Well if all else fails he can use her for target practice!"
The two laughed. Karen was almost sick. How did she ever get mixed up in this?
Karen took a deep breath, knocked on the door and entered.
"Karen how many times have I told you" the Doctor started.
"I'm sorry, sir. But it's Doctor Hamburg I'm afraid if he put in more voltage in to her it'll kill her!! But he won't listen" Karen said hurriedly.
The Doctor stood and glanced at Limburger. "We can't have him killing her now can we. Don't worry Karen I'll set it right why don't you go home for the evening." He turned to Limburger. " Would you care to join me, sir?"
"Yes, yes..let us go Doctor"
The two left the room leaving Karen standing alone. God, she hated those two.
Karen walked slowly to her car and got in. She sat behind the wheel for several moments, taking deep sobbing breaths before she started the car. There had to be something she could do. But what?
She couldn't break the child out of there alone. But who could help her? Who would help her?
Karen stopped at a light in front of an elementary school. Her windows were down and she listened to the children and parents talking. A little girl stopped on the sidewalk right be side her car. She struggled with a shoelace for a little then looked up at her mother.
"Mommy, could you help me?"
The light turned and Karen drove on. But know she smiled, if only a bit. She knew just who could help her save Zoey. Maybe the only person who would..

Charley was working on her bike when she hear the sound of a vehicle approaching. She stood to see a beat up old green jeep pull up to the garage. A woman of about twenty climbed out and walked towards Charley. Charley put on her best `may I help you' look and walked towards her. She really hoped this girl was a customer and another lost college kid. It had been a long while since she'd had any work.
Luckily the guy was still at the scoreboard or they would have sent this potential customer screaming into the hills. They seemed have that affect on some people. But then again six-foot talking mice with antennas weren't exactly common place in Chicago.
Charley was weary of any kind of trick Limburger might pull, but the girl seemed harmless enough. She was about 5 ft 2 with long blond hair. She had on a pair of sunglasses, Ray Bans by the look of them, baggy jeans, and a worn looking sweatshirt. The young woman in turn seemed to be looking Charley over. Her expression was puzzled.
"Your Ms. Charlene Davidson?" the girl said in disbelief.
"I am. Can I help you?" Charley asked.
The girl held out a large vanilla envelope. It looked like the kind used in offices, to pass stuff around. It had the company symbol for the Limburger Corporation.
"I was asked to give this to you," the girl said. "Or a Mr. Vincent Van Wham." The girl surpressed a giggle as she said Vinnie's name.
Charley eyed the girl suspiciously. Her jade eyes narrowed. AS far as Charley knew, nobody on earth knew Vinnie's full name.
"Who are you and what do you want?!" Charley demanded.
The girl took a step back. "Whoa--hang on theredon't kill the messenger!! I want nothing from ya!!" the girl said hurriedly.
Charley watched the girl for any sign of her trying to trick her.
"Who sent you?" Charley asked sharply.
"Doctor Karen Dean. She lives in the apartment above me. Gave me thirty bucks to deliver this to you or Mr. Van Wham," she again surpressed a giggle.
Charley decide the girl was just some college kid making so extra cash. And nothing more than that.
"Do I have to sign anything?" Charley asked.
The girl looked relived the last thing she want to do was argue with some out giving them some dumb package.
"Nope, here ya go. Whatever's in there the Doc was sure in a hurry to get it to you." The girl handed Charley the envelope and started to leave.
"Hey, wait a sec," Charley said digging in her pocket. She pulled out a five and handed it to the girl. She felt bad about giving the poor kid such a hard time. "Here you go."
"Thanks!" The girl hoped in the jeep and drove off.
Charley watched the girl leave, then turned and walked into her kitchen. She sat down at the table and looked the envelope over. Scrawled on the front was: To Ms. Charlene Davidson or Mr. Vincent Van Wham.
Slowly she opened the envelope. Inside were several photos, several sheet of computer print outs, and a letter. She started to read the letter.

Ms. Davidson or Mr. Van Wham,

My name is Karen Dean, you don't know me. Though I know you.

I would not be sending you this unless I though it was vitally important. Four years ago I went to work for Lawrence Limburger. I was put to work helping a Dr. Karbunkle with a DNA experiment. WE combined two sets of DNA and the end result was the creation of a child. The child, though perfectly healthy, was not a normal human child. I think you understand what I'm getting at.

At this point in time she is three years old and one of the sweetest little girls you'd ever want to meet. She is the reason I'm writing to you. I would do anything to protect her. She means everything to me. I have reason to believe her very existence is in jeopardy. You and your friend are the only ones who can help me save her.

Please meet me at the Lake Stone Elementary School today at four. I will explain this all better then. I beg you, please; you are her only hope,

Sincerely,
Karen Dean

Charley read over the letter several more times. She knew what the woman was implying, but she didn't want to believe it. Just the thought made her sick to her stomach. The thought of ANY child in Limburger's hands was horrifying enough butbut this Oh Godthis is isn't happeningit's impossible!!
Charley picked up one of photos and gasped in disbelief. The in the picture in her hand was proof of what she didn't want to believe. There in full color was a picture of a three-year-old half human/half Martian mouse. She had snow-white fur, a tail, and deep green human eyes. Her brown white streaked hair was in a braid and she clutching a teddy bear. She looked so frightened, and so mistreated. Her large green eyes had the look of a frightened animal, they were eyes that had seen more pain than any child should endure.
"Oh my God--" Charley whispered. "Nono---Godno--"
She flipped through the other picture finding much of the same thing. A little girl with her eyes. Quickly Charley read through the computer printouts. Her already balled fists tightened. Fury coursed through her. She was more than anger, she was more than outragedthere were no words for how she felt.
"THAT SON OF A !!" She shrieked. "When I get my hand on thosethose--!!!" Charley slammed her palm down on the table.
She shoved the pictures and stuff back into the envelope. Limburger has done some low thingsbut thisthis--- She grabbed her bike keys and drove off.
In her anger and haste, not only had she forgotten to close up the Garage but also she left the envelope on the table and the doors unlocked. Charley had also forgotten that the mice were due at any moment.
Charley could only think of one thing. That little girl in the photoand if what she thought was right. her little girl. Her daughter.

The guys got to the garage minutes after Charley had left. They surprised to find that though Charley was no where to be found, the Garage was open and all the doors were unlocked. They couldn't find any notes or anything. After a few minutes of searching Vinnie started getting really worried.
"Where could she be? She knew we were coming," Vinnie said.
Throttle shrugged. "She probably went out for something, Vinnie."
"Yeah, Vin, she probably just went to the store or something." Modo said.
Vinnie shook his head. "And left the Garage open? Come on, you know she'd never do that!" Vinnie sighed and sat down at the kitchen table. "Somethin' just don't feel right about this."
It was then that Vinnie noticed the envelope. It looked pretty normal to him at first. It was addressed to both him and Charley.
"Hey maybe it was this that made her leave in such a hurry," Vinnie said, holding up the envelope.
The other two mice looked at the envelope. It seemed silly, but it was the only thing they had to go on.
"Wonder what's in it?" Modo said.
Throttle looked at Vinnie. "You gonna open it, bro., or just look at it all day?" Throttle crossed his arms. He was starting to agree with Vinnie, this whole thing stinked.
"I don't know, Throttle, I don't feel right opening Charley's mail," Vinnie said, in protest.
Throttle rolled his eyes. "It's addressed to you to, knucklehead."
"Ohyeah--"
Vinnie opened the envelope and like Charley went for the letter first. His two friends wait silently as he read the letter.
"Ohshit--!" Vinnie said, his eyes wide in disbelief. This is not happening.if Charley read this..damn if we'd been here a little sooner.
"What is it, Vin?" Modo asked.
"See for yourself," Vinnie said.
He handed the letter to Throttle and Modo. Has the read he started looking through the other stuff. Hoping beyond hope to find some evidence that this was a trick. One very sick and sadist trick.
Modo and Throttle were so engrossed in reading the letter they didn't notice what was happening with Vinnie. Vinnie hand shook as he held the picture of a child. He would have to have been blind not to see the resemblance. And she had Charley's eyes. Limburger---when I get my hands on you and that Doctor
Vinnie's hands balled in to fists as he looked at more of the photos. He had the uncontrollable urge to break somethingor somebody. He went from shocked to horror to anger in the period of several seconds. Now he was seeing pure red. Something in the back of his mind kept screaming that it could be a trap but he was too angry to think straight.
"I gonna KILL THEM!!" Vinnie shot to his feet.
Modo and Throttle looked in shook at Vinnie.
"Whoa clam down Vincent! What is it?" Modo asked.
Throttle picked up one of photo Vinnie had dropped and looked at it. Throttle stood frozen for several seconds before handing the photo to Modo.
"You'd better look at this, Modo." Throttle said, in a low tone.
"Ohman!!" Modo said.
Vinnie started to the door. Throttle stopped him realizing his friend wasn't thinking straight. "Vinnie hold on there. This could be a trap!" Throttle said. "Lets think this through first."
Modo nodded. "He's right, bro. But guys I think that we should consider the possibility that Charley went to meet this woman."
All of Vinnie's anger left in a hot rush to be replaced by ice cold fear. If it was some kinda of trick then Charley--- No he couldn't even think like that.
"We have to go after her," Vinnie stated.
He walked towards the door. Only one thought in his mind. To get Charley back safely. Throttle was close at his heels.
"Vincent, she could be somewhere else," Throttle said, trying to reassure him.
"No. Throttle, you know Charley. "His pink eyes were hard. "If she even thinks Limburger created a child using our DNA and that that woman knows something---she's not even gonna think about what she's doing." Vinnie was more serious then his bros. had ever seen him. He walked outside and climbed on his bike. "You guys coming or what?"
Modo looked at Throttle. "Vinnie's right, Throttle. Charley's got quite at temper."
Throttle sighed, so much for not rushing headlong into what could be a trap. He got on his bike as did Modo.

Authors note: Sorry it took so long getting this part out!! Hope you guys like it. Feedback is appreciated. Biker Mice From Mars doesn't belong to me (or I could be very very rich), I'm just, let us say `borrowing' some of the characters for a bit. Zoey and Karen belong to me. Please ask before using them. Enjoy the story!!

Same day as part 4. Time: 3:45.
As Charley's bike neared it's destination, she began to have doubts about rushing off like she did. She had to admit racing off, without leaving any way for the guys to find her, into what could be a trap; wasn't exactly the most brilliant thing she's ever done. Charley knew she should of waited for the guys to get there, a few minutes wouldn't of mattered all that much. But something inside her had snapped at the thought that--that--FISH--could of done what this woman said he had done. She hadn't even stopped to think about it!

The more Charley thought about it, the more convinced she was that the whole thing was a trap. It had to be. Or at least that was what she kept telling herself, over and over. Charley couldn't even begin to think it was the truth, for ever time she did she felt sick to her stomach and the urge to scream was overpowering. It's just a trick, Charley..nothing more..nothing more...they could never real do what she says they did...never...

Charley slowed as she approached the school. For a split second she thought about turning around and forgetting this ever happened. But only for a split second. The nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach, pulled her onwards to the school. Part of her knew it was the truth, part of her knew exactly who the hybrid mouse in the picture was. But she had to know for sure. She had to know for sure.

Charley's bike roared to a halt in front of the old red-bricked school. A playground sat off to one side of the building, while a small parking lot was in front of the school. She looked around slowly, cautiously, for the woman; taking off her helmet. Or any sign of a trap. It was then that it occurred to Charley she had no clue what this woman looked like. How in heaven's name was she supposed to meet someone she couldn't recognize? Hopefully the woman would recognize her.

The school grounds and the parking lot were both deserted. Turing off her bike, Charley sat and waited. She sifted uneasily, she once again wished she had waited for the guys. More accurately she wished she had waited for Vinnie. Her hand grasped the peace emblem that hung from it's cord around her neck, holding it tightly against her.

It was then that she spotted the car. An dented, two door 88' Honda sat hidden in the shade of a large oak tree at the opposite end of the parking lot. The original white finish was slowly begin swallowed up by a reddish-brown fungus that crept up the drivers side. The owner of the car was no where in sight.

Looking around again, she became more uneasy with ever passing moment. It was still, so quite. It unnerved her. So much that when she heard the sound of a child's laughter she almost jumped clear of the bike. With a start she realized it had come from the playground. Then she laughed.

Oh course a child would be in the playground of a elementary school!! Man I'm jumpy...where is that woman? This is really freaking me out......

It was then that an idea hit her. Charley got off her bike and walked slowly to the playground. If what the woman was saying was the truth...could that be.....

As she came into clear sight of the playground she saw two figures by the swings. One, a woman in her thirties, pushing a young plainly fully human girl on the swings. The child was laughing happily, trying to swing higher and higher. Charley was about to turn around an leave; for this couldn't be the woman she was meeting, when the child spotted her.

"Mom! Look!!" the child said loudly, her voice carrying over to Charley. She pointed towards Charley. "Is that the lady your gonna meet?"

Karen Dean looked to where her daughter, her precious baby, was pointing. She smiled sadly at Charley. Part of her glad that she had shown up, another part of her wishing this moment had never come. "Gracie, don't point honey, it's not polite." Karen said more out of habit then anything.

She stopped pushing the swing and moved toward Charley. Grace, Karen's daughter, who at nine was old enough to swing by herself; jumped down of the swing and garbed her mom's hand. The two of them walk up to Charley, who meet them halfway. Karen's raven black hair blew wildly in the march wind.

"Ms. Davidson, Ms. Charlene Davidson?" Karen asked.

Charley nodded. The woman wasn't what she had expected. What she had expected she didn't know but a thirty year old with graying hair and a daughter wasn't it.
Karen held out a hand and smiled that sad smile again.

"I'm Doctor Karen Dean, and this," she gestured to the child, who clinched at her. "this is my daughter Grace."

She looked Charley up and down. Then she look around, as if looking for someone else.

"I must admit, I didn't think you'd come alone..."

Before either woman could say another word Grace put in her bit.

"HI!!! I'm seven!! How do you know my Mummy? Do you work with her? Do you really know giant talking mice?" The words rushed quickly from the child's mouth. Bright intelligent blue eyes shone up at Charley. Before Charley could begin to even try to answer her, the child ran back to the swings.

"Sorry about her. It's the age you know." Karen said apologetically.

Charley of course did not know. Nor did she plan to ask. Charley look at Karen in puzzlement. Karen acted and looked more like a soccer mom in her old jeans and baggy sweat shirt then a scientist who had done the things she had claim to have done. Then again appearances can be deceiving.

Karen smiled a little, almost as if she knew what Charley was thinking. She gestured to the near by bench.

"You would probably like to know what this is all about, wouldn't you Ms. Davidson?" Karen said in a low voice. "I'm sorry about asking you here but this is the only place I could think of that would be safe."

The two sat down on the bench. Charley eyed Karen.

"Safe for whom, Doctor?" Charley asked, evenly.

"Us both.....and for her." She was oblivious not referring to her daughter. "I'm sorry if the letter upset you, Ms. Davidson...but it was the only thing I could think of..." Karen looked around again. She looked at Charley, puzzled. "I'm sorry Ms. Davidson..but I must ask...did the other party get the package and letter? I was hoping you would both come..."

For a second Charley had no idea what she was talking about, then she remember. The package had been addressed to both her and Vinnie. That meant...Ah--shit--that means Vinnie could just find it sitting there..and OH---DAM--I left the garage open!!! What was I thinking...Vinni---the guys must be worried sick!!

"Uhm---"

Karen watched Charley's expressions and almost chuckled. She could she in her head this young woman dashing off to get the bottom of it all without tell anyone or even thinking to give the package to another soul.

"I'll take that as a no." She gave Charley a look. "It's very important that he know what I'm going to tell you, Ms. Davidson. Very important."

Charley was sick of this. She wanted Karen do get to the point.

"What is it that you want from us, Doctor Dean?" Charley asked pointedly.

"Nothing...I swear that to you! I only want to help Zoey...I wouldn't give a dam about you or Mr. Van Wham if it wasn't for Zoey.." Karen said darkly. "She is what is important here."

Charley blinked at the unfamiliar, yet familiar name. The name of the child in the pictures. The snow white furred human/mouse with large jade eyes. The nagging in her stomach increased. She couldn't stand it, she had to ask-- to know. It didn't matter that she didn't know if she could trust this person. She wished Vinnie was there, again. Charley took a deep breath.

"Zoey...Doctor Dean I must know is she...is Zoey..." Charley couldn't finish the question. Half afraid that if she said it aloud it would make it true.

Karen saw both the fear and hope that it was truth in Charley's eyes. She wished could take the pain away from her. No woman should have to go through this. No child should have had to go through this. Karen sighed and nodded.

"Your daughter." Karen said, with a bittersweet smile. Her eyes carefully forced on Charley's face. "Yes, Zoey is your daughter..created through a DNA experiment."

Charley leaned over her legs, her face buried in her hands. She felt sick. She wanted to scream, cry, and laugh all at once. She wanted to rush to Zoey and gather her in her arms. Charley let out a dry sob, before getting control of her rampet emotions.

Karen put a hand on Charley shoulder. She had been pretty sure Charley suspected, but knew it still had to come as a shock. A blow.

"It's okay. Cry if you want. Scream if it'll make you feel better. Punch me if that'll help, probably deserve it." Karen said softly, the way a mother comforts her child.


Charley looked up at Karen, pushing her brown hair out of her eyes as she did. The look it Karen's eyes alone told Charley she was tell the truth. And that Charley could trust her. A mother would never lie about something like this.

Charley's mind was still spinning from what she had just learned. Oh God....how could those monsters do this? This is horrible even for them! I--I have a daughter....I'm a mother.....I am a mother....

"Zoey's three years old, she'll be four May first." Karen told Charley, more the shake of saying something than anything. "I should of told you all this long ago..."

Charley shook her head, cutting Karen off. "You had your own child to think of--you don--you don't hafta explain yourself to me."

Karen patted one of Charley's hands that now lay in Charley's lap.

"Your more forgiving than I would have been, Ms. Davidson.....I suspect you've guessed the father?" Karen said, quickly getting back to Zoey.

Charley nodded. "Yes, I think I know....but why did you what till now to tell me about Zoey? You could have never told and no one would have known the difference."

"I would have...." Karen took a breath. "I was afraid before, for both my child and Zoey, but now I have little choice..." Karen broke off.

"What is it?" Charley asked, almost frantically. Wanting to know why Karen now had no choice.

"Before I continue...you must promise me you'll help me get Zoey away from those monsters!!" Karen said, her voice firm.

Charley's eyes darkened. "If you think I'd leave my child in the hand of those--those----" her voice was pure ice. "you have another thing coming. I'd get her out with or without you."

Karen nodded. She liked Charley...she'd make a good mother for Zoey. A very good mother. I better one than she could have ever been.

"Good." Karen said. She took another breath, trying to find her courage. "Since Zoey was born, she has been tested and experimented upon. Nothing that really caused her any harm or pain, mind you. Lately these `tests' have become worse and worse. Since we got this new `doctor' in, not only have the tests and experiments been more frequent but.......The tests have gotten to the point wear they cause her serious pain and harm---to the point where they could kill her. Early today they were sending electronic pluses through her...a fancy way of saying they were electrocuting her." She broke of as a strangled gasp-cry came from Charley.

Karen saw that Charley had her hand pressed over her mouth. Her eyes were wide in horror. Karen kicked herself for telling her this so crudely. But she couldn't think of any other way of getting the point across quickly. Karen didn't have much longer until she expected back at the labs. The Doctor may of sent her home, but he'd forget he told her that the second it became inconvent for him.

"I wish I could tell you this another way.....Earlier today I overhear the Doctor and Limburger talking about sending Zoey as gift to a Lord Cabrne. For target practice! I fear for Zoey's life. We have at the most a week before they send her away. You were the one person I could think of who could and would help. You and Mr. Van Wham.." AS she spoke Karen glanced at her watch. "Oh--Christ--I'm sorry Ms. Davidson...I have to get back to the lab..or they're KNOW something's up..."

Karen quickly stood, and waved to Grace. "Gracie time to go, baby!"

Charley looked blankly headed. Karen laid a hand on her shoulder. Charley blinked and looked up at her.

"I'll get in touch with you has soon as I can..please remember what I said......"She looked at Charley concerned. "Will you be all right? I hate to just run off, but I need to get Grace hone and get back to work..."

Charley nodded. "Yeah--I understand--yeah--" Her voice was monotone, her gaze blank.

Karen against her better judgment left Charley sitting on the bench as she rushed to get Grace home. And get back to work while she still had a job.

The 88' Honda rumbled off, leaving Charley sitting in absolute stillness and silence. She continued to stare blankly ahead. Her stomach twisted into tight knots, she felt as if she was on an out of control roller coaster. Her head was spinning.

It was then that the sound of three familiar motorcycle engines came to her ears. Seconds later the guys were headed towards the figure of Charley sitting on the bench. Half way to her Vinnie called out her name.

"Charley?" Worry and fear twisted in is stomach matching what Charley was feeling.

Charley looked up from her hands. She saw Vinnie. An instant later she flew up off the bench. The pent in sobs and cries rose to the surface.

"Vinne--" She cried, running half-stumbling to him.

Charley threw her arms around Vinnie, with a sob. Holding on like she'd never let go. Vinnie held her tightly as she sobbed incoherently. Vinnie felt anger wash over him, only to be replaced by concern and fear. His fur was becoming damp from her tears.

"Charley--what is it--are you okay--we--I was so worried--" He whispered to her rocking her gentle. They had both forgotten about the other two mice. Who stood with both concerned and puzzled expressions watching the couple.

Charley raised her head a bit to look into Vinnie's beady pink eyes. Tears ran unchecked over her checks.

"It--i--it--it's--tr-ue---"She sobbed. Her crying became harder as she buried her face in his soft fur again. "o---h---g-o--go--d---it's---true---"

Vinnie held her tighter, whispering things that made no sense.

"it's---tr--tr--tr--u-u-e---"

Karen hurried through the halls and down many flights of stairs to the lab. Nobody had seemed to notice she was even gone...which was strange. She nodded to several people as she passed them on her way to Zoey's room. As she approached the door Karen saw with a shock, that the door was slightly ajar.

That isn't a good sign...the Doc ordered her door be kept shut and locked at all times...especially after she escaped last time...she would have made it to..if not for that bit----

Karen pushed the door open and walked in. She sigh in relief at the scene before her. Zoey sat in Race's lap, her head resting against is strong shoulder, as he's head was bent slightly as he read to her. Her snow white fur, even as dirty as it was, seemed to glow pure white against Race's midnight black fur. Zoey had one of her rare truly happy smiles on her young face, her green eyes shinning with a light that was usually dimmed by the life she lived. Race's expression was the closet he ever looked to being happy.

Karen let out a whispered laugh, at the sight of this big macho mercenary catling holding a small mouse child as if she was made of fragile china. Race's ear pricked forward at the sound of her laugh. He raised his head a little, not enough to attract Zoey's attention, but enough so that he could look her in the eyes. Race's gold cat eyes, dilated at the bright light that shone in behind her, catching her gray ones at the same time.

Karen felt the same aching pull she always did when she looked into his gorgeous eyes. Race's mouth curved into something that could conceivable be considered a smile. He paused his reading and nudged the girl in his arms.

"Hey, mousey, look who's here," he whispered gently, tenderly; has if the child he held was his own. You would have thought this man had been father once himself.

But then again, Karen thought, he was a father, he had a little girl. From what I understand she would have been Zoey's age had she lived.

Zoey looked up and grinned wide at Karen. "Karen, we reading Dealing Wit Dragons..." She held her arms out wide for a hug.

Karen arched an eyebrow at Race. "Dealing With Dragons? Hardly one the Doc's recommend reading list..." she said sweetly, walk towards the pair.

Karen bent and swept the child from his arms. She hugged her tight. Zoey squealed in protest, saying she was crushing her laugh happily as she said it. Race looked at the two with an anguished sorrow. They reminded him too much of anther mother and daughter. Just like my Kylie and Alora. Oh, how I miss you dear ones...

Karen noticed he didn't responded as he usually did to her playful comment and looked at him concerned.

"Are you okay, Race?" She asked softly.

He shock himself and managed to a weak smile. "Yeah, Kare...ah'm okay...." He stood. "its way past this little ones bed time though..."

Karen smiled back, but wasn't fooled. "Yes it is. Ready for bed, sugar?"

After a little pleading and a little catejoleing Zoey was finally, put to bed. As the two left Zoey's room, Karen put her hand on Race's arm as he looked back at the pretending to be sleeping child.

Race looked at her, his gold eyes shining. "Yeah, babe?"

"We need to talk, soon.." She whispered, so softly only his sensitive ears let him pick it up. She nodded her head at Zoey slightly.

Race nodded in understanding, concern now clouding his eyes. "Crossroads.." He whispered. Karen nodded and walked away.

Race watched her walk away. He suppressed the impulse to gather her and Zoey in his arms and protect them always. To take them far away from this.

What has that woman gotten into now?

Standard disclaimer: Biker Mice doesn't belong to yours truly yada yada yada if it did I'd be rich. Zoey, Karen Dean, and Race are mine ask before you use.I write simply for mine and fans of BMFM pleasure, and so guy named Moe..Moe the world..the world Moenow please leave you bother me.

Same day as part 5 &6

"Hey, Charley-girl..You all right?" Vinnie knew the question was stupid the moment it left his mouth. But he had to say something; Charley had been sitting on her couch for almost four hours starring blankly at the wall, eyes unfocused. It killed him to see her like this, if he was in agony over what he had just learned then what could she be going through.

Charley looked at Vinnie blankly, the green eyes he loved so much, filled with pain. His earring glittered in her ear. Vinnie was glad his bros.' had left two hours before. He knew she wouldn't want them seeing her like this.

Charley opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. A low keening wail came from her and she held her arms out to him. In an instant Vinnie was there taking his love into his arms. He rocked her slowly, stroking her hair.

"Our---bbab---baby---in---ththatmonmonsters---hands---," Charley sobbed, her entire body shaking with each heave. "Oh---godwhenIthink----"

It tore Vinnie apart to see his usually so strong Charlene torn up like this. He knew what she was thinkingall the experiment they must have done on that---HIS little girltheir baby. Vinnie knew first hand what kind of horrors the pultkarians could inflict on a person and to think of those things being done to a child.it wasn't for Charley he would have raced up to the tower and took that fish down. But for Charley's shake he had to be the strong one.

"It's okay Charlene..I knowbabyI know---" Vinnie crushed her into his arms, soothing his almost wife. "We'll get herbabyI promise---I promisethose Ba------ will never hurt her again."

Vinnie knew it wouldn't be easy, but now that he knew he had a child he could abandon her, no matter what the cost they'd bring their baby home. for the first timeand no one would take her from them. no one.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Biker Mice. Wish I did. But I don't. The people who own it let it be taken off the air by the Power Ranger..(#@%%^$^!)Uhmm...Sorry. This fanfic is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents(all besides the Biker Mice and such buy we talk about that before) are products of the author's (me) imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead or otherwise, is entirely coincidental. Please don't sue me. I'm only a lowly college student who probably should be writing something she could get paid for (as I'm not being paid for this. This is written simply because I like the show, others like the show..and Nik and others have threaten me with bodily harm if I don't get this part out, and for that guy named Moe. Stop e-mailing me Moe. I don't know where Curly is.) This disclaimer also tests Stoker1439 theory that no one reads disclaimers. I do apologize for the running commentary that will happen in this part for some reason I just couldn't stay serious. Blame it on Stoker1439. He's corrupting me.

Disclaimer: I'm too tired to do I crazy one like I've been doing. Hey give me a break its 11:38pm here!! I don't own Biker mice...yadda yadda....don;t make money..you know the drill.

Disclaimer: Yes this is short but I wanted to get you guys something before I left. standard disclaimer applies. Dam, I'm gonna miss you guess..though I'll only be gone a little bit I won't be able to be on as much! *sniff* I promise part 11 will be very long and out before labor day (I hope).

The morning sun poured into the small kitchen at the Last Chance Garage, giving the cramped and threadbare room a more cheerful look. The most modern thing in the kitchen was the new fridge, Charley's old one having gone up a month or two back. Under the old sink was a dish washer, which hadn't worked since a certain mouse had put his boots in it. Faded yellow wallpaper and tile did little to lighten the room, which had only one window. But cheerful was the last thing a certain very tired Martian mouse felt as he sat a the battered wooden table. A mug of black coffee sat in front of him, a very strange thing for a mouse who never drank anything but rootbeer. The tan furred leader of the group eyed his younger bro. with concern.

"Dam bro. you look like hell," Throttle said looking at his white furred bud, sitting across the table from him. Man I've never seen Vinnie look so..so..old..

Vinnie looked up from his coffee and at his bro. He grunted in response. Throttle you don't know the half of it.

Modo tired to lighten the mood a bit. "Come on bro., what S'matter? Charley keep you up?" He grinned at Vinnie. Hoping Vinnie would go into his macho mouse mode, and say something Vinnieish. Like `dam straight bro.'. But Vinnie didn't even seem to hear him. Limburger's gonna pay for doing this to my bro. and Charley!! And I'm gonna owe Karbunkle double pay back for this!!

The three sat in silence, no one even bothering to turn on a radio. Vinnie sat staring into the black liquid in the mug before, his eyes blank and empty. He had decide what to do. Him and Charley had agreed, that they wouldn't tell Throttle and Modo about the meeting with Karen unless Vinnie wanted to. One part screamed at him to tell and the other told him to meet this woman first. What if Throttle was right and this is trap...what right do I have to endanger them cuz I can't get that kid out of my head? Modo and Throttle exchanged glances several times, they had never seen their bro. like this.

Charley entered the room looking just as bad as Vinnie if not worse. Her eyes were tired and weary with strain. Dark purple exhaustion circled under her eyes. She tried to smile but failed. And though she had washed her face several times, the path of dried tears could be seen on her face.

"Charley-ma'am, are you okay?" Modo, ever the gentleman, as he jumped up to pull a chair out for the exhausted human.

"I've been better, Modo. I've been better," Charley sighed. You'd better believe it. I should have gotten the license plate number if that truck that hit me. Man what a headache!

Vinnie, without being, asked rose and went to get a cup of coffee for his girl. Something very out of character for Vinnie. Handing her the mug, she smiled in thanks. Looking into her upturned eyes Vinnie felt the crushing ache in his chest. I wish I could spare her all this.... He sat down in the chair next to her and griped her hand under the table.

It wasn't till that point did Throttle fully realize how much this was affecting them or how much they truly loved each other. He almost felt jealous. I don't think Carbine has ever look at me like that......Jezz Throttle forget her. Yer bro. needs you. Your the leader and so far all you've able to say is are you okay? Come on man, think. If this all isn't just some screwed up trick of Limburger's, there is a little girl who desperately needs our help...poor kid.

"Okay Vincent, spill it," was all Throttle said.

Charley squeezed Vinnie's hand under the table. The look in her eyes was all he needed. Taking a deep breath, he told his bros.--his family--about the phone call from the now famous (at least to them) Dr. Karen Dean.

Warning!!!! The section of Blood Ties as content that might upset some readers. If the abused of a child (however fictional) upsets you greatly you may not want to read on. Remember this is only fiction and I didn't write this just because I like to write about cruel things happening to people (that's Stephen King's job) ..all violence ad abused has some point in the story. If you have found this warning confusing sorry.

Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer. Zoey, Karen, Race, and Grace belong to me. Please ask before using. You can draw them or anything else pertaining to Blood Ties as much as you want with out asking.