What Do You Say?

By Hayden Davidson

Copyright 2001

Disclaimer: I don't own Biker Mice From Mars and I'm making no money from this. This is for enjoyment purposes only. Story idea and Tact belong to me.
Authors note: This is along the same time long as my other story 'What are Bros. For?', set about 2 months after Vinnie and Throttle first meet.

A cherry red motorcycle pulled into the garage of a small but well kept house. A white furred female mouse climbed off the bike pulling down the garage door as she pulled off her helmet. The mouse looked to be in her mid-twenties but the weary tired looked on her face and in her gray eyes. Half asleep on her feet Tact moved to the door into the house, then smiled as she opened the door hear the sound of the TV on. "Vincent sweetie, Mommy's home."

When there was no answer she walked into the tiny living room, and sighed softly. "Fell asleep watching TV again." She mummered softly, then smiled softly down at her young son who was fast asleep on the couch clutching his tail. "Vinnie baby." Tact said softly stroking his son's hair.

"Mommy?" Vinnie asked opening his eyes sleepily.

"Yea sweetie, I'm home. Have you eaten yet?" Tact asked him sitting down on the edge of the couch.

"Uh-huhhad hot dogs at Throttle's house." The boy told her climbing into her lap.

Tact chuckled hugging her son. "If you keep eat over there so much, Throttle's mommy is going to think she has two sons instead of just one." She told him, mussing his hair affectionately.

"No she won't! I'm too cute to be Throttle's brother." Vinnie protested.

"Well that I have to agree with, since you do get your dashing looks for me." Tact told him kissing his forehead.

Vinnie giggled. "We're the badiest mamojammers on mars!" he exclaimed add a shy. "Right mommy?"

"You bet your ears we are! Nobody can out ride your mother." Tact told him proudly, scooping the small mouse into her arms. "C'mon champ bed time for you."

"Aww mommy! I'm not tired." Vinnie protested.

"And that's why you feel asleep on the couch?" Tact teased gently, helping Vinnie put his P.J.'s on. "What did you and Throttle do after you ate hot dogs?"

"Throttle's dad took us out for ice cream, we didn't even have to take his icky little sister with us." Vinnie told her as he climbed into bed, clutching his mouse-bear.

"Vinnie, Day is the same age you are." Tact reminded him.

Vinnie wrinkled his nose, reminding Tact very much of another male she'd known almost 7 years ago. "She's still icky cuz she's a girl. And girls' have cooties!"

"And who told you that?" Tact wanted to know.

"Throttle did. He said all girls have cooties, 'pecial little sisters. And if they kiss you, you get cooties too!" Vinnie informed her solemnly.

Tact gave him a mock scowl. "So I have cooties do I? Mommy's ARE girls you know, young mouse."

"You're not a girl! You're a Mommy!" Vinnie protested, giggling as his mother started tickling him.

"I think Vincent that one day you won't mind girls so much." Tact told him a few moments later after their tickle battle had ended.

Vinnie shook his head, yawning. "No way, I'll always think girls are yucky." He declared, cuddled under the covers as Tact tucked him in.

Tact smiled and shook her head over the way 7 year old minds work. "Yes dear." She leaned over and gave him a big hug and kiss. "Night baby."

"Night mommy." Vinnie answered on the end of a yawn as Tact turned on his nightlight and flicked off the lamp.

Tact was almost to the door when her son called out to her.


"Yea Vinnie?" Tact asked coming back over to her son.

Vinnie sat up a bit and looked at his hands then back at his mother. "Mommy, why does Throttle have a Dad and I don't?" he asked his innocent blue eyes looking up at her.

Tact froze not have expected the question from her son at that moment. What was she supposed to tell him? How could a little boy understand the decision she'd made 8 years ago when she'd found out she was going to have a little boy. What do you say in a moment like this?

"Mice just have different kinds of families, sweetie. Some kids have both mommies and daddies, other are raised by their grandparents, some have just daddies." Tact tried to explain, stroking his son's forehead. "And other kids have two mommies or two daddies.."

Vinnie giggled a little at that. "Like Hornethe's got two mommies.."

"Don't laugh Vincent it's not nice." Tact scolded gently. "You see Vinnie different kids have different kinds of families. None are any better or any worse. Do you understand?"

"So...me and you are just a different kinda family from Throttle's, mommy?" Vinnie asked after a few moments.

Tact nodded. "That right baby." She said as she helped him settle back down in bed.

"But mommy?"

"Yes sweetie?" Tact said as she leaned over to kiss his cheek.

"Why do we have a different kind of family from Throttle? Doesn't my daddy love me?" Vinnie asked timidly.

'So that's what his is aboutone of the kids at school must of said something' Tact thought as she smiled reassuringly at Vinnie. "Of course he loves you Vinnie. He loves you very much." Tact told him. Or he would if I'd told him, she amended to herself.

"Then why isn't he with us, mommy?" Vinnie persisted sleepily, his eyes closing.

"Because well.its kind of complicate Vinnie-sweetie.." Tact started to explain, then looked down at her son and found that he'd fallen asleep. Smiling sadly, she kissed his forehead. "I love you Vincent." She whispered, getting up from the bed and walking from the room. As she went to close the door a little she glance back at her small son.

One day he'd ask that question again, and she'd have to give him a answer. And what does one say in that moment?