Oh My Biker Gods! Chapter 2

"The name's Throttle, and I'm from the Martian Gods' Help Line. We'v got your call, I've been authorized by the Almighty to grant you a wish." Charley honestly thought she was going to faint....

Disclaimer: I do not own Biker Mice from Mars, nor anything about Oh! My Goddess.

Chapter 2

"A....a wish?" she said in blank shock.

He gave a slight nod. "That's right. Any Wish you want. If you want to be a billionaire, we can do that. If you want power or fame, piece of cake. Or if you wanted to destroy the world, we could do that too. But we prefer to not deal with people like that, you understand."

"Oh, of course not, that'd be horrible," she found herself saying automatically.

"Word of warning, though, you only get one Wish. So go ahead, ask for anything you like."

"Ah...." The girl shook her head hard to try and clear her mind. I must be dreaming. I passed out from exhaustion and I'm having the weirdest dream of my life.

The Martian's mouth curled into a smile. "Nope, kiddo, you ain't dreaming."

She blinked at him. "Are you sure? Because I would have sworn you came out of that mirror, and that's not physically possible."

"Not if you use matter-light transposition technology," he answered, resting his elbows on the handlebars of his bike. "Energy is matter and matter is energy, right?"

She nodded, "Yes."

"So theoretically, you can change any matter into any form of energy you want, and transfer it any way you want, therefore reconstructing it any way you want. Its basic physics."

She blinked at him again as her brain fought to process all that. "You'd need insane amounts of energy to do any of that."

Throttle just smiled. "I've got the means."

"Apparently," she said blankly. No way. It can't be, the logical side of her brain argued. That's not possible. Ten bucks says its a prank. He probably got sent here by those jerks Foale and Husky for a laugh because they think I need to get laid. Damn if they don't have excellent taste. He's one hell of an actor, gotta give him that.

"No, its not a joke," Throttle said. "And I'm not acting. But hey, why would your friends send somebody over? You look like you could bag a decent girl if you wanted too, so what's the problem?"

She quirked an eyebrow at him. "You're joking, right?"

"No."

"Its not obvious?"

"No. Why, you got a looks complex or something?"

She found herself laughing. "No way. Looks shouldn't be that important to anyone. I just can't have a boyfriend right now."

"Ah. Boyfriend," he said in a tone of sudden understanding before going on. "So you're trying to focus on your studies to get graduated early, huh?"

"Something like that," she said, studying him. It can't be. He can't be, but--"Um, sorry if this sounds really rude, but do you have any sort of proof that you're a g"--

He started in surprise, "Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't do the introductions right, its been a long time since I talked to any mortals." He reached into a pouch on his belt and handed her a card. "Here you go. Throttle de Wryfyen, Martian god First Class, type two, license unlimited."

A god with a business card? "I'm Charley Davidson. Um, from Earth, college student. C-can I get you anything? Something to drink?"

Throttle couldn't help a small smile. The guy's so nervous its making his voice higher. Poor kid. "Water, if you got it."

"Sure!" Charley hurried to the fridge, trying to piece everything together in her mind. Okay. There's a bike, in my room, and there's no way that beauty could possibly get up the stair or down the hall of this dorm without destroying something on the way in. Fact is, its too big. And there's a guy that just appeared in my room, that says he's a god, that he wasn't sent by---

Wait, how did he know--I didn't say anything out loud about Foale and those jerks sending him over! But he answered like I said it to his face. I know Martians have some mind tricks, but I don't think any of them can actually read minds. No normal Martian anyway.

And he came out of the mirror. Out. Of. The. Mirror....

I'm either really, really high, dreaming, or, or....Holy shit, there really is a god in my dorm room!

Throttle put down the kickstand, resting his bike as he dismounted. He put his helmet on the seat bar, sitting down on the other side of the small table. Charley set two bottles of water in front of them, hands shaking in a sudden attack of nerves as she twisted off the caps. "H-here you go. I'm sorry its not fancier, I have no idea what to serve a god. Sir. My lord?" What do you call a god?!

"No, no," Throttle immediately protested. "None of that. I don't hold with using all the titles and names. Throttle, please, just Throttle."

"Okay, Throttle." She had to take a deep breath to not start hyperventilating. How could all this be real?!

And why in the world did his name sound familiar?!

"Know what you want to wish for yet?"

"What?"

"Your Wish. It is what I'm here for."

Her jaw dropped in shock at the reminder and she blurted out the first thing she thought. "I have no idea."

Throttle leaned back in the chair, eyebrows and ears going up in surprise. "Wow. That's a first. Normally people are jumping up and down trying to spit out everything they want." He shrugged, "But hey, if you want to take your time, go ahead. It'd probably be better if you did."

Charley nodded absently, her eyes drifting over to where his bike stood. Her gaze locked on it. "Oh, she's a gorgeous one," the girl said softly.

"You like bikes?"

"Love them," she said, smiling. "My dream is to design and race the best bikes in the galaxy. But after seeing this beautiful girl," she stared at his bike like one would a lover, "they'd all look like her. I'll bet she's the most fantastic AI to grace the sands of Mars."

The bike didn't beep so much as chime as it gave what she could only assume was a 'thank you' to her compliment. Throttle smiled, "Flattery will get you anything with her."

"What kind of engine is she? What about the connecting rods, those don't look like any kind I've seen before. Hey, what kind of tension does that chain take? And what"--

"Hey, hey, one at a time, kid," he laughed. "Here, I'll walk you through the engine." He got up and stood by his bike, pointing out the various parts and pieces. Charley was an attentive student, asking dozens of intelligent questions and taking notes as fast as she could write in her battered green notebook. Throttle had to admit that he was impressed. Their talk soon turned to talking about bikes in general, then the intergalactic racing circuit, and from there to about everything. Time passed with the two laughing and joking like old friends.

Hours later, a glance at the clock made Charley startle. "Its two in the morning?"

Throttle blinked in surprise. "No kidding? Man, I didn't think we'd been talking that long."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep you so long."

"Nah, no trouble," he waved it off. He found a smile, "I don't suppose you've thought of a Wish yet?"

She made a face at the reminder as she turned to get another bottle of water out of the fridge. "Nope, not at all."

"C'mon, Charley, surely you can think of something you want," he cajoled.

"Hey, I had other stuff on my mind. I mean, I can't remember the last time I had so much fun with a guy. If I could, I'd wish for a god like you to be with me always."

Throttle laughed at the idea before he felt a telltale tingle over his forehead. His jaw dropped in shock. "Wha...." His voice died away as his antennae began to glow.

"But that's silly, right?"

The god's eyes turned white and glowing as the energy gathered around the room, the marks on his face beginning to glow too.

"No one could make a god do something like that."

The energy swirled around the Martian god, lifting him off the ground as it solidified into light. It crackled like lightning, objects all over the room lifting from the almost magnetic force. His bike revved and wailed at the sight of her master seeming to loose control, making Charley whirl to face him. "Throttle?!"

The brilliant energy suddenly exploded upwards, a beam of light that punched through the ceiling and up to the sky.