Oh My Biker Gods Chapter 3

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

Disclaimer: said it already.....you know, at the beginning of the story?

Chapter 3

The energy died as quickly as it formed, leaving the god to collapse to the floor. Books and papers went flying in every direction as the force holding them up vanished.

"Throttle!" Charley ran to his side, checking him over for injuries. He was lying so still, what if he was hurt? What the hell had just happened to him?!

He stirred slowly, a hand reaching to push his shades back on his muzzle. He blinked hard to try and clear his head. "Mmph. What in the Nine Hells hit"-- He suddenly caught sight of the new hole in the roof. "No. No fragging way!!"

"Throttle?! Are you okay?! What was that? What happened?"

"I'm fine," the mouse lunged for the phone, " and I need to make a call." He punched in more numbers than Charley had ever seen used, making her wonder just who he was calling. "Hello? This is Throttle. Yeah, about that last transfer"--

"What?! The hell its final!--What do you mean, its already been accepted into the System?! It can't be! But--Almighty One! You can't be serious!" He suddenly flinched as a muffled voice on the line got noticably louder. "But--yes, I heard her wish it....Yes, I know the policy, dammit, I"---

He winced at something the other person said. "Yes, sir. Yes. I will." He slammed the phone down, nearly breaking it in half. "Well, that just sucks."

"Is....is something wrong?" she asked hesitantly.

He stared at her in utter disbelief. "You....you made a....Wish...."

"No I didn't."

"Oh yes you did."

"No I didn't!"

"Your exact words, and I quote, 'I'd wish for a god like you to be with me always.'"

"I said 'if I could', not 'that's what I want'!"

"Well, you could, and you did!" He snapped. "The Wish you made's already been filed and accepted by the System. The Almighty said its too late to change it."

She stared at him. "You mean when I said I wanted you to be with me always"--

He gave her a look. "Yep. Honey, I'm home."

"But--but that's crazy!! You didn't even get a say in this! They can't make you do something against your will, can they?"

The mouse stared at her. "What part of, 'wish for anything you want', did you not understand?"

"But I--isn't there some way to cancel it?"

"'Fraid not. Once a Wish is filed and accepted into the System, it gets incredible power behind it. No one can resist it, not even an immortal. And truth is, I don't have all that much power to start with."

She frowned in confusion, "But you're a god."

"Man, I wish gods had as much power as mortals think we do. Look, a tv can't get signal without an antennae, right? The antennae picks up the signal, and sometimes it even has to use a signal booster before it reaches the screen. I'm just an 'antennae;' all I do is transfer and file wishes to the Almighty."

"You--you mean"--

"Ah, don't worry about it. My job as 'antennae' is over. From now on, its just me and you."

The human knew her mouth was hanging open, but she couldnt' help it. A god was going to live with her. A gorgeous, Martian god with peircings and the most beautiful bike she'd ever seen. He was going to live with her. Live...with....her.....

Oh, no.

A tiny little sound escaped her, making him frown. "You okay?"

The main door slammed open, most of the Auto Club members piling in after a long night of partying. The noise went somehow unnoticed by the two upstairs.

That sound came out of her again, like the terrified squeak of a tiny mouse. "Charley?"

Foale and Husky were headed down the hall to their shared dorm when they noticed the light under Davidson's door. The black and red-furred mice exchanged surprised looks. The kid was a well-known genius; surely he wasn't still doing homework? They moved to check on their youngest member, actually starting to feel bad for making him work all night.

She tried to speak, but nothing was coming out. Oh god, he can't live here!! Here in this dump?! We'd be jammed in like sardines! And there is no way we'd be able to keep my secret--The girl tried to stand and the world spun wildly before it went suddenly dark.

"Charley!" Throttle easily caught the Terran before she hit the floor in a dead faint. He immediately ran a diagnostic spell over her, somewhat surprised he still remembered it after so long. The Martian scowled at what he saw. Extreme exhaustion from much too little sleep and too much work, damn near malnourished after three days with hardly anything to eat, a mild fever, clammy skin--

And a heart beating so fast for a moment he was honestly afraid she was having a heart attack. He laid her down on the bed, hurriedly starting to unbutton her shirt to use a calming spell on her body when the door suddenly banged open.

The noise was enough to wake Charley, and she nearly jolted upright. Her movement unbalanced Throttle, and he had to catch himself with his hand on the other side of her body. To Husky and Foale, it looked like he was positioning himself over their youngest dorm mate.

Charley startled at how close the god's face was to hers. She had to swallow hard to get anything like thought back in her head when faced with someone so handsome. It took a moment before she noticed her two friends. "Um, this--this is not what it looks like!" she said in a panic.

"This is exactly what it looks like," Throttle murmured without humor.

"Thank god," Husky said firmly.

"What?" Both Martian and Terran said in surprise.

"Its about time!" Foale said happily. "Jeez, kiddo, we were starting to think you'd never find somebody. And just look at this fella! Real grade A material. Way to go, man!"

Throttle's jaw dropped in shock at the innuendo. Charley could barely work her mouth enough to speak, "I--I--ah....th-thank you?"

The two Mice exchanged grins before turning back to the tan mouse. "Now be sure you treat our Charley right! He might be young--"

"-and a bit of a geek--"

"--but he's a pretty good kid. Well, we'll just let you two carry on. Have fun!" They shut the thin door, their voices clearly carrying to the two within as they called out the news, "Hey, guys, guess what?! Davidson finally got him some!!"

The majority of the dorm gave a resounding cheer, whistles and catcalls filling the air. The girl felt her face flush bright red and she ducked her head. "Shoot me. Please. Just kill me right now."

"Sorry, not in the deal," Throttle said as he straightened up. He pushed her back down when she tried to do the same. "Oh no, you stay right there."

"But I'm fine"--

"When's the last time you ate anything?"

She startled at the question. "Um, it was.....sometime around seven, I think."

"What day?"

She flushed at his scolding tone, but was even more embarrassed at the fact that it was mostly deserved. "Yesterday. Er, the day before yesterday."

"Around early morning, right?"

"Why do you even bother asking me a question if you already know the answer?" she groused.

"As long as you know the answer too, we should be fine," he said. He went and scanned the contents of her fridge, making a face at how little was in there. He brought over another bottle of water and a pack of crackers. "Its not much, but you need something in your stomach."

She took it without looking at him. "Thanks." She took a few bites of cracker before speaking again. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For everything," she said miserably. "For me making a stupid wish, for you having to baby-sit some human you just met, for locking you here, of all the places you could be. For an entire dorm full of guys that think we're an item. Want me to keep going?"

"Nope, that's enough for me," he said, a smile taking any real sting from his words. "Look, we'll just make the best of this, alright? Besides, its kind of in our best interests."

She cocked her head at him. "What do you mean?"

"Because the force of the Wish works on us too. It'll start working anytime something tries to separate us. Even if we try to go away from each other, it'll force us back together."

If anything, she felt worse. "Sorry."

"Apology accepted, as long as you eat," he scolded. "You're so underweight, no wonder you dropped like that--" he paused and shook his head. "I swear, kid, with all the girly worrying, you're turning me into an old woman."

She found a smile. "Oh, somehow I doubt that."

"Woe to the unbelievers," he said jokingly. "Now c'mon, we can do this."

"I guess so," she said, a much more cheerful mood coming on her as some food finally hit her system. It immediately crashed at his next words, "So, where do I sleep?"