I do not own the Biker Mice from Mars, not that I think anyone would pay for this anyhow but I make no profit from writing it.

The characters belong to who ever created the original series.

Finally

By Morning 2000

Both had seen their share of sorrow and heartache. But as life would have it their paths finally blended together into one journey. It had been so many years since they'd been together. They had talked on the radio seen each other briefly but this was the first time they could actually stay together.

Limburger gone, earth was finally safe now they could work too completely remove the last of the Plutarkian menace from their home world.

Since there was more peace than conflict they could take a little more personal time for each other. Out in the Martian desert they'd found a quiet spot atop a small ridge. He sat with her comfortably leaning against his chest. His arms wrapped around her shoulders as they watched the sun set. Throttle had been somewhat nervous when he picked her up. It wasn't unusual for him to be quiet and pensive but this time he was even more so.

"You cold?" He asked almost startling her.

"No not really." She smiled snuggling closer. "This is still such a strangely beautiful world we have in spite of what the Plutarkian's had done. Every day I see why our people struggle so hard to keep it, sacrificed so much."

"Yeah she's quite a lovely lady. The only other lady that will ever have my heart." He whispered close to her ear in the voice that sent sky rockets to every part of her. The voice that she longed to hear every moment they'd been apart.

"She better be!" Carbine lightly teased turning towards him. She pauses for an instant then reaching up gently sliding the specks off his face. She had to look into his eyes; those precious gems that had captured her very soul from the first instant she'd met him. It didn't matter what Karbunkle had done they still held the inner beauty that had always left her breathless and always would.

Throttle could feel himself once more falling in her chestnut brown eyes not wanting to stop himself. Her thick black hair adorning her face like an ebony frame surrounding a great work of art. That's what she was, the most exquisite work of creation that had ever graced his life. His hand traced her cheek then held it steady as his mouth caressed her forehead and moved down to place a sweet light peck on the tip of her nose. She closed her eyes letting the feeling melt into her mind. He pulled back his head to study her face only to see tears escaping from her closed eyes.

"What's wrong, babe?"

"It’s just I never thought we would ever be this happy again. It's kind of scary, that some how you'll disappear again." She said in little more than a hush of a voice. He wiped her tears away with the back of his hand hopefully brushing away all her fears. He could feel her shiver a bit succumbing to the change in temperature from a sudden evening breeze that whisked by. With out a second thought he removed his leather jacket and secured it around her shoulders.

"Won't you get cold? "

"Nah, I have everything I need to keep me warm." He smiled pulling her closer to him this time cradling her in his arms so he could gaze at her face. His head lowered gradually as she inhales just seconds before feeling his incredible kiss. Heaven is what she thought every time he did, his movements slow and delicate like he thought she might break. Her head filled with the fragrance surrounding his face. The light mixture of his cologne only added to the mind filling experience.

Not in his wildest dreams could Throttle have imagined feeling anything so prefect. Her silky soft fur and sweet lips were totally intoxicating. As the kiss ended he continued to hold her face in his hands. His thumbs tracing her mouth as if he needed to touch them to make sure that they and she were real.

"Carbine I've never loved anyone or anything as much as I do you. I know I have a lot to make up for not being here and all, but I'll never leave you again. Will you do me the honor of being my wife? His voice was unnaturally nervous for him. Unsure and down right scared.

Carbine blinked stunned for a second. She'd known him, it seem like, her entire life. He was her first and to be honest only love. Her first kiss, the man

who she'd waited a lifetime for. Now he'd finally asked her, every dream and hope was becoming a reality and all she could do was stare at him in disbelief with her mouth slightly hanging open.

Throttle didn’t quite know what to make of her response whether her silence meant she was over come with joy or couldn't find the words to let him down easy. He was going to risk asking again what ever the answer it was better than the deer in the head light stare she was giving him.

"Carbbie sweetie will you marry me?" He held his breath.

"Yes," Came from an almost whisper of a voice. Carbine was never what one would call shy or soft-spoken but this was one time she was lost for words and the simple quiet yes was all she could manage.

He took a small box from the pocket of the jacket that draped her shoulders and handed it to her. With trembling hands She opened it to see an earring. A radiant pink crystal placed in an antique silvered metal setting.

"It's been in my family for as long as I can remember, it was my great grand mothers. Some how my Mom was able to save it and when I told her what I plan on doing she gave it to me." He said proudly. "She told me it was about time."

"It's gorgeous." Carbine said in a still quiet voice as she removed the earring that was presently in her ear. Throttle took the small piece of jewel and after softly brushing her hair away, placed it in her left ear. Then softly kissing were the earring found it's new home, lingering there a moment.

Then he whispered, "I promise to make you as happy as it's possible to be."

That was all it took she broke down in a flood of tears. She cried because they'd both made it through the horrors of the war, because they were home and together, but mostly because she couldn't put into words the love she felt for him at that moment.

Throttle simply wrapped his arms around her tenderly, leaned back and let her weep until she finally fell sleep holding him securely. The last bit of light disappeared from the prefect Martian sky as evening draped it's darkness over them, the two moons rose finding their place and Throttle contently had finally found his there, with her in his arms.

The Beginning…….