Title: Released
No.: 3/50
Word count: N/A
Character: Vinnie, Stoker, Modo, Throttle
Pairings: Bro's and bikes.
When they set off on their own for the first time without Stoker, it was like they were missing something. The security of the older and more experienced mouse had been a crutch that they had all been reluctant to admit they were sad to see leave.
Vinnie was nonchalant, the quickest to get over the lack of protection, choosing to take it in stride and move forward. He saw it as a challenge, and had claimed that now 'the training wheels were off' it was time for 'this mammajamma' to let loose.
Throttle had followed suit, mostly because he was heading that way anyway, and if Vinnie was going to get himself into trouble then it was the shades-wearing mouse that would inevitably have to pull out some plan or another to save his tail.
When it came to Modo, he slid in neatly to their new formation as their back door. Though they had all been riding for the same amount of time, and they'd been through most of the hard training together, Modo had the most solid bond with his bike, so it fell to him to be there for his bro's when they were, and/or weren't paying as much attention as they should have been. 'Courtesy is the rule of the road', as his grey-furred old momma used to say, and Modo, as with all wisdoms bestowed upon him by his momma, took it to heart. So it fell to him to make sure his bros were in the know when they were out on the road.
The three blended well, with the white mouse's charisma and daring, the tan mouse's quick mind and careful execution and the grey mouse's consideration and strength made for a balanced team.
As Stoker watched them race down the highway he felt a little regret that he wasn't with them, but they'd always be his bro's, teacher or not, once they'd first hit the road together they'd become brothers.
Vinnie sped past Modo, clipping his mirror as he overtook the other mouse. Up on the ridge Stoker cringed as the grey mouse let out a roar of indignation. Yes, he may have regretted parting ways with the boys, but he certainly didn't miss the bike damage that always ensued whenever they were together. His bike let out an agreeing bleep and he tucked his helmet over his ears with a smirk.
The bro's were on their way.
It was time to rock and ride.
