In Two

Wheels We Trust

Disclaimer: The 'Mayans MC' series is why this is a thing.

Summary: What if Chuck had joined a Biker Club after the Stanford Incident?

"Chuck Bartowski, for one year you have been with us as a Prospect in the hopes of joining our ranks as a member of the Dungeon Masters." Began Grace Penwater, one of the original founding members of the Dungeon Masters MC.

A Motorcycle Club that got its start back in the late 70's when a large group of teenaged boys and girls joined together to have someone to rely on and share mutual interests with. Said interests being of the Nerdy and Geeky variety and a few other things and they were picked on because of those interests. Since then, they have grown and spread through out California with Grace being the head of the Burbank chapter. It had been Grace's son who had seen Chuck at his lowest after Stanford and had thought it was a good idea to bring him on board with the Dungeon Masters. Thinking it would help keep him from going down a bad path given how things had gone for him at Stanford. Grace's son had also been his sponsor as well. "In that time, you have given us your trust at your lowest point when you had no reason to trust us." She continued and Chuck kept silent as he stood before her and the rest of the Inner Council.

Of which included Grace's son, Freddy. "You've come along way since Freddy brought you before us and it is my hope you'll continue on a good path."

Part of Chuck was worried he was about to be given the boot but he did his best not to show his feelings on his face. "Which is why it is my duty to proudly declare you a Dungeon Master, Charles Bartowski." Finished Grace with a smile on her face as Chuck's face morphed into one of shock as the others with them, Freddy included, all began to cheer.

Freddy quickly got the other man the material needed to be placed on his vest and hugged him. "I knew you'd make it into the DM! Proud of you, buddy!"

"I, I can't believe it." Chuck told him as the cheering continued around them as Chuck went to work getting his vest upgraded so to speak.

Feeling immensely happy about everything, knowing if it wasn't for the Dungeon Masters, he'd be a complete mess after the Stanford incident.

Author's Notes: I started this a long while back but never finished it until now.