Second Impression

Everyone has a first impression. But sometimes its the second impression that says even more. (oneshot)

Disclaimer: No own BMFM, le sigh.

Second Impression

She was funny, with a dry wit that could rival Throttle's on his best day.

She had gone tooth and tail against Vinnie, the Prank King, and had been unanimously declared the Queen. (The Kool-Aid/bath tub incident would live in infamy. Especially after Throttle sent the pictures to Carbine for mass distribution on Mars.)

She could trade banter on the radio with Stoker, easily turning his flirting into a verbal sparring that made the older mouse smile for days after they talked.

She was thoughtful: her boys always came first. She would record their favorite shows when Limburger's schemes kept them out of the house. She remembered their favorite brand of hot dogs, even going across town to get them when the main store had run out. She even remembered their favorite shampoo.

She was sweet, always understanding. But whenever they needed a quick smack upside the head, she wouldn't shy away from giving them just that.

She was fierce in battle, independent and strong. (And so terrified of spiders she would climb the walls to get away from them.)

She was the best listener you could wish for, never judging, never saying something was stupid.

She was always there when they needed her. When he needed her.

She reminded him of his lost mate, Blue. Even down to how much he loved her.

But Modo didn't worry about loving Charley like he had loved Blue.

He worried about loving her more.