Chuck had always thought that they would be together. Since the day they met, the funny thing is, so much can happen in such a short span of two weeks.

Two weeks ago Chuck's mind was plagued with actions that would somehow woo Sarah.

Two weeks ago Bryce was dead.

Now, both images seem too farfetched. Mainly because Bryce was in front of Chuck in a battle of will, via staring contest, against Casey.

Babies, he's surrounded by babies, Chuck sighed. He cupped their opposing temples with his palm and pushed them away from each other, successfully breaking the struggle for whatever reason beyond his comprehension.

"You're twisted." Chuck stated.

"Why, thank you." Casey smirked.

"There's nothing going on between me and Bryce. We're both guys, for Christ sake." Chuck clarified, looking down to his feet. Bryce looked at his friend that was a table apart from him with a clouded expression.

"Really?" Casey asked with a feigned surprise. "Because with your dejected face and his rejected eyes, I'm afraid you two aren't that convincing. Of me, or yourselves for that matter." They both responded with widened eyes and looking at each other in shock.

Liar.

Chuck was the first to break their eye contact. "You're hallucinating." Casey made a motion to speak, but Chuck quickly cut him off. "Even if you were right, well, that wouldn't explain Bryce and Sarah acting like bunnies in my room."

"Chuck…" Bryce began, reaching out for his friend's hand.

The Buy-More employee turned away from both men, walking to the front door. "I'm going to bed. Catch you later."

The two remaining men waited in silence; one in interest, the other in shame. As the door closed, Casey looked around partially frustrated. "Where the hell is popcorn when you need it?"

"What the hell Casey?" Bryce slammed his hands on the counter. "I don't need a testosterone ridden cupid, thanks for the offer though."

"Don't flatter yourself." Casey snorted, his voice muffled by the cabinets. "Gotcha!" He successfully closed the cabinet door with a bag of popped popcorn in his hand. The FBI agent opened the bag and brought his focus back to Bryce. "I hate your guts – that much is obvious. I can't say I'm too fond of your fairy counterpart either." Casey shoved a hand full of popcorn into his mouth before continuing. "But, the two things I hate more then the two of you, is obliviousness and confusion. You have those categories pretty wrapped up, wouldn't you say? A big, bundle of things that Casey hates. So, why don't you go ahead and fix this geeky love triangle you found yourself in, eh?" Casey scraped the remaining crumbs from the bag before throwing it away. He walked over to his front door and opened it. "You know how to use a door, right?" Bryce look hesitant in his next action then strode past Casey, ignoring the huge slam behind his back.

He knew what he had to do. Would he do it, was the main question he asked himself.

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Damn Casey. Damn Bryce. Where the hell was Sarah during all of this! Mmm, I guess I should count my blessings. The last thing I want to do is talk to Sarah about all of this. Chuck got up from his bed and decided to let some fresh air in. There was no way something could go wrong with a simple action like that, right? Paranoia set in. What if Bryce, Sarah or, heaven forbid, Casey pop up from the outside? He took his chances and opened the window. For a brief moment, the calming gusts of wind eased Chuck's mind. He cautiously peered down and saw that no one was hiding behind the window frame.

"Hey Chuck." Bryce casually greeted.

Chuck's eyes widened and he turned around, jumping at the sight of the agent. "Bryce! What are you doing here?"

Bryce took Chuck shocked pause as an opening. "I came to see you." He wrapped his hands around Chuck's and pulled him in. The other inched back.

"I…" Chuck broke Bryce's gaze once more, looking away hopelessly. "I don't want you to hurt me anymore." The rouge agent caressed Chuck, and in an almost hypnotic reaction, he stared back into Bryce's eyes. Pain, the need of comfort, loneliness.

Bryce whispered into Chuck's ear. "Please… just, give me this."

And Chuck did, because after all of the anguish and hurt, the suffocating isolation of affection and fear of never seeing Bryce again… he couldn't imagine the feeling of losing his best friend again.

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:D Yay! Angsty fluff, how I love you so. Yeah, you're gonna have to imagine what happens next, I don't have the vocabulary (or experience for that matter) to whip up the details. D: Bad, tiny chapter that took me MONTHS to create. Not really, my PC got rebooted. :

Bryce… what are you planning in that sexy head of yours?

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And yes, Sarah did use her super awesome agent powers to escape the house of Casey. Either that or she found another window.