Something I wrote when I was bored at work. I'm not into slash but I really like the idea of Charles and Pickles being friends (I think I said that before in some fics). For this fic though, I tried to focus attention on him and the boys as a whole, not just him and Pickles. I try not to tread the slash line, but I come close. So let me know what you think.

"You know that, uh, excessive drinking is, uh, bad for your health." Charles's sentence trailed off, for he noticed that Pickles had nodded off.

The manager had called the drummer into his office to try to talk some sense into him. Ever since he had seen the report on the Dethklok Minute, Charles had become concerned, both for the image he was creating for the rest of the band, and for the well-being of the alcoholic himself.

Personally, he cared a lot about the man currently passed out in his office, hell he cared for all of the boys. But he always had a soft spot for Pickles. They were both around the same age, even though they thought the red-head was younger than he looked. They had both seen first-hand the rise and fall of the music generations (including the hair-bands of the 80's such as Snakes and Barrels and the 90's boy-band era). Now here they were, working for the world's most brutal, most famous metal band, either as a participant or overseer. Oh how times had changed over the decades.

Now Charles was faced with a dilemma. He had a drunk man sound asleep, sitting in one of the chairs in his large office. It wasn't like he could just leave him there. With a heavy sigh, Charles did something he knew his muscles would later regret.

Picking up the heavily snoring drummer in his arms, Charles left the office and traversed the maze-like hallways of Mordhaus, all the while silently praying no one saw them. If anybody were to see this, the CFO's reputation as a emotionally distant, cold hearted robot would be shot to hell. Surprisingly, the man was very light to carry --probably from the fact that he was actually a very small man height-wise and didn't have much muscle mass -- so that made it easier to quickly get to the room he was looking for.

The first thing he noticed what that Pickles bed was messy and his room smelled suspiciously like a certain substance. Mentally cataloging that info for later, Charles gently placed the man into his bed. He removed his sneakers and pulled the covers up to his chest before leaving the room. A soft moan could be heard as the unconscious man rolled over, causing Charles to get to the door more swiftly. Once he shut the door, he couldn't help but to shake his head in amusement. Sometimes they really felt like his boys. Taking care of them was a full-time job, a job he wouldn't trade for the world, he thought as he walked back to his office to get back to work.

On the other side of the door, a man could be seen with a small smile on his face.

I tried . . .

Please read and review.

- Silvarius