Them Bicker Boys

Disclaimer: To TigerTod and anyone else that needs this said to them, I firstly write for myself because I enjoy it and because I don't really see anyone else doing it. If you don't like what I'm writing, then that's your issue and not mine. Acting like a self entitled dipstick cause I'm not writing about what YOU want does you no favors. Secondly, if anyone happens to enjoy what I've written, then that's a huge bonus and its great to know. Thirdly, not everything is about your favorite pairing.

Summary: Chuck Bartowski and Bryce Larkin, a Nerd and a Spy respectively. But also? Immature children trapped in men's bodies.

Did Jill ever have days like this with these two? Wondered CIA Agent Sarah Walker forlornly as she watched two particular men in her life bicker back and forth like a couple of little boys.

Bryce had blown into town nearly a week ago due to something Fulcrum related and as the days passed, Her ex and cover boyfriend/friend/King of Nerds/Guy She Might Be Crushing On had begun to act like idiots around one another. Even having more than one dumbass argument about the right way to cook a grilled cheese sandwich. Something that had made Casey want to bash his head on something hard after the 8th time it was discussed. He also evidently felt it was worse than the discussion Chuck had a few times with Morgan Grimes about the kind of sandwich one should have on a deserted island. "Dude, these pants look great on me!"

"And I'm telling you, you were lied too, buddy. They make your butt look huge!" Retorted Chuck as he threw a balled up piece of paper at Bryce.

"Are you saying you've been checking me out, Chuckie Boy? 'Cause we've had this conversation before."

Chuck rolled his eyes. "You wish I checked you out, Bryce. You wish I did. But no, your rear end is so noticeable that it gives new meaning to the phrase 'Baby Got Back' and I'm not sure that's a good thing."

Bryce narrowed his eyes at the other man. "Don't hate the player, hate the game. If anything, you got the huge ass out of the two of us. Always have, always will." Countered the Spy smugly.

"Hah! Black is slimming I'll have you know. So its okay to be jealous, Bryce, as remember, the first step to a full recovery is to admit you have a problem."

"I don't have any problems! I am problem free! Hakuna Matata even!"

"That's not what Stacy Meadsmith said." Chuck countered with a huge grin on his face.

Bryce gaped at him for a moment as Sarah fought the urge to groan out loud. Oh God… I'm never letting these two be around one another for a long amount of time again if I can help it!

"That was and still is a lie, Bartowski! She just claimed that because I didn't want to go out with her again!"

"I dunno, I remember three other girls talking about it. Plus, I also remember that one time you came back to the dorm drunk as can be and naked as the day you were born. Which… I might add, was terrifying to see." Fake shuddered Chuck.

"It was cold that night!" Whined Bryce indignantly.

He then looked to Sarah for support. "Sarah! Tell him!"

"Oh no! You two leave me out of this!" She said quickly as Chuck was looking the most amused she'd ever seen him be!

"Yeah, I'm sure she wants to save what remains of your dignity by not airing your dirty laundry, buddy."

Chuck's teasing got him a scowl as Sarah rolled her eyes. "That's it, I'm kicking your ass!"

And before Sarah knew it, the two were rolling around on the floor, loudly bickering with each other like a couple of little boys. I may never see Jill Roberts in a bad light again if she had to deal with this kind of thing all the time.

It was just so embarrassing! "For a Spy, you suck at fighting! Even Princess Peach can do better than you!"

"Take that back!"

"Make me!"

Sarah groaned and hid her face so that no one could see just how embarrassed she was looking in that moment!

Author's Notes: Sorry, had to get that bit of fun out of my head!