One Of
Those Nights
Disclaimer: I thought up this idea a long while back but never got around to it.
Summary: Every great once in awhile, Chuck will have a night that makes him wish he had just stayed at the Buy More or at home. The kind of night no one ever really believes him about.
"Guys… This is seriously unnecessary." Sighed a resigned Chuck.
But no answer in the verbal way was given but despite that, he got the general gist all the same. For all 15 or so Mimes were greatly pissed off with him due to the current predicament they all currently shared. Shared predicament you ask? Why a cell at the 14th Precinct in Burbank due to the Police getting called on them and Chuck when both were at each other's throats. Again. Chuck had a long standing rivalry with the Mimes of California that dated all the way back to his time in Stanford and unfortunately, they weren't the only fringe group he had issues with. Or to be more specific, it was all of THEM who had the issues with him for one reason or another. As since High School, Chuck every so often would have a night that was too wild to believe given the insanity of it all. As it is, these nights were ones that tended to happen on their own given that he wasn't even looking for trouble and insanity to begin with!
Some peace and quiet, sure. Or to deal with something job related, sure. But not trouble and insanity! Hell, the stuff he was increasingly getting involved with thanks to his own stupidity where a certain email is concerned was on par with the trouble and insanity these nights tended to have! Granted, there was times Chuck felt none of the crap he had to deal with since getting the Intersect measured up to these sorts of nights. "Look, if you guys would just get passed what happened a couple years ago, we wouldn't be in this mess! What happened with the plate and the Rubber Chicken was NOT my fault."
Scowls came his way and one Mime 'threw' something heavy at him and Chuck just stared back in a non-plussed manner. I think I'm well within my rights to ask Big Mike for a raise after this.
He just knows he had seen the big man at some point earlier in the night for God's sake! And there was no way Big Mike was going to be able to say he couldn't believe Chuck this time about these sorts of nights where anything that could happen would happen! Several other Mimes gave him the Finger and he just shook his head in resigned exasperation. "I think I'd rather be stuck with the Bikers." Muttered the man to himself.
Said Bikers being a group who called themselves 'The Believers' and had formed themselves around their idolation of the Music icon known as Cher. Again, no one ever believed Chuck's claims about this group as somehow, the Believers had managed to avoid detection by a great number of people over the years. Naturally, this night he found himself having that had started innocently enough with a call for the Buy More for an off site situation, had included a run in with those guys. Another 'heavy object' was 'thrown' his way from the Mimes and though he knew better, chose to side step it much to their indignation. His attention wasn't on that for long however thanks to a commotion from outside of his shared cell as several Police Officers placed someone in a nearby empty cell and it was apparent said individual was none too happy! Chuck's eyes widened once he realized who it was. "Great… Jill Roberts of all people. My night just keeps gettin' better!"
Though he had mostly meant to keep that from being heard, it appeared the Universe was still out to get him as she looked his way with a scowl. One that quickly vanished once Jill realized who he was. "CHUCK!?"
"Yep. Nice to know you still remember me." Groused the man as one of the Mimes was repeatedly hitting him on the head with what was probably a Baseball Bat.
And not liking that it was proving ineffective as well! "You're kind of hard to forget, Chuck." Came her soft reply while wondering what the Hell the deal was with the Mimes in Chuck's cell!
He snorted at that and noticed out of the corner of his eye that another Mime was apparently trying to 'start up' something and wasn't having much luck. "Need some help there? I know a thing or two about making things work."
The ugly look he got from the Mime told him all he needed to know. "Right, should have known better than to ask. I hate these kind of nights!" Chuck muttered unhappily.
"You're still supposedly having those kinds of nights?" Jill asked in a disbelieving manner.
Choosing to ignore the Elephants known as Cheating and Heartbreak for the time being and got a resigned nod from her Ex seconds later. "These guys are part of the Association of California Mimes."
The Mimes all waved at her but Jill felt a little creeped out by them to respond back much to their dislike! "Oh boy, careful there, they might take that as an insult."
One of the Mimes chose at that point to actually kick him in the Shin much to the approval of his fellow Mimes. "OW!"
I owe Chuck a HUGE apology… And an explanation but I don't know if he'll be willing to believe it. Much less hear it. Thought the Doctor to herself worriedly as she watched the Mimes and Chuck interact.
Author's Notes: Ooh… Poor Chuck! Though in an earlier version of this idea, I was originally gonna have it to where him and Jill are sharing a cell and are loudly getting into it with one another. Glad I finally wrote this though!