A/N: Haven't done one of these in a while… How about it? Set prior to "Plumber's Helpers".
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own. Yeah, bite me.
"Manny," sighed Pierce, "can you please stop poking me with the banana?"
The Tetramand grinned broadly and a devilish gleam caught in his eyes. "Nope."
For as long as Helen could remember, those two had been best friends. Manny was the brawn and the attitude, always too headstrong, willing to jump into the wrong situations at any given moment. Pierce was his opposite, levelheaded, mild-mannered, spunky, to say the least. They complemented each other perfectly like Bonnie and Clyde or Rose Tyler and Doctor Who.
It was like they were meant to be best friends. Which was probably how Manny had come to join their little duo to make it a trio. Because they hadn't always been hunting scoundrels like this, and they hadn't always been living on the run.
There was once a time when they were happy, peaceful, civilized-
"Manny, I swear I'll stab you if you don't stop poking me with the stupid banana!"
Manny teased, "But I'm not touching you, P."
"How many times have we been over this?" He slapped his hand to his forehead and dragged it down his spiked face, eyes already filled with irritation. "It's Pierce. Seriously, do I look like a rapper or something?"
Helen watched from the doorway as the two kept arguing. No. It wasn't always like this. But the arguments were pretty normal in the strained friendship. It wasn't that they clicked on an emotional level, but rather that they were outcasts of the same society, a pair of misfits to only find solace in each other.
She'd just wormed her way in for being Pierce's little sister.
Her brother was the glue that held their team together, keeping them from killing each other even though he and Manny were practically going to strangle each other on a daily basis. It was almost funny if they weren't serious. Pierce's spikes would get longer with every word Manny said, and Manny would always start flexing right before he was about to throw a punch.
That was why it was so good for her to be around: to keep them from killing each other, the voice of reason between the brothers.
"You will lose your banana."
"You can't take my banana from me!"
"Wanna bet?" A challenge flared up in Pierce's blue orbs. "Because I'm pretty sure that banana won't be the only thing getting stabbed. Like maybe your face!" The spikes flashed out, sending Manny towards the door like a man on fire.
No. It wasn't always like this. But she did enjoy the moments when they weren't fighting for their lives, but rather fighting each other.
The cry rang out, "Helen! Helen, he stabbed me!"
She sighed and rolled towards where the two boys had disappeared to before calling out, "Pierce, he's a moron, let him go!"
A/N: Um, review? (:
~Sky