Just an idea I typed out.

"If you ever call yourself old again, I will break your arm." "300..." "Break. Your. Arm." Now with -extremely depressing- follow-up.

"You are not going to die, do you hear me!" Short!fic: approx 450 words, discounting the A/N.

It is always in these moments when he is required to be himself that he fumbles. Set during the strip "Ladies Man." Warning: Sexual themes.

God realizes that he's been letting 250 and 300 do this gay couple thing all wrong.

If 250 didn't know the man so well, he could've believed that this was a genuinely innocent question - mere curiosity. But there was something calculated to way 300 had draped himself across the couch. Sexy WAFF.

300 was an unintentional master of the kicked puppy face, after all - but 250 couldn't go on doing all the housework forever. His fellow agent needed to be taught a lesson. Fluffy original flavor.

Niels & Gang. The course of true love never did run smooth - why should weddings be any different?