AN: Here's the funny fic I was telling y'all about. I was gonna make it a one shot originally but my writer's block decided I should space this out in case I come up with more funny stuff with future parts. Enjoy the nightmare. HAHAHAHAHA

Holy schnikies! I almost forgot about a disclaimer: characters arent mine.

Walter's Sweet Tooth

"Would you be willing to do this one thing for me so I can get some sleep for once?" Peter seemed to be begging on his knees in Astrid's presence. It was around 11 at night and the team was going to call it a day after most of it was worn out by Peter and Walter arguing about something Walter was craving for once again. Apparently, Walter was going to keep pestering Peter until he got what he wanted which meant Peter would not get any sleep again tonight.

"Are you sure this is something I should do?" Astrid asked hoping that he remembered the syringe incident.

"No one regrets what my dad did to you more than me. Yes, he will nag you and drive you mad until you want to pull your hair out. But he's not going to stop this time until he gets what he wants. The last thing I want is for him to run off again. And dammit, I just want one night where I can have the bed to myself, so I was thinking…"

"You're thinking that should do it since I just run errands most of the time?"

"Well…yeah…but…"

"Relax," Astrid said assuringly. "It's fine. I'll do it if it's that important to you."

Peter clasped his hands in relief. "Yes, thank you. Now don't worry, I have a few ideas to make sure Walter doesn't go…Walter on you."

* * * * * * *

Astrid still felt uncomfortable about the task that Peter was pleading her to do. She had been trying to shake off what happened between her and Walter but the idea of having to drive Walter somewhere 6 hrs there and 6 hrs back was crazy, almost maddening. She would've walked out and quit the job immediately after what happened if not for the fact that she had gotten a bigger pay raise since she started working for the Fringe team. As bitter as she was towards Walter, she had to cope with it for the sake of paying off a few debts.

"Here we go," she said to herself as Peter walked Walter toward her car.

"Walter," Peter said to him. "Please…for the infamous mercy of God, do not try to kill Astrid this time."

"We went through this already, Peter," Walter protested. "I wasn't trying to kill her…"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Just try and shut up through the entire thing, and if Astrid tells you to do something, you better do it because I don't think she's going to last half a day alone with you."

Walter mumbled angry to himself as he got into Astrid's car.

The last words Peter told Astrid before she drove off was "you call me if he does anything…completely insane." Those words gave Astrid an uneasy feeling that she would be calling Peter about every 10 minutes if he was serious.

* * * * * * *

By the time Astrid and Walter were out of Boston and out on the highway, it was past midnight and the temperature outside was bitter cold. She turned up the car heater but even that didn't seem to appease Walter. He was squirming in his seat while his arms went about everywhere messing with any switch and button nearby. He spent a whole five minutes with his hands exploring the glove compartment.

Astrid said nothing as every part of herself struggled to be patient with him. She thought that she would lose it when Walter began to play with the window buttons causing the cold night breeze to go in and out of the car every five minutes. But she decided to stay calm. As long as Walter didn't try to take the wheel from her, they would both survive the trip.

"Where's your ass-heater?"

Astrid was confused.

"Umm…what?"

"The device that's supposed to warm your ass." Astrid wished that he would stop using that word.

"Oh, you meant a seat warmer? This car doesn't have one of those. Now please sit still."

"Alright then, perhaps we can play some music I brought."

"Fine," said Astrid trying her hardest not to care.

But then she saw Walter struggling to shove a cassette tape into her CD player slot. Walter was shoving it so hard she had to pull his arm away from the player to keep stop from making any more dents. The cassette he tried to shove in was now broken.

"What a strange form of cassette player," said Walter. "It's awfully thin."

Astrid grunted. "Well that's because it's a CD player, Walter."

"Oh yes…a CD player. Is that what they call them now?"

"Yes."

"Does it stand for cassette depositor or something of that nature?"

"No, Walter. But if you really need some music, I'll let you pick whatever station you want on the radio. Deal?"

Her ears tried their best to endure the many sounds of Walter faltering with the radio station dial. It didn't help that he was also meddling with the volume dial, which brought about loud noises in one ear and out the other.

Finally Walter got the station he wanted which brought about a very loud and fuzzy static with a faint presence of classical music in the background.

Astrid's hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. At least Walter was content for now.

And now, onto the next chapter.