Title: Defusing a Human Bomb, Chapter 2

Pairing: Chuck/Casey

Rating: T for now, M in the future

Disclaimer: I disclaim owning any rights or making any money off Chuck... also, I do not make any money off of this piece of pure fiction.

Summary: Chuck has to learn to cope when he is taken away from LA and stuck in an underground bunker with Major Casey.

Thanks to ladyofpride for helping me persuade my muse to come back… :D

Chapter 1

"…I'm the one remembering your secrets, which means you have to listen to me. Both of you." Chuck's eyes flickered between the agents. "And right now? I'm gonna go home."

"No your not," Casey grabbed his arm angrily. Letting Chuck go meant failing his mission, Casey never failed a mission. "Nah uh."

Chuck quickly forced his arm from Casey's grip. "You," Chuck pointed at each agent in turn. "You need me." Chuck turned to walk away.

Casey raised his eyebrow, and grabbed Chuck's arm again. "Not as much as you need me not to put a bullet through your head."

"Casey-" Sarah said urgently. "We can figure something out, we-"

"Look Walker. I have permission to kill anyone that gets in my way, including you. And I know for a fact, you have been recalled." Casey looked stonily to Sarah.

Chuck shuttered, and let the large man drag him towards the nearest building.

Sarah sighed behind them and began to follow. "Fine." She said sadly. "As long as you let me tag along."

Casey ignored her and flipped out his cell purposely, hitting a speed dial. The other end was answered on the first ring. "Blue-Peter requesting air evac immediately. 06-92-23." Casey snapped into the phone.

The walk through the building and up the elevator was tense. And Chuck couldn't help the tears that clouded his eyes. His life was over. And the last five years had been wasted. Instead of doing something useful, he had drifted. And while he'd had good times with his best friend and wonderful sister, he hadn't told them enough how much he cared. He hadn't shown them how much they meant to him. And now he'd probably never see them again.

The three waited in silence for transportation, the atmosphere around them tense. After only a few minutes Chuck felt his tears spill down his cheeks, knowing that now he had started, he couldn't stop. Letting his body quiver, Chuck tried desperately to hide his quiet sobs against his sleeve.

Lifting his head slowly, Chuck wiped his nose quickly across his sleeve.

"Wh-what's gonna happen to me?" He asked quietly.

"We won't know for sure until we receive orders." Casey told him emotionlessly.

Chuck nodded. "Am I gonna die?" He added with a gulp, "Will I ever see my friends and family again?"

"No, and no."

Chuck felt the tears thicken, and quickly covered his sobbing mouth again. 'Oh God, I am never going to see Ellie again. I am never going to be able to tell her how much I love her.'

The next few minutes were spent in more uncomfortable silence as Chuck distantly heard a chopper approach. Closing in on his own thoughts, Chuck watched the situations change around him with little interest. First they were transported to an airfield; put on a jet and buckled in for an immediate take-off.

Apparently, Casey had been able to commandeer an FBI plane on short notice, so the only occupants on the plane were a skeleton crew consisting of a pilot, co-pilot, and an FBI agent.

The tedious five-hour flight spun by, and before he knew it, Chuck was being escorted from the plane to a waiting NSA car and driven to the NSA building where apparently, both Casey and Sarah's bosses were waiting.

Chuck had never felt so numb, so helpless in all his life. Everything he cared about, everyone he loved was now on the other side of the country, and he would never see them again. And although Casey had denied his imminent death, Chuck wasn't sure who to trust any more.