If I owned 'Chuck' it would still be on the air.

No swearing or inappropriate content.

This is set in season 4. Here are the current details for the story: Chuck's dad is dead. Morgan knows Chuck is a spy, but Ellie and Awesome think he stopped (Although Ellie knows he is trying to find their mom). Chuck's mom is not in the picture right now. And Sarah and Chuck are in a relationship.

This story is from Chuck's point of view.


I pull up to the large and official looking building, park the Nerd Herder, and step outside into the cool spring breeze. I walk to the entrance, briefcase with all the necessary computer equipment in hand. I had gotten the call for computer help earlier this morning, surprised when the person on the phone specifically asked for me. I shrugged it off, though. I do have a good reputation at the Buy More, and I need the money. Muse just released a new album and I have to add it to my collection, after all.

A full five minutes pass before someone opens the door in response to my knock. A grin spreads across my face as I extend my hand to the young woman in front of me.

"Hello, there! I'm Chuck, from the Buy More. You called this morning about some computer trouble?"

"Yes," the woman replies, shaking my hand and returning my greeting with a polite smile. "Professor Jones is in the back waiting for you. Follow me, please."

I obey, following and glancing around at the boring, empty hallway walls. "So, what's your name?" I ask, attempting the break a bit of the awkwardness.

"Cindy."

"Well, nice to meet you, Cindy. I'm Chuck Bar -"

"- Yes, you already told me that," Cindy cuts me off nonchalantly.

"Right..." Now it is ten times even more awkward than it was before. Good job, Chuck.

Charismatic Cindy turns a corner and stops, taking me by surprise so I almost run into her. Thankfully my instincts pull my feet to a halt in time. "The Professor is in here, Mr. Bartowski." She extends her arm, motioning for me to go inside.

So far on the weirdness scale, this job is ranking at least to a seven out of ten. Nodding politely to Cindy, I walk into the room. It's completely empty, and I realize that this whole time I've been in this building I haven't seen one piece of furniture. My spy senses are sending out warning signals as I scan the room for bad signs - guns, spies, cameras, anything.

"You must be here to help me with my computer!" I whip around - probably too fast to seem normal - and see a man who must be the Professor Jones that Cindy mentioned. He's a bit taller than me, and at least ten years older, with a healthy build and black hair which is combed back. His navy blue and obviously expensive suit gives him a professional look, which makes me just a bit self-conscious of the wrinkles in my white button up shirt from sleeping fully dressed for work last night.

"Yes," I confirm, pushing aside the uncomfortableness of the situation. I'm just being paranoid; something that Casey tells me all the time. The last thing I want is to go all ninja on this dude just to find out that he isn't a bad guy after all. "I'm Chuck from the Buy More Nerd Herd, where we fix all your problems! So long as they have to do with electronics, that is."

Unsurprisingly, the Professor doesn't laugh at my dumb joke, just gives me a slightly confused smile and a nod.

"So..." I say awkwardly. "Where's the computer?"

"Interesting that you should ask that," the man says, walking towards me. I feel my smile slide down uncertainly. "Because I was under the impression that you would already know."

"What -?"

Without warning, Professor Jones grabs the collar of my shirt, at the same time pulling out a card with a logo on it. Instantly my eyes focus and images flood through my mind.

Agents. Gun. Blood. Oh man... A secret base in Chicago. Murder reports. Countless other images that send chills down my spine and goose bumps along my arms. An undercover agency called The Base.

Then it's over, and I'm blinking rapidly and shaking my head to clear my mind.

"It's him!" The Professor shouts. Two Casey-sized men come into the room, grabbing my arms from behind and holding me between them. I flash again, and in a moment the man on my left is holding his face where I punched him. My leg twists behind the other man's, ready to trip him so I can escape.

And then there is a loud, unrelenting buzzing sound. It spreads everywhere. In a matter of seconds I am on my knees on the floor, holding my head in my hands, trying to shut the noise out. And yet it isn't the buzzing that is the worst part. It is how a sharp, blinding pain is stabbing into my brain, making me gasp and groan. It feels as if it has found all the most sensitive places in my head and is squeezing them.

My attackers grab my arms once again, wrenching them away from my head and behind my back as they force me back onto my feet. Professor Jones stands in front of me, and my mind somehow registers the small remote in his hand. He presses the only button on it, and the buzzing stops. I slump as my body recovers.

"What - ?" I ask, struggling to stand upright on my own. "What was that?"

"That," the Professor smiles, "Is an airborne virus. And what are viruses made for? Computers. And who just so happens to have one of the most important computers stuck in their head? You."

"How do you know about that?" My voice rises as I regain control over my mind once again.

"We've been watching you for quite a while now, Chuck. Or do you prefer Charles? Charles Carmichael. Chuck Bartowski. Either one works for me. I don't care about you, after all. Just about that wonderful computer in your head and how you're going to use it for me -"

"- Not going to happen," I snap, struggling to pull away from the men holding me. "You may be able to mess with the Intersect with your little virus, but you can't make me do anything. I won't help you."

"You haven't even heard what I want you to do, Chucky!"

"It's Chuck," I say icily.

"You see, I was after your father. But then he just went and got shot, didn't he?" My eyes narrow as I pull against the arms holding me. "I'm sorry for your loss," Professor Jones adds with a smile which says the opposite.

"He wouldn't have helped you either -"

"Oh please. It would have been easy to convince him. Just grab one of his precious children and he would do anything I asked. But he's dead, so that plan won't work. But you're the second best thing, Chucky. And oh, have you got plenty of weaknesses. It was just a matter of me picking one."

"If you've hurt anyone -" I growl, heart beating faster. The hands wrapped around my arms tighten painfully.

"You'll do what?" The Professor sneers. "Don't you see, boy? If you care about your friends, the only thing you'll be doing is helping me."

"Help you do what?" I ask slowly, a lump rising in my throat.

"You're going to help me build a new Intersect."