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Chapter 1: "Running"

Some days Chuck Bartowski gets annoyed by his adoptive mother and her ordering him about, sometimes he gets pissed and sometimes he just wants to run. This is one of those times.

So here he is, running alongside his best friend Leo, a five year old golden Labrador that almost always has a smile on his face, today is different, today he looks tired, this is because Chuck has been running with his best bud for five straight hours and barely breaking a sweat.

Now as Chuck reaches his intended destination, he finally lets it all out, he cries. For the first time in 2 years, 7 months, 3 weeks and 5 days, he cries. He cries for his birth mother, he cries for his sister Ellie, he cries for his childhood best friend Morgan, he cries for himself, as he looks down at the bright city lights of Las Vegas.

As he finally stops bawling his eyes out for what seems like hours, Chuck feels the loneliness, the tiredness, the sadness, the pain, but most of all, the rage.

So he punches the tree with everything he has, over and over, until his fists bleed, until he hears the bones pop. Pop! He stops suddenly and looks at his dog, and realises that he was scaring him.

"Hey, pal. It's gonna be okay, alright? So chin up, put a smile on this face and let's take a break for a little while. That sound good boy?" He asks smiling for the first time in days.

And there it is. He tells himself as he sees his only friend smile his huge bright smile that lights up Chuck day. Chuck sits down and leans against the tree with his arm around his dog.

They sat like that well through the night into the early morning before Chuck decides it's time to head back to the apartment.

When Chuck gets back to his apartment, he throws his keys into the bowl by the door, closes the door behind Leo, and slowly starts stripping as he heads to his shower.

When he gets in the shower he turns it on the coldest it will go, to get rid of the body heat he built up over the night. As he stands there, relishing the cool water, he begins to think about the last week.

Chuck had finally made the big leagues, he won his induction fight and is now officially a UFC light heavyweight fighter, specialized in Jujitsu, Krav Maga, Judo, Karate, Tai Kwon Do, Tai Chi, Kickboxing, Boxing and his personal favorite, Kung Fu.

He went home expecting congratulations from his adoptive parents but instead was welcomed to his dog barking at the bedroom. When he walked in the bedroom he found a note on his bed saying 'Sorry you didn't pass the test, better luck next year champ, The General.'

He was so upset that she had so little faith in him to write a note ahead of time thinking he would fail. Oh, how he would prove them wrong.

So as he walked out of the shower, drying himself, followed closely by brushing his teeth, he received a text from 'The Colonel' John Casey, his personal trainer, uncle and overall father figure as his legal guardians where barely around to take care of him, John was left to raise him.

Chuck had the highest respect for Casey, if it weren't for him he would never be where he was now. The newest fighter in the UFC and ready to kick some ass. Before being taken in by the Colonel, he was a weak, gangling, nerdy kid with absolutely no muscle on his body whatsoever. Heh, he would always call Chuck 'Moron' when he was in a good mood.

The text simply said "Training at Castle in 0100 hours, don't be late, moron." Chuck snorted reading the last word. Casey sure seams in a good mood, I guess he just heard that "Charles Carmichael" has hit the big time.

'Charles Carmichael' was the alias Chuck used for his fighting career as to protect his private life. Chuck never thought he would see the day where Charles Carmichael, billionaire playboy retire at the age of 27 because he was too rich to work, sailing across the world on a yacht would turn into Charles Carmichael, emotionless robot fighter with a short temper, ready to break anyone who looked at him the wrong way.

Oh, how times have changed. He thought to himself as he locked the front door before heading down to the garage to receive his Matte Black Ford Mustang GT 2007 and drive to his gym, 'Castle'.

When he arrived at Castle, walking into the gym ready for his daily workout, we was surprised to see not only Casey but what looked like every UFC fighter in the state holding champagne glasses shouting "Surprise!"

He was a little taken aback by what Casey had set up for him, so the first thing he did was walk straight up to Casey and give him a Russian hug and whisper in his ear "Thanks big guy, I know you will die before you admit it, but, its nice to feel appreciated once and a while and if it weren't for you I would never be where I am, so, from the bottom of my badly beaten heart, thank you." With that he backed off and allowed Casey to put his free arm around Chucks shoulder and walk with him.

"There are two reasons for this little get together, the first being your joining the UFC, congratulations by the way, and the other is to say that we have a contract with the UFC now for certain fighters training here instead of in the main gyms. This is huge for Castle, and for us Chuck, Ellie would be proud of the man you are today." Casey assured the young man.

"Thank you John." Chuck whispered to him as a lone tear drifted down his cheek before he quickly wiped it away with his sleeve and returning the smile to his face.

Meanwhile, at the other side of the gym was a lone Blonde woman who noticed the tear before it was swiftly removed. Why is he so sad? He just got the job he has probably been training years for. It must be some sort of dead relative thing, I always is. She then noticed that the man was now looking back into her eyes, to which she quickly avoided his gaze. She also noticed that she had a faint blush crawling up her neck at the thrill of being caught by the man of the hour. Why the hell am I blushing? I have never blushed, it's not like he is attractive with those soft brown curls on his head and his eyes… Well one can only dream huh? He's probably a pig like the rest of them anyway, only interested in getting into my pants. Why can't there be more gentlemen in the world? We will never know…

She was then interrupted by a man with sharp blue eyes staring at her with a look of pure lust in them. Fucking pig. "Hey! Walker! What do you say we ditch this lame rookies party and find a nice hotel room for a night of rough sex huh? Seem… tempting?" He attempted to be suave by bobbing his eyebrows up and down but ultimately looked ridiculous.

"Piss off Larkin. How many times do I need to beat it into you? I'm not one of your ditsy whores that you can use whenever you don't have another on hand. Go try getting into someone else's pants." She snarkily replied, causing Bryce to gulp and start to make his way to the door.

"You okay ma'am?" Came a voice from behind her.

"Yeah, just some assholes don't take no for an answer." She said while turning round to see the man she had been caught staring at not barely 5 minutes ago.

"Tell me about it, take it from me when I say, I am so sorry for the acts of my gender and promise not to fall into the category of 'Asshole' anytime soon." Chuck jokingly replied.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, uh… The name is Charles Carmichael but my very few friends call me Chuck." He then flashed her his full Bartowski grin. Offering his hand.

"Sarah, Sarah Walker."

A/N And there you have it chapter 1 of "Chuck vs The Octagon". Tell me what you think and please be honest, it helps so much to see what I can improve. Well that about covers it... Adios!