Author's note: This story is slightly AU and takes place during/ after season five. Its just an idea that I had rolling around in my head since I worry about the baby chuck who had to grow up, all alone in a hotel with Bart. I think he probably would have had some imaginary friends and *spoiler alert* this is when he takes it too far
Musical laughter rings in his ear.
The dark prince wakes from his slumber. "Shut up" Charles Bass, or Chuck as he is often referred to as, mumbles. He doesn't open his eyes, preferring to remain in his drowsy state.
"Wake up Charlie," the voice of a young girl whispers.
Chuck clenches his eyes shut , his hand fumbling for the sheets, attempting to pull them over his head.
"She's not real," he says. His words lack conviction. Even as he tries to tell himself that she is nothing more than a figment of his imagination, Chuck still longs for her to put her dainty hand on his arm. He wants to feel her warm touch, to breathe in that familiar honey smell and more than anything he wants to open his eyes and see the face he has long forgotten.
She was once a part of him, his other half, his twin sister. And yet, he can no longer remember what she looks like. There are times, like now, that he is unable to fathom that tragedy.
Perhaps this is why he is so fond of expensive scotch. Only when he drinks himself into an oblivion, is he able to recollect a few hazy memories. However, by the time he's sober they're nothing more than unrecognizable blurs
"Chuckie" the girl whines.
He could never resist her when she called him that. Chuck slowly blinked, his eyes adjusting to the flood of light that was pouring into his room. As usual, it was empty.
He was alone, just as he has always been since he was fifteen years old. However, that doesn't stop him from calling out her name. "Savannah?" Chuck whispers. He is answered by complete silence.
Like a child playing a game of hide-and-seek he gets up. Chuck inspects the usually hiding places- under the bed, behind a dresser, his closet and the bathroom. It deoesn't matter where he looks. He could search the entire world and still, he will never find her.
"Where are you savvy?" He mutters. He has been asking this question almost every day for the last seven years. Not once has he ever recieved an answer.