Hi, my name is Seyyan, and this is my first foray into the wonderful world of Chuck fan fiction. I normally hang around in the Anime/Manga section, but I just felt compelled to write a Chuck/Casey fic. I just love CHUCK, and Chuck/Casey is my guilty pleasure. (Honestly, after discovering fellow Chuck/Casey fans and reading slash fics, I felt really bad watching Chuck trying to win Sarah back for Rome. Oops. Spoiler.)

Disclaimer: I have no share in the Chuck series.

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Good Night

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"This is for Eve!" Shaw's eyes were dark with anger and bitterness as he pulled the trigger.

Sarah immediately crumpled to the ground, a bullet shot cleanly through her forehead. Her eyes rolled up, the whites visible under the half-closed lids.

"NO!"

"Chuck! Wake up!" A pair of muscular arms shook the writhing man awake. Chuck sat up, eyes roving wildly, trying to make sense of his surroundings.

"John? Wha-" Brown eyes rested on his bedmate, whose forehead was furrowed in concern. "Ah-Rome." He leaned into the firm chest, accepted the comforting embrace, and shut his eyes.

Casey grunted in answer. The two of them sat in somewhat companionable silence, neither moving a muscle. He felt the breaths on his chest starting to even out, signaling that Chuck was more relaxed.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Chuck startled as he felt rather than heard the question, from his place within the other man's arms.

"No, it's okay. There's nothing new. Just some random bad dream, you know, that somehow felt real, but it's not. Not real, that is. It doesn't matter anymore." He was babbling and he knew it.

A soft grunt and the silence enveloped them again. Casey lay back into the mattress and pulled the brunette closer, until the other man was laying on his chest. Absently, he ran his fingers through the dark, curly locks; his other hand rested on the younger man's back.

"Charles, it wasn't your fault."

He savored the feeling of those fingers on his scalp. "I know. It's just—," he sighed. "I just can't help remembering it at times. I could have saved Sarah if I hadn't come after Shaw in the warehouse. All the 'could haves' and 'ifs'."

Casey felt his stomach churn, a heavy feeling settled on his chest as he listened to the other speak. Even though the two of them had been lovers for two years now (and working in Rome), he still felt a little insecure in their relationship. After all, Chuck originally wanted Sarah to come with him to Rome, and was even prepared to run away together and quit the spy business. Everything Chuck had done in the past was for Sarah, to prove himself as a worthy partner for her. Casey might as well have been the rebound.

"-and stuff, you know. John Casey, are you listening to me?" Chuck's annoyed voice startled him.

The young man sighed loudly and lifted himself to stare into his older partner's troubled blue eyes.

"I love you, John Casey. Sarah was my past, but you're my present and my future. Sure, I still dream about her every now and then, but it's not like I tell my mind to do that." A leer crept into his face. "But if I could tell my mind what to dream about, I'd tell it to dream about you, naked in the shower, your face scrunched up in passion as you piston into me—"

"No." Casey grunted in disagreement.

Chuck's eyebrows knitted in confusion. "No?"

A dangerous smirk plastered itself on the ex-military man's lips. "I'd rather have the real thing."

The younger man yelped as he was suddenly lifted in the air; his arms snaked around his lover's neck in support. "John!"

"Come on, lover. To the shower."