A/N: So this will not be my normal fluff city. I'm not saying it won't get there in the end, but this one starts HEAVY. How heavy? One of my favorite fics is Chuck vs The Yogurt Girl by Jay1978. He takes two characters that are overcoming their pasts, and problems, together. It's just this beautiful story of love helping two people heal.

This story has been building in my head for months, but I just couldn't put it all together until a day ago. Again, it is HEAVY. There is torture, not explained in detail, but it's there. But, at it's core it's about two people helping the other heal, through love. If you wanna bounce, I get it. But, I've put a LOT of thought into this one. So if you're still here, thanks for giving me a chance on this one. I'm not going full on Zettel with the oofs, but there may be a oof or two. (Apparently I oof now, you can blame Steampunk for that.) This begins at the end of Helicopter. Welcome to Broken Ch 1, The Greater Good

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, and yes that line from Pink, we're not broken, just bent is playing through my head as I write this.

He stood there watching her, watching Bryce be buried. They made eye contact for the briefest second and then she looked away. He sighed. He was going to end up in a bunker, because no one wanted to explain anything to him. They expected him to jump at orders. They had all implied that they were doing him a favor. A favor. He was mad. So mad. He had been yelled at, held in some type of hold in the bathroom, and while he weirdly liked it, she had never apologized for it. Since this whole thing had started it had been nothing but wondering about who would betray the other next.

He thought this would be like a super-hero team-up where the good guys fought but came together in the end. They hadn't, except to yell at him. Sarah turned and walked away. That was fine. He was sorry she was hurting, but she had done nothing for him. She lied to him constantly, telling him it was for his own good. She had fake dated him, held a gun to him, put him in that wrestling hold, and told him how she was all that was between him and going to a bunker. It was so kind of her to let him live life when he had done nothing wrong. He walked away, sorry for Bryce, but already sick of spying.

-ooooo-

"Dude," Morgan said, slipping up to him while he sat at the Nerd Herd desk. "We have the greatest opportunity. We've won a trip, see, an all expense paid trip." Morgan showed Chuck the plane tickets, hotel reservations, everything needed for a two week get away. "We have to go."

"Big Mike would never allow it," Chuck said to Morgan, wishing he could get away.

"Look, it's a private flight, and they have reimbursed Big Mike for the time missed. It's the ultimate prize package. He said we can go, right now!"

Chuck looked at Morgan and then at his watch. They'd never let him go, but if they didn't know….He deserved one last outing with the one person in this world he could trust. "Ellie," Chuck began.

"Says to go!" Chuck watched Casey walk back to the break room. He thought for a moment, took off the watch, laid it on the desk, and stood up. "You're in?"

"Yep, we deserve this," Chuck replied. "We deserve a break, now let's get out of here before others get jealous, and keep quiet about it." The two hurried out of the Buy More.

-ooooo-

Two days later

Chuck opened his eyes, groggily. His shoulders were aching. Why did they hurt so much? He tried to move them, but his arms were restrained. His hands were tied over his head and his feet barely touched the floor, not enough to get any leverage, just enough to let him get comfortable for a second before it started all over again.

"Tell me something," a voice in the darkness began. "Why does a noone like you suddenly have a super modelesque girl friend and a special ops trained coworker at a big box store both show up just before I try and kidnap you?"

"Casey is Special ops?" Chuck asked, before he could think.

"It's the way he move, carries himself, always on the lookout," the man explained coming into the light where Chuck could see his face.

"Shouldn't you have on a mask or something?" Chuck asked.

The man grinned. "Oh, you're worried I'm going to kill you? I'm not, I need you for bait. See, the last time I tried to catch Orion, I was closer than ever, and he had surveillance up of you. Now I had to ask myself why? I never found a good reason so I decided I'd ask you personally when those two showed up. After your apparent arguments with your girlfriend, and if she really is your girlfriend I hope you have a chance in the future to make it up to her. I don't like your chances, but I really hope you do….where was I? Oh, yes after she and…did you say Casey?" Chuck gulped and didn't answer. The man had a sad smile on his face. "You really are gonna want to talk to me. Bad things will happen if you don't."

He reached over and grabbed the live exposed wire that Chuck hadn't noticed before. Chuck's eyes went wide. "Yes! Casey!"

The man nodded. "See, you should have answered that immediately, now I have to teach you a lesson." He jabbed the wire into Chuck's side. Pain shot through Chuck. He screamed, and when the wire was pulled away everything started to go black. "You'll learn," was the last thing he heard.

-ooooo-

He dreamed, at least he thought it was a dream. He and Morgan were in a car talking.

"I can't believe you entered up into this all expenses paid trip to Costa Gravas," Morgan said, to Chuck as he drove the car.

"What are you talking about?" Chuck asked.

"The contest you entered us in," Morgan explained.

"I never entered us into any contest," Chuck replied.

"CHUCK!" Morgan screamed. Chuck turned in time to see a SUV hit them in the side, t-boning them. He blacked out, but woke to find himself being carried from the wreck.

"What do we do with the other one Mr. Vincent?" the soldier asked.

"Help the ambulance driver with him. Remember their story is he was DOA and his body is cremated," he heard the man who must be Vincent reply. "As of today Chuck Bartowski is no more."

His thoughts began to swirl. He saw the torturer's face and remembered his voice. It was Vincent. He was the one who had tortured him. A slap to Chuck's face, made him blink. Vincent was standing in front of him.

"They think your dead, in Costa Gravas," Vincent explained. "They have no idea we're in the US. There is no one coming for you. How do you know Orion?"

"I swear to you, I don't know who that is," Chuck nearly pleaded.

"I believe you," Vincent admitted. "You aren't one who seems to lie." He ripped Chuck's shirt open. He grabbed a bucket of water and threw it on his chest. "I'd say I'm sorry for this, but I'm really not."

"Why are you doing this?" Chuck pleaded.

"Because if he's keeping tabs on you, then he'll have to come save you, and right now this video feed is going to the dark web, to his site. He'll have to come, or you'll die. There is no one he trusts, no one he can get to help. You are the only way I have to lure him out. I don't think you'll die. I'm not sure, but I don't think."

"Listen," Chuck whimpered. "You have the wrong guy."

"Maybe," Vincent agreed. "But what if I don't?" With that, he stuck the live wire into Chuck's abdomen and he screamed like he never screamed before.

-ooooo-

Orion watched from his secure site. He knew the game Vincent was playing. He would go, but he knew two people who could handle this situation better than him. He turned and watch Agent Walker stalk her hotel room. The Ice Queen would go and save his son, and if she killed Vincent in the process…all the better.

-ooooo-

The knock on her door pulled her from her thoughts. She walked over and yanked it open. Casey was standing there, somber.

"He's gone, Sarah, and so are we."

"What?" Sarah asked, not believing what he was saying.

"Our mission is over, and it's not looking good for us," Casey replied, shrugging and coming in.

She shut the door and spun. "What the hell is wrong with you, he's captured somewhere, and your worried about us?"

"He's been confirmed dead," Casey replied.

"By whom, Casey, by whom?"

Casey stared at her. "Costa….shit."

"What can buy in Costa Gravas?" Sarah asked, her arms crossed, annoyance all over her face.

"Just about anything," Casey admitted.

"This is on us," Sarah said. Casey looked up and started to retort but saw her face and held his tongue. "He's not an agent. He's not a bad guy and we treated him like scum."

"That's a bit much," Casey began.

"Really, how many times have you already pointed your gun at him?" Casey grunted and didn't say anything. "We have been going about this all wrong."

"Hell, Walker, this isn't our type of mission, we are point and click. We're infiltrate, get the info, and get the hell out. We're promising them A, drugging them, or having our partner knock 'em in the head and getting the intel. We're so many things, but babysitters are not what we are."

"And he's none of those things and understands none of it," Sarah retorted. Casey looked away, a grimace on his face. "And we explained none of it too him. We've been in a pissing contest too much to do our job." Casey chuckled. "We suck at this, but that shouldn't be on him."

"I hate this," Casey muttered. "We are trampling all over his rights."

"Is that why the gruff demeanor with him?" Sarah asked. Casey didn't answer. "If you act like that you don't have to think how this affects him?" A ding on her computer interrupted her. She walked over, hit the button checking her incoming messages and gasped. She put her hands together over her nose, tears forming in her eyes.

Casey rushed over and saw Chuck being shocked. "Holy hell," he muttered.

The torture stopped, and they heard his voice. "Are you sure you don't know who Orion is?"

"I don't….know," Chuck panted. "You've got the wrong guy. Please, let me go."

"Casey we've got to do something," Sarah said, making Casey turn toward her. He gulped. There was a steel in her voice he had never heard before. This was the Ice Queen, Graham's Enforcer. He didn't know who was torturing Chuck, but the best thing he could do right now would be to pull out his gun and blow his own brains out, because when this woman found him, with that tone…hell was gonna be a Sunday picnic.

The image faded and a digital face took it's place. "I am Orion, the man Vincent is looking for." Sarah and Casey shared a look. "I can help you find him, but I need you to protect me."

"Why should we protect you?"

"Because Fulcrum is looking for me. I created the Intersect."

"Shit," Casey muttered.

"I don't trust your superiors," Orion said. "I need you to tell them you found it on the dark web Agent Walker. Chuck showed it to you on one of your cover dates."

"Look, we want to ask Chuck, but your asking us to go against our superiors, which could get us in trouble," Casey began.

"I can protect you, I can show higher ups what is really going on," Orion replied. Suddenly a video of the President was shown. "I can get him a message exposing this project and protecting the two of you, but you have to find and save Chuck."

"Why is he so special to you?" Casey asked.

"He has been hurt by my invention," Orion replied. "I feel responsible."

"I'll do it," Sarah blurted out. Casey turned to her, and they shared a look. He nodded.

-ooooo-

Four hours later they found themselves in the back woods of Western Kentucky. Sarah couldn't believe Chuck was this close to home. She couldn't believe Vincent had brought Chuck to his home state. But what she really couldn't believe were her earlier orders.

"You and Major Casey are to terminate Vincent, his men, and the Intersect," Beckman said.

"WHAT?!" Sarah yelled. "General, no!"

"Agent Walker, the Intersect is compromised. This is further proof why he never should have been left in the public," Beckman explained.

"General, he's a civilian," Sarah stressed.

"Agent Walker, this is for the greater good," Beckman answered. Sarah started to retort but saw her laptop screen off to the side.

"Agree, but don't do it. I'll contact the president and protect you."

"We understand," Sarah replied. Casey nodded. The screen in front of them went blank. "Casey, you don't have to do this, we're gonna lose our jobs."

"Sarah-" the voice on the screen began to speak.

"You don't understand, we will have jobs, they'll just be pushing papers," Sarah explained.

"I'm in, Walker," Casey said, surprising her. "She threw the greater good in my face. We'll probably be stuck in Burbank for a lifetime over this," he sighed.

"Let's just go save him and worry about the rest later," Sarah replied.

Sarah and Casey found the compound and watched the guards for several minutes. "This is suicide," Casey said softly. Sarah couldn't help but agree. "They knowingly sent us into this."

"Air strike after we don't report back?" Sarah asked.

"Makes sense, track our location to get exact coordinates," Casey mussed. "Ain't no sense both of us dying."

"Casey-"

"Can it Walker, I've had a good run. I'll make a distraction and you save your nerd. Just name one of the rugrats after me."

Sarah stared at him. "I don't know what your talking about, Casey."

"Sure, Walker, sure," Casey said, grinning. He sobered. "You know, he's not been trained like you or I. Even those that are trained have problems…"

"Night terrors," Sarah said softly. Casey nodded. "I'll be there for him, John."

He grunted, gave her a nod and took off. A few minutes later she heard an explosion and stormed the compound, encountering little resistance. Inside she found Chuck, alone, and that's when all hell broke loose and her life was never the same again.

A/N: Okay, one more "rough" chapter. No more torture, but stuff happens that's gonna affect these two. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.

DC