Chuckie's Angels: School Zone.

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Background:

Even though I was not going to put in much of Chuck's background in print, I did have a rough idea of how this all got started. A lot of people asked me about it, many more than I suspected so I expanded it and tada!.

So without further ado...

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Prelude: Enter Charles Carmichael.

6 years ago.

Chuck Bartowski, nerd, walked into the Buy More, and immediately was descended upon by his lifelong friend and manager of the entire computer haven, Morgan Grimes.

"CHUCK! CHUCK! CHUCK! I think that this game is going to change the whole gaming world." Morgan stopped. "Imagine all the herders playing one giant High Def, kick butt mmog. Buddy, we have to set this up for after work."

Chuck sat down and resisted hitting his head on the nerd herd desk. "Might as well buddy. Ellie has Captain Awesome over tonight and I said that I would be at your place. See who you can round up."

"MR. BARTOSKI." Emmett Milbarge, the man from corporate that had made it his mission to be a pain in his and Morgan's butts had snuck up behind the two. "The new owners of the Orange Orange asked if you could come over and quote them for a network. They wanted it from the Buy More owner himself."

Chuck sighed and grabbed his briefcase. Being the youngest owner of a Buy More, sometimes people thought they could push him around. His Stanford degree didn't seem to be worth the paper it was printed on sometimes. "Hold down the bridge, number one," he shouted at Morgan.

He headed out the door and over to the double O across the street when a black van stopped suddenly and three men rushed him. Before he even realized what was happening, he felt a pain to his neck and he blacked out.

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"Charles."

"hmmmm." Chuck started to awaken with a really weird taste in his mouth.

"Charles. Where are they, Charles?"

Chuck opened his eyes and there was a large man now stabbing him with a needle.

"AUUUUUUGGGHHHH!" Chuck groaned, and he felt himself preparing to pass out when the guy started slapping him hard in the face a few times, snapping him back to the here and now.

"Charles, this is going to hurt you a lot more than it does me. This is a new truth serum. Very effective and very, very fast acting."

The large man placed a tape recorder on a little table in front of Chuck, and turned it on, just as another entered. "Mr. Lerue, the team lost the sister. She and her boyfriend went to the carnival and they snuck off in the tunnel of love. They don't think they were made, but they have not returned home."

"Not acceptable Nathan; find her or else. Now then, where were we, Charles? Oh yes, you were going to tell me everything you know about where your parents are."

"Well, I was born here in LA, but Dad said I was actually conceived in San Francisco during the first comic-con. He's from some place called the Enterprise.."

The man backhanded Chuck in the face. "No, Charles. I want to know where they are now."

Abruptly, both of the men's pagers went off. They glanced at each other and ran out of the room.

"-and really I only have mom's word for it that I look like my great grandfather. We called him Armidillo. My great Grandmommie, Nic looks like my sis…"

"Chuck, shhhh. Look up!" came a voice out of nowhere.

"Mom, hey is that my Mommy?"

"Charles, we only have a minute, so look up at the TV above you and in the left corner."

When he looked up at the TV, he saw his Mom, only with little blue antennae coming out her nose.

"Charles, listen to me - that truth serum is affecting your mind. It will kill you in twenty minutes. It gets you to talk but it also kills. Do you understand?" His ,mom's voice seemed almost panicked. Not something he was used to hearing.

"Hey, I get it. OH CRAP DEAD MAN WALKING!" Chuck laughed and that's when he noticed he was tied down to a chair in some sort of medical lab. There were tables in back of him full of lab equipment and he found it hard to think.

"Mommy, I think it's been years, but honestly what the crap do I do to make you and dada leave me and sis sis? Heeeyyyy wait a sec, aren't you dead?"

"Char- Chuck, listen to me. Neither your father nor I can get to you right now. Son, I want you to look at the screen carefully. I'm so very sorry for this."

Thousands of images started flashing on the screen. Chuck could not tear his eyes off them.

When it finally went blank,he shook his head and received his first flash, which nearly made him pass out. "Oh crap, this is going to leave a boo boo."

Chuck started rocking back and forth in the chair until he toppled over ("WHEEEEEEEE") into one of the tables with equipment. This knocked over a bunch of beakers.

"OOOOWWWWWW MOMMIE I HAVE A BIG BOO BOO!"

The beakers smashed into a thousand pieces, one of the larger shards embedded itself right on the tip of his thumb.

"Chuck, good now honey, use that piece to cuts the ropes" His mom's voice come soothingly.

"Mommie it hurts. OH CRAP I THUNK I PEE'D MY PANTS!" he whimpered loudly.

Taking the glass out with his other hand, he cut the ropes, and somehow managed not to cut himself again.

Chuck, sucking his bleeding thumb, looked at the screen which now had his Dad's picture on it.

"Charles, listen to me. There should be a vial marked NCC1701 on the tray in front of you. That is the antidote for the serum. Now listen, Charles, you need to use a 10 ml needle now!"

It took three attempts to pick up a syringe, and almost forever to find the vial. He had to keep his eyes closed while holding the needle.

Finally, just when the world started to seem normal having beagles flying around his head, he was able to draw 10cc. And then he just stared at it.

"Son, you have to take it now," his mom screamed off screen.

Chuck was becoming more and more unsteady. He backed up until he hit the wall. However between the truth drug and his fear of needles, he dropped the syringe, which went into the middle of his foot.

"OWWWW." Chuck reached down to get it out, but a wave of blackness hit him and he passed out, falling on the plunger, pushing the antidote into his body.

10101010

He missed all the gunplay and he had no idea that another large man who would someday become like an older brother to him carried him out as his marine unit mopped up the rest of the traitors. Unknown to Chuck, the large man would be complaining for weeks to anyone who asked that he couldn't get the geek puke smell out of the beloved crown vic.

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"Charles?" he thought he heard a voice calling him.

"Mom, Dad?" Chuck opened his eyes expecting to see his parents staring down at him.

"No, Mr. Bartowski. General Diane Beckman, NSA."

The flash that took him felt like someone drove a knife in his head and when he finished, he looked up and saw a tiny women sitting in a chair beside his hospital bed.

She could not help but notice the tears and the look of horror on his face.

"Your father is on his way. He was in China when your Mom sent the alert through." She reached down and from her briefcase pulled a pill bottle and poured a glass of water. She passed both of them to him. "Your father wanted me to make sure you took those. He said you would have one heck of a headache when you saw me. There is stuff I am proud of, however it is what it is. Orders are orders. This is only going to get tougher tonight and you and your parents have some decisions to make."

Chuck looked at the pills and put them aside and drank the water.

"Mr. Bartowski ,when you saw me, you experienced what your father calls a 'flash'. This will explain it better than I can. The intersect project."

Chuck dropped the paper cup holding the water as his body shook violently with the effects of the flash.

Beckman had seen Stephen's flashes, but that was after years and he learned how to cope. Her first thought now was something akin to torture on the younger Bartowski. The effect it had on his body shocked even her, even though her face was a mask.

When the flash stopped, Chuck was unconscious on the bed, blood tricking from his ears, nose and mouth. She sniffed and made a face. He had apparently soiled himself. Well, that had better stop if her plans were to succeed. She reached into her case and pulled out three letters and left them on the side table, as she went to get a Doctor to check him out, and a nurse to clean him up.

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Three hours later, the General was aboard her private plane to return to DC when her personal line started to ring.

"Beckman – secure."

"Why do that to him Diane?" Mary's voice came through the speakers.

"Mary, you know why. Now he has all the information to make an informed choice. You and Steven would leave things out to protect him. You saw my proposal. I felt it important to make it in person, before someone else got involved."

"Choice? That's what you call it. It's no choice. We did what we did to save our son. We are not proud of it."

"Mary, I know. Roan and I would do the same for Sam."

"Graham. He would push for some sort of accident, knowing him he would make Chuck and Ellie a red test. Think he would get it past the oversight committee?"

"You know he will. Do not tell me you didn't see the kill order he put out on you, too."

There was a long pause then Beckman asked the question she was waiting for.

"So, do you all agree?"

"Depends. Charles wants to protect us. We will do it for him. We will make the modifications and send us an agent to test it on. But Charles' main request is not to leave his sister and we have a couple of our own. First, Steven and I both agree, the 'glitch' must be fixed; it has to be moved up to the top of the list. It almost cost me and Steven our lives, and we do not want to ruin his. No keeping him as a lab rat. We run as an independent group. I want to be sure that this never gets into the wrong hands. So everything stays with us. I owe that to Stephen. We all agree that Ellie must be protected and kept out of this."

The general then did something that she rarely ever did; she smiled. "Ellie's protection has already been arranged. Her new boyfriend is actually with the NSA. He was assigned to protect Chuck and Ellie since what you have been doing lately is more than a little reckless."

"What, Devon is a low down two bit…"

"Now before you start getting your panties in a bunch, it was not planned. Doctor Woodcomb was actually there getting specialized medical training before returning to his reserve unit. When the team watching her told me that they met, they said it was love at first sight. I arranged a secret meeting with him when he was next on base. He wanted out of the service to protect her the moment I hinted that she might be in danger. So I transferred him to the NSA and sanctioned the romance. It will be a win-win for everyone. He was just not allowed to tell her or Chuck that he was with us, and he does not know the real reason for the protection. Woodcomb hated that she was in danger, but jumped at the chance to be her white knight. I have not seen that type of love since I introduced you to Steven."

The General sat back in her chair. "How about a compromise? Charles will go through the Farm so I can see what he can do, then after a year or so, we will set him up using the Carmichael operation that you and Steven used to bypass certain FBI problems last year. Technically, you still own the building."

"I will talk to them and get back to you. But it sounds like our best option so far. I'll talk them into it somehow. Diane, thank you for having our backs – again."

"Mary, I am about to land. I will contact you in three hours for your answer. Stay safe, little sister. Beckman out."

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A/N

Welcome to Chuckies Angels: School Zone.

This is going a little more slowly, but I want to avoid a lot of the mistakes I made on the first one. This has gone through a lot of rewrites.

Thanks to Jagged1 for pointing out my many many many crappy mistakes.

Usual disclaimers apply. I own nothing in the Chuck or Charlie's Angels universe. Heck I'm not even sure I own the shirt on my back in this universe.

So please review this and everything on the site. Good or bad, reviews help make a story better. At least mine.

The other reviews that I've let go over the last few days trying to work on this story, I'll get back to replying to. Have not forgotten about you!

Now to start the campain to get ARP to make a picture of Nic his new icon (heh heh heh)...