Title:
Casey's Blues
Author: Tinadoll
Rating:
Overall R.
Spoilers/Timeline:
Chuck-Season 1
Pairing: Casey/Ellie maybe
Summary: John Casey is a man-not a myth or a legend. Just a man and he is tired of being Team Chucks Little fat kid.
Author's note- My first Chuck fic, not beta'd. Hell go easy on me sad smile
Prologue.
So here I am , sitting in "my" apartment. I am spending yet another Saturday evening, alone. Listening to that nit wit Chuck and his little hobbit of a buddy Morgan are playing Halo 3 again. Pu-lease. I've seen realer action watching late night crap porn on Showtime. Action is when you're knee deep in mud in the jungle of Cambodia, trying to rescue some dignitary who got shits deep into trouble and all you have is your gunnysack and your wits. You don't have any special armor or special scopes, not even a bottle of OFF to keep the blood thirsty mosquitoes off of your arms.
Now that's what I call action.
I touch my face. Damn I miss my goatee.
I hear a cheer go up and I roll my eyes.
Action is NOT sitting in your bedroom playing some god-awful game on a Saturday night. It's not realistic. Hell even the voices aren't that good.
I hear a soft knock on the door and then a sweet voice follows:
"Hey Chuck, here's some more popcorn," Ellie, Chuck's big sister says.
I smile. My night has brightened up. Ellie is one hot dame. Even though I am in constant contact with Sarah, in her little corndog outfit, I much rather have Ellie. She's smarter and hell I ain't even in to blonds with emotion issues.
I frown.
It's been awhile since I went out. I haven't had a date in ages. I'm always on the job. So here I am on a Saturday Night, sitting in my sad nearly bare apartment only clothed in a brown silk robe. I look at my simple can of tuna fish.
Tuna, simple, cheap, doesn't spoil and available in bulk.
A snarl comes across my face and I narrow my eyes.
This has to change.