Standard Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, yadda yadda yadda. I actually don't really own much of anything, except my car. And it's about time for a new one (car payments YaY!)
Author's Note. This sort of came out of nowhere. Not even close to canon, the timeline is obviously futzed, etc., so consider this my own little AU I created in the corner of the Chuck sandbox.
JC admired the wound on his cousin Stephens right arm, "Dude, Dude, Dude, how many stitches, does it hurt, are you gonna be able to use your arm again, will it scar?"
"Dude, I hope it does scar, that's important, you know that right?", Stephen replied. " ' Pain Heals ' ".
Stephens twin sisters Sam and Lisa chimed in, " ' Chicks dig scars! ' "
" ' GLORY…. LASTS FOREVER!' " they all shouted.
"What what what what?', Chuck sighed, looking over at his best friend. "We're failures, Morg, absolute failures as fathers. My son has a scar, a scar Morgan, from playing ice hockey. Ice hockey! ON ICE. WEARING ICE SKATES. Our kids are quoting the wrong Keanu Reeves movie. Where did we go wrong?"
"I know Charles, I know", Morgan replied, draping his arm over his best friends shoulder. "I was at the game with you. But we can work our way through this guy, we've gotten through worse together. And the way he body blocked those two guys so that little Karen girl could score the winning goal was pretty sweet."
"You're right, that was a sweet move. But Morgan, The WRONG! Keanu Reeves movie Morgan, the WRONG Movie!"
"Actually I've always enjoyed The Lake House", Sarah said, winking and grinning evilly at Alex and Gertrude.
"Oh yeah, me too", Alex replied, "He is just so sweet and dreamy in that movie." In response to a glare from her husband she stuck her tongue out and then continued, "And you've got to admit, the boy has a nice butt."
"While I agree he does have an outstanding rear end", Gertrude responded, shooting a quick glance at Morgan and Chuck huddling on the couch and deciding to toss some fuel on the fire, "One of my secret guilty pleasures has always been Sweet November, it's so sappy and silly, but I still find myself welling up."
"Don't think I've seen that one Gertrude", Alex responded.
"Nor me", said Sarah. "Hey, we could watch both. As you know, I have a 90 inch plasma TV that I never get to use. I'm sure it would welcome a respite from video games and sci-fi marathons. And I have a few bottles of a great Pinot from the Napa Valley that I found."
"OOH! OOH! OOH! I've got that gourmet cheese and cracker basket you and Dad picked up for me. I'd be willing to bring that over. What do you say Gertrude, Girls Night?", Alex said, almost dancing in her chair.
"I do happen to have a kilo or so of special reserve chocolates in a climate controlled safe at my office", replied Gertrude, "When would you like to do this?"
"Tomorrow night works for me", Sarah replied, looking at Alex for confirmation. "And I'll make sure we've got plenty of tissues."
"Chuck, Chuck,", Morgan panted, burrowing into Chucks' side. "They're hurting me and they're scaring me man, Help me Chuck Bartowski; You're the only one that can."
"I can't Morgan", Chuck replied, wrapping his arms around his best friend to try to stop Morgans' shivering. "This time, I don't think that there's anything I can do. There's nothing that anyone can do. Our wives and children have gone over to the Dark Side. They've taken the blue pill and jumped back into the syrupy, saccharine cocoon of romance movies and buddy sports movies. We've tried, we've worked hard, we've done our best to show them the true path to enlightenment, but we've failed. We have to face the fact, as husbands, as fathers, we're total, absolute failures."
"No, you're both total, absolute idiots", growled Casey. "But that ain't nothing new."
Sarah, Gertrude and Alex giggled. All the kids laughed, the old folks were the funniest show in town.