Maybe a One-shoot Chuck fanfic? This's an AU that happens right after 2x11.
What if Jill had taken Chuck to her leaders?
Note 1: If you like it, I'm thinking about making it more than just a one-shoot. I'm actually thinking about writing more, so it's really important to review if you like it so that I know! :)
Note 2: This's going to be written from "I" point of view, simply because: I suck at third person. Enjoy! Please review!
Can you see in the dark?
Can you see the look on your face?
The flashing white light's been turned off
You don't know who's in your bed.
It takes more than fucking someone you don't know to keep warm.
I stroke my fingers against her hair, feeling the softness beneath my skin. At some point, I took a lock of her hair and just played around with it. Because she was beautiful; and here I am, running away with my ex-girlfriend from Stanford. It was nearly impossible to get over her after the tough breakup- and it was exactly as impossible not to fall for her again.
"Where're we going?" I managed to ask after a while. We had been driving for quite some time now. If I had to guess it'd be about two hours. I frowned. Two hours was an awful amount of time to increase a distance from my handlers and us. I mean, it would be enough to just drive to the third nearest hotel right?
"Trust me Chuck, you don't want to know." She said it with such a stern voice, almost worrying me for a bit, but then she smiled.
"Don't worry; it's going to be worth it." I nodded and smiled one of my goofy smiles.
The most scary but fun part about this trip was that neither of my handlers knew where I was. I had dumped the watch, although, I had my phone… Either way, they wouldn't know where I was until they tracked my phone. Well, I really hope that they wouldn't because it would be awkward if they found out where we were and forced open the door, walking in on an inappropriate moment… Oh my god I'm just going to go insane if I keep thinking like that, I thought to myself.
"What are you thinking about?" why did she choose right that moment to engage a new conversation?
"Oh, nothing particular…" Jill smirked and then a particular song started on the radio. The Coldplay's Major minus started singing.
They got one eye watching you
One eye, what you do? So be careful who it is you're talking to
They got one eye watching you
One eye, what you do? So be careful what it is you're tryin' to do
And be careful when you're walking into view
Just be careful when you're walking into view
We were actually in the middle of nowhere. The place the car was driving through was surrounded by a dessert. The sun kept shining and I could feel the sun stroking my sore skin.
"Hey, you didn't happen to bring some sun cream did you?"
"Sorry Chuck." Jill's fingers started playing over the steering wheel and her eyes turned tense.
"What is it?" Jill looked like she was holding something back and I really wanted to find out what it was.
"Jill?" She didn't look at me. The wind caught her hair as she sped up, and strands of her dark hair were flying wildly.
"Jill?" I asked anxious. I watched as Jill's half-attempted smile drew out to a line.
"We are here." She said as we were about to pass a sign. I looked at the sign and could help but to let out a growl. On the sign a man in his fifties was posing, with his thumb up and his gray hair slicked back, on the bottom the word Delaney was typed. A shooting pain went through my head and I was no longer in the car. Images flashed quickly by. I saw images of Fulcrum, some CIA facilities, pictures of people and some buildings.
"Chuck! You okay?" Jill's shouting brought me back into reality. Oh my god.
"Jill, I need you to turn around. It isn't a good idea for you to be driving here."
"Chuck…"
"No Jill! Turn back, turn back!" I yelled at her. She looked at my eyes that shone of desperation.
If she only knew what I had seen, she didn't know about the Intersect in my head- so I couldn't tell her about my so called 'flash'. The road she was driving on belonged to Fulcrum. Fulcrum had originally planned to make this place into a Fulcrum facility. But the project had been put on hold, or more honest, depleted. Still, I hell didn't want to drive around Fulcrum-places without Sarah or Casey behind my back, ready to defend me…
Out of sudden, I caught a glimpse of a dark SUV pulled up beside the road a couple of meters in front of us.
"Jill. We need to turn back!" Why didn't she listen? Jill kept driving, her face expressionless.
"I'm sorry Chuck, I really am. I never intended for this to happen."
Got one eye on the road and one on…
They got one eye watching you
And one eye, what you do?
So be careful 'cause nothing they say is true
The radio sang.
This was so wrong; my guts were telling me that something was wrong. Had she really betrayed me again?
Jill pulled over behind the SUV and men dressed in black suits and sunglasses stepped out of the SUV.
"Jill!" I yelled. I wanted to scream. I didn't have my watch. This was bad, this was so bad. Was Jill in on this? Of course she was, she wouldn't have stopped the car if she wasn't. Oh my god what am I going to do? What am I going to do? The two men approached the car. My mind was blank and the only thing left was my instinct- and it told me to run. To run as fast and far as I could. Didn't matter where, just as long as I got out of here. Jill saw the sudden change in my movement so she pulled out her gun and pointed it at my chest.
"Chuck, don't" she was emotionless, she was a fucking psychopath! How could I have fallen for such a… such a… there were no words for what I wanted to say.
"Charles Bartowski, step out of the car." One of the dark dressed men said just a few centimeters away from the car. He had a pair of handcuffs.
Fast. Fast, I needed a plan. They would probably torture me; put me in one of those freaking bunkers without windows.
My phone. I had my phone.
"Bartowski, step out of the car or I will make you." The bad guy number one said. In my mind- he wasn't anything more than that. I was the Intersect, so they must be kidnapping me for that reason right? So they couldn't shoot me… But did Jill know about…?
"Could you step back so that I can open the door?" The bad guy number one did that, surprisingly. I was yet shocked that they hadn't tranquilized me already. Quickly I pulled out the phone out of sight of Jill and slid it open. As quickly as I could I called Sarah. This hadn't taken more than a few seconds, but I guess that it was a few seconds too much. In the distance, I could hear Sarah's voice going:
"Chuck?" I knew that they would just take my phone one way or another as soon as I stepped out of the car, so I had done what I could.
"This's enough. I tried to be civil about this." The bad guy number one said and ripped me out of the car, shoved me unto the car's head and pushed down my head on it. He handcuffed me and then bad guy number two covered my head with a dark bag. I didn't even try to scream for help, because there was no one here. I was in an abandoned desert, with no humans in sight for miles. The only people around me were bad guys and Jill, the woman that had betrayed me, over and over again. I've had enough. I couldn't bear this any second longer. I hoped that my phone still lay on the bottom of the car, or more precise, the car's carpet.
I hope that Sarah was tracking the phone, but did it really matter? The bunker I was going to be stashed in was probably not even in this state. Oh god, Sarah would never find me. So stupid! I should have worn the goddamn watch! This's why I should stop trusting other human beings… Damn it.
My kidnappers suddenly dragged me away from the car and put me into the SUV. Not that I could see anything… Everything was dark.
What will happen to Ellie? She would think that I left her just like dad and mom! She would never forgive me.
"Where am I going?" it was probably a really stupid question, but couldn't hurt to try anyways right? One of the kidnappers grunted and I felt as something smashed against my head.
I was wrong, it hurt.
I had no idea how much time had passed.
I had no idea where I was.
The only thing I did know was that it was dark.
I took a couple of deep breathes. Where am I? My eyes where still closed and I was like really tired. It felt like I had some kind of a hangover, but worse.
My head was throbbing and my eyelids felt heavy.
After some time, I decided to crack my eyes open. My heart started thumping rapidly and my eyes widened. I had expected to wake up in my old room and the shock of this place created Goosebumps down my arms.
The room white and was quite small, but big enough to contain a bed, a TV screen and a wardrobe. There were also two doors. One was locked and the other one was open, the light was on in that room and cast shadows of a bathroom. I looked up to the gray ceiling to see a video camera, to be extra annoying it shone in a red light.
There was only one thought stuck in my head: I'm screwed.
I decided to swing my legs over the bed, but that didn't result well since the movement made me feel dizzy. I looked down at my body to see that I was dressed in my nerd herd outfit- minus the nametag.
Sitting there on the edge of the white bed with the white sheets, it all started to slowly come back to me. Memories of Jill and Fulcrum flashed before my eyes and I was terrified. I was in a fulcrum facility. I was being watched by the organization that wanted the Intersect. They've got what they wanted. Oh god. What would Sarah tell Ellie? What would happen to Morgan? I hid my face in my palms. First Bryce, now Jill: would there be another one that screwed me over?
The door that I presumed to be locked opened and a man dressed in a white coat walked in.
"Chuck Bartowski." The man looked to be in his mid-fifties. He had blond hair mixed with white strands. I didn't answer. Because, what was I supposed to answer?
"Chuck, don't be afraid. Since you're the Intersect we would never do anything to harm you." Yeah, that was so reassuring, I thought grimly.
"Okay so look. This's how this's going to work: we are going to take you into our special intersect room and we are going to test you if you can truly flash." Should I ask how long I've been out? Did it matter? Casey and Sarah would never find me and we all three knew that I could never withstand torture. Even if I couldn't believe that anyone would save me, I still couldn't help but hope at least a little that Sarah or Casey would find me.
"Okay, so I guess that you don't understand how this works." The man in the white coat said, suddenly, he pulled out a tranquilizer gun.
"If you don't follow me, I will simply tranquilize you. Since we cannot kill you, we can at least give you liver damage. But oh, that's not all. If we get bored of tranquilizing you we will simply get the guards to take care of the problem. Now, how do you like to proceed?" Well, if I were tranquilized I won't have to think about the nagging problem and I wouldn't have to go into that freaking 'Intersect room'. But was it smart of me to ignore the fact and simply…
"That was warning number one. If you keep denying the fact that you belong to us. We will do what's necessary." My body was slacked against the bed. Wait, had he tranquilized me?
"Okay." He led me out of the room, (or my "bunker"), into a white corridor. Everything in here was white. I hated it. Oh, I nearly forgot that the old guy had a tranquilize gun pointed at my back.
After a while we stopped and he pushed open a door.
The room was quite big and oval-formed. In the middle of the room a big wide glass table was placed. There were two big windows on both sides of the room. The windows were similar to interrogation-windows, the ones we had back in Castle. Only difference was that you could see through these windows. I saw desk's with people typing on their computers behind those windows. Except that there weren't anything else to add, just white walls, a white floor and a gray ceiling.
"Sit." The man in the white coat ordered. I didn't know what else was left for me to do than to obey, so I sunk down in the nearest chair in the room.
"Okay Chuck. So this's how it's going to work. You're the Intersect and we want everything that's in the head of yours. We can't kill you, but we can hurt you. Do you like torture? Because if you don't obey our orders, well." The man that I would like to call bad doc sunk down in a chair beside him. Well, he looked like some kind of a doctor in that white coat…
"I'm going to show you some pictures and you are going to tell me what you see." I don't know if I would be able to withstand torture, but I couldn't reveal every government secret right?
"Before you do, could you tell me how much time has passed since…" I was nearly afraid to ask. Actually, I wanted to scream Jill's name and I wanted to scream for just anyone to come and save me.
"Week and a half." The bad doc said while fishing up some pictures from his pocket.
"Week and a half?" it had nearly passed two weeks since they abducted me. Oh god, how could anyone ever find me now?
The bad doc put a picture of a desert in front of my eyes and I felt the immediate throbbing pain and my eyes twitched. Pictures of a CIA base, Fulcrum base and something called AGRA flashed before my eyes.
Moments later the pictures and the flash stopped.
"Tell me, what did you see?" I felt reluctant to share the information I was now possessing. But I also felt reluctant of being tortured or beaten.
"This, this whole base… I'm in… Detroit?" Realization hit me. I was in an abandoned city; how the hell would anyone find me? It was hours from Burbank, hell Detroit was across the country.
"And?" Bad doc said.
"And this was once a CIA base…" I cut off myself. I shouldn't continue. The bunker they had stashed me in was in Detroit, in the more abandoned area, there weren't any sane human beings around this bunker.
My thoughts went back to my flash. AGRA. They were an organization that resembled to CIA, NSA, but it wasn't quite like it. They were more… distant. I hadn't heard of them before this flash.
"I'm amazed that the human Intersect works, but dammit Chuck. You better start talking if you don't want to get hurt." Bad doc observed my hesitation and then he sighed and opened a laptop in front of him.
"I don't want to risk hurting you, but I guess that maybe I can catch your attention if I show you… this." Bad doc opened up a program and it seemed to be some kind of a video-clip. I leaned closer and saw that the program showed Ellie and Devon's doorstep. Realization hit me- I was about to watch a surveillance footage.
"What is this?"
"Schh, let me show you first." He pressed play and my eyes were glued on the screen. On the bottom of the screen it read that the date was about three days ago.
Sarah stood in front of Ellie's and Devon's door. Her eyes were red and her blonde hair tangled. Sarah knocked on the door and after a moment the door was opened by Ellie.
"Sarah?" As Ellie saw the redness in Sarah's eyes a frown grew on Ellie's forehead.
"Sarah, is everything okay?" she asked concerned- in response Sarah shook her head.
"Come in and tell me, what's going on?" Sarah stroke away a tear that was starting to form in her eyes and then she walked in.
The camera switched to the ones inside of Ellie and Devon's apartment.
Sarah swallowed and Ellie gestured to Sarah to sit down in the sofa.
"Sarah?" Sarah sunk down in the sofa and then she placed her trembling hands on her knees.
"It's Chuck. He's… It's…" she could barely manage to speak. Tears threatened to spill down Sarah cheeks.
"He's what? Sarah you're worrying me." Ellie sounded frightened.
"Chuck's been in a car accident. Apparently he saw a kid on the road playing with his friends. Then around the corner a car drove too fast. Chuck saw that the car would hit the kid so he ran over there and pushed away the kid, taking the hit instead." Ellie's concern fell and was replaced with panic.
"Oh my god, is he okay?" she hid her mouth in her palms and tears started falling. Ellie was crying and her eyes were red and wide. Sarah shook sadly her head.
"I'm so sorry Ellie. He died a hero." Ellie threw her arms around Sarah and cried. Tears were streaming down Sarah's cheeks and this didn't look like an act-she looked deliberately sad.
Bad doc shut down the laptop.
I was… speechless. Tears were threatening to escape my eyes. Sarah had told Ellie that I was dead. Ellie thought that I was dead. I felt how my body started to shut down. It was so painful that I had to watch that. How could Sarah have done this? Oh god. What if Sarah realized that she couldn't find me and decided to… I felt sick and I just wanted to throw up. I couldn't breathe. What if everything was lost? I leaned back in my chair and bashed my head against the seat. How could I live knowing that I had caused Ellie such pain? And really Sarah? A car accident? My body that had been tense just moments ago now started to turn lose. I realized what was happening. I was shutting down. Last time this happened was when dad had left Ellie and me to fend for our lives. That whole night I had laid in my bed paralyzed, with no lust for living. I wanted to laugh and I wanted to cry, but most of all, I wanted out of this hellhole and hug Ellie and tell her that I wasn't dead. Ellie I'm still here! I wanted to scream.
"As you see we have eyes on your sister… Devon… and even Morgan. Now, I believe that we could be civilized but I guess that you haven't listened yet. If you don't cooperate we will kill your family. We will kill your sister Chuck. Do you want that? One phone call and I will have a hit-man there in less than ten minutes on scene."
"No. Please, I will do whatever you want just don't.. don't hurt Ellie." My words weren't louder than a whisper. I heard my voice crack in the end and I was on the verge of shutting down. For real this time. I felt like last time I shut down. My hands were trembling and I was losing myself. I felt my thoughts vanish and I felt as I was beginning to disappear. I would never see Ellie again. Ellie thought that I was dead… The thoughts repeated and I just couldn't handle it anymore so I hid my face behind my palm and I couldn't hold back the tears anymore.
"Chuck, open your eyes, because I need you to flash. Flash, or your sister dies."