Chuck had always thought that they would be together.

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"He won't make it out there!"

Oh God. He thought desperately trying to keep the contents of his stomach where they were.

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When he found out Bryce had framed him, told Professor Fleming that Chuck had cheated…

He knew he should have been furious.

He knew that he should have confronted demanding what was his excuse for betraying his best friend.

His lover.

Yet, Chuck's body wouldn't let him. His heart would stop him, telling him that it was probably some huge misunderstanding... No, he had to confront Bryce.

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All of this for me! Chuck's vision swirled. Black spots filtered his view.

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He had marched up to Byrce, ready to… to…

Slap him. Why not go straight for a punch Chuck had no clue. It just felt befitting, as if a slap across the face would hurt far more than any other punch.

He was right.

The look on Bryces' face pained Chuck. He took a step backward but regained his composure. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked in a monotone manner.

"What do I…?" Chuck choked out. "Are you serious?" He shouted.

"Quiet down, you'll cause a scene." Bryce spat out.

"What's with you?" Chuck screamed.

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He did this, he… Oh God. His stomach was throwing itself against his abdomen. It was getting harder to hold it down. Chuck slammed his hand against his mouth, the vile liquids begun to swish up his throat.

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"I love you!" Chuck proclaimed, he collapsed against Bryce, his arms wrapped around the others as his knees laid sloppily on the floor. Bryce's muscles tightened. Tears begun to form around Chuck's eyes. "I… I thought you loved me."

Bryce stood stunned at Chuck's words. Eyes widened he opened his mouth to speak, yet nothing came out. He shook his head and snapped his arms away, breaking his final physical contact with Chuck. Chuck looked up with tear stained cheeks and blood shot eyes, the tiniest glimmer of hope reflected off his face.

"You thought wrong." Bryce jeered. Chuck looked down and wrapped his arms around himself. Sobs racked Chuck's body. Bryce allowed himself to shed a single tear before leaving the room. For a great amount of time Bryce sat against the door of the dorm he shared with Chuck. Finally he gathered enough strength to get up. "Goodbye, Chuck. I love you." He walked off to begin his game of pool.

Bryce hadn't focus on the game until the fraternity brothers hushed up. Bryce stood slightly crooked as he rested his hand on his pool stick. Chuck had gathered his final belongings and was now staring at his former friend.

"Why are you doing this, Bryce?" Chuck asked the words out weakly. He was giving his lover a final chance to stop this, to be what they were once more. Byrce had lowered his head, unable to take the look his friend was giving him, finding out that doing the right didn't always include a happy ending.

Byrce shook his head, if this was to go well, he couldn't show emotions now. Hopefully Jill would go back to Chuck, or someone worthy of Chuck would find him. He grimaced at the thought of Chuck holding, touching someone else. With any luck, one day he would meet Chuck again, but for now…

"You did this to yourself Chuck."

It had to be done.

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Bryce. Chuck threw his head to the side, vomiting. He wiped the substance off his chin and for the first time since Bryce's supposed betrayal, he cried. Oh God, why Byrce? All the memories of the times they shared, the moments they created, the love they had flooded into his mind.

I miss you.Chuck forced his wobbling body to get up. I want you. He faced Magnus pointing a crossbow ready to launch. I hate you. Chuck ducked down just in time as the bow zoomed toward him. I need you. Magnus stopped firing and Chuck noticed a young woman making her way towards his self. "Are you Chuck?" He nodded and looked up to see Casey and Sarah appearing unharmed along with most of the people Chuck assumed to the the toga party members. Chuck forced the disc out and placed it in his pocket. As his right hand felt the texture of the disc and his left hand rubbed the tear streaks off his face, Chuck forced a smile towards the CIA agents approaching him, one last thought lingering in his mind.

I love you.


Not that many people in this fandom, eh? That change soon, this show's too good. Am I the first, second etc. to write Chuck/Byrce?
I gotta tell you, this was so fun to write, it's good to sometimes escape your usual fandom. I hope to make it a two/three-shot, if I have time.