Chuck vs the Fantasy
By PaBurke
Word Count: 300
Cross: Season 1ish of Chuck, Post 7 for Buffy
Summary: One of the people Chuck didn't flash on.
Chuck was still grinning when he caught up to Casey in the corner of the store. "So the computer programmers for the," he waved a finger at his head, "Idid/I have a sense of humor."
"No, they didn't," Casey argued. They had a serious job and knew it.
"Comeon," Chuck said. "They identified a guy as a Iwerewolf/I."
Casey didn't treat it as a joke, but then he didn't treat anything like a joke. "There's a werewolf? Here?" He looked around. "Damnit, he probably heard you tell me. You need to hide. Go visit Walker."
Chuck refused to back down. "You believe in Iwerewolves/I? Next thing I know, you'll be hiding me from Big Foot."
"No such thing. That was an Op gone wrong. Where's the wolf?"
"At the Nerd Herd desk. He's the short one wearing the white shirt and striped tie."
"IYou hired him?/I"
"He can do the job. My intell said that he wasn't a killer outside of his Iother/I form. Jeff and Lester are trying to recruit him into their band. Turns out he plays base guitar."
Casey looked startled. "You stay here. I'll take care of him."
"Hey, I like him. How are you going to Itake care/I of Daniel?"
"There are three ways to safely take care of a wolf long term. Either kill them…"
"Big surprise that that's number one on your list."
"Get the hell out of their territory or get them to accept you as pack." Casey looked him over. "You're a stupid-friendly beta. He might take you as pack."
Casey walked away and since there was no blood shed and Daniel kept coming to work, the NSA agent must have been playing a joke on Chuck from the get-go.
Casey had a horrible sense of humor. It wasn't even funny.