Everybody says they don't own Chuck. Honestly, if they don't how would I?
This is my first ff, so I'm not sure how it looks... just felt like writing today...
Also, forgive me for any mistakes. My english isn't that good...
Chuck Vs A Hard Training
Both Chuck and Sarah are standing next to a door, monitoring the activities of the room. Looking at the screen, they focus their sight at a small black bag, which contains the supplies for the mission, and a package laying over a small table right in the center of the room. He looks hesitating and a little incredulous while she tries to calm him down.
"Come on, Chuck! It's not that hard..."
"Easy for you to say… you're gonna be just watching. Honestly, tell me again why I'm doing this instead of you."
"Well, we've already discussed this. It's part of your training."
Just a couple of days ago a serious change happened to the team and they agreed they would need to develop some skills to improve the team's performance. Of course, Sarah made Chuck believe he was the one who needed a hard training, which implied he would've be given a tough mission to accomplish on his own but under her supervision.
"Wha–what? Seriously, and YOU get no training at all! Why is that?"
"Ok, Chuck. If you prefer we can change parts. I'll handle the replacement and you'll deal with the refueling, the tranquilizers, the clean-up, the…"
"Got it, got it. Fine. I've disarmed a bomb and landed a helicopter before. I think I can do this."
Conformed knowing there is no escape out of this situation he turns around and walks into the room. The mission begins. The only help he's gonna get will be through an earpiece. Don't freak out! Don't freak out! Don't! He keps repeating that inside of his head but doesn't walk away from his duty. He's gonna try.
...
He approaches the package, makes eye contact with the objective of the mission and as soon as he opens it…
"Sarah!! Red code!! The gas took over the room. I think I'm intoxicated. Am I gonna die? Oh, God, please!! I'm too young!!!"
"It's not lethal, Chuck! You're doing great. Now grab the new piece over there. Make sure the area is clean and check for damages."
"The area is clean. Wait... I think I see something wrong here. What do I do?"
Sarah zooms in the screen to get a better view.
"Uh. It doesn't seem serious. Look in the bag for a white tube. Just spread it over the surface. It will cover it for now. If the damage persists then we'll have a specialist take a look at it."
"Done. Putting new piece…"
"Careful, Chuck. Remember the package is very fragile." She practically yelled at him.
"Da-da!!! Mission accomplished!!! Did you think you could compete with special agent Charles Carmichael? Gotcha!!!" He danced around like crazy pointing his fingers to the package and then grabbed it carefully. He put a huge smile on his face and walked out of the room and met Sarah half the way with a smile of her own, trying hard not to laugh.
"Really, Mr. Carmichael. If I recall right you almost passed out a while back."
"Hey! Not fair. You should've smelled that! I'm telling you, this baby's got some serious problems. And before mocking me you should keep in mind next time it will be your turn. Let's see how YOU handle diaper-changing!!!"
Now there's no pointing holding back the chuckles. They hold each other, just the little Michael – also known as the package – in between them. They're happy. Sure more real tough mission will appear eventually but standing there looking at each other and at their baby they know their team will be just awesome from then on.
They're still spies, their lives are far from normal, there are no promises of a happily ever after but… who needs forever when you got today everyday?