I personally hated the way season 3 started. I found the season redeeming during Chuck vs the Beard. As for the end, the whole Justin thing with Ellie and Chuck's dad getting killed were the main things I didn't like. Also would have been nice to see Sarah pull a Mauser on Shaw. This fic will be AU, set after Chuck vs The Pink Slip.
And of course I don't own Chuck. I also don't own the Matrix or Zombieland.
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Chapter 1 – Chuck vs Morpheus
Outside Casa Bartowski-Grimes
August 3, 2010
8:00 PM Tuesday
"You're a spy now Chuck… You have to keep your feelings to yourself." A visibly hurt Sarah Walker manages to get out, leaving the courtyard outside Casa Bartowksi-Grimes.
Casey excitedly leaves his apartment. "Numbnuts! Ready?"
"Ready? Ready for what?"
"Your training, come on!" wack
Chuck moans from where Casey slaps him in the shoulder and follows to the Crown Vic.
"You still owe me a Crown Vic by the way, don't think I forgot."
"You would think you could just write that off as some kind of mission expense. We did save a Taiwanese attaché after all. Besides it has been over two years, I would have thought you moved on from that by now." Chuck quips.
"True - but why waste taxpayer money when I can waste what little money you have? It is only a matter of time until your dumbass somehow blows up this Vic. Besides my beloved Crown Vic and I had some good memories."
"You realize you are talking about…..a car?"
Outside the Orange Orange
August 3, 2010
8:15 PM Tuesday
"OUT!"
"Fine, fine. So why are we at the double O?"
"Two words: Sparring room." An evil grin flashes across Casey's face.
Gulp – hm maybe it wasn't a smart idea to tease him and his love affair with his Vic.
"Beckman sent me the reports of your stay in Prague. You failed spy school because you couldn't get your lady feelings under control – causing your inability to flash. For the first part of spy school you apparently were still able to flash. So the question is - what happened after that?"
"I see."
"So what did you do to piss Walker off so much?"
"W-What?"
"Unlike you, I didn't stutter? What did you do to piss off Walker?"
Chuck stops before they reach the door of the Orange Orange. "….uh you are willingly bringing up my ladyfeelings? Are you getting soft Sugar Bear? Want a hug?"
"What did I tell you about calling me that last time? And didn't I already mention we are going to be sparring? AND NO HUGS. GET AWAY. Wait, nice try - stop trying to deflect. What. Did. You. Do. To. Piss. Walker. Off?"
Ok definitely not smart to tease The Casey...especially when he ignored my deflections.
"Nothing."
Grunt #5 Don't take me for a moron, moron.
Sigh "I didn't choose her." Chuck mutters too quietly for Casey to hear.
"Speak up moron."
"She wanted to run. She wanted to start a real life with me. We were going to leave on a train from Prague and never look back. No more spy life, no more lies."
Grunt #2 – Disgust.
"Well it sounded better when she first asked me, not to mention I found it hard to say no to her at the time. I was just excited thinking we'll finally be together – after 2 years of dancing around how we felt. Once I got to spy school I realized I couldn't live on the run like that. "
Casey interrupts with Grunt #4 No shit with a side of moron.
"I also for the first time in my life had the means to do something with my life. Little did that help when I returned to spy school and I couldn't control my emotions – after I told her I couldn't leave with her at the train station."
"To think I know you better than Walker, that's just sad. Even though she is CIA, I expected better insight from her."
"Huh?"
"You wouldn't leave Ellie like that, hell even the bearded buffoon and the frat boy. You are too damn loyal. That was pretty stupid on Walker's part to even put you into that kind of position. I doubt it is just as simple as that though, she must have some sort of reason to be that desperate."
"I don't know. She's still quite…mad with me. I had trouble saying exactly why I couldn't run."
"Well don't keep me waiting, chop chop."
"I didn't necessarily choose to be a spy over her. I chose to be a spy for her. Hell, she is the reason why I put my hand on the scanner. All the times she said I am that guy, the hero, they all flashed before my eyes. I knew I would have been a spy after Stanford if it wasn't for Bryce. I would have been a spy all along; this has been my destiny all along. I chose to be a spy for my family and my friends and so innocent people wouldn't be put in the crosshairs. The intersect was made because of 9/11, what if something as devastating happened to any of my family or friends, or all of them? I would never forgive myself."
"My sister practically raised me. Even though I now know my father left for a good reason – it doesn't change the fact my sister had to be both my mom and big sis. I couldn't do to her what both our parents did - I couldn't leave her like that. As much as Morgan never really grew up, he was there for me. He helped get me through my mother and father leaving us. He was there when I got expelled from Stanford and Jill. Just up and leaving and never seeing him again…that's not a way to repay him for being there for me. And Devon well… he really is my bro now. Before the wedding, I already thought of him as my big brother. Even though we don't have too much in common and we didn't know each other much back then. He welcomed me into his home with Ellie. He never judged after Stanford, just tried to help me move on."
That's the greater good Chuck. It isn't just people you don't know. I'm proud of you realizing it after all this time. You'll have to shoot off my other toe to get me to admit it though.
"You know Casey, being able to tell Morgan and Ellie about my second job would probably help out with my emotions. Lying to the two of them for the past two years has been the most difficult thing I've had to do emotionally my whole life. Even worse than my parents leaving, Ellie deserves more than just constant lies and half-truths. It could help me out with controlling my flashes."
Beckman would have a cow. Maybe it is something for us to consider later. It could always help to have another doctor that we trust available.
Casey groans out a response, "Two Bartowski – twice the ladyfeeling, twice the not staying in the car, twice the freaking out, but I can see the merit in having another doctor around that we can trust. As for Grimes…I would rather not be demoted to Major for suggesting something like that. Either way, I'll need to bring something to the General first."
"Hmm…Such as improving on my flashes?"
A little motivation couldn't hurt. "Yes. Now let's get started, I've had enough ladyfeelings for the month."
Inside Castle Dojo
August 3, 2010
8:30 PM Tuesday
Grunt.
Pained Moan.
Grunt #88 Sadistic pleasure from giving Chuck a nice bruise.
"Hey that is going to leave a bruise." Chuck whines while rubbing it.
Casey smirks. "Yeah, a real character builder. NOW FLASH."
Nothing.
"FLASH!"
Nothing.
Grunt #2 – Disgust.
"Don't you think I already tried?" Chuck quipped. "Hey Casey?"
Pause "What?"
"Can I call you Morpheus?"
Growl "Do I look like Morpheus?"
"HAH! I knew you liked that movie."
Casey lunges forward with a pretty mean right hook. Chuck manages to trip out of the way and Casey misses.
"Kind of... besides the obvious skin tone difference."
Growl "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND FLASH NUMBNUTS."
"You know, that was kind of uncalled for Casey."
Casey takes on a mocking tone. "You know Chuck, at least Neo was able to save Trinity. I doubt you could do the same for Walker. Are you just going to let her die when she needs you?"
Casey watches Chuck face pale.
"So Chuckles, you chose not to run away with her – does that mean you don't love her anymore?"
"You know it wasn't about her, I already told you why. Speaking of which, how did you know I love her?"
Moron.
Sigh. "Everyone can see how the two of you look at each other. Even though she is still pissed about Prague, she'll get over it once she thinks about it."
"It has been three months, I'm pretty sure she has thought about it."
"There is obviously something she is worried about. Maybe she is worried what this life will do to you. It changes you. However, I doubt any amount of training will get rid of your ability to be a moron, clumsy, scream like a girl in the face of danger, scream like a girl in the face of no danger, scream like a girl…hmm well pretty much all the time, and not to mention your propensity to project your ladyfeelings."
"That hurts Casey. That hurts me deep down right here." Chuck points to his heart.
OUUUUUUUUCH. "WHAT THE FUCK. THAT was uncalled for."
Casey smirks and grunts #10 – Told you so – moron. "Either way you will have to confront her – soon. You would think you could have picked up from all those stupid Kung-fu movies and unrealistic action movies to always be prepared while sparring."
Chuck lets out a snicker. "They beat watching the history channel 24/7 – the only thing more boring than listening to my surveillance I imagine."
"Hey Casey?"
"What now moron?"
"What sandwich would you bring to a deserted island?"
Growl
"Okay, that's enough of your deflecting bullshit Chuck. Answer the question – do you love Agent Walker?"
"Yes." Chuck glares at Casey. "Of course I do, I always have."
"Good now that we have that established." Grunt #3 eck ladyfeelings. "Before 2.0 you had just dumb luck and some moments of not being not as much of a moron and were able to save her life and on occasion, but less on occasion – mine. However, now you have the means to protect her more reliably…assuming we can get you flashing correctly. Don't forget about your sister and the rest of your friends and family. In this business…it is highly likely you will have to save them more as time goes on."
"Ok here's the scenario moron – some cliché baddie decides to look into why a NSA agent and a CIA agent have been in Burbank for 2 and a half years. They grab Sarah as she leaves the Orange Orange after finishing her report on a mission, which you probably screwed up somehow. Snicker You also happen to be with her, because you made some excuse and made it look like you were working while giving her some puppy eyes. smirk You are both tranq'd as you are heading to her car. Then taken to some cliché abandoned warehouse surrounded by more abandoned warehouses. I am unable to find your location as they have somehow jammed all your GPS transmitters. They are torturing you and her trying to find out what she is doing here and who you are. They don't know anything about the Intersect, but it is obvious you are just some nerd and there is no way they buy the cover boyfriend/girlfriend relationship." Another snicker.
"Thanks Casey, you missed your true calling. You should be a motivational speaker."
Grunt #1 – gunplay. "You sure about that? I seem to remember saving you and blondie today with Vera."
"Anyways – so there you two are, you somehow managed to not pass out like you did with Cole and Sarah. That was very smooth by the way. So you have two hostiles in the room, they are working on Sarah first, thinking you will break easy watching her being tortured. With her breasts exposed they start to cut on her right breast. The main baddie pauses to light a cigar, most likely a Cuban. God damn commies – anyways, he starts to press down on her chest with the cigar causing it to burn her in various places."
Chuck feels his anger building.
"So are you just going to be a pussy and sit there watching or are you going to nut up and shut up?"
"Really Casey? Quoting Zombieland, eh? Come to think of it the scene with Woody Harrelson shooting an Uzi around like an idiot reminds me of you with a new gun. Hell you'd probably name that Uzi something stupid like The Reagan. All we need is for you to make an 'Oh Face' while eating a Twinkie then you'd remind me of Woody Harrelson."
A VERY angry growl at the mention of taking Saint Reagan's name in vein - The Reagan would never be an Uzi, perhaps a mini-gun or Cruise missile, something with a little more bravado and stopping power.
Ok that was probably pushing it a tad bit too far. "Moving right along…how am I bound?"
Casey sneers. "Now that you mention it…you are pretty much exactly like the nerd in the movie. A girly man, not staying in the car/hummer, pining after some girl way out of your league, screaming like a girl, and occasional moments of bravery/stupidity."
Never one to let himself getting teased and leave it at that, Chuck responds – "I was wrong, we don't need to see you with a Twinkie for the "Oh Face." I know something even more ridiculous and along the same lines."
One set of eyes narrow dangerously.
"Hey Casey, does the NSA have a version of Q like in the Bond movies?"
Not sure where he's going with this, he decides to play along.
"Yeah somewhere deep in a bunker they have geniuses like Lazlo."
Gotcha. "1985 Crown Victoria."
Grunt #15 – The finest automobile in the world. Casey grins, but quickly narrows his eyes again.
"Now imagine it parked on a runway. You face towards the doors on the driver's side. On the ground in front of you between you are: two smaller versions of the Brimstone Anti-Tank Missiles, a Barrett M82 .50 Caliber Sniper Rifle, a XM8 Prototype, 2 Colt M119A1s with some silencers, a few MP5s and silencers, The Reagan – a few Uzis, (Casey growls at this), a few frag grenades, a few tactical knives, some computer systems, some bullet-proof car armor and glass, and more guns and ammo, and a bobble head of Reagan."
Casey's mouth starts to form the beginnings of an Oh.
"Then the NSA – Q, walks up and I tell him to put everything on the ground in there, with enough room in the trunk to have a few bodies and for no guns to be visible."
"Ohhhhhhhh"
"Hello Woody." Oh that's just wrong.
"You ruined it for me Bartowski." Casey growls.
"Feeling a little blue?"
Growl, enough of this shit. "Enough back to the scenario."
"Would you prefer I call you Morpheus, Woody, or sensei?"
Casey ignores him and goes back to the scenario.
"They didn't think much of you and didn't bother with anything more secure than handcuffs. However, Walker is bound with more aggressive measures."
"I break my thumb and try not to scream like a little girl."
Grunt #11 – doubtful about not screaming.
"Alright lets say you are able to not alert them immediately, because they are distracted by Walker. What now? Can you control your emotions and flash? Need a tissue Chuckles?"
Growl from the opposite person.
Grunt #200 surprise - Casey is never surprised.
"Just going to let them cut up and burn your girlfriend?"
Chuck's eyes roll back.
"Chuck me." This should be fun.
Chuck grins. Thanks for the idea Neo – I know Jujitsu.
"Hey Casey?"
Growl "Now that you FINALLY flashed I thought we could get past the ladyfeelings."
"I know Jujitsu."
Casey stands up straighter. Then he assumes a very Morpheus-like pose. Weight pushed back on his left leg, his right leg out on the ground in front of him. Staring straight at Chuck with a determined look, his left arm flexed out to his front, while he lifts his right hand in an over-exaggerated come hither motion.
"Show me."
End Chapter 1
So this is my first fic. I have not figured out everything as of yet but I do know: Casey will be, as seen already more of a mentor / sensei for Chuck. There will be Charah. The Captain will make more appearances than the show, felt the show could use more awesome. There will be Carina and handcuffs. There will be superman in some form. I might rewrite some episodes and how they appeared or change who says what, kind of like I did with Casey stealing some of Morgan's thunder from Chuck vs The Beard. Have no fear, Morgan will still make his appearance. Also there will be Alex and maybe Roan. There will be someone returning from the dead from the show.
I didn't really realize it until I went back edited/expanding but the whole "Hey, Casey" phrase was used in Chuck vs The Double Agent by mxpw, if you somehow haven't read it – I highly recommend it.