Disclaimer: I do not own Chuck or any of the characters, etc from that show, nor am I making any money from this. If I was, I would be able to afford everyone's Christmas presents no sweat. And if I did own Chuck, Chuck and Sarah DEFINITELY would have kissed by now.
A/n: Woo! My first Chuck fic. :D This fic is specifically based off the episode where Chuck found that file about him on a disc from his old Stanford Professor. More specifically, it's from Bryce's POV. No specific timeline.
I'm sorry, Chuck.
I'm sorry you didn't know that they wanted you for an agent. I couldn't let them have you, because it would wreck you. You trust, you have heart, you have a real good soul. The missions would wreck that. They would beat it out of you and teach you to trust no one, love no one. I couldn't let them do that to you.
I'm sorry I had to lie. Lie by omission, lie by not saying a word, lie by looking away. Lie by spouting things that were completely untrue. Lie to betray you. Lie to save you.
I'm sorry I had to steal the answer codes. I couldn't have framed you otherwise.
I'm sorry I had to frame you and shame you. Force you to get kicked out. Force you to leave forever.
I'm sorry no one believed you when you said you never cheated. Never stole the codes. Never would steal the codes.
I'm sorry you had to tell your family why you were kicked out. I'm sorry your sister cried for you. It was all my fault, to save you from the Omaha mission.
I'm sorry I said you brought it on yourself. You absolutely didn't. You never would have. You're too good of a guy to do something like cheat on a college test. Any test. Cheat at all. Not like me.
I'm sorry Jill liked me at the same time she liked you. I'm sorry I let her. I'm sorry I encouraged her advances. I'm sorry that while I betrayed you one way, I betrayed you another. It began as part of shaming you. It turned out far worse than I ever intended it to. I'm sorry for that.
I'm sorry I ever was recruited to be an agent for my country. I had to screw over so many people. I had to learn to kill, to be brutal and cold and ruthless. I had to cut off ties to everything and everyone I knew. I had to keep a mask on at all times and be ready to switch it in an instant. I had to, or I was dead and gone, murdered by some other agent or enemy who saw through the mask. Who saw a connection I still had. It was one thing to serve my country, it was another to do it the way we had been trained to do it. I never expected it would be like that. Like this. Never thought it would end like this, either.
I'm sorry I sent you that message, Chuck. It wasn't on purpose. I saved you from getting mixed up in this stupid business once. Yet it is my last act on Earth that I throw you into it unknowingly and unwillingly.
I'm sorry… for everything.
A/n: Aw. Poor Bryce. Not gonna lie: that part of Bryce talking to the Professor on the disc made me cry. Anyways, any and every review is absolutely massively appreciated. :D
