My first Chuck fic! As I said in the description, I came up with the idea for this after watching "Chuck Versus Phase Three." I know this is probably a generic idea, but oh well! What if the team had been too late to save Chuck? Would he still be the same person that they set out to find? This is based on the order to "erase everything from his mind but the Intersect."

I do NOT own Chuck in any way, shape, or form! If I did...*snickers*

Prologue

Everything seemed to be in slow motion. He was in a room, filled with furniture that seemed to fit together picture perfectly, but he didn't pay attention. His attention focused solely on the window in front of him. Almost as instantaneous as his appearance in said room, the window shattered in front of him, but they didn't fall to the floor.

Slowly, they glittered past him, each reflecting a different person, a different moment in time. They all seemed familiar, yet he didn't know why, and he didn't care. His only concern was the window, and the unknown world outside of it. He took long, drawn out steps as he walked towards the opening, the glittering shards seeming to pass through him as though he were a ghost, intangible and unseen.

Suddenly a voice, soft and alluring, sliced through the air. The shards fell to the ground, each one chiming like a note in a music box, playing the sweet melody of his memories.

"Chuck..."

The voice was a woman's voice. He wanted to answer it, wanted to remember whom it belonged to, needed to remember whom it belonged to, but he just couldn't.

"Chuck, I'm here!"

It was coming from his bedroom.

"This is just another dream," he said, his voice sounding strange, almost alien, to him. It was as though he was hearing it for the first time.

He shook his head and continued walking towards the window, but for some reason, it pained him to ignore the voice. But he had to keep going. He needed to see what was beyond that window. But why was it so imperative that he should?

Unconsciously, his hand moved tediously toward the window pain. The minute his hand touched the wood frame, he felt a jolt of pain and his surroundings disappeared. All that remained was a white room. In the center of the floor was a small white stand, so white that it almost blended with the scenery.

He could hear the whirring of a machine, and he could see the small cube slowly rise from the desk, encased in a cylindrical glass tube.

The Intersect.

Suddenly, it was as if he had no control over his actions. His hand thrust forward. He heard the sound of glass shattering, and soon his vision filled with frozen images, flashing by faster than the speed of sound. Blue bolts of electricity flowed like the waves of the ocean across the pictures, lapping hungrily at them and embedding them into the sands of his mind.

Then, the images stopped. As he glanced around the white room, dazed, the lightning-like currents seemed to engulf his body. He turned his head to look at his hand. It was stuck about an inch in the Intersect cube.

He could hear the voice penetrate the barriers of his mind once more. For the first time, he could hear the desperation and sorrow that coated it.

"Chuck, please come back! I lo—"

A single tear slid down his cheek as a new voice took over: his voice.

"Reactivation complete. Intersect control back online in five, four, three, two—"

Then, there was nothing.

Yay for short openings! The next chapters will probably be late coming, due to schoolwork and clarinet recitals and all that. But I will continue this story!

Anyways, please read and review!

Rachel