AN: I dont own chuck or anyone. No money is being made. etc. etc

Chapter 1

It has been six weeks since she left. Six long weeks since the beach where he sat with her for hours telling her their story. Where he confessed Morgan's idea of a magical kiss healing everything. She had conceded, asking him to kiss her. It was sweet and beautiful and she could feel all his emotions for her pour in though that kiss. It felt like it lasted for hours but in reality probably only a few minutes.

It was so intense that Sarah had put a stop to it. She broke the kiss, looked down at her hands feeling overwhelmed by everything. Chuck pulled back slowly, his heart feeling heavy as he watched the tears stream down her face.

"Sarah…" He said softly, not wanting to startle her, but not really sure of being able to speak in the first place. Sarah looked up suddenly at the sound of his voice as if he had yelled it. She stared at the ocean furiously wiping the tears from her face.

"I...I have to go. I'm sorry." She said quickly getting up from her spot on the sand. Chuck looked up at her and stood as well in alarm, not knowing what was happening or where she was going.

"Sarah, please…Don't leave." He pleaded after her retrieving form. She walked quickly and determinedly away from him, heading towards her car. "I LOVE YOU." She shouted, but she hadn't seemed to hear as she entered her car and drove quickly away.

His heart feeling heavy and pained Chuck collapsed onto his knees sobbing. He doubled over placing his face in his hands upon the sand. His heart felt like it was ripping apart and he couldn't breathe. Yet another person has left him. Not just any one, the love of his life, the person he loved more than anything. His wife.

The pain radiating through him was so intense, he just collapsed onto the sand, sobbing his pain out into the world. Chuck didn't know how long he had lain in the sand like that. It could have been minutes, or hours, or even days for all he knew.

He had no idea how he had gotten home after that. All Chuck remembered was waking up in his own bed sometime later. Time seemed irrelevant anymore. It didn't matter the time of day or day of the week. Yet again his life seemed to have fallen apart in ruins.

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"Guys, we really need to do something he's really falling apart." Ellie said desperately at the congregation of friends and family in the court yard. Everyone nodded in agreement, well aware of what is needed but not quite sure what to do.

"Are you sure it's wise to leave Clara with him?" Alex asked concerned. They all turned to glance in the window to see Chuck. He was in the same position they left him in 10 minutes ago, lying on the couch curled up in as tight a ball as possible staring into space. Clara, his almost year old niece was laying on top of him with his arms around his neck and her head against his napping. If the situation weren't so dyer it would have been the cutest thing ever.

"She's fine. But what are we going to do about Chuck?" Ellie said impatiently. Again nothing but silence. "Seriously, am I the only one who cares here? My brother is dying!"

"Babe, we get it, we know. You need to calm down." Devon said calmly coming up to his wife. Ellie just glared at him giving him a 'don't touch me look' as he reached out to embrace her. Mary stepped up between her daughter and her husband to quail any trouble.

"Honey, we just don't know what to do. Maybe if we get him active again. I'll call General Beckman and see if there's"

"What? NO! That's not what I meant. Going on a mission is not an option." Ellie shouted.

"And why not Eleanor? It's what he does, it's who he is." Mary argued back. Ellie took a deep breath and let it out slowly counting to ten, thinking that perhaps getting everyone involved in helping Chuck was a bad idea.

"Sending him out there to do whatever it is spies do in his current frame of mind would probably just get him killed. Is that what you want mother?"

"Of course not. But this attitude is exactly evidence that you have no idea how spies operate." Mary countered.

"I don't care how spies operate, I care about Chuck and how he operates. Sending him out there will just get him hurt, or worst, killed. And I will not let that happen."

"ENOUGH!" Everyone jumped slightly at the shout coming from the smallest of the group, one Morgan Grimes. They all stared at him wide eyed. Morgan may be semi obnoxious, chaotic, and loud at times, but he never shouts. Morgan just shook his head in disgust standing on the edge of the fountain.

"That is my best friend in there, and he is hurting and this arguing on how to help him isn't actually helping him!" He looked at each of them as his words sunk in. "Mrs. B. I know you mean well but I agree with Ellie. Chuck is in no condition to go on any mission. Especially since the intersect is probably not working." Mary just huffed and turned away from him to look at Ellie again.

"I know you mean well Morgan dear but you siding with Ellie is not exactly a surprise with your little crush." She said.

"Now wait a minute." Alex started to cut in only to be stopped by Morgan putting his hand on her shoulder.

"That was uncalled for mother. Just, forget it. I'll help him myself." Ellie huffed out and turned to go enter Chuck's, now her and Devon's as well apartment. She was tempted to slam the door to emphasize how angry she was but decided it wouldn't be best to startle Chuck and Clara.

She plopped down into the big comfy chair next to the couch and stared at her brother and daughter. Clara was fast asleep still atop her Uncle while Chuck just laid there staring straight, not seeing anything. Ellie was tempted to turn off the TV to get some silence but decided against it, actually hoping that while he wasn't watching the screen her brother was at least listening to it. It was The Mermaid, Clara's current favorite Disney movie.

She rested her head back against the back of the chair and curled up staring at the ceiling. For the millionth time in the past few months she thought about how everything had gone so wrong for Chuck. Their lives together has always been trouble and marked with horrible experiences, stemmed mostly from their parents abandoning them. She had had to raise chuck since her mother walked out, even before their father left them.

She had had to grow up fast with a little brother to care for. College was hard for her, harder than it should have been. She was smart and she knew it, getting full rides to both college and medical school. But she had still had Chuck in high school to deal with. Luckily Mrs. Grimes, Morgan's mother adored Chuck, like every other adult in the world aside from their own parents apparently and had allowed him to practically live with them the last couple years of high school.

She couldn't be more proud of him then when he told her over one of their Saturday gouge fests they did that he had gotten a full ride scholarship to Stanford. She had burst into tears when he told her and they had spent all night planning the future and what they want and dreamed of. It was one of her favorite memories.

With Chuck off to Stanford she was finally able to feel free enough to focus on her own life, her main focus being on her schooling and raising Chuck. She had then met Devon on the first day of Medical school. What was supposed to be a fling or two in a supply closet turned out to become her first real relationship. Everything was going so well for her, and for Chuck.

That was until a phone call one afternoon a few years later. Chuck had gotten kicked out of school. She was horrified. She couldn't believe it. They had accused him of stealing tests and expelled him. She didn't even have to ask if it was true, knowing it wasn't. A week later after moving home she had come home from work, doing her first year of residency, to find chuck laying on the couch, much like he was now. He had gone up to Stanford to talk to Jill, his girlfriend of 3 years, to find out she was sleeping with Bryce Larkin, his best friend, who had got him kicked out of school.

The time after that was some of the most difficult and painful times. Watching her brother fall apart wasn't easy. She tried to be the supportive sister but she was worried about him and always tried to get him out of his depression, going so far as to even suggest, frequently, that he seek some medical help for it. Luckily Morgan was there for him, like always. She never really liked Morgan, and found him creepy and disgusting most times, but she tolerated him, a lot, because of his loyalty to Chuck.

After that time it just was up and down with Chuck. He took everything after that so hard, accepted failures and let them build, never accepting success. His promotion to Nerd Herd supervisor, while she wanted him to live up to his potential and get a better job, she was proud of him, while he just saw it as another chain added that will keep him there forever.

Eventually he met Sarah Walker, and though she came with all sorts of ups and downs and drama and depressions and pains for her brother, ultimately they got it together and her brother was happy. Truly happy. He had a job he loved, he had his soul mate, he wasn't lying anymore to everyone, since they all knew his secret now, and he had gotten their mother back. Even with things like Sarah being poisoned and them getting kicked out of the CIA, they were on top of the world. But now Ellie was worried that this could be the blow that finally takes her brother away.

Three weeks ago, she and Devon had decided to not go to Chicago. After Sarah had left, and Casey, Ellie couldn't leave him. Not in the state he was in. So after talking to Devon, who was well aware since the beginning of their relationship all those years ago knew that Chuck was one of under Clara now the most important people in her life, they decided to stay. They had already given their notice so they lost their apartment, but that was fine. They just moved back in with Chuck. She didn't even think he noticed, but she was glad they did. He was bad now, she was too afraid to imagine how he would end up if they hadn't. So here they were.

"Babe." Devon said in a whisper, putting his hands on her shoulders and gently massaging them. She had jumped slightly, so lost in her own thoughts she didn't hear him enter the house again. She tipped her chin up to give him a kiss in which he reciprocated.

"Don't worry El, we'll figure it out. We won't let him fade." He said encouragingly, kissing her again. She just looked back at Chuck for a moment taking a deep breath.

"I hope so. I really really hope so."

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General Diane Beckman stared at the report on her desk. It was from the highest government official possible, the President himself. With domestic terrorism on the highest level happening he wanted the Intersect up and running. The report that Chuck Bartowski had once again uploaded the Intersect had been tremendous news for all agencies, and they were all eager to put them into action.

However what none of the other agencies knew, or even cared about if Beckman was honest, was how glitch it could be when the host was in an emotional state, and that right now, it probably was not working at all. While she tried to keep everything professional and unattached even she, a hardened 25 year veteran of the US military, General and head of the NSA, couldn't help but be affected by Chuck Bartowski's kind nature.

The news of Sarah's departure of the damaged Intersect had erased her memories and split even her harden heart and feel for Chuck. She knew without a doubt, with Sarah gone and back at the farm at Langley getting recertified, that the intersect in Chuck Bartowski was out of commission, and would be for a long time.

Beckman took a deep breath considering her options. Before reporting to the Chief she would need more information on what the situation at hand was. She debated on who would be the best source, grimacing severely as she thought of Morgan Grimes. While she appreciated his enthusiasm she found him to be a general pain in the ass. His sister, Ellie Woodcomb was also out of the question, knowing how protective she was of her brother, which while obnoxious the General could understand and appreciate, would not give any information if it would lead to Chuck being put back in the field.

Her last option was Col. John Casey. She knew he was currently out of the country with Gertrude Verbanski, a private security specialist, and that he was no longer a member of the NSA, hence why he was last but she needed the report and she needed it soon and without as much civilian drama as possible. She took a deep breath before picking the phone and calling Casey's secure private phone number. It rang several times before he picked up.

"John Casey, how may I help you General" John Casey's gruff voice came over the phone.

"Colonel, I need a report on Chuck Bartowski's current state." She stated briefly, conveying authority in her voice. She heard Casey pause for a moment, probably to try on what angle she was pulling. She tried to hide the small smile that crept upon her stern face. Chuck Bartowski was certainly a special man if he could instill such loyalty in someone such as John Casey and make him hesitate to report what he knows to a General.

"As far as I know Bartowski is still in Burbank. Aside from that I have no knowledge of his current actives." He said briskly. Beckman could tell he was holding something back.

"You have no knowledge of anything involving Bartowski?" She pushed. Again silence for a moment on the other side.

"No Ma'am. I have not been in contact much with anyone there except to check on my daughter." He stated. Beckman nodded, not that he could see that. "If I may inquire General, why are you seeking information on Bartowski?" He inquired. Beckman paused for a moment herself, thinking if it would be beneficial to inform him of the situation or to give him minimal as needed information.

"The Joint Chiefs want to put the Intersect back out in the field as soon as possible."

"That is not a good idea General." Casey burst out. Beckman raised her eyebrow knowingly. Yes, she knew he was hiding something.

"And why is that Col." She heard him on the other line take a few deep breaths. She almost felt bad about pushing him for information but orders were orders.

"General," He started and paused again. It was silent a few moments with Casey gathering his thoughts and Beckman waiting for what she knew would be coming.

"General, Bartowski is in no condition to go out in the field. From my intel he's practically catatonic." He paused again, taking a deep breath. "Last I heard from Alex Ellie was looking into putting him away." He stated. That surprised her a little.

"What do you mean by 'put him away?'" She inquired, knowing exactly what he meant but needing him to spell it out for her. The more solid information she had the better she'll have to attempt to shut this down.

"They're looking for a hospital to put him in." He said grudgingly, hating the feeling of betraying his friend. That surprised her a bit. She didn't think the situation could have been that bad off.

"I see. " She said simply not exactly knowing what to say to that. The silence stretched out to an almost uncomfortable time.

"Thank you Col. for informing me of the situation." She stated briskly before terminating the call in her normal abrupt manner.

She looked down at the orders in front of her again, ordering her to assess the situation on the Intersect. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, sitting back in her big chair, considering the best course of action to take.

AN: as you can tell i love Angsty stories. I would LOVE if you could recemend some to me.

Next chapter in a few days.