Chuck vs the Amnesiac Chapter 1, a chuck fanfic

Hey everyone , this is my first fanfic ever, so i'm kinda excited , hopefully you will find this story nice, fun and full of octane! This story happens a bit later after the facts seen in The Suburbs episode.

I don't own Chuck btw :P

CHUCK vs THE AMNESIAC

Chapter 1

Another day starts with the sun shining high and glorious in the blue skies of southern California, more precisely in quiet Burbank , where one good-hearted nerd turned most valuable piece of intelligence on earth Charles Irving Bartowsky, for everyone Chuck, wakes up at the sound of a loud and noisy alarm clock, 7:00 am , blasting out at ridiculous volume Huey Lewis and The News "Couple Days Off".

"Man, what's up with this guy?? Can't they put someone else to wake me up??" Chuck muttered as he slowly moved from his favourite position, leaning over the alarm clock and turning it off. He sits up on the bed, sighing and getting mentally prepared for another boring, hopefully not too crazy day at the BuyMore. Every day that passed was getting more difficult for Chuck to drag his sorry self to that outlet for losers and slackers that was the BuyMore. Of course not that he will see himself leaving the Buymore anytime soon, compliments of the nice fellows in the government, not to consider that the time he will leave that place would be either cause of his extraction to a nice padded bunker in the middle of nowhere and stay there for the rest of his life, or him leaving in a basket case, if he would be that lucky to have a corpse to show of course.

But the worst for him was not the whole Buymore or Governments files in his head (oh yes and Fulcrum files too now , heh, my luck he thought) , but the fact that since the mission in the suburbs, he and Sarah were back to square one, and this time for good. She retreated back to her Agent side, cold eyed ice queen with no expression, the look of professionalism never leaving her , even when they were together for cover. Not that happens that much anymore, since then, Sarah's visits at Casa Bartowsky decreased dramatically. If she showed up twice a week, it would be considered a lot. And the fact that he coudn't say anything to his sister Ellie made it more painful. Ellie kept strangely quiet , she never questioned him why Sarah wasn't coming by not so much , or if there were problems between them. That definetaly disturbed him quiet a bit.

After a quick shower, dressed up with his work clothes, walked in the kitchen, pour some of his favourite cereals in a bowl , get some milk ,started to eat thinking with not too much enthusiasm at another day to share with Robocop Casey and his fellow herders, hopefully Morgan will give him some relief in another day in his depressing life.

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The alarm came off, with its annoying beeping, her hand goes for her knife, was almost on its target , but it never departed from her hand. Moaning her annoyance and giving a loud sigh, Sarah Walker stands up from her bed, walks a bit unsteady to the alarm clock and shuts it off. If it wasn't a gift from her asset, she probably would have to replace it hundreds of times by now.

Her asset, one Chuck Bartowsky that has totally screwed her up. A guy that with all his faults and unsecurities, had defeated her once unespugnable walls against emotions and feelings, those walls steadily and slowly started to crumble since the beginning of this assignment, a job that should have lasted no more that 2 days, now it turned into a long undercover craziness that lasted 18 months and ongoing, no certainty of when it will finish, but she really doesn't want to even think about that, cause the only options were either in Chuck's getting extracted and shoved in some bunker away from civilization and family and friends, or his death. That was hurtful. "Don't say that. If you do your job as you should, he will be ok. I need to be focused, no more distractions, no more frivolities. " But the woman in her just couldn't fathom the look in his face every time she replays in her mind their conversation at the end of the suburbs mission. The hurt she saw AGAIN, cause of her, the hope leaving his eyes being replaced by the realization that it was over for good, the he had finally given up on them, the government won. That hurt her so much that the next days were pretty miserable for her, sleepless nighs, thinking about that house, thinking about that glorious morning where she prepared breakfast for him, he seemed so surprised and happy, she felt happiness, she felt that she can do this every day with him at ther side. But everything changed again, Fulcrum now more dangerous then ever, his figure strapped to that torture-type chair, she felt all her hopes and her fears come all over when they showed him their Intersect. And what happened after that. He AGAIN saved her from a certain death, she kept seeing him telling her those 3 words."Close your eyes". She grabbed at him like he was her last anchor, squeezing his sturdy and firm hand, her clinging at him, her being so afraid that she didn't care if Casey saw her so vulnerable and the total opposite of Agent Walker the cold blooded CIA officer. And damn him to ruin everything , she was so ready to give Chuck all the love he wanted from her, and she wanted to show him that she was ready for it. But again , who was she kidding? Love was not for her, she left that behind when she signed up with the CIA. Love unfortunately was the things that was slowly killing her.

She got ready to open shop at OO, another day of bore, especially since Chuck stopped showing for his lunch break, other then for briefings with missed those times, she missed Chuck terribly, even though he wasn't far physically, he was light years from her emotionally, not to add that she had to show up at his place, at least to mantain their cover relationship and making sure it is still intact, even though she noticed Ellie looking at her more and more sad and concerned, reminding herself to talk to Chuck about it.

"Soooo Chuck, my man, my captain, my favourite super-hero, what are you doing tonite pal?" asks Morgan, his frame slumped on the right side of the Nerd Herd desk.

" Well nothing interesting so far Morgan, not that i have any hopes either.....why Morgan? " answers Chuck with a sas smile on his face.

"Whoa , what do you mean ? talk to Dr. Morgan here? Problems with ur lady friend? Cause if that's the case i have the perfect solution for you, my dear! You need to let her blow her steam, give her some time to reflect and she will understand what a fool she has been and she will run back to you in no-time!"

"Well , buddy, in that case i'll probably wait until the end of the world....but you know what Morgan? You are right, i'll ignore her, maybe that's the right tactic, and tonite buddy, it's me and you against the world, what say you??"

"Really? Man we are gonna totally whip everyone's ass tonite, we are gonna be so badass that they are gonna re-name the game Call of Duty : The Nerds's Killing Spree!!!!" Morgan started yelling , freaking out quite a few customers and getting annoyed looks from Casey, which prompted him to manhandle the moron and shove him in the theathre room, snarling like a wolf at him. "Grimes!!!! shut the hell up or i'm gonna shove my foot up your ass until it gets out from your bearded mouth, do i made myself clear???" Morgan just shut off, gaping like a fish , and running away from the hulking man even before his feet touched ground.

" Casey, what the hell is wrong with you?? Could you just leave him alone for once? "

" Hrmpph! Do i look like i care Bartowski? Maybe he will shut it enough for the rest of the day, and grace us from his idiotic anthems! And if i were you, i'd stop revealing stuff shouldn't be known, like you and your lady-friend having problems, you got it?? Keep reminding them that they are losers and you are the lucky bastard who gets to dip his chocolate in blondie's peanut butter, ok chump? " He then spots a gorgeous lady looking at the grills "Uhrph, time to sell another Beastmaster" and walks away with a smirk on his face.

"Excuse me?"An average looking guy asks him

"Yes sir, how may i help you today?"

"I'm looking for prepaid cellphones. "

"Of course sir, the second aisle on your right, in the middle area, you will find all the different brands for prepaid services, if you have any problems or need any help, please let me know, i'll be glad to help you out."

"Thanks, but that won't be necessary." He turns towards the area where Chuck showed him

"Have a good day....." Chuck noticed a scar in the back of his head, and the Intersect suddenly comes to life, almost knockin him back, if he hadn't grabbed the desk.

Flashes show him quite a lot of CIA files, the subject is shown in most of those files, Swiss bank deposit number, several different places in Europe, in particular Paris, Berlin, Moscow, Naples, several different aliases showed with different passports, CIA Black Ops Assassin, Threadstone files pop up,spotless record, one failed mission (african dictator Wombosi), considered extremely dangerous, presumed amnesiac. Expert in hand to hand combat, superior efficiency in handling a wide array of vehicles, speaks fluently 8 different languages, expert in firearms, explosives, electronics and evasive protocols. Born september 13, 1970 as David Webb, but most known to the Intelligence Community as Jason Bourne.

".....sir" Chuck gulps with fear, he starts to get Casey attention, but he's all over this lovely lady trying to add another Beastmaster to his sales.

"Casey, Casey, Casey!!!!! I need to talk to you , it's an emergency!!"

"Bartowsky, beat it, don't you see i'm with a customer?"

"Casey, this can't wait!" Chuck stressing out the words, and widing his eyes, hoping Casey will get the meaning of his words.

"This better be good, Bartowski! I had almost got the deal there!"

"You see that guy over there, browsing the cellphones??? Well i just flashed on him, his name is Jason Bourne and he is a badass CIA assassin presumed MIA. Casey, that guy is a freaking death machine!! his file is scary!!! We need to contact the boss!"

"Ok. i'll keep an eye on him, you go to OO and get in contact with the brass, i'll be there asap"

"Casey, this guy can manhandle you in the same way you can with me....He's like James Bond on crack, and more screwed up too!!"

"Move it Chuck, before he notices us! Do as i say! And be cool when you get outta here, so smile ok?"

Chuck walks towards the exit of the store, trying very hard not to run for his life, but as soon he's out, he runs dead on to OO. He gets in, winded from the run, Sarah is finishing a sale for a couple of customers, but she has already noticed that something's wrong.

"Here you go, have a nice day!" Looks at Chuck"What is it Chuck? where's Casey?"

"He'll be joining us soon, we need to contact Beckman asap!"

Both of then rush downstairs, awaiting Beckman to show up, both of them trying to playing it cool, despite the chill that descended on their relationship. Awkward moments pass before General Beckman pops up on the screen.

"Agent Walker, Mr. Bartowski, what's the reason of this unscheduled call? And where is Major Casey?" And at that same moment Casey enters Castle running down the stairs , a bit tired from the run.

"Sorry General, i asked Chuck to initiate a contact with you. We have a situation."