A/N: This was too fun a fic to write and I just HAD to continue it. I'm going to probably give it ONE more chapter, if there are sufficient requests. Probably Chuck's intervention! Haha, this was incredibly fun. And I really hope you guys enjoy it, as much as I enjoyed writing this. Reviews are amazing, and so are you if you review!
Just to let you know, I was thinking of doing a continuation of my first fic, "When It Rains", and I'm still working on chapter 9 of "Chuck Vs The Torture". You can expect the latest chapter to be out sometime next week or so, cause I could only start writing yesterday, and yeah, I write slow.
Disclaimer - I do not own Chuck, or any materials related to Chuck. I do not own WoW either.
theprincess1511 was loads of help in this chapter! Thank you!
Chuck Bartowski was lonely.
He was so lonely, that he had no where to go during his lunch break, because Sarah had called in "sick" again, for at least the fifth time in the past two weeks. Considering that he normally spent his lunch breaks at the Orange Orange, he was indeed, a very bored and very lonely man. He had already gone to Lou's Deli and was back, with the amazing sandwich, his namesake, the "Chuck".
Whipping out his iPhone, he decided to give her a call, just to see how she was doing.
"Hello?" Came an urgent and very annoyed voice from his phone speaker.
"Hey Sarah, it's Chuck. You alright? I heard you called in sick again." He spoke, smiling slightly at the mere sound of her voice.
"I'm fine, Chuck. I – GAHHH! DIE, YOU STUPID ORC!" she screamed, causing Chuck to swiftly pull his phone away from his ear, to avoid the deafening scream. He frowned slightly, and replaced his phone back to the other ear – the one that wasn't partially deaf. The faint, almost unrecognizable, clicking of a keyboard could be heard, and it was followed by a slamming of an object – most likely a computer mouse, or something – and another string of curses streaming from Sarah's lips.
"Sarah Walker, did you call in sick to play World of Warcraft… Again?!" He enquired with a stern tone, almost as if he were a father scolding his daughter.
A rustling sound was heard followed by a loud bang, as Sarah placed her phone to her other ear, before whispering an unconvincing, "No, I didn't…"
Chuck groaned in frustration, before he hung up on her. He left the employee break room, and made his way back to the Nerd Herd station, where Jeff and Lester were chatting with each other. He sat down in the chair that faced the entrance to the electronics store, and buried his face into the smooth tabletop of the Nerd Herd desk.
"What's the matter, Chuck? Sarah blow you off again?" asked Morgan, who immediately bounded toward Chuck's form, just as he had spotted the mop of moving curly brown hair. Chuck merely grunted in response – he had to stop hanging around Casey so much.
It was bound to happen, he told himself. He had gone through that very phase before, so had every other World of Warcraft player, in fact. It was hell to finally get over it, but he managed it fine with help from Ellie, and a whole load of government secrets in his head. The feeling was amazing; it was ecstasy, it was adrenaline. It was cold, shiny, addiction.
Sarah Walker, CIA super agent extraordinaire, was addicted to World of Warcraft.
It was the same routine for her every other day.
She would wake up about an hour before her normal timing, play the game for a while, leave the apartment just in the nick of time to beat traffic, pine for the computer all day long, drill Chuck with questions about the game when he came over for lunch, rush home after work, and play till the next morning. On occasions where a mission was involved, she never let it get into her way. But as soon as it was over, she'd be rushing home to play.
It bugged Chuck to no end. He had overcome his addiction as soon as the Intersect was in his head because he simply didn't have time to play the game anymore, and he was genuinely puzzled at how much time Sarah could find to sit in front of the screen for even an hour or so, what with all her CIA-related work.
"There, there, man." Morgan whispered sympathetically, while patting Chuck on the head. Morgan sighed and shook his head dramatically, "dumped for a computer game."
"Thanks, Morgan. Really, that's just what I needed," Chuck glared at him, sarcasm obvious in his voice.
"I remember when I was addicted to WoW. My record was three days straight with twenty cups of coffee, and two adult diapers. I only stopped cause Bennigan's called me to make sure I was still alive. They were worried cause they hadn't seen me in a while," Jeff spoke up from where he rested on the chair. Formally facing Lester, who was perched on the Nerd Herd desk, he turned towards Chuck with his normal blurry, lost expression.
Chuck, with a slightly disturbed and bewildered expression, decided that the best way to reply Jeff was to nod with a smile.
"That's, uh, super, Jeff!" Chuck smiled hesitantly, with a shaky thumb up at Jeff.
"Oh, man, I remember the first time I played WoW… I met this amazing Night Elf, and we were together for a while. Turned out it was a guy though. His name was Michael, and he was from Chicago. Man, it was awkward." Lester shared his informative input as he dug a finger into his nostril, and flicked the nose dirt onto an innocent, poor passer-by.
Already moving to tear a piece of Chuck's "Chuck" sandwich off, Lester asked, "Hey, can I have some?"
"Dear God, please, take it all, Lester."
"Don't mind if I do!" Lester scrambled forward to retrieve the succulent sandwich from his hands, as Chuck stared at him in distaste.
"Oookay, well, this has been a fun, sharing session, gentlemen, but I've got an install to get to!" Chuck bounded out of the Buy More, and into his faithful Nerd Herder, where he checked the address of the offsite repair that he had to attend to.
Why does this address look so familiar? He thought as he re-examined the little sheet of paper in his hand. He started up his trusty Herder and left the Burbank parking lot, briefcase in the passenger seat, and a smile on his face, as he realized that he was headed to one Sarah Walker's apartment.
The white mahogany door stood menacingly in front of him, as he poised his hand in front of it, ready to knock. Just as he brought his hand down, the door was pulled swiftly open, and he was grabbed violently by the shirt collars into the room. Sarah, with flames in her turquoise eyes, held him against the wall with a snarl that was almost primitive.
"Chuck Bartowski, my computer crashed, and I can't get it started, and I need to get back to my game. I was THIS close to level 60!" She screeched into his face, as she held up two slender fingers that might have very well been touching, below his nose.
"Well, um, you see – I, uh, can't exactly, uhm, fix your computer if I'm, uh, suspended like that," he stuttered nervously. Primitive, computer-game-addicted Sarah was not fun. Not fun at all.
Sarah growled as she loosened her grips on his shirt, backing away slightly and began to smoothen out the wrinkled parts of his shirt with her hands. A red tinge flooded his cheeks as he turned away to begin work on her busted laptop. Sarah collapsed onto her bed, eyes shut tightly as her head throbbed from the long hours of staring at the screen, while she waited for Chuck to finish up.
About an hour later, Chuck set her repaired laptop back down onto her dressing table, which was where she had apparently been using her computer.
"Sarah? Sarah, hey, your laptop's all fine now, you can go back to your game." He called out to her still form on the queen sized bed. Moving toward the bed when he received no response, he smiled tenderly as he heard her deep and long breaths, and noted the content little smile on her face – the one that she got when she slept, as if her worries disappeared in her dreamland.
Lifting her body bridal style, he set her down in a more comfortable position, where her head actually rested on a pillow, and a blanket covered her. He smiled down at her, as he gingerly brushed a few strands of golden hair away from her radiant face. Placing a gentle kiss against her forehead, he left her side and began to pack up his tools.
"Sprint… YES!" Sarah shouted in her sleep, rolling over so that her back faced Chuck.
Chuck shook his head slightly. He really needed to stop her addiction.
