A/N: Wow thanks for the great response! I was a little unsure how people would like the AU or if I really enjoy writing it. And let's just say writing this is Awesome! I absolutely love Fantasy and I have a LOT of ideas brewing for this fic. So thank you for starting this journey of mine hope you enjoy it!
I do not own Chuck…sadly…
Chapter 2: Chuck vs. Jeffster
"Come on Chuck, let's go."
Chuck hesitated as they rounded the corner nearing the tavern. "I don't know about this man…" There were several very good reasons why it was just an overall bad idea to go there all of them screaming at him to just turn around and go home.
Morgan shook his head, "buddy you need this! Drinks, women, music." He smirked brightly.
"Ya… all of them I really don't need." Chuck muttered at him.
They neared the tavern the music was getting louder along with the shouting and awful singing. "You will be changing that tune after a few spiced ales my friend."
Chuck rolled his eyes, "two drinks then we're leaving." He really disliked going to the tavern, something always bad happened.
"Sure fine, two drinks." Morgan's lips curled into a huge grin as they approached the door. The door suddenly burst open and a man stumbled into the street throwing up right in front of them.
Chuck paused and looked at Morgan with a skeptical frown. "Ya…maybe just one drink…"
"This is going to be great come on," Morgan slapped his friend on the back before walking into the loud tavern.
Following right behind his friend Chuck glanced around the large room of the tavern. Chuck sidestepped a few rowdy men who were obviously way past drunk as he and Morgan made their way to the bar. "Two spiced ales." Morgan ordered. Two large mugs of alcohol quickly showed up and Morgan grabbed both. "You got this buddy?"
Chuck just smirked and pulled a few coins from his pocket and paid for the drinks before following Morgan to an empty table. He picked up his drink and took a long needed sip. Chuck watched Morgan just about down half of his drink in one gulp. "Slow down there buddy… We have all night." Chuck smirked at his friend.
Morgan nodded. "I'm going to talk to her." He blurted out quickly.
"Who?" Chuck questioned looked around, there were a lot of women that worked at Jeffster and it seemed every other week Morgan had a new lady crush.
Finishing his ale Morgan nodded to his left. Chuck's eyes slowly scanned the area to which Morgan referred to. He finally spotted the young thin red-head in which Morgan openly stared at. "Bree? Buddy… you try talking to her every time we come here."
"I know but this time I'm actually going to do it." Morgan took a deep breath, still watching her. The young woman turned and headed over to their table. "She's coming…" His voice hissed and tried to look casual.
"Hey Morgan." Bree smiled brightly at him. "Chuck." She glanced between the two men. "Can I get you guys something else? A refill? Some food?"
Morgan opened his mouth, trying to force his eyes from scanning her tight corset and skirt. Nothing came out. Chuck finally spoke up to save his friend from the awkward silence, "a refill would be great and maybe some beef strips."
Bree smiled at him before looking back at Morgan who quickly averted his eyes away from her. "Sure thing, be right back."
Chuck waited for her to walk away before smirking at his best friend, "real smooth buddy." He couldn't help but chuckle slightly.
"What? She caught me off guard." Morgan defended him self quickly.
"Right," Chuck smirked and continued to sip his drink.
"Morgan! Chuck!" Chuck's eyes widened hearing the man's sudden voice. Lester and Jeff quickly slid into the chairs next to them.
"Lester. Jeff." Chuck nodded to both taking another drink.
"You got quite the crowd tonight?" Morgan tried to make small talk.
"It's not bad."
"Not bad at all." Jeff agreed.
"So what are you guys doing over here?" Chuck glanced between the two men. "Shouldn't you be I don't know doing something else?" He hated to sound rude but the two men rubbed him the wrong way.
Lester rocked back in his chair more, "we brought you a new little concoction we've been experimenting with. Jeffery." Jeff handed the two men each a little glass of yellow liquid that he had brought over with them.
Chuck stared at the small glass in front of him. It didn't look all the appetizing. "It'll blow your mind." Jeff stated in a hushed tone a sly smirk spread across his lips.
Morgan stared at Chuck before picking his glass up. "Bottom's up." He smirked as Chuck slowly picked his own glass up.
Taking a deep breath Chuck downed the drink. It burned the whole way down and he couldn't help but start coughing at the sudden bad taste and burning sensation that the drink caused. Morgan quickly joined in coughing slightly.
"Good right?" Lester smiled proudly.
"What the hell is that stuff?" Chuck slowly stopped coughing and started at the glass.
Jeff leaned in closer to the group. "Our little secret…"
Chuck took a sip of his ale trying to get rid of the horrible aftertaste of Jeff and Lester's new drink. Morgan kept smacking his lips with a sour look on his face. "How about another?" Lester offered.
"No." Morgan and Chuck answered in unison. "I think we're good." Chuck added which got a quick nod from Morgan. "But thanks."
"Fine your losses." Lester got to his feet.
"Ya. Your losses." Jeff repeated before getting up and walking away.
After watching the two walk off Chuck returned his attention to his best friend with both his eyebrows raised. "What the hell was that stuff made of?"
"I don't know…But it tasted like feet." Morgan smacked his lips again, shivering slightly from the lingering bad aftertaste.
"Feet? How do you know what feet taste like?"
Morgan shrugged, "I don't know, but if I did ever taste feet it would be like that drink right there." He pointed at his empty glass.
Chuck smirked slightly shaking his head; he finished his drink just in time for Bree to return with refills of their spiced ale and a plate of beef. "There you go boys. Enjoy."
Morgan looked up at the young woman and opened his mouth, nothing came out once again. "Thanks Bree." Chuck thanked her for Morgan.
She stared at Morgan for a brief second before smiling at Chuck. "Welcome. Just let me know if you guys need anything else."
"She so wants me."
"Yup you keep thinking that buddy." Chuck smirked and grabbed a piece of beef with his fingers.
The two sat at the table making small talk as they finished their ale and ate their meal. "Ok two ales, let's go." Chuck finished off the last of his drink.
"But..."
"No buts you agreed to two drinks." He was already starting to feel the effects of the alcohol and the odd drink Lester and Jeff gave them. Chuck slowly got to his feet. "I gotta get some sleep…"
"Fine…" Morgan got up from his chair and paused for a second his head spinning slightly.
"You good?"
"Good."
The two started weaving their way around the tables heading for the door. "I said no. Let me go!" They stopped hearing Bree's voice over the music. "No. Leave me alone!" Bree was trying to push herself away from the four touchy feely large men.
"Hey let her go!" Morgan quickly spoke up and turned towards the men. Chuck was right on Morgan's heels, this was not going to end well.
The four men stopped what they were doing letting Bree go and glared at Morgan. "What did you say little man?" One growled slowly getting up from his chair.
Morgan's eyes slowly widened sizing the man up. "Wow… you're one large burly guy…" He muttered softly.
"Umm…" Chuck quickly slipped in front of Morgan holding his hands ups in a non-threatening way. "What my friend here means to say. Is that they young lady wishes to be left alone. I'm sure there are plenty of other women in here that would ummm like the whole man handling thing. Am I right?" Morgan nodded.
The three other men slowly got to their feet and Chuck's eyes widened slightly. They were massive… their arm muscles were just about the size of his head. "Umm we're not looking for any fight. Right Morgan?"
"Right."
"Ya there is no need for any violence. We can just go on our way and you scary gentlemen can go back to drinking and eating." Chuck stammered quickly taking a step back bumping into Morgan. The men obviously did not like getting told what to do.
"Use your fighting skills dude." Morgan hissed at his friend.
"I'd rather not…" Chuck replied through his teeth watching some of the men crack their knuckles. He gulped slightly sizing the four men up. They were quite large.
"You should mind your own business boy." One of the men growled under his breath as he rounded the table.
"Right, brilliant idea and why don't just run along then." Chuck slowly started pushing Morgan back towards the front door.
Chuck turned to walk away pushing Morgan ahead of him. A hand clasped his shoulder tightly. The minute he felt the man's hand on his shoulder he went into action. His eyes fluttered slightly as the information started flowing into his head; a series of kicks, punches, and blocks quickly flashed into his head. Chuck reached around gripping the man's wrist and used the sudden force to knock the man back into the others with a hard elbow in the chest.
Within seconds there was a full on brawl in the tavern. Chuck's instincts quickly took over dodging punches and punching random men who jumped at him. It was just one large sea of angry drunk men, Chuck lost track of who was who. The four men who he had originally started fighting somehow got sucked into the crowd. Chuck staggered back when someone's random punch connected to his jaw. Chairs were beginning to be thrown and bottles smashing against people's heads, it was starting to become full on chaos.
Chuck paused for a second to look for Morgan; he spotted him ducking near a table out of the way of the fight. It was really the safest place for him. The doors to the tavern swung open violently and several guards rushed in to break up the escalating fight. Within minutes the fight was contained, "who started this?" One of the guards demanded looking around, everyone remained silent. "Ok then. Let's take them all to the dungeon to sober up for the night." Immediately fingers shot up pointing at Chuck who stood near the front door.
His hands went up slightly as the guards moved in on his direction. "Look… this was one gaint misunderstanding." Chuck defended as Morgan quickly scrambled out from underneath the table.
"It really wasn't his fault." Morgan quickly stepped up next to his best friend; he wasn't going to let Chuck go down for something he really started.
The main guard narrowed his eyes and looked at the two men, "take them both."
The steel barred cell door slammed shut and Chuck stood arms crossed in his cozy eight by eight cell that he now shared with Morgan. "Tonight will be epic!" Chuck couldn't help but mock Morgan's words that ran through his head. "It'll be fun!" He couldn't help but narrow his eyes at the little bearded man.
Morgan ignored him and just smiled. "Dude you were awesome in there!" He tried to mimic some of Chuck's kicks. "That new ability of yours rules! You took down three guys in a matter of seconds!"
Chuck just sighed and sat down on the cold stone floor and leaned up against the back wall. "Ya and look where it got us." He touched his half swollen eye and split lip and winced. This was one of the reasons he hated violence, someone always got hurt… and more often than none it was him.
"But think of the story we now have!" Morgan smirked excitedly. "Chuck Bartowski taking on fifteen men like some super warrior and me your trusty sidekick." He once again through some fake punches at an invisible enemy.
"Who just hid under the table." Chuck rose ran eyebrow at him with a smile.
Morgan looked down at his feet and rubbed the back of his neck. He slowly sunk down next to Chuck. "I'm sorry buddy… for getting us into that fight."
Chuck reached over and put a reassuring hand on Morgan's shoulder. "Don't worry about it. I was about to do the same thing." He sighed; it was true he wouldn't have just stood there watching those men treat a woman like that. "You know… maybe next time we should just run before the fighting starts."
"Running, running is good." Morgan nodded in agreement. Hopefully there wouldn't be a next time.
A/N: I know not a whole lot of stuff in this one, just a fun Chuck/Morgan chapter. But it actually does set some stuff up in chapters further down the road. I hope to make quick updates with this story, but work is getting crazy so I will desperately to try to update a few days a week. Like tomorrow I hope to get chapter 3 up :D
Up Next: Chuck finds out about his quest and meets his traveling companion/bodyguard
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