Chapter 2

"The President of The United States is a member of Fulcrum? That's a serious accusation, Chuck." The General is nothing but serious and concerned, all that evidenced in her voice.

"Hey.... not me... blame this thing inside my head.. Besides... I wouldn't say he's a member of Fulcrum... I believe the more proper definition is leader, head, brain... any of these would be fine I think... Ooo – ouch." And Chuck's providentially stopped when Casey smashes his left foot before he could get into trouble. You were asking for it, Casey thinks and smirks at Chuck's child-in-pain face.

Sarah glances coldly at the two boys, who acknowledging compose themselves.

"General, we believe the information in Chuck's flash was provided by the Fulcrum... update... he got during our mission at the suburbs. We're not sure how much of that we can trust in, but we're pretty convinced it's very reasonable."

"How's that, agent Walker? All the information that Fulcrum had about our missions were based on their losses, the names of their agents that didn't return. And you're telling me that with that little they could actually miraculously make us recreate them entirely and with plenty of confidential details by sending some subliminal messages. Not to mention, the point of this so-called Project Obama is to tear apart this team so Mr. Bartowski gets sent to a high security bunker where they have a master plan to capture him. I would appreciate to hear some explanations."

Silence. Silence. Well, if you look at it this way... Chuck is leaning over the table they've been working all day, pondering all the General said... and... his hand slips dropping a pile of paper on the floor... End of silence.

"Sorry... My bad..."

He gets down to clean the mess, Casey gives him some mocking looks while Sarah doesn't seem to be bothered by his clumsiness. She's still deep in thought, her face shows a little angst, she struggles with herself to find an explanation because there has to be some, she thinks. Still, nothing came to her mind.

"That's what I thought. Well, you have until tomorrow night. And this time don't come to me with this kind of joke, this isn't a game. Otherwise, I suggest you start packing. Goodnight." With that the screen went blank, bringing the silence back to the room.

The emotions flowing were all too different. Casey was playing hard-to-read. Looking straight... expressionless face... even so he gave a few glimpses of who seemed to be still processing all events of the day without being sure what reaction he should have... Sarah should be expected to act just the same, but she didn't. She made no effort hiding the concern that consumed her, that moment all her masks came down, and Chuck thought that was the real Sarah Walker he was seeing. Of course, he couldn't tell the nature of that concern. He wanted to believe she didn't want to leave him, but then he felt insecure and started to think she was just upset because failure is something that she's certainly not used to... he could be so naive sometimes...

Fear, uncertainty of what tomorrow holds, so many doubts.. that's quite a hard composition to breath under.

"Well, Chuck. It's getting pretty late... Ellie is probably worried by now... Casey will take you home."

"Sure you don't wanna come? If you were around Ellie wouldn't ask me so many questions about why I missed work today, which I'm pretty sure Morgan already told her about... and she's most likely to have left dinner for us... you know..."

"Sorry, but not today... Tell her since it was Sunday you thought it was better to spend it with me than working extra hours because your boss asked you to. I'm sure she will even agree with you." Sarah seemed so sad yet so serious that Chuck decided it was better to leave it at that. Maybe tomorrow night... that is, if she's still here...

…

The ride was quiet... none was in a chatty mood. Chuck, though, seemed very thoughtful. They had just gotten to the courtyard when Chuck finally spoke.

"Hey, Casey... mind if I ask you one thing?"

"Already did." He abruptly turned back and started to walk to his house but was stopped by Chuck grabbing his arm and forcing him to look back... fuming.

"Sorry 'bout that. Two things then. Well, maybe three depending on your answer..."

"You got 3 minutes and counting."

"Hmm... ok... fine... So, I mean... me and Sarah kinda had a deja vu, if you can call it that, at the BuyMore this morning when... well, you don' need to know the details... point is that's why she believes in the whole Project Obama thing..."

"2 minutes."

"Really? You're actually counting?" Chuck looked amused at Casey, who looked at his watch and was about to continue with the countdown. Then Chuck realized he wasn't kidding and just hurried. "What kind of deja vu did you have?"

"None."

"Wait. You said you believed but you didn't had a... how?"

"Don't give audience to the enemy."

"So... why do you think it's all true?"

"Already made your 3 questions." Once again he motioned to leave but Chuck didn't let him... smartly he didn't touch the big guy this time. Instead, he jumped in front of him, blocking his way.

"Hey, hey. Still got a minute or so if I'm right... come on..."

Knowing that would be the only way to get rid of Bartowski, Casey grunts and answers. Evidently disappointed with the world, he looks and speaks like a patriot that just saw someone burning the US flag.

"Democrats, kid. Expect anything from them."