Chapter 1

"Chuck, listen to me! I'm here!" she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks as she begged for her boyfriend to wake up, to open his twinkling brown eyes and prove to her that everything was going to be alright. "I'm here! I came to rescue you. I'm right here, Chuck!"

No response.

"Chuck, please! Come on!"

Nothing. Not even a twitch.

She barely paid attention to anything but Chuck. For all she cared, the world could burn around them. If Chuck wouldn't wake up, why would it matter? To her, Chuck meant the world. She was nothing without him. She truly loved him.

In the melancholy room where she, Casey, and Morgan had found Chuck getting the life literally drained out of him by the Belgian and his assistant, sinister machines beeped monotonously, seemingly mocking everything that she had done to save the love of her life.

She almost didn't hear Morgan when he spoke. His voice was soft for a man, but his words were strong with empathy. After all, Chuck was his best friend.

"Hey, hey, hey," he said, soothingly. "Tell him what you told me before, okay. He'll hear that, I know it!"

Trying to conceal her sobs, she glanced back at him.

"This is your chance," he continued. "Don't—Don't be Sarah Walker, the spy. Be Sarah Walker, the girlfriend."

She turned back to Chuck. He looked like a small child, weak and vulnerable.

She gently cradled his head in her hands as she leaned over him in the operating chair. "Chuck, please. Chuck, I love you! Please wake up. I have...I have so much that I want to tell you!"

She paused, taking in a deep breath, trying to think of the right words. Her voice strained and low, she continued, "I found your proposal plan."

She stopped as Chuck's head moved slightly, though she was unsure whether it was actually him waking up or her own doing. Through the unending darkness that she could picture as her future, she saw a small glimmer of hope, shining like the first star on a clear night.

"You...You were going to do it on the beach in Malibu, where we watched the sunrise after our first date."

She remembered that day. The warmth of that one moment where the sun's bright golden beams stretched out across the sky, mixing in with the blues and indigos of the coming dusk. Out of all the fleeting moments in her life, she remembered wanting that day to last forever.

She smiled as she added, "There were...several race cars involved." Her voice broke as she let out a soft sob. "Chuck, I want to spend the rest of my life with you! I don't care if you have the Intersect or not! Without you...I'm nobody. I'm nothing but a spy. Come back to me, Chuck! I want to marry you!"

She leaned down to kiss him. She put all of her love for Chuck into that kiss. And though he couldn't kiss back, it meant the most to her.

Before she pulled away, she noticed that his lips were cold to the touch, and she broke out into uncontrollable sobs.

Then she heard Morgan and Casey both gasp.

"Sarah!" Morgan shouted. She lifted her head. She could have jumped for joy when she saw those two beautiful brown orbs that she had so been longing to see.

"Chuck!" she cried, attaching herself to him and pulling him into another kiss. Suddenly, she retreated, shocked: he hadn't kissed back. She looked into his eyes, and her heart sank.

His eyes were devoid of all emotions, and his pupils like two gaping black holes that had taken them away. He stared blankly ahead for a moment, and the glanced about the room. His eyes rolled back into his head for a moment, and he let out short gasps of breath.

"Chuck, are you—?"

"Sarah Walker," he said, his voice as emotionless as his eyes. "The CIA Operative assigned to the current Intersect Project, a joint CIA-NSA black ops team located in Burbank, California."

Sarah shook her head in confusion. "Chuck?"

He turned his head to Casey, his normally stone-cold features scrunched up in bewilderment.

"Alexander Coburn, alias: John Casey. Rank, Colonel. Recruited into the NSA by—"

"Quit playing games, moron!" Casey's outburst caused Morgan to jump. Chuck turned his head to the two unconscious men on the floor.

"Adelbert de Smet. Also known as "the Belgian." Known for selling information to the Ring. Dr. Mueller, a neural scientist specializing in lobotomies. He—"

"Chuck!" Casey shouted. Angrily, he stomped over the young man and covered his mouth with his hand. "You are going to stop fooling around and act like your normal nerdy self, do you hear me?"

"Casey," Morgan said, his voice almost a whisper. "I think that he—"

"You can't be serious," Sarah murmured. "Are you saying that he doesn't...?" Her voice trailed off. Morgan just nodded.

Casey cursed under his breath, but he didn't remove his hand from Chuck's mouth. "That son of a bitch...When he wakes up..." He paused, smiling in maleficence. "He'll wish he'd never woken up." He turned to Sarah. "That is, unless you want a go first?"

"Casey—"

"Uh, guys." Morgan's eyes were wide with apprehension.

"What?" Casey asked, exasperated.

"Look..."

But he didn't have a chance. As soon as he turned his head, he was knocked backwards with an incredible force, and he found himself dazed. Dazed. John Casey, dazed.

Without even thinking, he jumped up and threw a punch at his attacker. Chuck dodged easily and did a back flip, kicking Casey square in the jaw. The colonel fell backwards again, catching himself before he fell completely.

"Walker, I'm gonna need some help here!" he grunted. Sarah glanced back and forth between Casey and Chuck, the confusion and emotional battle going on through her mind evident on her soft features. She looked to Morgan for guidance, but her shoulders slumped in disappointment as she saw him smiling in childlike awe at the battle that took place before them.

"Wow," he murmured. "This is epic!"

"Morgan!" she exclaimed.

He jumped and turned his head. "What?" After a while, he finally read the atmosphere and simply said, "Oh."

They heard low grunt followed by a thud and turned back to the fight. Casey was lying on the floor, unconscious, as Chuck leaned over him, ready to make his final move.

"Chuck, don't!" Sarah cried, but it was no use. He just wouldn't listen. It was almost as if he wasn't Chuck at all. That was the thing.

He just wasn't Chuck.

At least, he wasn't her Chuck. This was the Intersect at work, a supercomputer made to retain all of the government's intelligence, gone deadly wrong. That was what made up her mind. She would save Chuck, no matter what the cost.

"Chuck!" she shouted again. Instead of waiting for him to turn, she charged straight at him, like a bull towards the flowing blanket of a torero. She plowed into him, knocking him sideways and seeming to confuse him.

Just as she bent down to check on Casey, she felt a sudden burst of pain across her jaw. She stumbled backwards and wiped her hand across her face, pulling back when she felt the warmth of a familiar sticky fluid. Blood.

Before she had a chance to think, Chuck kicked. She ducked and countered with a punch. He easily dodged and punched back. She grunted as the wind was knocked out of her lungs. The next thing she knew, she was on the floor, lolling her head backing and forth around the spinning laboratory.

In the blur, she could see Morgan leap on Chuck's back. Her vision went black for a moment, and she heard a shriek followed by a deafening crash. When she could see again, she saw Morgan's unconscious body lying atop one of the machines, shards of the broken plating scattered atop him.

She looked up in time to see Chuck spin to face her. His eyes rolled back into his head, his hands in fists at his side.

"Chuck..." she pleaded, hoping that some piece of the old Chuck—her Chuck—would resurface, but it was no use.

The Intersect was mainly used for sharing intelligence between the NSA and CIA, but it was also a deadly strong weapon. It was a mistake to expose Chuck to the first one, but what was done was done. He had uploaded the Intersect 2.0. Now he was no longer in control.

He had flashed, and he was coming straight at her.

YAY! FINALLY!

VVV If you don't want to here my self loathing, please ignore the following paragraph VVV

And, this is probably the worst thing I've ever written. -_- But, you can't really blame me. I had the perfect idea on how to write it, got told to take the dog outside, came back and forgot EVERYTHING. Every time I almost remembered it, I was called away! D= But, this is similar to what I had in mind. It's the same plot line, but I don't really think I expressed it right. :/

^^^And I'm done! =D ^^^

Okay, anyways, please tell me what you think! If there is anything I can improve on, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ...let me know. Thank you! =)

Oh, yeah. By the way...I honestly forgot the Belgian's name, so Adelbert de Smet is the closest I've got. ^^' Same thing with his doctor buddy. Those names were floating around, so I'm thinking they go with the episode.

Thank you for reading, and please tell me what you think so far!

Rachel