Title: Chuck and the New Beginning
Rating: PG
Words: 1010
Beta: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Sequel to Chuck vs the Broken Heart; Unrequited love Casey and heartbroken over Sarah Chuck; Chuck decides it's time to move on; Written for ru_salki99 for the whedonland fic-fest
The mission could have gone better. Chuck was so distracted by what he had leaned, that he wasn't focusing on what people around him and therefore not flashing. With him not flashing, there was little point to them even being here.
After a while of this, Casey grabbed him by the chin and warned, "Stop now or I'll punch you so hard that you don't remember, who she is until you're eighty." Chuck blinked in shock, causing Casey to sigh. "Forget her. We're starting over, right at this moment. Got it?"
Chuck nodded, but gave him a look that told Casey he was missing something that had happened. Setting that aside, he focused on the mission. Arms dealers and money lenders. That was all that mattered right now. He'd figure out the rest, once the night was over.
Walking through the crowds of people drinking wine and champagne, Chuck did his best to focus on the mission, but it was hard. The person he couldn't get off his mind was standing right next to him, pretending to be someone he wasn't. Chuck heard Casey rattling off business contacts and figures of money like it was real and it confused him. He was trying to reach for something solid and true and was left with James Bond scheming next to him.
It was only when James Bond became Casey again and screamed at him some, that he came to his senses. Chuck did what he had to do. He studied all the up right citizens around them. Lies. Every single last one of them, were lies. He wanted something real for once.
As the night continued on, Chuck admitted to himself he was tempted by the possibilities, of something real. After two hellish years of lies and make believe, he found the way to let go of Sarah and to find comfort with someone who actually loved him. Really, loved him.
Could he do it?
It was only during the car ride home that he decided that he could. Casey was driving through the darkness and glanced over at him. They were comfortable together. Even him and Sarah had not had that. There had always been deception and uncertainty between them. With Casey, what he seemed was what you got. He was a loyal, no nonsense sort of guy. He was also smart and caring in his own way. Besides, anyone with half a brain could tell there was a heart beneath that hard exterior. It was then he thought that, that he knew he could move on and with the guy, if that was what Casey wanted.
When they got out of the car and Casey started to go inside, Chuck stopped him. "John?"
Casey turned, a curious look on his face. He wasn't use to hearing his first name. "Yeah?"
Chuck took a few steps forward. "Mind if I came in?"
Looking at him hard, Casey huffed. "Not at all." At the welcoming jerk of his head, Chuck walked over and waited for him to open the door. "Damn key," he muttered in frustration.
Glancing down, Chuck noticed that Casey's hands were shaking slightly. His stomach tightened. Casey suspected something. He was nervous.
"Here let me get that." Chuck pushed into Casey space, just as he stepped aside. He got the door open within moments. "There."
As the door slammed shut, Casey turned to him and demanded, "Well?"
Chuck took a deep breath, as he threw himself into the fire. "I decided you were right. That it was time to start over."
"That's good," he nodded. "Clear your mind. Forget about the love crap." He laughed, "We don't need no girls. Right?"
Chuck noticed Casey had gotten a little close to him, at that last statement. He gave him an uncertain smile. "That isn't quite what I meant. It's good. A good start, but it's not what I meant." Chuck lowered his eyes, giving him a knowing look. "But your right… For what I'm talking about, girls aren't needed." Chuck timidly placed his hand on Casey's arm and stroked it with his thumb.
At first, Casey seemed shocked that Chuck was touching him. Then his eyes darkened and narrowed some, making it clear he got Chuck's meaning. "Do you even swing that way?"
Chuck pursed his lips as in thought. "I've done it before. You'd not be my first."
"Why now? Just because Walker is out of the way?"
"Somewhat. Also, I'm ready for a new beginning. And…" He ran his hand up Casey arm and neck, until it settled on his hard jaw. "And you're in love with me."
Casey flinched and pulled away. He looked angry. "And what? You're offering a pity fuck?"
"No, they'll be no fucking tonight," Chuck said simply. He paused, knowing if he said this wrong, it would be over before it had begun. "What I'm offering is a chance for both of us to start over."
Casey walked away, turning his back on him. With his arms across his chest, defensively, he seemed to be thinking it over.
"Don't be dumb, John," he pleaded. "We both need this."
Casey stabbed his finger at him. "I've spent the last year crazy about you and now I only get you because Walker decided you weren't worth the trouble? That's not fair."
"Yeah. I'm sorry, but that is how it is. I only just realized anyway... what you felt."
Casey sighed and turned back towards him. His eyes were sad, yet hopeful. "Alright, but take it easy on me. This might just be a 'fuck till you can't think about her no more' thing for you, but it's not for me."
"I know, but you know what? It's not that for me either." He waved his hand about with a smile. "She gone. Never happened. It's just been you and me for these past few years and we're just figuring out we could be something more. Alright?"
Casey shook his head. "No, but I want it to be."
"It will be. I promise."
