"I disappointed Chuck."

Sarah narrowed her eyes. Pressing the intercom, she questioned hastily. "What did he say?" The nurse looking to the upper right hand corner of the room as if to focus on the already said words, she walked over to the glass wall that separated the two CIA agents from the rouge one.

"It sounded like… Chuck."

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He's alive.

The mere thought of it would make Chuck's heart quiver.

Yet here he was, dressed in white. Influence the image of a pure Bryce, one that wasn't tainted by the actions of an agent, one who lived in the less complicated days of Stanford.

"Who are you?" The captured 'prisoner' asked. His eyes never left the ground.

Bryce. Look at me! I… I…Say it out loud, you idiot!

"Uh. Hey… Bryce. Buddy. It's me, Chuck" Chuck smiled nervously. Bryce's eyes widened and he sharply looked up in shock. He shook his head, the sheer notion of having Chuck in his presence too incomputable to believe.

"I don't believe you." Bryce started with a whisper. Anger filled his mind at the despicable thought that the government trying to portray his Chuck. He had begun to shout. "What'd you do with the real Chuck?"

The accused imposter's eyes widened and he turned around to face the tinted window. "I'd like to come out now." He pleaded. After hearing or seeing no response Chuck weakly uttered 'figures' before walking back to Bryce. "Alright well, unless we're in the Twilight Zone." He began, hoping to appeal to Bryce's old self. "And there really is another Chuck and I'm his clone, the answer to your question is; yes, I am Chuck."

"Prove it." Bryce said defiantly. Chuck looked at him questionably before he spoke in a language in which Bryce and Chuck would be the only people within the vicinity that could possible know how to reply.

Klingon.

"Come on, they're watching us right now." Chuck stiffly tried to reason.

"Do it."

Chuck looked behind his shoulder to signal 'one moment' and crept closer to Bryce, he replied in same tongue hesitantly. Bryce smiled with an approving nod. "Your Klingon's a bit rusty Chuck."

"Yeah, I've been kinda busy lately ever since I got your e-mail." There conversation sped up into a slightly more formal turn.

"You opened it, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did."

"You're computer?"

"Destroyed."

"So you're the only one?"

"I don't get Bryce." Chuck softly firmed his words. "Why'd you do it?" He queried. "Why you send me the inter-sect? Why did you destroy it? And last up, how the hell are you still alive?" Bryce looked away almost shamefully and sighed.

How can you be sitting there? When for countless days I sat curdled in my bed. Crying. For you. How?

"It's complicated." Was Bryce's simple response.

"Who saved you?"

"They did."

Chuck patronizingly nodded. "They saved you, did they? Could you be anymore cryptic? Could I get a name, a place, a something?"

Bryce looked contemplative before nodding Chuck to come closer.

Oh no. Don't do it! You would have to be a complete fool to even think of…

Funny, that sounded a bit like Casey. Chuck shook off the crazed nervous feeling in his gut and let his heart tilt his upper body down.

Bryce gently kissed Chuck's cheek and whispered in his ear. "I'm sorry."

The member of the Nerd Herd only had time to think two words about himself before the scene unfolded.

You fool.

Bryce snapped the restraints off his wrist and at speed even Chuck could not flash at, he grabbed a needle and pressed it against the others neck. Fear and shock coursed threw Chuck's veins feeling the prickling sensation of the spiked metal slightly touching his skin.

"Untie me!" He shouted pass Chuck.

Probably shouldn't have told him people were watching.

It all happened so fast that Chuck couldn't recall anything that happened until Bryce lowered his hostel manner and playfully patted Chuck on the shoulder. "You knew I wouldn't do right?"

Of course.

"No! No I did not know that. How would I know that? What are you trying to do?" Chuck shouted. Oh god, this feels just like last time.

"What's Sarah doing here?" Bryce cocked his head. Chuck's lip twitched slightly.

"Will you just forget about her?" Chuck said in an outburst. His eyes widened and he realized that while his feelings for Sarah turned bitter, his feelings for Bryce returned stronger then ever. "I… I haven't seen you in so long. So, so long. And all you can do is talk about Sarah?"

A clatter was heard as Bryce stared at Chuck for only a moment before wrapping his arms around his former roommate and forced their lips upon each other. Both slowly melting into the kiss, it was ferocious, powered by the sense of need. The owner of the more frail body moaned and stopped awkwardly to realize the sound of a beep. Bryce snapped his back upright and looked at a glowing screen connected to the elevator's left side panel. "We're slowing down." Both took a second to catch their breath. Narrowing his eyes, the rouge picked up the needle syringe Chuck had just noticed was momentarily forgotten.

Chuck shook his head. "She's here to protect me. Remember? Inter-sect? Official connections with the CIA? Any of that ring a bell?" Looking back at the rouge Chuck remembered his true motive. "Bu…okay fine, just hurry up."

As they begun right where they had left off, both failed to see a red blinking light from a far right hand corner.

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"You should just wait in here right now. I doubt anyone will go snooping around my room." Chuck lightly joked. He scanned around, hoping unprepared room was good enough for his friend's (had he just refer the ex that kicked him out of Stanford as a friend?) sudden visit, especially in his room.

Remorsefully looking around the walls of his room, Bryce smiled wistfully. "You truly haven't changed at all have you, Chuck?" He walked over to the holder of the room and placed his hand over his cheek. "That's what I missed most about you. Always true to yourself, never pretending to be something you aren't."

"Um…" Chuck cautiously took a step back. His heart beat was rapid and radical, blood rushing to his cheeks.

Bryce seemed to catch himself and took a step back as well. "Can, ahem, can you call Sarah in?"

Of course. Sarah. He's dear Sarah.

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I should leave them alone. I shouldn't invade their privacy. Whilst everyone else was enjoying their dinner, (expect for Casey and Anna, but their always grumpy.) Chuck had an internal conflict to settle. Oh just like Sarah respects your privacy? Never giving you a moment of peace? Oh yeah, I can just feel the respect. Another part of him rebutted. That side slowly took over the reasonable side of his mind.

"Hey Chuckles, those drafting broaches still in your room? Don't worry about it, I'll get'em." As Captain Awesome begun to get up, when Chuck stopped him abruptly.

"No! No, no, no, no, no. I'll get them. Please." Chuck quickly told him. A sign He wasted no time in slinking up to his door. Sneaking to my own bedroom. This should qualify as a new low. He squinted into the crease of the door to make out the two bodies. Pressed together. Kissing. Just like…

Look away! Look away! Look…a…way! His heart screamed. For once it seemed like his mind was in agreement.

You're not wanted. You're not needed. Walk away. You're just forcing yourself in between them. Bryce never loved you. You were just a temporary fill-in. A replacement. Same thing with Sarah. Did you honestly believe she loved you for you? Every time she touched, you kissed you, in her mind, she touched and kissed Bryce. Do everyone a favor and sit back in you're pretty, little seat. Chuck took a couple steps toward the dining room table. "But… what about Stanford? What we…"

What? What did he do? He used you. Whenever he said jump, you asked how high? And once he was bored with you, he used his powers as an agent to make sure he would never see you again. "Then… why send the inter-sect?" Isn't obvious? In his last moment of life, he felt sorry for you the most. Pity. So he wanted to give you the life he purposely robbed from you, just so his life wasn't in vain. Sending you the inter-sect was for him. Never for you. Just give up, and eat your precious food. His mind jeered. Its last message was a sharp jab with to the heart. Sluggishly he made his way to the table and ignoring the odd looks received by the others, (Captain Awesome obliviously asked what happened to the pamphlet and received a nudge in the ribs) he sat down in his seat, tuning in and out of the conversation.

"How bout you Chuck? What are you thankful for?"

Chuck slowly cut his food, replying "I'm thankful that Bryce Larkin is dead and is not currently in my bedroom making out with my new girlfriend." in a deadpan voice. Turning to Casey, he hoped the brute agent was able to receive the obvious words. With a quick excuse me, Casey left to do what Chuck silently asked.

"Wow buddy that was uh… really dark." Morgan hesitantly remarked.

"And specific."

Casey, out of all people, why'd I turn to Casey?!

"Chuck, are you okay?" Ellie asked.

"Okay, I might've made a mistake."

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Oh… my… goodness. You will never see me spend this long on a quarter of an episode again. So, enjoy it, because while yes, it's almost guaranteed to turn into a four-shot, (one more chapter and I think it's an official shorty-short story.) I have no clue when to update. (Also, 'blinking red light'? don't think that was there to add more words. This is already semi-semi-AU but it'll, of course, turn from canon little by little.) Happy New Year and goodnight!