ONE WORD. RENEWED.
Unfortunately, we'll have to wait until March of next year to see those episodes, but on the bright side, it's better than nothing, right? Right. Until then, keep yourselves occupied by rewatching episodes and reading some good 'ol fashioned fanfiction! I know that's what I'll be doing for the next ten months.
Disclaimer: Happy there's a third season, but it's still not mine. Boo.
Chuck Versus the iPod Playlist
Drabbles by crystalelements
So Close – Jon McLaughlin
Sarah's PoV
We're so close to reaching that famous happy end
Almost believing this was not pretend
Let's go on dreaming, though we know we are
So close, and still so far
3 hours.
That's how long it takes before Sarah Walker's life – on the brink of becoming almost normal, for the first time in almost two decades – crumbles to pieces, back into the black hole known as the CIA. In a sickening twist of fate, the verdict comes in the form of three words she never thought she'd hear in this particular context ever again:
"He uploaded it."
Yes, Bryce is dead. She's still reeling from the shock and despair of seeing her ex-lover slumped against the walls, ice blue eyes unblinking and hauntingly empty. Despite the fact that she no longer has feelings for her former partner, she still considered him a dear friend, and the last thing Sarah wants is for Bryce to be taken and…dissected…by these so-called "spies".
And yes, this new group is a threat, one that opens up a whole new world of danger. They'd been dealing with Fulcrum all this time, not once realizing that the organization was just a small part of the whole – yet another group with motives they know nothing about. It's enough to put any agency on high alert.
At this point, though, only one thing is exceptionally, horribly clear in Sarah's mind –
Chuck re-uploaded that godforsaken Intersect. And, if memory serves her correctly, that is not supposed to happen.
Three hours and three words later, after making one of the biggest decisions of her career, Sarah Walker now finds herself right back in the screwed up, governmental mess that is – and apparently always will be – her life.
"Kill him."
Her eyes instantly snap back into focus at Miles' chilling command. Before she can even begin to register what's going on, though, a number of things happen at once – Chuck throws out his arms with a yell, and suddenly the weapons of every agent surrounding him are soaring through the air; a split second of shock, then all hell breaks loose.
It takes a moment for Sarah to realize that it's Chuck dodging attacks and throwing out punches and kicks as if he'd been doing it for years. Chuck, who usually trips over his own two feet during missions and has never taken martial arts lessons in his life. She can only stare in numb disbelief as the nerd – though not so much at the moment – proceeds to take down every single agent in the room in record time. His final kick sends Miles into the wall with a resounding crack; the leader of the defeated group slumps to the ground, unconscious, and the only sounds left in the confined room are Chuck's ragged breaths.
Sarah's mind is racing at a thousand miles a second, emotions finally reaching their breaking point. This is too much to handle – he wasn't supposed to upload it again, he wasn't supposed to be the goddamn hero, no matter what she had said to him before! She was going to give it all up – her job, the only life she's ever known, all the covers and lies and excuses – everything, just to be with him, to give him the normal life he's always wanted, and now it's all gone to waste, this is so wrong, she'd been so close, if only she'd told him, this was all her fault, all his fault, all the government's fault for throwing them into this messed up, Secret Agent World full of complexities and regulations and deceit, and seriously, what the hell was that just now?!
She summarizes the onslaught of thoughts into one unnaturally high-pitched question:
"Chuck?"
Chuck lowers his stance – his stance, for God's sake – and fixes them with a nervous, bewildered stare.
"Guys…I know kung fu."
Three goddamned hours.
Goodbye, normality. It was nice while it lasted.
I thought about continuing past the actual end of the episode, but it seemed better to end it right here. Plus, this was starting to sound a little too similar to Lyralocke's version, and I don't want her thinking I took her ideas. Sorry, Lyra!
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