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A young nurse walks into the room and smiles warmly as she unfastens the restraints to his arms and legs.

"They said we could take these off of you now since the convulsions had run their course." She gently explains.

Chuck never looks up to acknowledge her as his arms just fall dead to his side when they are released from there bondage. He stares off over his right shoulder intently as if peering through a window.

The nurse hesitates momentarily "So, you must be someone important?"

Chuck turns his head to finally see her soothing smile and kindness radiating in her eyes. He thinks to himself "She must be new."

He puts aside his grief and politely answers "Why?"

"Because your presence here seems to have stirred up a hornet's nest of concern and security in our facility has easily tripled. There are doctors from all over the continent here. I haven't seen this many people since…. Well it has been awhile." The nurse is unable to control her excitement and curiosity.

He gently smiles and replies "I am just your ordinary average guy."

The nurse perks up smiling even wider."I love Joe Walsh!"

"Did you ever see him on the Drew Carey show?" Chuck asks trying to push aside the anguish in his heart to be cordial just for the time.

"Oh yeah, he was hilarious. I saw the group in Vegas when they…." With out hesitation the nurse stops and places a finger near her ear, frowns and slowly looks up towards the corner and nods. Her demeanor changes swiftly as she becomes more focused and professional. "Excuse me. I will be in every so often to check on you OK."

"Thank you for trying." Chucks nods his head and watches as she heads towards the door.

"Wait…nurse can I ask your name?" Chucks asks.

The nurse stops at the door and turns her head. "Just call me Tricia."

She walks through the door way as it seals behind her.

With Chuck's new found freedom he decides it is high time to explore the four white walls that contain him.

Chuck sets the bed to the 90 degree maximum it allows. As he slides he contorts his body to exit the bed. He feels his joints crack and pop every time he moves. The muscles are sore and fatigued from very little use in the last six months. Chuck slowly slides off the bed, attempting to stand under his own power. He takes a long, deep stretch extending his arms straight up in the air and lifting himself onto his tepee-toes, and lets out a long sigh.

Chuck quickly grabs the side of the bed due to his loss of balance. As he looks down at his right arm he notices he is still hooked up to an IV infusion, and decides it would be in his best interest to hang on to the IV pole while walking the square room.

Chuck feels much weaker than usual. The gown they placed on him before he awoke fit his body like a shirt on a coat hanger. Muscle atrophy has definitely taken its toll on him in such a surprising amount of time.

He grins as he mumbles "Now I know how a super model feels."

As Chuck looks at his arms and notices they had become pale from the lack of the California sun, and he longed to be back with his family and friends. He wonders if he would ever be able to go home again.

The more Chuck walks the room, the more his mind wanders plunging him deeper into the bowels of depression. His body becomes heavy as he guides himself back to the bed. He slowly enters the bed and turns to his side, curling up slowly into a fetal position. His world has fallen apart, and tears begin to fall attempting to figure out what to do with out any one to console his over active imagination and emotions. As he cries himself to sleep he begins to dream.

The images he views as he slumbers resemble a round table discussion with all the other Chucks present. They are all accounted for: Sad Chuck, Mad Chuck, Scared Chuck, Happy Chuck, depressed Chuck, Innocent Chuck, Brave Chuck, and an unknown Chuck who stands in the shadows. They sit gazing to the right and then the left taking in the council.

None at the table speak until a sole Chuck; Sad Chuck and stands to interrupt the silence.

Scared Chuck "I say we stay right here where we'll be safe. All we have to do is help the CIA with our images and we will be OK! It's too dangerous for us in the outside world!"

Depressed Chuck "I think you are right. We can stay here and never go through pain of suffering and can work through our depression everyday."

Sad Chuck "Yeah and there's no reason for us to move from this bed, because there is nobody that loves us anymore. We're DEAD to the world and to the people we most loved."

In that instance all Chucks automatically think back to Sarah and the comfort and safety they felt each and every time they were with her. Never was there a Sad, Depressed, or Scared (well sometimes scared) times when Chuck had Sarah by his side. There was the best of Chuck all of them worked together to ensure of that, but now like his spirit they were fractured, splintered all running in different directions.

"Soon we can die for real and be somewhere better than this god for saken hell hole. We can go somewhere where all of our pain and heart ache will disappear"

Mad Chuck, "God! You guys are such idiots! You want to stay here and die without a fight?"

Scared Chuck "Why do you always have to sound like Casey?"

Mad Chuck slams his fist down on the desk then quickly retrieving it and placing it behind his back, due the flash of pain that shot all the way up to his shoulder. Chuck becomes angrier from the embarrassment. "We sacrificed our life for Sarah! We fought off DEATH for Sarah!!" He glares at the others as he begins to stammer "and…and now you all want to do is throw that away and give up. What happened to TEAM CHUCK huh?"

Mad Chuck looks over and points at Depressed Chuck. "Oh Yeah! You Suck! You should no longer be allowed in theses conversations of the mind."

Depressed Chuck looks shocked "What? Why, what did I do?"

Mad Chuck looks disgusted "Oh, I don't know, five years of you dictating our actions, moping, crying, and sitting on our collective butts waiting for something to pull us out of our quote unquote depression! NO MORE!!! NEVER AGAIN!!!"

Brave Chuck "Look at all the good we have done in the past. We helped people like we always wanted. We protected the innocent."

Scared Chuck. "No we didn't. We were always told to sit in the car and if we had last time we wouldn't be where we are now. In a small room staring at four blank walls curled up in a fetal position talking to ourselves."

Depressed Chuck "and that's how we'll stay."

Mad Chuck growls "Yeah, that's for sure! We would be in the possession of Fulcrum. Amy would have killed Sarah and Casey. We would more than likely be tortured repeatedly, until they had extracted every last bit of information in our collective mind and then killed. Yeah, staying in the car would have been a wonderful idea. Moron."

In unison Brave and Mad Chuck yell "No way, were not giving in that easily this time. When did we ever stay in the car! Never! We helped them to save lives!"

The two seem to be melting into one, creating a Brave yet overly Mad Chuck ready to take on the task of saving the lives of many, but too angry at the world to do much good.

"They said we couldn't save everyone, but we proved them wrong then, and we'll prove you wrong now."

Happy Chuck "I was always happy when I was with my friends, family, and loved ones, but.." Depressed Chuck interjects rudely. "But they are all gone no one loves us anymore no one even knows we still exist. We are nothing without all of them!"

Happy Chuck smiles a big goofy grin Sarah always loved to see, He glances back at the shadowed figure "Who says there gone? You?" He points at Depressed Chuck "Because last time I checked our loved ones will always be in our heart and I will always thank the powers that be that we were given time."

Happy Chuck walks over to the Brave yet Mad Chuck and slowly joins with them. The figure morphs before the others eyes, and now shows a Brave Melancholy Chuck half way to being himself.

Sad Chuck "I can't come. I am sorry."

Sad Chuck walks to Depressed Chuck and joins with him almost crushing Brave and Melancholy Chuck where they stand the weight that they are enduring is enormous; however, Mad chuck has had enough and burdens the weight to let the other two talk sense into the others.

Mad Chuck thinks back to the old Marvel comic book mini series "Secret Wars" and how The Hulk held an entire mountain on his own so his fellow heroes would not be crushed. He realized he must do the exact same thing. He must hold the union of Chuck together long enough so Depressed Chuck will not crush there hopes and spirits.

Scared Chuck looks uncertain "I don't want to go back into depression not again, but I am scared."

Depressed Chuck "If we stay here you won't have anything to be afraid of ever. We will be safe." He raises his hand to Scared Chuck.

Melancholy Chuck frowns and looks at scared Chuck "Hey, you didn't seem so scared when you denied the angel her chance to take us away from this world, and you took a bullet for someone as well. Who did you do that for?"

Scared Chuck stops dead in his tracks and stares into Melancholy Chucks eyes.

He smiles and breathes in slowly as if taking in her scent, and replies one word. The word all of them know and love.

"Sarah."

Scared Chuck smiles, no longer afraid. He slowly walks away from Depressed Chuck never looking back and joins into Chuck.

"Why did you not make us leave then?"

Innocent Chuck appears as a child before them barely peering over the table. He softly cries as all the other Chucks stop there bickering and arguing to make sure he is unharmed. In this ongoing battle Chuck fights in his head, none of the emotions has any interest of truly hurting Chuck. They all in there own way want to help him, but to see innocence in tears breaks their collective hearts. They know he is the most adored part of Chuck. It's what makes Chuck…. well Chuck; his playfulness, understanding, and compassion to his fellow man and or woman. It is why those who meet Chuck end up loving Chuck. The group looks to him with concern.

This power struggle is tearing Chuck's innocence apart. They all know it, and can do nothing to help it.

Innocent Chuck throws his hands like the child he is in the air waiting for someone, anyone to hold him and promise him they will be okay. His tears become more violent and his cries are sharper, piercing the soul. He needs someone…anyone. He pleads.

"Please help me….Help me! I can't do this on my own, PLEASE HELP ME!!!!" The child falls back on his bottom with a loud thump placing his hands over his eyes while the other Chucks just stand still unable to move. They know this battle is not theirs to fight.

The shadowed figure finally perks up as if it knows why it was meant to be there.

"Hey, hey, why are you crying?" a calming female voice asks the child.

Every Chucks jaw drops in one failed swoop. None of them can say a word.

The Female picks the child up holding him close her bosoms.

"Why are you crying?"

The Innocent Chuck still holding his hands to his eyes now begins to rub them.

"If I stay here I die. If I leave here my innocence, me, I die. I will have to do something bad, something that will take away from what I am. Sarah fell in love with me because of who I am, and if I do what they want I will no longer be the man she loves."

"How do you know that?"

"I don't know."

"Well, are you sure of that?"

"I don't know." A little irritated now.

Innocent Chuck finally opens his tear filled eyes to see Sarah holding him in a loving embrace. He almost begins to cry again, but the excitement takes over and he hugs her around the neck as hard as he can. His body filled with so much joy and happiness.

"Because I'm right here." She soothingly answers, rubbing the child's back.

Sarah looks deep into Innocent Chucks eyes and smiles before saying "What did I tell you after you saved me?"

Innocently Chuck smiles and shakes his head from side to side, shrugging his shoulders.

He playfully laughs "I don't know." While he touches her face and hair. He touches her nose with his right pointer finger and grabs a lock of her beautiful blonde hair all the while he stares into her deep blue eyes.

"You don't?" with a playful surprised look.

"Nope"

"Should I tell you again it is a secret?"

He shakes his head excitedly and laughs.

"Alright" She playfully rolls her eyes and begins to whisper into his adolescent ear, "but this is the last time. I have to go afterwards okay?"

He again shakes his head excitedly.

"Don't leave my love…….I need you……save me."

Depressed Chuck looks at Melancholy with red and blood shot eyes. He understands now why he must concede, and slowly walks to join with the others. He stops prior to and makes a short statement.

"We cannot let the feeling of depression fester inside us for long."

As he joins, a single voice is heard "and we won't."

Sarah puts down Innocent Chuck and is suddenly holding the hand of Sarah's Chuck.

He smiles gently to Sarah and whispers "I will find you. I promise."

Chucks eyes open and he breathes in deeply and smiles. "I can still smell her." He says to himself quietly.

Chuck closes his eyes and tries to dream a little dream of Sarah.

ooooooooooo

Sarah awakes from being immersed in a pool of sweat. She turns to view the clock on the night stand which screams to her 5am. She falls back onto the wet bed sheet. It was another dream of Chuck, but incomparable for the first time in the last six months. Her dreams have been of the incident and of Chuck dying in her arms. The pain was too imaginable to bear and while she was able to contain it through the better part of the day, with the help of her training in self-control. The night, although, is a separate story for a spy, to sleep is to let your guard down physically and emotionally, and the body takes advantage of that to mourn and cry out like a wounded wolf that has lost her soul mate.

Every night has been the same nightmare over and over again with the same verdict of death, despair, and pain, but tonight was different. It was of Chuck telling her something, but what?

He looked good in her dream. He had morphed in front her eyes, from a child to the man she always wanted him to be. Her man, Sarah's Man. "Why can't I remember what he says?" She sighs to herself.

Sarah begins to imagine all the times they were together, and how much fun she had. Game nights, movie nights, and of course no black olive, pizza night. Her mind replays all of his smiles in her head, clutching onto a pillow as if it was Chuck whispering "I Love You" while she slowly slips back into slumber.