Chapter 8
"They're in there, Carina, it says so on the map." Casey insisted.
"What if we're wrong, what if we go barging in there with our guns and it's actually just a normal office, and not, what you think is a Fulcrum Headquarters." She sighed dramatically.
"Well - if I am wrong.. Which is near impossible, we won't go in there guns blazing. We'll have our disguises and we'll just have to pretend we're Fulcrum agents, they've left some stuff in this van.." He replied.
"Honestly do I have to wear this blonde wig and these.. Harry Trotter glasses?" She wined.
"I think it's Harry Potter, and yes, you do." He picked up a silver wig and a grey moustache. "If I have to wear this then so do you."
"Ah, okay." She gave in.
"Look, we're forgetting the main reason we're here and that's to rescue Chuck and Sarah. Who knows what sort of state they're in?" His head filled with violent images and he shook them off.
Casey pulled on the wig and beard and barely even recognised himself, when he saw Carina, he thought she looked amazing. Really well.. Sexy. She heard his sharp intake of breath and she span around, gazing up from beneath her thick lashes. "What's up, John?" She smiled knowingly.
"You look really - uh." He stopped, when had he got so bad at saying what was on his mind? "Really sexy."
She smiled at the complement and felt herself physically lift. She knew she was sexy, she made it obvious but to hear someone else say it was always nice. "Thanks, not so bad yourself."
Suddenly his lips flews towards hers and they were kissing violently, passionately. Casey made himself pull away and he smiled at her for a moment. "Come on, we have work to do."
Chuck
"Hey, Chuck, would you mind if we killed your friend, Sarah Walker?" Agent Black asked testingly.
He flashed as soon as they said her name. "Agent Walker?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. "I'd rather do it myself." He smiled, "Get me out of these." He demanded, pulling at the handcuffs.
"How can we be sure that we can trust you?" Black wondered.
"Well. You just put Fulcrum programming into my brain and I know nothing else, so basically I'm one of you." Chuck sighed. "Convinced?" His face still remained blank.
"Let him go, guys." Black said to his Fulcrum colleagues.
Chuck let out a low, satisfied grumble. He didn't know why but his arms relaxed when they were released from the handcuffs, like they had been chained together for an eternity. He rubbed his wrist with his hand and thanked the men. He suddenly flashed on them, he knew what these men did - what they had done. Somehow he didn't think this was part of Fulcrum's plan, he knew they were bad. And he was certain he was good.
He smiled slyly at them and did a sudden back flip and knocked two unsuspecting gentlemen out with his feet. Black and Rock gazed at his curiously but then pulled out their guns quickly, pointing them at Chuck. He did a swift kick and knocked the guns out of their hands before they knew it. He knocked their heads together expertly and they collapsed to the unforgiving ground. One last agent stood looking almost terrified, he looked weaker than the others - but Chuck felt no mercy. He threw his fist at him and he joined the others on the floor.
On his way out, Chuck picked up a tranq gun and held it clutched to his chest. When he had regained consciousness after having received the Intersect 3.0, he didn't feel anything at all, but his mind was full of knowledge - of all the Governments secrets. He didn't remember a single thing, but he was positive that these Fulcrum people were bad, when they said Sarah's name he flashed and he saw she was a member of the CIA. She must have been captured.
Somehow he knew where he was going, he followed his instinct and found a clear glass door with a beautiful women on the other side of it. Her blonde hair stuck out awkwardly and her face was full of pain and fear. Sarah's clear blue eyes met his and suddenly looked as though they were filled with temporary relief.
"Chuck." She mouthed to him, her face a picture of hope and optimism. He flashed on the dial outside the transparent door and typed in the code quickly.
He thought of her name again before he began speaking again. "..Sarah?"
"It didn't work.. Thank God.. But then how are you here.. And - Am I still sleeping?" She cupped her chin with the palm of her hands and looked up at him, bewildered.
"You're fully conscious Agent Walker. I'm sorry, I'm still a little confused myself but the Fulcrum Operatives are unconscious, due to me knocking them out. The download they ran on me was successful I'm afraid." He looked like her Chuck, he still had the same wild, unruly hair and the same lanky frame.. It was his eyes. Those eyes she longed to look into every day, they were blank, empty, emotionless.
It hit her like a speeding bullet and she felt her body almost jolt from the shock she knew had been coming. "Oh God." She couldn't say anything else, Chuck was gone and here in his place was a walking super spy. What the hell had they done to him? Sarah felt tears forming in her eyes but she refused to let them out, she got to her feet shakily and her voice wobbled when she spoke again. "So, you don't know who I am?"
"You seem familiar.. But I can't feel anything. What the hell did they do to me?" He grumbled, but then he heard footsteps approaching behind them and he span around to meet the face of Agent Black. The relentless agent who never seemed to give up, his nose looked bruised and his face was covered with crimson dried blood.
Sarah, still handcuffed could do nothing as she watched the following scenes unfold in front of her.
"Black.." Chuck breathed.
"Mr. Bartowski, did you really think escaping would be that easy." Black snarled.
"I didn't think, I knew. Now, move you're in my way!" Chuck gripped the door frame above his and kicked him in the chest, making him fall backwards but then Black got up again. The next few minutes passed with them struggling until Chuck did a back flip and sent him crumpling to the ground.
Chuck then looked up and his eyes locked on a big, well built agent and he froze as a feeling of familiarity washed over him. He didn't need to think of where he knew him from, he flashed and knew this man was John Casey and that he had worked with him.
"John Casey." He said.
"Chuck.. You never call me John, what the hell's going on. How did you knock him out?" Casey was hardly ever confused but for once he didn't have any answers.
"Fulcrum uploaded the intersect 3.0 into my brain and I can't feel or remember hardly anything." Chuck sighed simply. He looked back over at Sarah who was still rooted to the spot. She was feeling so much at once, the shock the unbearable grief that made her want to crumple to the group and sob her heart out. She had no idea why but she still had an ounce of optimism left in her, a feeling that he could be fixed. It was all she had left to cling onto, even if it was a tiny sliver of hope.
Casey was speechless. "We'll talk about this on the way, c'mon, let's get out of here." He cast his eyes across to Sarah. "Sarah, my God, you look awful."
"Let's just go." She whispered, dangerously close to tears as walked towards him.
Twenty minutes and eight dead bad guys later they took off in the van. Carina, Casey, Sarah and Chuck all silently coming to terms what had happened, Sarah found the only thing that could help her pain, looking back to the past - a time when she had been happier. And hopefully it wouldn't be the last time either.
"Actually, I consider this a rare moment of courage, I don't know where it's coming from, I guess you just bring out the worst in me." Suddenly, they could die but they were spending their last moments fighting.
"And you in me." She said fiercely, boldly taking a step towards him. She looked into his eyes, terrified. They should have ran, it was too late now. The machine started beeping, the screen showing 10 seconds, 9..8,7..
"Well it was nice knowing ya." He said, his voice quivering slightly. 6..5...
4,3.. Chuck closed his eyes tight, but not even that could shield him from death. He sucked in a breath, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..
Sarah wasn't ready to die without crossing something off of her list. She grabbed the sides of his face and pressed her lips on his hurriedly. She let desire overcome her, everything she had wanted for the past few months swiftly crammed into one kiss.
He felt her lips on his, and couldn't quite believe it. Sarah was kissing him, it was hard and passionate and everything he had ever wanted. He wasn't going to let this opportunity slip, he gripped hold of her face pulled her closer, he felt her tongue slip into his mouth, warm, soft and overpowering. She held him tighter as he moved his hands to the small of her back.
She didn't want this to end. Suddenly he was like part of her, evolving from two people to one. She wasn't Sarah anymore, she wasn't whole person by herself, but when she was with Chuck the two half's fitted together perfectly. They were Charah. She held onto him for dear life, too afraid to let go. She didn't want to let go, she didn't want to face the consequences.
After that flash back she felt more hopeless than ever. She looked over at Chuck and his eyes met hers and they were full of confusion. She would fix this. She didn't know how but she would.
I didn't enjoy writing that but there's always the dark part of the story isn't there. I don't feel right when I'm not writing fluff, this was horrible! Anyways, it's not over yet. Review please.
