Author's Note: I was genuinely surprised that only one person guessed correctly who was at the door. And so those 100 points go to NickyR for their right answer.

Big thank you to Wepdiggy for the help on the chapter. I already mentioned it was his brilliant idea to break this thing up into two parts and I think this part of the chapter is better for it. If you like AUs, and since you're reading this story I can only assume you do, you should check out his own AU Chuck The College Years. It's awesome.

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"Great!" Chuck smiled brightly at her and she felt her stomach flutter. God, she loved that smile. "Let's get you out of here."

"How? The door is locked."

Chuck grinned and all of a sudden somebody was knocking on her cell door. Chuck rapped out a corresponding knock and the door slowly opened, sickly yellow light cascading into the room.

Bryce Larkin was standing in the now open doorway, a gun in hand and a cool smile on his face.

If she needed more proof that she would probably never understand Chuck Bartowski, Bryce Larkin being on the other side of her cell door was more than enough evidence to show that she never would. After what he had just told her about the past history between the two men, she couldn't imagine being in the same room as Larkin without wanting to bash his head in, and yet somehow, Chuck was still able to be around the man, let alone consider him a friend. If somebody in her life had done to her what Larkin had done to Chuck, she wasn't entirely sure she wouldn't kill them.

Larkin looked over his shoulder to check the hallway and then looked back at the two of them. "I hope you appreciate what I'm doing for you, Chuck. If Carina finds out I helped you break out of the safe room so you could come here, I think I'll probably live longer if I just turn myself over to Fulcrum now."

Chuck smiled and actually chuckled. "Bryce, if Carina finds out what I'm doing, I'll make the call to Fulcrum myself."

Chuck started to walk through the doorway but she put out an arm to block his path. "Hold on. You left your safe room so that you could come and get me?"

Chuck shrugged his shoulders and blushed slightly. "Well…yeah."

If Larkin hadn't been standing impatiently right next to them, she felt like she could have kissed Chuck right then and there. As it was, she would have to wait until they were alone before she could properly tell him just what his actions meant to her. For the time being, she would just have to do her best to make sure he got back to that safe room alive and in one piece.

"I don't think I will ever understand you, Chuck."

Larkin snorted in affectionate amusement. "Good luck. I've known our boy Chuck for years and I still don't know how his mind works."

She glared at Larkin and snapped out, "Don't talk to me, Larkin."

He gave her an unreadable look but quickly shifted his focus elsewhere. The three of them had started down the hallway, Larkin on the right and her on the left, with Chuck safely trailing behind them. The two of them had automatically taken up protective stances over Chuck and seemed to move instinctively well together. Despite that, her uncomfortable feelings for Bryce Larkin had only grown after learning what he had done to Chuck.

"By the way, Chuck, I'm just curious, but why, exactly, does Walker have the gun I gave specifically to you?" Larkin asked in a tight, overtly nonchalant tone.

"Uh…well, you know…um, I figured she needed it more than me."

Larkin held up a hand and all three of them stopped, not making a sound. He slowly peeked his head around a corner and after seeing that it was clear, motioned them to keep going. "Chuck, if Casey discovers you gave one of his guns to her, he'll make whatever Carina does to you look like a relaxing day at the beach."

"I don't care," Chuck insisted, and it really sounded like he didn't. And if Carina was right about the way Casey felt about Chuck, she doubted he had much to worry about. Although she found it hard to believe that Casey was even capable of any human emotion other than rage or hate after all the time they had spent together, but she supposed her opinion of the man was colored by the fact that he had tortured her. And that she had killed his partner…

Larkin sighed and sent her a series of hand signals that she quickly interpreted to mean: Watch out, possible enemy contact around the corner. They both burst around the corner, weapons at the ready, but only came across a dead security guard. The man was CIA; she recognized the man as one of the ever changing guards who took her to her showers. She quickly searched his body for anything useful and found nothing. She didn't like the implication that Fulcrum had already penetrated this far into the facility and felt the hair on the back of her neck tingle in worry. They could be anywhere.

They continued on their way, but she started paying more attention to her surroundings. She had gotten rusty over the weeks in captivity, but she was still one of the best.

Larkin, meanwhile, was still talking to Chuck. "I gave you the gun for a reason, Chuck."

"And I gave it to Sarah for a reason too."

Larkin turned his head briefly to look at her in confusion, his eyes quickly going back to scanning the hallway. It was quite obvious he didn't really understand, but then she sympathized, because she didn't really understand either. The sound of violence continued to grow louder. "Are you sure that was a good idea, Chuck?"

She noticed that Larkin very carefully did not look at her as he asked that question.

"You're one to talk about trust, Larkin," she snapped. She didn't really mean to, the man was completely right to be cautious and suspicious of her. But it still rankled that he was calling into question her intentions. She wasn't the one that had betrayed her best friend.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

She didn't say a thing. It would probably be better for all of them if she kept her mouth shut. She had already said too much. Getting into a fight with Larkin at the moment was just stupid.

Chuck piped up from behind them, "I told her about you and Jill."

Larkin groaned loudly and looked over his shoulder to glare at Chuck. "What did you do that for?"

Chuck shrugged. "I don't think you had much of a chance anyway, Bryce."

Larkin rolled his eyes, but he was smiling crookedly too. "Carina is going to be so disappointed. She's been trying to get rid of me for years."

They made no sense. Men! How Chuck could be so friendly toward a man that caused him so much pain was completely beyond her understanding. She huffed, "Would you two shut up?"

Even though she had started the conversation, she felt put off that they weren't giving it the same kind of gravity she was. It was serious! How could they just banter about it like it didn't mean anything? And since when did she start caring about honesty and loyalty. The fact that she was even getting upset over it was only because it had happened to Chuck, at least showed that she hadn't changed that much. She wasn't really growing a conscience, she was just defending Chuck. It was completely different.

"Like you're some kind of saint, Walker," Larkin growled. "How many relationships have you destroyed?"

Chuck quickly jumped in, probably afraid that they would start fighting each other instead of keeping an eye out for Fulcrum. "It's okay, Sarah. As you can see, I made peace with Bryce a long time ago. You'd be surprised how much closure a punch to the face can bring."

Larkin let out a surprisingly warm laugh, a hand coming up to rub his chin. "That was a hell of a right cross. Damn." He laughed again, clearly remembering the incident. "I never did thank you for that. If you hadn't hit me, I'm pretty sure Ellie would have done it for you and I don't think she would have been quite so…understanding."

They really did make no sense. No sense at all. And she was surprised to see Larkin act so human. It was plainly obvious that Chuck's presence was a huge influence on Larkin's behavior. Without Chuck around, the man was normally cold, dispassionate, and aloof. Chuck almost made him approachable. If only the man wasn't such a dick. Screwing his best friend's girlfriend? Not even she would do that. At least she didn't think so. Maybe if her best friend's boyfriend was Chuck. Maybe if she actually had a best friend. She couldn't even remember the last time she had a friend period, let alone someone she might consider her best friend.

What did that say about her that she couldn't even name the last person she considered a friend? Was she really that bad a person? Had she really lived such a lonely life? What was she doing?

She was getting distracted. She needed a distraction from her distraction. "Who's Ellie?"

"Not that I don't trust you, Sarah, but we're just going to leave that alone for now," Chuck said. His tone was hard and uncompromising and she was a little taken aback by his response, but understood. If she actually had somebody in her life worth caring about, she'd probably react the same way to somebody like her asking questions like that.

"Okay," she said. Well, it wasn't quite the distraction she was hoping for.

"Bryce should know better," Chuck said pointedly.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Larkin wince.

That was when the two men dressed in tactical gear rounded the corner of the hallway. Both sides had quite obviously caught the other unawares as neither side had their weapons in firing position. The two men had their submachine guns pointed at the ground, as they seemed to be fiddling with some handheld computer devices in their hands and talking into their radios. Both Larkin and herself had their weapons pointed toward the ground along their sides. She was sloppy. She cursed herself for being sloppy and potentially risking Chuck.

The two men were fast, but they were distracted by the devices in their hands and the obvious conversation going on over their radios. She didn't hesitate, she didn't ask questions, she didn't care that these men were almost certainly Fulcrum agents, she didn't care that she might know who they were, she just acted. Years of training kicked in and hours upon hours of painstakingly honed muscle memory activated. The Glock in her hand rose of its own volition; she assumed the classic shooter's stance and fired three times at the man on the left. She trusted Larkin to take care of the one on the right.

Her target had just about raised his submachine gun into firing position when her first shot hit just above center mass, stunning him. His Kevlar stopped the round from killing him, but thanks to her diminished muscle capacity, her arms were not quite prepared for the recoil caused by the first shot, and so her second shot was higher than the first. The second shot impacted near the vulnerable top of the Kevlar vest and right below his throat. The third missed completely and she barked out a curse at how off her aim was. The man fell to the ground, hands clawing at his chest, blood seeping through his fingers as he tried to put pressure on the wound.

She spared barely a second to see how Larkin was doing and was pleased to note that his target was already dead, two shots to his chest and one to the head. Damn, Larkin was good. Not that she wouldn't have done just as well if she was in top form, but she could admire quality handiwork when it was in front of her. She walked up to the still alive Fulcrum agent. His eyes were wide and full of pain, and he was taking in quick, gurgling breaths. It was obvious he was trying to say something to her; she only stared at his eyes. She did recognize him: his name was James Harper and he had been on the assault teams that night of the attack on Aegis Securities; the night she had been captured.

She shot him once in the forehead. She had probably done him a favor.

She immediately went to her knees, trying her best to avoid the blood around the body, and began stripping it of anything useful. With very careful maneuvering, she managed to remove the Kevlar vest from Harper's body. Other than the single bullet impact, it was still fairly useful. It was certainly better than nothing. She picked up Harper's weapon, an MP5-N she noticed in approval, checked to see if it was loaded, and grabbed as many spare magazines as she could fit into the pockets of her sweats. The last thing she took was his radio.

She clipped the radio to the waistband of her sweats and put the earbud in her ear. She briefly wondered what all this extra weight was going to do to her sweats, as the drawstring was already pulled as tight as it could go, and if Chuck was soon about to get an unintentional view of her ass, but she pushed those thoughts away. Her sweats were just barely hanging on her hips, so as long as she didn't move too strenuously, she should be safe. Turning her attention to the device in her ear, she was assaulted by the harsh, excited din of combat chatter. It did not take her long to glean how the situation was progressing.

She turned around to face her two companions and was once again pleased to see that Larkin had farmed his target of anything useful as well. He had the man's MP5-N firm in hand, his Glock tucked into the waistband of his pants, and he too was fastening his pilfered radio into place. She knew she didn't need to worry about him.

Chuck, though, was a different matter. She marched up to him, not looking at his face. She really didn't want to see how he might react to this side of her. Knowing intellectually what she had done and what she was capable of was far different than seeing her do those things in person. Besides, worrying about little things like emotions at a time like this was just not feasible or healthy. She needed to concentrate, be as business-like as possible, if she was going to get the two of them through this. She could worry about damage control later.

She shoved the vest into his hands and ordered emotionlessly, "Put this on. Don't argue with me." She chanced a quick look to his face and was surprised by what she saw there. His face was blank and unreadable, almost like what was happening had no affect on him. He even took the vest without objection, carefully strapping it on. He clearly had some familiarity with it, as he did it fast and efficiently.

She blinked quickly and darted her eyes away, suddenly feeling self-conscious and shy. This was not how she was expecting him to act after seeing her in action. If anything, his impassivity made her more nervous and concerned than if he had been looking at her in shock and horror.

She offered him back his Glock. "Here, take it. I don't need it anymore and you never know what might happen."

"Thank you," he said quietly.

She had expected him to refuse, but he simply took the Glock from her hand and slipped it into the waistband of his pants, behind his back. When she frowned at him, he sort of half-smiled at her. "I told you, I don't like them. I think you and Bryce are more than enough."

"But Chuck, something might happen to one of us and you should be ready to defend yourself if necessary."

"I said I'm fine," he said firmly.

She was not about to let this go. Did he not realize what his safety meant to her? The only reason why she was even still alive was because of him. At the moment, he was the only thing that was keeping her sane. He was all that was standing between her and Fulcrum. If he died, she honestly had no idea what she would do with herself. She'd been so broken down by this whole experience that Chuck was the only thing keeping her from getting lost in the wilderness of her own mind. He could not die.

"No, Chuck, that's not good enough. You need to be prepared!"

"We don't have time for this," barked Larkin. "An 8-man team just breached security in the South wing. We need to get moving, now. If they make it to D Section before us, we may not be able to get to the safe room." Then he stopped, swallowed, and seemed to think hard about saying anything further. Finally, he added, "Besides, Chuck knows what he's doing. Trust me."

She whirled around to pin Larkin with a glare. Just when she was starting to think that the man had his good qualities, he had to go and take Chuck's side. Bastard. How was she supposed to browbeat Chuck into doing what she said when Larkin was undermining her? Of course Chuck was going to listen to his friend over her.

"Fine," she huffed. "Let's go."

She turned and started walking back down the hallway, her head held high and her entire body alert. She didn't look back to see if they were following her.

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She was really starting to reconsider her change of heart.

She slammed another magazine into her MP5, flipped the selector to semiautomatic, and fired twice down the hallway at the group of three Fulcrum personnel currently taking cover behind the corner of a hallway and the downed corpses of two of their fellows. Neither shot did much but force the three men to duck even further behind their makeshift barrier.

She was attempting to keep the three busy while Larkin took a circuitous route through several different hallways to outflank them from behind. Only he was taking his sweet time about it and she was really starting to get annoyed at being shot at so much. What made the whole thing even more annoying and ridiculous was that she didn't even have to be getting shot at. These men were here to rescue her, after all, not shoot her. And yet shooting at her was all they had been doing for the last 10 minutes. She could easily put her weapon down, yell down the hallway that all the previous gunplay had simply been a misunderstanding, and they could all go their merry way.

The only thing that had really prevented her from doing just that was that would probably mean Chuck getting killed. And as much as it annoyed her to dodge bullets that she really didn't need to dodge, she couldn't do that to Chuck.

She fired three more times; smiling triumphantly when one of her shots finally found their mark, one of the three men letting out a yelp of pain. It was about damn time! She knew her aim was off but this was getting absurd. It never would have taken her an entire magazine before she finally hit something before this entire ordeal started. Chuck must think her some kind of joke; all bluster and absolutely zero follow through. She was supposed to be this great agent, this legend amongst mere mortals, somebody Chuck had fought weeks to persuade to his side, and yet she couldn't even do the most basic of things. How he could trust her to protect him was beyond her, yet all he was doing was sitting safely behind her, relaxed and seemingly unconcerned. Whenever she looked back at him, he smiled at her, and that always temporarily boosted her confidence. He had so much undeserved faith in her.

It just made no sense to her. She sighed and looked away from his face to peer back around the corner of the hallway where they were taking cover. One of the three men was getting brave, so she stuck her MP5 around the corner and popped off two more shots. She missed, of course, but at least the man's bravery was short lived and he quickly went back to cowering behind cover.

She suddenly felt Chuck's presence directly behind her and she looked over her shoulder to see him kneeling less than a foot away from her, casually peeking around the hallway corner over her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" she hissed at him and unceremoniously pushed him back as hard as she could.

He fell onto his ass and let out a whoosh of air. He looked up at her incredulously but she only glared at him.

"I was just looking," he pouted.

"Trying to get yourself killed is more like it," she snapped. God, he always made it so hard for her to breathe when he did stuff like that. Only now was the tightening in her chest, like a 500 pound dumbbell pressing down on her, uncoiling that he was no longer being stupid and risking himself just to get a peek at what was happening. One of these times, he was going to send her into a full blown anxiety attack. If only she had some previous experience with these kind of emotions, but she had never felt this way about anyone and it was all so terrifyingly new. She hadn't gotten so nervous and anxious over another person since her father and thinking about him only made the emotions Chuck was conjuring inside of her even more difficult to handle.

Chuck simply cocked an eyebrow at her and shrugged his shoulders. "How many times do I have to tell you? I've got complete faith in you."

She rolled her eyes. He could say he had faith in her, but she knew that it was just words. There was no way any person could ever be that trusting. And he certainly didn't trust her completely, or else he would have told her who Ellie was. She would have to earn that kind of trust, which would not be easy, as she was liable to screw it up a million times before she got it right. If she ever got it right. If she even wanted to get it right.

"You're an idiot, Chuck Bartowski."

He shrugged again and reached behind him to pull out the Glock. He fiddled with it silently, resting it in his lap. He looked up at her, his face unreadable. "I know what I'm doing."

The implication in his words and actions was obvious to her and she almost smiled. Their relationship, if even what they had could be called a relationship, sure was twisted. Chuck's not so subtle reminder to her that he would shoot her if she did something dangerous or untrustworthy actually kind of turned her on. She admired a man that could stand up to her, challenge her, make her deserve his trust and affection. Plus, he had to be a little crazy himself to even consider a romantic relationship with her so that appealed to her too. She was clearly insane to be going through this with Chuck and rejoining the CIA.

The hallway exploded with automatic fire and she hurriedly spun around to look back around the corner, just in time to see Larkin finish off the last of the three Fulcrum agents. She let out a relieved sigh and stood up. She turned around just fast enough to tell Chuck to stay put and then stepped out from behind the corner. She cautiously made her way toward Larkin and the now five dead men.

"What the hell took you so long?"

Larkin shrugged and started to take ammunition from the three men. "Ran into the rest of their team; took some time to convince them to go somewhere else."

"Are we clear?"

Larkin nodded and ran a hand through slightly sweat darkened hair. His face was dirty and there were small cuts still bleeding dotting his face. He looked like he'd been in a hell of a fight. Larkin slapped a fresh magazine into his MP5. "I also ran into Agents Black and Red, they should be clearing the last of the hallways between here and D Section. From there it's just a straight shot toward the safe room."

She let her MP5 rest easily across her front and placed her hands on her hips. "You look like crap, Larkin. Next time, I'll lead and you can watch Chuck."

"Can I come out now?" Chuck yelled, only sticking his head around the corner. His eyes were wide and flicking between herself, Larkin, and the dead Fulcrum agents.

She sighed in affectionate exasperation and nodded her head reluctantly. "Come on, Chuck, Larkin says we're almost there."

Chuck rounded the corner with a grin on his face and quickly trotted up to her. Larkin was already waiting at the end of the next hallway, keeping an eye out.

Chuck sidled up to her and said quietly, "You should call him Bryce."

She frowned and carefully made her way around the downed men taking up most of the hallway. "Why?"

Chuck clumsily made his way through the Fulcrum obstacle, grimacing and wincing every time he accidentally stumbled against a dead body. She thought it was amusing, especially since only minutes ago he had quite capably overpowered her and yet here could barely maintain his balance long enough to walk on his tiptoes. Distractedly, his eyes glued on the floor, he said, "Because I'm sure he would appreciate it and since you're going to be working together now maybe it's a good idea to be on the best terms possible with your new team?"

She waited patiently for him to join her, leaning against the wall. "Are you and I on good terms?"

"Ewwww," Chuck said and shivered as he finally hopped over the last dead body. "That was just wrong," he murmured to himself. He looked up at her and grinned sheepishly. "Dead bodies kind of freak me out," he said.

"I kinda figured that," she said wryly.

"And to answer your question, we are about as good as could be expected given the circumstances."

"Okay, so then what do I care what anyone else thinks?"

They started toward Larkin. "So what you're saying is that my opinion is the only one that matters?" he asked.

"That's right."

Chuck wagged his finger at her. "No, no, no, Sarah, that is just unacceptable." He sighed exaggeratedly at her. "I guess I'm just going to have to teach you how to be a normal person again."

"Chuck," she said amusedly, "I was never a normal person."

"Hmmm…good point." He walked very close to her and she found herself tensing up. His proximity always set her a little on edge. "You are quite extraordinary, Sarah Walker."

She blushed. She didn't want to, she didn't mean to, but she did. She always found herself blushing or her stomach knotting up or feeling a little confused and lightheaded when he said those kinds of things to her. She wished he would stop at the same time that she wished he would say those kinds of things to her forever. She actually thought that she maybe had a chance to be a normal woman when he stopped looking at her like an asset to exploit and looked at her like a woman instead.

"Would you two stop talking and hurry up," Larkin said. Then he started to shoot at something they couldn't see.

She hurriedly ran up to him and tried to get a look at whatever had earned his ire. "I thought you said it was clear?"

"It was, but your flirting is clearly slowing us down," he said tightly. "I expect it from Chuck, but I thought you would know better."

She finally saw what Larkin had been shooting at. There was a man darting around a corner, leading away from them. She could hear his frantic voice over her radio asking for assistance. This was not good. Larkin should have killed him when he had the chance.

"I am NOT flirting."

Larkin didn't even respond, he just took off at a sprint after the other man. She swore loudly and quickly began to follow him without thinking. It was an instinctual response, thanks to years of combat and a lack of experience in dealing with asset protection, and she was already down the next hallway before she even realized she had left Chuck behind.

She had little time to rectify her mistake before she caught up to Larkin and the two of them came under fire. She threw herself low, sliding along the hallway floor, her MP5 coming up and returning fire before she even came to a stop.

Larkin took one look at her, and his eyes tightened. He started to return fire as well, turning his head to stare at her. He wasn't even aiming and yet his shots seemed to come close enough to make the four Fulcrum agents they were shooting at think twice about getting creative. "Where the hell is Chuck?"

She ejected her empty magazine and quickly replaced it with a new one, switching from semiautomatic to burst mode. She lined up carefully on a man to her right and squeezed her trigger lightly. The gun retorted harshly and three rapid shots hit the man directly in the chest. She had no idea if his Kevlar saved his life or not as he fell down to the ground and stopped moving.

"I…I don't know," she said lamely. "He should be back where we left him."

"You left him there!?" He immediately tried to stand up and make a dash back the way he came, but his suddenly high profile made him an instant target and a wall of fire quickly forced him back low to the ground. "Goddamn it, Walker. That's Agent Black over there," he said and pointed toward the crumpled body in a corner.

It was the first time she noticed the dead agent and she felt a pit of dread form in her stomach. What the hell was she thinking!? She had just left Chuck completely unprotected and now one of the men who were supposed to be making sure that the way to the safe room was clear was dead. Fulcrum agents could still be anywhere, even behind them, and she had left Chuck on his own.

"I forgot, okay? I'm not used to watching over someone else!" she yelled guiltily at Larkin. She tried to get up herself but didn't make it any higher than a crouch before Larkin yanked her back down to the ground.

"Don't be stupid. You can't do anything until we neutralize these men."

That oppressive weight was pressing down on her again and she could feel her breathing start to shallow and shorten. Anxiously, she asked, "Well, do you have any good ideas?" He didn't respond nearly fast enough for her liking so she said distraughtly, "We have to do something!" Oh God, she had left him behind! What if something happened to him?

She was losing it. She was finally going to have her breakdown. She knew this might happen to her eventually; she certainly wouldn't be the first person she knew who had an emotional breakdown during combat. Sometimes the stress just became too much and you couldn't handle it anymore. It was finally happening to her. Leave it to Chuck to be the cause. Why not? He had turned everything else in her life topsy-turvy so why not this?

Larkin was muttering under his breath, "I knew it was a bad idea to bring you along." He slapped in a new magazine, grabbed her arm and shook her hard. "We can't stay here, we have to move, do you understand? Under no circumstances can we let Fulcrum get their hands on Chuck. Do you hear me? Nothing else matters but preventing that."

"I…I don't understand. Why is Chuck so important?" What was wrong with her!? Larkin was telling her exactly what she already knew to be true and yet she was sitting there like some kind of idiot asking stupid questions that didn't matter. Who cared why Chuck was so important? She had to save him!

"I'll try and draw their fire and while they're distracted, you go find Chuck," Larkin ordered. Normally she might have objected to him telling her what to do, but she only nodded dumbly. Thinking of a plan right now was too much for her brain to process.

"Okay."

Larkin counted to three and then popped up, slashing to the right, his MP5 firing wildly. Return fire immediately followed him and she had her temporary respite. She didn't hesitate any more and took off back the way she had come.

She let out a string of very loud, very biting curses at her own stupidity and the frustrating nature of her situation as she ran. Her breath came in heaving gasps and she almost slipped and fell twice, but she finally was able to retrace her steps and burst into the hallway where she had last seen Chuck.

He was gone.

And there was his vest and a puddle of blood on the floor where he had been standing.

Next Chapter: Choices, Part Four - The story goes in a pretty different direction. More action is on the horizon. Sarah freaks out, Bryce gets annoyed, Carina threatens anyone and everyone, and oh yeah, Chuck...well, you'll just have to read the chapter to see what Chuck does. That's if, you know, Chuck is even still alive...