A/N: Usual warnings apply to language and sexual content. Chuck will use abilities learned/found in previous story Chuck vs The Doctor. If you have not read it, I suggest you do so, otherwise the chapter will seem a little weird during memory recall.

Chapter 10

My Life, Worst Day: Part 2

Back at the store Casey caught Morgan on his way back in. "Morgan, where's Bartowski?"

"He uhh, has some personal issues to take care of."

"Personal issues. What the hell does that mean?" Casey glanced down at the corn dog in Morgan's hand and he placed his hand over Morgan's, slowly squeezing it.

"Uh, John. That's kind of invading my personal space", Morgan says, his voice rising as he speaks.

Casey ignored him, but began to gently squeeze down on the hand holding the hot dog. "He didn't skip out of work to see the wiener girl did he?" He growled menacingly.

"No. Of course not. Besides, I just came back from lunch and Sarah was at work. She actually asked if Chuck was ok."

"And what did you tell her." Hi hand slowly tightening its grip further.

Morgan was slowly dropping to his knees. "The same thing I'm telling you. He had some personal stuff to take care of and I was supposed to go over after work and help with it. Chuck felt it was a private matter between us buddies."

"Yah. Buddies." Casey snorted as his phone rang. Looking at it, he answered, letting go of Morgan before turning to walk away into the isles to speak.

"Grump", Morgan mumbled after the receding agent.

Looking towards the front of the store Morgan began speaking under his breath. "Don't you worry buddy. I'll help you figure out what's wrong. The 'One ring' won't take you while I'm on watch. In the mean time we'll have to figure out who is passing you the goods and I think I might know who." He held the hot dog in front of him at arm's length, eyeing it as if it was a snake.

--o--

Casey pushed the door open. The Wienerlicious was empty save for its sole employee at the moment. Sarah was cleaning the counter when he walked in but stopped upon his arrival.

Not one for small talk he started right in, "What's up that you needed to see me?"

"Morgan came in earlier and said Chuck went home for personal reasons."

"That's the same line I got from him at the Buy More."

"You think something's up?"

"Oh, I know something is up. The staff are acting weird when I talk about Chuck."

Sarah frowned. "What do you mean weird?"

"I mention Chuck's name and they all say he had to leave for 'personal reasons', then turn and run. In Lester and Jeff's case, literally."

You think he's ok?"

"What I think is that you should give your boyfriend a call to check on him."

He waited while she pulled out her phone and dialled Chuck."

"Chuck. Is everything all right? Morgan said you left work early."...

"You sound distracted. Are you sick?" ...

"You know you can tell me anything Chuck. Anything." ...

"Ok, we'll talk later." ...

She hung up the phone, obviously concerned but not so much that she panicked.

"Well?"

"You heard me give the code phrase. He gave the all clear code. He said he had some personal stuff to take care of. He sounded a little disoriented or distracted and a little winded but that could be just Chuck running for the phone while playing the 360."

Casey growled. "Fine. After work I'll check the surveillance. I'll let you know if I find anything." He turned to leave but she grabbed his arm.

"Casey, I plan on stopping by tonight. Probably after supper." Her stare was intense.

He raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms waiting for the rest of her story. "And?"

"And I'll take him to work in the morning, after we have breakfast. I'd appreciate it if you weren't too hands on with the surveillance tonight."

Casey smirked. "Let me know when you arrive. I wouldn't want to accidentally catch anything. The sound of it would probably give me nightmares for a week." He turned and left without another word.

--o--

Chuck sat on the living room couch staring at the blank TV. He didn't need to turn it on for entertainment. His life of late had been all the soap opera he could handle. He sighed.

This day freaking sucked. Matter of fact the last week and a half blew chunks. Everything he did or touched seemed to turn to dust. Running the down the list of his recent failures over in his mind he organized them into a sequence of what he like to call Chuck Fuck Up events or CFU's for short. It was kind of like his own personal version of Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition or FUBAR for short. Not all of them were exactly his fault or even in his control, but he felt obligated to list them as they helped turn his life to ...well...to shit. Not wanting it caught on Casey's surveillance recordings he rattled off the latest CFU's highlights in his head.

Mis-communication with Sarah leads to a lost week of spending time with her. Check.

Got drafted into doing extra Intersect work with Casey and without Sarah. Check.

Felt physically fantastic one second, then drop dead tired the next. Check.

Almost no appetite and as emotionally unstable as a pregnant woman on hormones. Check.

Can't stop from imagining sex with Sarah yet can't carry through in real world. Check.

When brain stops thinking of sex with Sarah on its own, it wallows in self pity and loathing worse than when Jill screwed Bryce. Check-a-roonie.

And the mother of all CFU's today was, to borrow a line from Casey, the fan-f'ing-tasic news that he had been booted from the Buy More for drug abuse. Check-a-fucking-roonie.

The last CFU on the list was his life in a nutshell. What a cockamamie story. At least that would be straightened out tomorrow after the test. There was no way they were going to find drugs in his urine and he would be back at the Buy More, while Lester, Jeff and the rest of them would have egg on their collective faces.

Now if he could only score a little bit of luck and have Sarah arrive at the same time as Morgan, maybe she could shoo him away, just this once.He smiled. At least that picked up his spirits a little. It wasn't the shoo'ing that made him happier, it was what he was expecting after the shoo'ing had taken place.

With his thoughts a little calmer, he had tried to pass the time by dozing on the couch in hopes that the more sleep he got the better he would feel when Sarah got here. Unfortunately every time he drifted off he dreamt of Sarah. Her touch, her hair, her kisses. Each and every time he woke up he wanted her so bad it hurt. Some parts of his anatomy hurting more than others.

Speaking of hurt, his headache was coming back. He sighed and pulled himself off of the couch to get a couple of the Ultra Migraine Strength Tylenol. Telling Sarah he had a headache was the last thing he wanted to do tonight.

A glass of water later and loaded up with the super Tylenol he went into his bedroom.

Standing at the base of his bed he looked for things to do. As a sudden wave of depression settled in he found himself doing a slow spin, starting with the closet that he had wanted to clean up and organize. Not today.

A slight turn to the right had his eyes passing the window and locking on his iPod. Outside. Nope.

Music? He was not in the mood for anything upbeat or exciting and the thought of slow, sad songs did not thrill him and would just lead to a deeper depression. Music's out.

His eyes landed on his bedroom tv and 360 before flicking over to the computer. TV, movies and game playing? Ugh. Either too close to the depression of the music or no interest in any of it.

Turning a little bit more he found himself facing his bedroom door or the bed. The living room held no draw for him but the bed had the slightest hint of allure. That was something he knew he could do. Not like he wasn't doing it on the couch barely ten minutes earlier. Maybe the bed would offer that little bit of extra comfort needed to allow him to slip into a deeper sleep. One in which he didn't wake up with a hard on every five minutes.

With the stress of the last several days, the excessive tiredness, appetite loss and his stint back at both jobs; maybe he just needed the rest. The pills still hadn't kicked and the headache was working wonders on his eyes, forcing sleep by default. Bed it is.

Chuck closed his eyes and let himself fall forward onto his bed. Rolling over onto his back he put his hands behind his head, elbows pointing out. Keeping his eyes closed, he let the exhaustion pull him into the depths of sleep. In his downward spiral into darkness, he could feel his thoughts drift to Sarah. He didn't fight them. He just let them come as he slipped deeper. Her eyes. Her smile. Her laugh was the last one he remembered before the darkness took him.

--o--

Mary didn't know exactly how or when it happened but she had figured out what it was. He had a quality about him that was present in his lovemaking that she had never experienced before. It was love. He was totally in love with Sarah Walker and it showed in every action of his life, even in bed. She had been given a brief insight into what it was to truly love someone, during their most intimate time together. In another time another place, she might have even been that someone.

Unfortunately for her, she knew without a doubt, she had stolen and corrupted something of his; no, theirs, by her selfish actions. The tears signifying something her unconscious already knew.

It was had become clear to her what the unconscious part of her mind had realized when she replayed the sex from early that morning once more. The key had been when he had finally stopped and lay beside her whispering "I love you, Sarah" before they both fell asleep, her in his arms.

It was the memory of those few words; knowing that they were not meant for her. The pain in her chest burst forth like water from a dam, the deep heart wrenching sobs echoing in the empty room.

--o--

Chuck floated over his body, currently tied to a very plush chair. He knew this. It was the room he had been held in by the Doctor a few weeks back. Confused he floated in front of himself. He was bent over, his head down, eyes closed.

He floated closer, reaching a hand out to touch his body when he felt a familiar rush that set his skin to tingling.

He blinked and he was in the chair, his thoughts not quite his own as he remembered events from weeks past.

--

The hotel room. Darkness? No. Dark it may be to his eyes, but there is an absolutely wonderful smell in his nose, then a soft touch. The memory pieces coalesce into a complete one. He is repositioning himself into the spoon position on his side with someone who smells like Sarah sliding into place in front in front of him. The memory is of touch and smell, not once did he open his eyes before drifting back to sleep. Feeling her moving away, then moving back to his side, again in darkness.

--

The hotel stairs. The kiss and more importantly her willingness in extending it...until Casey caught them.

--

The car ride home from the mission. Her admission of feelings for him in the car.

--

The celebration at the restaurant. Her radiant smile when he came back from the restroom, then the sloppy wet French kiss she gave him at the table in front of everyone, including Casey.

--

His excruciatingly long walk back to the restaurant table, his eyes focused on her mouth as she seductively sucked the thick white icing off of her index finger.

--

A sudden shift occurs; passing thoughts flit by. I'm remembering while I'm dreaming. His mind answers and acknowledges his thoughts as correct, before the dream continues its journey.

--

He's standing the room where Sarah and Casey finally found him. His grasp on her arm. The soft kiss he gave her; a bestowal of his love, without expectation or fear. Her acceptance of the kiss and its meaning.

--

The room is dark, his nose is filled with her perfume. His vision between blinks is strangely unfocused and dark, sensing more than seeing flashes of blond hair, as it slowly moves out of sight down his body. The feel of a hot mouth engulfing him and-. The sudden flash of pain in his temples is instant and sharp, forcing the memory to fade.

--

A breath later and the dream settles but the memory has moved on. The perfume is still in the air, the soft touch of a hand is slowly tracing its way down his chest, across his abdomen and over him pausing at the base of his firm appendage.

--

He is in a bed, slightly inclined, Sarah's hair flows across his chest. A soft kiss is shared and a frisky Sarah nibbles on his ear.

--

The dream moves again, and he's at the dining room table at home, Sarah seated in his lap. His coffee in his right hand held out in the middle of the air, his left hand is under her shirt undoing her bra. The straining between his legs is matched only by the wet heat emanating through her panties while their tongues are in a battle for control of each other's mouth.

--

The memories fade and the dream seems to slide sideways before becoming dark once more.

--

The feel of hair brushes his face, Sarah's voice whispers in his ears, her hands floating across his body, her mouth is warm, but her womanhood is hot as it engulfs him and sends waves of – PAIN! His head feels like it is going to explode as memories flash like strobe lights. A hand, a breast, a mouth, the movement of two bodies as one. The breathing, the tongues...the heat and release. Each image carrying a jolt of pain.

Then a voice. A voice that is not Sarah's. "Please don't stop." A feeling of contentment from the memory, as pressure released and sleep had ensued. The pain following is anything but fulfilling or content as his head rebels from the inside. Another flash and the sound of words, "I love you." Words that are most definitely not Sarah's. The pain is excruciating bringing blackness with it.

--

Dazed, his eyes unseeing Chuck finds himself sitting upright in bed, the sweat running into his eyes, stinging them. His head felt like it had been used as a basketball at an All-Star game. His eyelids blinked rapidly as he tried to remember what happened. What the fuck was that?

His chest hurt, and it took him a second to realize he had been holding his breath, letting it out in a burst before pulling in deep shaky breaths. Putting his hands on the mattress he pushed forward until his legs were hanging over the bottom of the bed. Dropping his head forward into his hands he waited for the pain to recede.

His throat was uncomfortably dry and he expended the effort to resolve that by heading to the kitchen for water. Standing, he quickly realized that his body had other ideas as a wave of nausea swept over him, his eyes widening in disbelief as he ran for the bathroom.

Moments later he flushed and stumbled up to grab the vanity counter. Rinsing his mouth he paused mid action, his hand half way to his mouth as he scooped water from the tap to splash on his face. His hair was matted with sweat, his face was pale and sickly. Dark puffy circles sat under his eyes giving one the instant impression he hadn't slept in ages.

Staggering backwards, he moved towards the kitchen, his mind reeling at the image of his face superimposed on the dream sequences he had awoken to. Were they real? Some he knew, he remembered. Others he didn't and they were painful.

He pulled some cold water from the fridge as he tried to think of what he saw. There was no reference to go on.

Leaning forward on the counter he tried to pull the memories again, but his head felt fuzzy and jumbled.

A shower. A shower always helped make him feel better and might go a long way to clearing the cotton from his head.

Moments later the shower ran over him, his mind clearing as he thought it might. He tried to analyze his dreams. He knew that the ability he had discovered at the facility explained some of his memory dreams, but not the new painful ones.

Then again for all he knew it was some kind of weird delusional dream sandwiched around real memories. Whatever it was it didn't fit with the memories of Sarah very well, as it caused a fair amount of pain.

There was one thing he did recognize from the new nightmare dreams, and that was the voice of the person speaking. If it was real, he was in real trouble. He just needed to figure out how to find out the truth.

No one would be able to confirm his memories unless they were there and he didn't remember anyone else...

Chuck slapped the taps off, and jumped from the shower grabbing a towel as he ran to his room. He knew one person that might have been there. Figuratively, of course.

--o--

Anna walked into the back stock room, finding Morgan, of all places, inside the 'cage'. It was definitely not on his top ten lists of places to be and it surprised her to find him there. Walking up behind him she noted that his head was down, his back to the chain link door, his focus on something on the bench in front of him.

"Morgan."

He jumped of the chair, spinning and falling against the bench, his face white as he held himself up by spreading his arms out the length of the bench. "Anna, baby. Do not do that! Can't you see I'm working here."

She leaned around to see behind him. "What are you doing Morgan?"

Morgan paused as if to evaluate her for a moment, before pushing his bottom lip up into his top one and nodding confidently. He motioned her to come closer.

Laying behind him was a Weinerlicious corn dog fully dissected. A small art scalpel laying beside it.

"Are you eating lunch?" Anna said.

"No hon-bun." His voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm checking for hidden packages."

"In a corn dog?"

"Not just any corn dog. This is a Weinerlicious Gourmet hot dog."

"Ok, Morgan. I'll bite. You do know it's just a name, right? What do you expect to find in the Weinerlicious Gourmet hot dog? Money?"

"More like powdered money, if you know what I mean." He emphasised it by holding one side of his nose and sniffing.

Her face flattened of all emotion. "Morgan. There are no drugs in there."

Panicked, "Shhhhh!! If Big Mike hears he will fire us. Besides, how do you know it's not cooked into the thing?"

"Fine. Lets test that shall we." She pushed him out of the way.

"Honey. What are you doing?" His voice full of concern.

She scooped up the dissected dog and stuffed it in her mouth, forcing her cheeks to pop out like a chipmunk.

"Noooo" he yelled as he jumped at her.

Anna sidestepped his advance and tripped him, forcing him face down to the ground before she knelt on his back while she finished chewing.

A minute or so later she let him up. "See Morgan. No problem." She opened her now empty mouth and stuck out her tongue.

He stared at her, tears welling in his eyes before he jumped forward to pull her into a big hug. "You're so brave my little Anna bear."

Shocked by his hug, she nonetheless returned it, a small smile of appreciation on her face.

"Anna dear."

"Yes Morgan."

"If you get high off of the dog, can we still have sex?"

Disengaging herself from the hug she pushed him backwards, watching as he stumbled and fell on his butt. "Morgan, sometimes you're a pig." She pursed her lips and turned to walk away.

"What? Come on honey. Don't be like that. It's not like I'm asking you to take drugs. I'm just kinda running with what's already in play. Anna? Honey?" Morgan moved to follow her.

--o--