Man...I'm really shit these days. Lulz. I thought I'd update in honour of the latest episode which is EPIC WIN.


"Well…that's unexpected." Chuck said after a while. The sound of a body slamming against the door brought them back down.

"Sarah take the map. I'm going to try and get him out." Chuck stared at the panel.

"Flash…flash…" He gasped as his eyes flickered. He cracked his neck, fingers flying furiously over the screen.

"Hermione. He'll be ok." Chuck said. There was a release of compressed air, Sam's body slowly floated down. Metal clamps took his arms and legs to hold him upright. There was silence on the other side of the door. Then gunfire.

"They're going to shoot the door down."

"He's in a medically induced coma. We're going to wake him up." Within the clamps holding his arms, dozens of small needles pierced his skin and injected a serum that would awake the Director.

"Opening the door…now." With a beep the glass plate slid aside releasing sterilizing gas into the room. Hermione made to move in.

"No! He has to wake up first."

"I FOUND IT!" Sarah called.

"Open it up. You two get through. I'll bring Sam."

"No. I'm not leaving him this time." Hermione said angrily.

"Fine."


'BREATHE!' that was the first thought to enter the head of Sam Singh. His eyes flew open as he gasped for air. He coughed. His senses quickly returning to him, he assessed his surroundings. A lot of blue. Cold. There was something on his arms and legs. Something solid keeping him upright. He blinked some more to make a distinct shape ahead of him. Memories and thoughts were running through his mind.


"NO!" Morrison roared. He flew down the stairs and saw Sam smiling ruefully.

"See you in hell." Morrison sprinted forward, grabbing Sam's arm he kicked him down.

"Oof." Sam grunted taken unaware. Morrison grabbed his body and threw him out one of the windows before climbing up after him. Morrison tried to pull Sam further.

"RUN!" Sam glared, he kicked out. Morrison fell.

"Three...two..." the house exploded sending the two men flying. Sam's body hit the ground hard. He rolled. Lying on the ground panting for a moment, he realized his arm was broken. He kicked himself up to see Morrison nursing a bleeding head. His foot lashed out once again. Morrison fell. Sam stood on his neck.

"You destroyed my house."

"You did that." Morrison grunted.

"Enough of-." He was cut off by a gunshot, something hard and painful hit his chest. He looked down to see blood seeping through his shirt.

"Oh...son of a-." Morrison swept his leg out from under him.

"You're not going anywhere...I still need you."


Memories of surgeries, doctors, yelling. Glimpses as they tried to save him. He looked up again as the clamps released him. He stumbled and fell forward. Someone caught him. He looked up into the concerned face of Chuck Bartowski.

"Knew you'd come." He grunted. He pulled himself up. he was in nothing but boxers. He looked up to see his wife. Her face in disbelief. In combat gear with a cut on the side of her face, she looked astounding. He made for her. They collided in a passionate kiss.


"Guys. Not to kill the moment. But we're being chased by dozens of agency trained bad guys."

"REAL? How long since my phone call?"

"11 days."

"Right. There's a corridor down here. You have transport?"

"Little Falls Mall."

"Brilliant. Any spare equipment?" Chuck handed him a gun and a spare Kevlar vest.

"This will do. Let's get going."

"Dude. You sure?" Chuck asked.

"I'm the Director of the CIA. I will not be missing this fight." He loaded his gun. They made their way down to where Sarah was.

"In." She moved the wall with a push of a button. Sam and Hermione moved in. Chuck nodded at her. Just then, they broke through the door. The agents poured in.

"THERE THEY ARE! FIRE!" gunshots hit the walls beside them. Sarah dived clutching her shoulder.

"SARAH!"

"CHUCK! GO!" Chuck turned shutting the wall , releasing an endless shitstorm of bullets upon the agents. They fell one by one till Chuck stood breathing heavily, his gun empty. Ten agents lay around the room. He pulled Sarah up, and carried her into the hidden corridor. they stared into each other's eyes before sharing a kiss.


Hermione was tending to the wounded Sarah in the back of the speeding van. Sam sat in front with Chuck as he manoeuvred the turns with expert precision. About three miles behind them, a disaster of black SUV's and sedan's littered the roads.

"Thank you Chuck."

"Don't thank me. It's my job."

"What's up with you and Sarah then?" Chuck sighed.


SEVERAL DAYS AGO...

Sarah leaned against the wall as Chuck opened the door. He was slung with bags which he dumped unceremoniously on the floor when he finally got the door open. Sarah pushed past him and made for the bathroom. He took his glasses off revealing a black eye. He shut the door with his foot. He heard the shower turn on. Given normal circumstances of the past month he might have joined her. Now he really needed some ice. He rummaged around in the small fridge and found a few cubes. He sighed as the ice hit his face. He reflected on what had happened.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU PUT ME THROUGH?!"

That was what she had said. She was worried about him. He understood that. He was being rather idiotic. He turned to go to the bathroom but Sarah was standing behind him, a sad look on her face. She approached him, taking the ice from his hand she lovingly held it to his face, her other hand caressed his cheek.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"No." he took the ice from her hand and pulled her closer.

"I'm sorry. It was reckless and you had every right to be upset."

"I just don't want to lose you Chuck."

"I know." He kissed her forehead.


One makeup sex session later, Chuck's iPhone beeped. He had set an alert on in case anything about them popped up in the database. He scrolled through.

Chuck Bartowski and Sarah Walker: Agents appear to be in a romantic relationship. Due to their current fugitive state, this information should be used against them. Using one to gain leverage against the other. Will monitor as a lover's spat was recorded earlier today.

"Damn it!"

"What?"

"Sarah…I think we need to breakup."


"Are you ready?" he asked her. She nodded silently. He kissed her forehead.

"Do we really need to make Casey think we're broken up too?"

"Should we get caught. He says something when we're putting this act on. It could shatter it. Its better this way. Safer." She nodded.

"Ready?" he sighed. She nodded.

"WELL THEN GET OUT!" she screamed.

"WE'RE DONE!" he roared, kissing her then walking out the door slamming it shut. She forced a sob and threw herself on the bed.


"I'm sorry. What?"

"We thought. That if it looked like we were over each other. They couldn't use one against the other."

"You realize that is the most idiotic plan I have ever heard. And I'm the Director of the CIA, I have to listen to these bumbling fools on an hourly basis."

"I had to protect her. It was the only thing I could think of!" the Director murmured.

"And now?"

"And now…we take out REAL."


The van did not drive to the Singh Mansion. Instead they went to a safehouse on the outskirts of Virginia. It seemed nothing more than a farmhouse, until the saw the helicopter by the barn and two identical vans parked before the house. They entered the house to face a fury of guns.

"Look who we found?" the others were stunned as they saw the smiling Director. Emotional greetings were exchanged between the Director, Hermione and his family. But that was nothing compared to when their children saw them. They leaped into their arms and held them tightly making them promise to never do that again. The others left the family to their tender moment.


Fuck me. I really AM shit. hahaha. well. Anybody have any ideas on how we're going to take REAL down? If you do for the love of god share them with me..