I don't own Chuck


Casey returned from his supply run, frowning. He handed Sarah a bag and told her that Beckman had insisted he bring it to her. Sarah grinned and looked inside. "Thank you," she told him. Casey grumbled about lady feelings and lady things and wandered off. When he came back, Sarah showed him everything she and Chuck had done.

Chuck was sitting in one of the chairs in the common room, his eyes drooping. He hadn't flashed like that in some time, and he was becoming tired. It wasn't long before he fell asleep.

After he fell asleep, Sarah turned to Casey and asked him to keep an eye on Chuck. Casey nodded, and Sarah headed toward the front of the large room. Casey began to read a book, and after about an hour, stretched his neck to see if he could see Sarah. Chuck's feet were sprawled out on the coffee table, and Casey "accidentally" (Totally on purpose) kicked the table, waking Chuck, as Casey turned the page.

"Sorry," Chuck said, wiping the drool from his face. "Where's Sarah?"

"Went that way a while ago," Casey said nodding toward the direction of the computer at the front of the room. Chuck sat there. "Numbnuts, go check on her."

"Don't you think it should be you, since I'm well….me, and you're…well…you," Chuck said, thrusting his hand in Casey's direction.

Casey sighed, closed his book, and sat forward. "You are the dumbest smart guy I know." Chuck started to protest but closed his mouth, there was a chance he was right. "There is nothing physical that she needs to be protected from or might be threatened by."

"So why does she need me?" Chuck asked.

"Christ," Casey groaned. "Numbnuts, she's up there looking through her history trying to figure out how many she's killed for Graham's personal agenda."

"How do you know that?" Chuck asked.

"Because that's what a good person would do," Casey answered.

Chuck was silent a moment. "So when are you going to?" Casey blinked in surprise. "You're a good person, Casey."

"Get your ass up there before she shoots me for hurting you," Casey growled.

"You're a good person, Casey," Chuck said in a sing-song voice as he started toward where they thought Sarah was.

"Ain't no need to be insulting," Casey muttered, picking up his book.

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Chuck found her, exactly where Casey thought she's be. She was staring at a stack of files. "Wha'cha doing Sarah?" he asked.

She never looked at him. "Staring at the people I murdered for Graham's gain." She slowly turned toward him, tears falling from eyes. "I searched for a few, and they were normal, sanctioned kills." Chuck didn't say anything, letting her get it all out. "And then I found one, that made no sense. It was like the file you found when Graham was in Saigon."

Sarah looked down at her hands. "So I did a search with my name and Wayne Tisdale and pulled up that file and six others," she said softly. She raised her head looking at him. "I murdered seven people for him, Chuck. Seven." She shook her head. "No, nine," she corrected herself. "The last two, the men who were behind this that aren't in this computer." She looked up at the ceiling. "And one of them was innocent."

"He was," Chuck agreed. Sarah whipped her head to look at him. "I'm not going to bullshit you, he was." Sarah closed her eyes. "But, Sarah, you have to understand, you did it on an order and you saw nothing wrong with the order that was doctored." She looked away, shaking her head. "Graham did you wrong, but he did mold you, made you his weapon, and he pointed you at people and destroyed them, by using you. And-and, I know that doesn't help you right now, but it is not on you."

"I took an innocent life," Sarah said softly.

Chuck stood there, having no idea what to say. He walked over, offered her his hand, and she took it, standing quickly, wrapping her arms around her. "We will get him."

"I know, the problem is how many more will he kill before we do?" Sarah asked. Chuck had no idea.

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She had finally sat in her chair, Chuck in his, and he went through the files, flashing. He knew that was killing her as well. She knew how he was feeling and the flashes were making him uncomfortable, but he told her he was going to do this, to get her answers. At the end, they were all dirty. None of them were guilty of what Graham had them accused of, but they were all into different illegal things, and to a degree Chuck thought the world might be better off they were gone.

Chuck didn't understand why Graham didn't just bring the correct charges, and that's when Sarah told him; control. Control of them, control of her. Controlling their deaths. She was asleep, and that's when it hit Chuck why the two of them were such thorns in Graham's side. Neither of them were now controlled by Graham. If Graham knew what was in Chuck's head…

He glanced at Sarah, who had finally fallen asleep, turned to the computer, took a deep breath and typed in his name. A single record was returned. Chuck stared at the number, hopped up, and went and found it. He studied the document and was stunned to see it was submitted by a former college professor. It was then, he read the words that made him flash, Project Omaha.

Chuck rushed back to the computer, and began to type. Multiple files popped up. Chuck printed the paper, wishing he could make the printer quieter. He ran and pulled everything, bringing it back to the desk. He picked up a file, but something felt wrong. He picked up another, then another, then another, until he stopped, staring at the one in front of him. He opened the file and found the notes of an agent with the code name Frost. His mind threatened to seize, but it didn't. He continued to read until it mentioned the person Frost was protecting; Orion. Chuck began to flash, as it assailed him, his chair spun, and as the flash ended, he pitched forward, landing on the floor, lying there, prone.