I don't own Chuck

"So let me get this straight," Stephen began.

"Honey," Mary said, trying to calm him down.

"I left my kids!?"

"Well, according to him I left first and messed up his head," Mary reminded Stephen.

"I'm still trying to get over being a doctor," Devon muttered.

"Will you all stop?" Ellie said, making the room go quiet. "I will walk us all through this, if that's okay?" Everyone nodded, making Chuck giggle. No matter where she was, Ellie still knew how to command a room. "Mom left when we were kids, dad left some time after?" Chuck nodded. "I helped raise you…me," she said, pointing at herself. Chuck nodded again. "I went to UCLA, met Devon, both of were us in medical school. Then you went to Stanford, and got kicked out because Bryce framed you for cheating on a test to keep you out of the CIA…which he was already in?"

"That part would have been better than what actually happened," Bryce muttered.

"Honey, we forgive you, you need to forgive yourself," Mary told him, rubbing his shoulder.

"Jill…" Ellie turned to Bryce, her eyebrow raised.

"I did not sleep with Jill," Bryce insisted. Ellie chuckled.

"Went her own way and you hid out in the Buy More for five years, did I get all of that right?" Ellie asked. Chuck nodded. "Then it gets weird."

"I created an Interloop?" Stephen asked.

"Enterprise," Bryce corrected.

"Intersect," Chuck told them. "You're making it sound like I'm crazy." Everyone exchanged glances.

"There's a reason I wanted you to tell us everything out loud, Chuck," Rye said gently from the other side of the room where he had heard everything. Everyone turned toward the doctor. "A computer program in your head, Chuck."

"I know," Chuck began.

"Your parents abandoning you, and child services not stepping in," Rye continued.

"But," Chuck protested.

"Everything that happened in your life, that was significant, every important moment, a clandestine government agency was involved," Rye finished. "Chuck, your brain has been through absolute torture the last seven years. It shut your body down and did what it had to do to protect you, to let you heal."

Chuck sat there. He glanced over at his parents, seeing their eyes, pleading with him to accept reality. He looked back over at Rye.

"No one is expecting you to accept, overnight, what really happened, but what we are asking, hoping, and praying it that you will listen to those that love you as they tell you what they've been through, what really happened, and how much they love you." Chuck cleared his throat and gave the slightest head nod. "Chuck, for seven years you believed the world to be a certain way. No one thinks that today, tomorrow, or even six months from now that you aren't going to think about that life, but what we are asking is you live here, with us."

"I hear you," Chuck began, and then trailed off.

"But it all seems so real," Rye said, nodding. "What if we bring in someone to talk to? Someone that isn't invested like everyone here. Someone that can talk to you in a safe space. You're not going to leave here for some time. We need to make sure your brain is okay, we need to make sure there is no relapse, that you can walk. Everything is paid for by Stanford."

"Okay," Chuck said nodding. He felt the sense of relief from his family. They were all there, his family. "So….what did happen?"

Bryce got a guilty look on his face. "Do you remember the class with Fleming, Psychology and Symbolism?"

"Sure, the class I got…." Chuck trailed off. "Yes," he said. "Yes I do."

"We, me, you, and Fleming all wondered if we could track your recognition and created a halo with probes that we attached to your head. You called it your tiara."

Chuck laughed. "I did love Wonder Woman."

"Yeah," Bryce agreed. "You had it on, had just started the test when…" he trailed off and looked out the window. "No one to this day is sure what caused the power spike on campus, but electricity basically ran back in on your brain."

"Ouch," Chuck said. "That's was the accident." Bryce nodded.

"Yeah, since then…since then one of us has been here just about every day," Ellie told Chuck. "Jill…Jill felt horrible, but she couldn't keep coming, and…she found someone else. She got married last year, and she's happy."

"Good," Chuck told them. They stared at him, shocked. "What? I mean, yes, she hurt me in…you know what I mean, but I want her to be happy, you know?"

"Same ole' Chuck," Bryce murmured.

"And your girlfriend?" Chuck asked. Bryce shrugged. "Bryce?"

"It's hard to love someone…to be what they need, when you're wracked with guilt."

"You shouldn't have been," Chuck began.

"No, it was my job to make sure it was safe, it was-"

"It was an accident, Bryce, something we've been over a thousand times," Stephen reminded Bryce gently.

"Do you think all of this is still fake, Chuck?" Rye asked. "Tell me, what is more believable, this…or a computer program in your head. Every move you make, surrounded by clandestine government agencies. Which of these sounds like the real world?" Chuck couldn't answer.

Mary patted his hand. "Listen, you've had a long day, and we know you have a session scheduled with John Casey in the morning." Chuck groaned. Mary began to laugh. "I will say, him having an itchy trigger finger in that other world is apropos given what all I've seen him do to you while you were in that comma. He kept moving you, giving you therapy."

"I owe him a lot," Chuck said softly.

"Here, Chuck," Rye told him. "Here, in this world." Chuck held his gaze but said nothing and didn't react. "Okay, let's let him rest. See you tomorrow." Everyone gave their hugs and said their goodbyes. Rye was the last to leave, pausing at the door. "Once you accept where you are, then you can begin to heal." With that Rye left.

Chuck laid there, thinking of one person, and one person only. Sarah Walker.