A/N: Hello! Look, I don't want to ask you to take it easy on me because this is my first Fic, so I'm not going to do that. I am going to ask you to provide constructive criticism, if you somehow manage to find something worth criticizing. :D
A/N2: Also, here's the thing. I have ideas, but, they mostly revolve around situations, like, not a completely fleshed out story, just an interesting predicament/situation, and how characters would react in those circumstances. So honestly, if you're looking for a cohesive, well though out backstory here, then you're in the wrong place. Just FYI. I want to get into the situation quickly and see how Chuck thinks through things and reacts. I hope that all makes sense.
Chuck vs Duty
"Why did I want to get out of the car?"
That. That is the question I'm asking myself right now, and the answer to that question is the same as the answer to my other big question; "Why do I want to become an agent?". The answer to both of those questions is: the women. Ok, that's a joke, it's kind of incredible that I'm still able to keep my stellar sense of humor in this situation. Plus, I have my eyes set on only one woman: Sarah Walker.
Sarah Walker, the beautiful, intelligent, witty (even though she won't admit it), badass superspy that was sent to protect me when I got the Intersect locked inside my brain. She was the one who told me not to pursue being an agent. She said I could do incredible things without having to put my life on the line, that I didn't need to do that, like she does. She told me I had other opportunities outside of being a spy, other things I could do to help the world, the "greater good". I told her I was going to do it because I wanted to help people, I want to help people, I want to do something with my life. I need to, and being an agent, that is something I believe I can be great at, and maybe even change some things on the inside for the better. I told her I'm doing it and I want her to help me. After I told her that, she begrudgingly conceded and has been by my side, as a mentor, ever since. That was nearly four months ago.
And so that's how I got myself in this situation. Ducking behind a big ass wooden crate in a dank, dingy, very dark warehouse at 1:32am. Alone. With who I assume are Fulcrum agents hot on my trail.
"Get the FUCK out here Bartowski!"
That statement sends a chill down my spine. My palms immediately start sweating and the hold I have on my Sig P226 sidearm tightens until my knuckles turn white. I'm breathing heavy now, but I'm trying to be quiet, so I feel like I'm choking on air. I'm officially freaking out. Not because bad guys are after me, no, that happens pretty frequently actually. I'm freaking out because they know my name. My name, Chuck Bartowski. How could they know that? My identity is one of the most closely guarded secrets in the CIA. I'm still the only human Intersect after all.
"Come with us Chuck. We can do incredible things together."
Honestly, kind of generic, and they're not making a very compelling case here. I'm not going to work with them, they must know that. They want me to believe we could work together, but really, they want to torture me, bleed me of every little bit of information the Intersect has, and then dispose of my body. I shake myself slightly because I never used to think like that, I used to see the good in everyone, or at least look for the good in everyone. Now I just look for the lies.
The gun in my hand isn't mine by the way. Casey gave it to me before we broke in tonight.
"Don't fire unless you absolutely have to moron."
And I haven't fired the gun. Not because I'm scared. Not really. It's because I don't want to kill someone, the idea makes my stomach knot. Speaking of Casey and Sarah, they were right beside me, but I'm not quite sure what happened to them when the ambush started. I'm not proud to admit it, but when the gunfire started Sarah told me to take cover and I didn't even try to help her. I just ran.
"Sarah? Casey? Can you hear me?" I whisper this into my watch. No response.
"Chuck, we want to help you." One of the Fulcrum goons yells into the darkness of the warehouse.
I can hear them walking, searching the warehouse, looking for me. I have another terrifying though; "I can't let them have me.". If they got their hands on me they would torture then kill me, but they'd probably get information out of me first. As much as I'd like to deny it, I would probably break under the intense pressures of torture, and the information I might give up could lead to the deaths of other agents, maybe Casey and Sarah, or even the deaths of innocent civilians. I refuse to have that be my last act on earth.
I look back down at my still sweaty palms, holding the gun I was given. I don't know how many people are actually looking for me in this place, I didn't really get a good look at much when the gunfire started. "Some spy I'd make." I think to myself bitterly.
"We're gonna find you Chucky. Just come out and make this easy for everyone, I don't want us to get started off on the wrong foot."
I continue to stare at the gun.
"Sarah? Casey? Where are you guys" I again whisper into my watch. I have the emergency beacon pressed in and the light at the top of my watch is blinking red indicating the beacon is active, but I'm not convinced it's going to be very helpful here.
No response.
I know what I have to do. I can hear the footsteps of the Fulcrum agents nearing my crate, my temporary sanctuary. I know there are at least three of them, I can tell by the footsteps. Never before have shoes pounding on pavement sounded so menacing, so dangerous, so final.
"Sarah, Casey. If you guys can hear me, I just want to tell you that; Casey, I consider you a friend and I'm pretty sure you like me... even though you only call me moron. I know your a decent man inside... You can't fool me. Sarah, I... I just want to say... I like you... I mean... I really, really like you, like, I like you as much as one person can like another person... You know? Anyways, I'm... I'm not gonna let them take me. I can't."
A/N3: Soooooo... I'm not quite sure if this is good or not, and I've got one more chapter I want to do, but, I'd really like some feedback on this first, so I can get an idea of what I might be doing right and what I might be doing wrong. I'd appreciate a review if you'd like to leave one, if not that's cool too, I hope you enjoyed!