This is a new story I decided to create. I am bored and writing gives me relief and something to waste the days that Chuck isn't on TV. Just a week left, I can barely wait.
I do not own Chuck.
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Chuck hits the alarm clock next to him. He admires the picture of him and Sarah from Halloween. Sarah has the Princess Leia slave outfit that makes Chuck smile everyday. "Hey, my love," Chuck whispers as he tenderly rubs the image of Sarah. He climbs out of bed and stretches. He makes the bed and walks over to the bathroom. He brushes his teeth thoroughly with a battery-powered automatic toothbrush. He walks out to the kitchen area.
"What's for breakfast?" He optimistically asks. He pulls out a box of cereal and some milk from the refrigerator.
"Sounds good," he briefly smirks as he fills the bowl. He walks over to the table and sits down and starts eating.
"What's on the agenda today?" He asks, looking at a computerized schedule on the wall next to him. It is a state-of-the-art computer screen that has touch capabilities. He skims over his schedule.
9:00-Weight Lifting
10:30-Shower
11:00-Debrief with Agent Franks
1:00-Lunch
2:00-Sightseeing
3:00-Video Game Session
4:00-Debrief with Agent Marston
7:00-Dinner
8:00-Television Session
10:00-Sleep
"Seems pretty routine," he shrugs, "I wonder where we'll get to go today?"
"Maybe we'll get to see the Eiffel Tower," he joyfully says. "I've always wanted to." He finishes eating his cereal and washes the bowl under the sink and places it in the dishwasher. He checks the clock and it displays 8:45 am. He walks over to the weight room.
"Need to keep up my self image," he jokes as he puts weights onto a bench press bar.
"You don't want to lose that," he implies lightheartedly.
After he does his consistent routine of bench press, lat pull downs, triceps extensions, bicep curls, military press, and a five mile run on the treadmill; he stretches and heads for the shower.
"Good workout," he feels satisfied.
"I didn't think you could do that last bicep curl," he sounds amazed, "but you did it."
"I know," he acts surprisingly content. "I didn't think so either. Sarah would be proud"
"That she would, that she would."
He gets into the shower and cleans the layer of sweat he built around him from working out. He dries himself off and puts on a suit and slacks with a white dress shirt under. He looks at the variety of ties he could choose from.
"Red tie?" He questions, holding it up against him in front of a mirror.
"Too hitman-ish," he replies.
"Yea, I thought so too," he grabs a blue tie with dark blue diagonal stripes. He judges himself in the mirror. After thinking about it, he smiles. "This will work," he declares with confidence.
"I always did like blue."
"Me too," he responds as he ties the tie on. He ties his Chuck Taylor shoes and heads for the debriefing room. He walks in to see a 42" screen surrounded by 20" screens. They all have the NSA logo spinning on them. Chuck glances at the clock that displays 10:58 am.
The biggest screen changes to reveal Agent Franks. Chuck immediately stands at attention. Franks is tall and handsome. He has dark hair and brown eyes. He is always friendly with Chuck.
"At ease, Chuck," Franks states annoyingly. Chuck immediately falls back into a relaxed position. "You know you don't need to stand attention, right?"
"I'm sorry, sir," Chuck apologizes," I'll try to remember next time." He grins sheepishly.
"And you can call me Craig," he implies with the slight tinge of annoyance that Chuck is so formal.
"Yes, sir, uh, I mean Craig," Chuck slips up. Craig smirks as he opens a manila folder in front of him. "What do you need today?" He asks innocently and caring.
"Do you know Khalik Abdul?" Craig asks as he shows a picture of a man. Chuck feels his eyes roll back as a flash consumes him.
"Ah, Mr. Abdul," Chuck says knowingly, "he would be the leader of the Shijad terrorist group. He has hideouts in Afghanistan, Pakistan, and India."
"Thank you, Chuck," Craig slides the image off to the side and holds another picture up. Chuck's eyes roll back again.
"Jackson Browning. Age 28. Central Intelligence Agency agent. Last mission was four years ago in Mexico," Chuck supplies information on the person. "Oh, and he is part of Fulcrum."
"Good job," Craig cheers Chuck on as he places the picture in its own pile on the table.
"How about this person?" He lifts another picture that shows it to Chuck. "I just need to know if they are Fulcrum." Chuck's eyes roll back.
"No, he isn't Fulcrum," Chuck responds simply. Craig places the picture in a third pile. Over the next hour and a half, Chuck lets Craig know if each person is Fulcrum or not. By the end, Chuck is starting to feel woozy and keeps his composure in front of Craig.
"Great job today," Craig happily admits. Chuck smiles, feeling satisfied with his job. Craig neatly stacks the piles. The one that holds the Fulcrum agents is minimal compared to the one that is not Fulcrum. "That will be all, Chuck. Have a good day," and the transmission ends.
"That was a good sesh, huh?" He says contently.
"I thought so," he replies.
"Well, it looks like it is lunch time," he walks out after glancing at the clock that was rounding 1:00 pm. He walks into the kitchen and pulls out a sandwich roll, turkey, lettuce, tomatoes, and mustard. He makes himself a sandwich and pours a glass of water. He spends the next thirty minutes eating quietly at the table. After he finishes, he washes the dish off and places it in the dishwasher. He refills the glass of water and gulps it down. He then places it in the dishwasher and sits on the couch and waits patiently.
"I cannot wait to see where they are taking me today," he anxiously states.
"Hopefully to Paris. I've always wanted to go there!" He exclaims happily.
"Oh, I know! Me too!" He cheers. "We can only hope," he says as the time finally hits 2:00 pm.
He walks into the virtual room and stands there anxiously. The room lights up and shows the beach of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. He looks around amazed with his eyes wide open.
"This is amazing," he says, absentmindedly. His mind is just staggered over the beauty.
"I know," he agrees.
"Look!" He points to the mountains.
"It's the statue of Christ the Redeemer!" He yelps in surprise.
"It's crazy how you can see it all the way from the beach!"
"I know," he agrees again. He sits in the recliner chair and just soaks in the beautiful sights.
"It's so beautiful," he comments softly.
"You can say that again," he jokes.
"I wish Sarah was here to see this," he confesses happily.
"Me too, man. She'll be back from her mission soon enough." The next 45 minutes go by in a flash as Chuck scans everything he can. The screen turns dark and the room turns back to its pale, white walls. He walks out and checks his schedule.
"Video games?" He asks rhetorically.
"Yes, please," he happily jokes as he settles himself on the couch. He turns on his Xbox 360 and puts in Call of Duty 4. He puts his headset on and starts an online game. As the game goes by, he is fairly satisfied with how well he is doing. He commands his teammates where to go.
"Watch the left flank," he says into the microphone. "I'll cover you," he assures as he aims the sniper scope down the street on the level. His mind traces back to seeing Brazil and he just can't help but tell someone. "I was in Brazil today. The beach is so beautiful," he states in awe.
"Sure, why not," someone responds through the headset.
"No, seriously. It was amazing. You need to see it," Chuck defends his position.
"I wish I could check it out, but I need to get through high school first," another person chimes over the headset.
"Don't worry," Chuck assures him, "you'll see it sometime."
"Hopefully," the kid says, "can you take that sniper in the window out?"
"No problem," Chuck clicks the stick down as his avatar holds his breath and aims on the guy's head. Bang! The gun recoils back and a "+100" appears on the screen. "Got him," he lets his teammate know.
The next thirty minutes go by quickly. Chuck has a grin on the whole time as the clock quickly reaches 3:50. He finishes the game, turns the console off and walks into the debriefing room. The large screen flickers on to show Agent Marston. He is in his early 30's and is classically handsome. He keeps clean shaven and has wrinkles around his mouth to show he smiles a lot.
"How's life, Chuck?" he optimistically asks.
"Great!" Chuck happily exclaims. "I was in Brazil earlier!"
"Wow," Marston goes along with it and pretends to be shocked. "Did you see that famous statue?"
"Yea! All the way from the beach!"
"Good for you. It's good to know some people in this world are still having a good time," Marston tries not to wince. He has become great friends with Chuck and it is painful for him to go along with Chuck when it is so depressing. Chuck is just foolishly grinning at the compliment.
"So, how's life been treating you?" Chuck happily asks.
"Pretty good. My wife wants to have a baby," Marston nervously explains.
"That's great!"
"I don't know if I could be a father yet," he fearfully confesses.
"Oh, don't give me that," Chuck dismisses Marston's last comment with an animated hand gesture. "You'll be a great father," Chuck assures him confidently.
"Thanks, Chuck," Marston calms down. "You always know how to cheer me up."
"That's what friends are for," Chuck happily admits. Marston smiles to the best of his ability, hearing Chuck call him his friend just feels so wrong to him. "So, is there anything you need?"
"Nope, just checking in on you," Marston replies. He wanted to call Chuck his best friend but he couldn't bring himself to say such a nasty lie.
"All is well on my side," Chuck joyfully gestures.
"Well, it was good to see you again."
"It was great seeing you too. And remember, you'll be the best father a child could have."
"Thanks, Chuck. Bye!" He says happily.
"Bye!" The screen goes blank and back to the NSA logo spinning around. "Well, looks like we have some time to spare. What should we do?"
"Call of Duty?" He asks unsure if that is a good idea.
"You can never say no to that," he happily walks off to the couch and turns the game and TV on.
After a couple hours, he realizes it is time for dinner and turns the system off and walks over to the freezer. He examines everything in there and picks a lo-mien chicken noodles microwaveable meal. After it is done cooking, he puts it on a plate and sits at the table.
He reminisces on the times he would eat dinner with Ellie, Devon, Sarah, and Morgan. He has a silly smile on as he eats the food quietly.
He turns on the TV and flips through the channels and stops on the SyFy channel. He checks the guide to see that it is one of their B-rated movies on. He checks the movie channels and Escape from L.A. is on. He watches it, remembering what Holly wood looked like the last time he was there, which was just about a year ago. He thinks to himself and realizes in four days, it will be exactly a year.
The movie ends and it is rounding 9:45 pm and he brushes his teeth and strips to his boxers. He rubs the image of Sarah that is on his nightstand. He smiles as he remembers her and then sets his alarm clock for 8:00 am. He climbs into bed and falls into a blissful slumber.
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"I'm not ready Sarah," I confess to Sarah, frightened for my life. "I'm not ready to disappear."
"No, I know," she looks so sad.
"I want you to talk to Ellie and to Morgan, and my friends, and…" I am so terrified, I can barely speak coherently. "… Tell them, I don't know. If I'm supposed to be dead, just say something that will make it okay. That will make them feel alright." I wish I could just tell everyone why I am leaving or at least say goodbye to them.
"Just make sure they know how much I love them, you can do that right?" I need them to be alright without me. "Of course you can, you're Sarah, you can do anything," I mumble to assure myself. Sarah is the most amazing person in the world. I see a small smile appear on her face. It is so relieving to see. "And hey there's a silver lining to this too, you know? Because we're not working together anymore. Which means," I may as well admit my love for her. This is no time to be my shy self. "We can go on a date. You can come by my cell and we could hang out and tell me who the president is." I joke to see her smile. She looks so sad and sorry. It isn't her fault that damn pita girl found out I am the Intersect. How could we have known she planted all of those bugs?
"And maybe, uh," I reach for her hands and she lets me hold them tightly. "We could see how we really feel," I try to stay strong and admit how much I care about her.
"Time's up," Longshore interrupts before Sarah could give me any confirmation. I look at Sarah with a grim smile on and walk over to Longshore.
"Chuck!" She calls my name. I turn around looking for some kind of hope. "I'll save you later," she insures that she'll come back for me. That means she wants to be with me. She does love me! I smile at her, knowing everything will be alright. She is going to come back for me and we will get to be together. This is like a great thing underneath this horrible situation.
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If you took the time to read, this is if they never caught Lizzie, the Pita girl at the end of the season 1 finale. Chuck was forced to be placed in an underground bunker and this is how is life is. And yes, he is talking to himself throughout. If you caught it, it has been about a year since then. Sarah will be in this, don't freak out. Please review with any ideas you may have or if you are confused and I'll clear it up in the next chapter.