Chuck Versus a Man called Crescent
This is my first story arc guys so be cool…..
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, but I do own the characters I create. No-one steals Crescent from me, oh no no they don't.
Not the Ideal Holiday, Part 1
Chuck collapses facedown onto his bed exhausted from a whole morning of vigorous exercise, if the definition of exercise included fighting a trained assassin in hand to hand combat for over an hour with no breaks. He hears a creaking of the floorboards and through his pillow, mumbles, "Go away. Baby. Needs. Beauty. Sleep."
"Oh man, did you just have a mish?" asks an excited Morgan Grimes, Chuck's best friend. "You look totally wasted." A Casey-esque grunt comes as a reply as Chuck sits up, groaning and rubbing his bruised stomach. "You have no idea. I just spent the whole morning in a fight against a trained killer and only managed to land a few punches, whilst this is what happened to me." Pulling up his right sleeve, a battered and bruised forearm reveals itself and Morgan involuntarily draws in a sharp breath.
"That is some serious damage, buddy," says Morgan, "did you get Sarah angry or something?" "Oh no, I wasn't fighting against Sarah, it was the new guy." "What new guy?" And at that exact point the door to Chuck's room was kicked open and Daine ran in with his pistol at the ready, pointing it straight at Morgan, causing him to give a little girlish shriek and hide behind Chuck. "Put the gun away! This is my friend, Morgan! Didn't you read about him in the briefing file?"
An awkward silence falls as Daine uncocks his pistol and tucks it under his belt behind his back, pulling his shirt over it. The three of them stands there looking at each other until Morgan chimes in. "You're that new guy, aren't you? The one who was sparring with my buddy Chuck here?" Daine nods and introduces himself. "Well, as Chuck said just now, I'm Morgan – and I'm a spy too. Yeah, Beckman just phoned me and asked me to join – I'm pretty skilled, you know." Daine looks skeptically at the short bearded man, and coughs. "If you'd excuse me, Morgan, I need to talk to Chuck." Seeing that Morgan is about to talk, he cuts in. "In private." Morgan looks a little put off, but walks out, leaving the two 'real' spies inside.
"What's up, Daine?" asks Chuck. "You know, as much as I know you like fighting, you gotta tone it down when you're not actually trying to kill someone. I can't even move my back without this horrible pain shooting down my back." The other guy looks at him quizzically. "I did tone it down," he replies, "and anyways, if I didn't fight like I wanted to kill you, you wouldn't have learnt anything which would save your life in the field."
Changing the subject hastily, Chuck asks, "When are we heading out? I need to know, because I don't want to miss this movie I'm going to watch with Sarah tonight and-"
"We leave for Siberia tonight."
People bustled around the four of members of Team Bartowski as they stood in the lobby of the Los Angeles International Airport carrying several bags stuffed full of the kit they needed for the mission and a whole load of weapons (which Casey had insisted they bring). They move towards one of the emergency exits, and after a few seconds of rewiring, the doors swing open and the alarm remains silent. Proceeding through the exit, down the stairs and another doorway, they step onto the tarmac and head for a smaller private jet.
"Are we flying in that?" asks Chuck. "Finally, after all those painful hours spent trying to squeeze into economy class seats, it looks like the CIA has finally listened to me. Agent Charles Carmichael is flying first class." He does a little spin on the spot, causing Sarah to giggle a little bit, and seeing this, he leans over and whispers in her ear. His girlfriend attempts to stop herself from blushing but ends up as red as a beetroot. The Colonel grunts.
"Now is not the time for sweet talk, Bartowski," Casey says with a twinge of annoyance in his voice. "This mission is extremely dangerous and if you don't knuckle down you'll get you and your team killed." This shuts up the talkative Chuck, and they walk up to the plane, where a hostess and the pilot are waiting. "Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Carmichael! May we have your bags?" The two look at each other and start talking at the same time. "We're not married," they say in unison, to which the hostess responds with a knowing look, and Chuck continues, "but I would appreciate it if you could help us with our bags."
The hostess nods and signals to a man, who walks up and takes the bags off the four of them, grunting as he lifts them up the stairs and into the plane. They follow him up and seat themselves in extremely comfortable recliners, sighing in relief. "This is what I'm talking about! Luxury leather chairs, refreshing drinks served whenever you want – I am going to enjoy this." Casey groans as he realises that telling the moron to shut up is pointless, and Daine grins a little. The pilot's voice crackles over the intercom as he informs them that the plane will lift off The four of them are so focused on talking/arguing with one another that they do not notice the hostess unzipping one of their bags, pulling out a metal suitcase and taking out the gun, which she loads.
The plane shakes a little as it hits a patch of turbulence, and the martini Chuck is holding in his hand empties itself onto his trousers, causin
g him to go red slightly. Sarah's eyebrows rise slightly and flashes him her seductive smile. Chuck's face is now as red as a blooming rose, and he gets up and walks to the toilet to deal with his 'boy business'. The blonde can't help but giggle a little as she remembers the embarrassed look on her boyfriend's face.
All of a sudden, the hostess, accompanied by two porters, strides in and raises a gun at the three. Casey immediately leaps at her, attempting to wrestle the gun from her, and Daine and Sarah launch themselves against the two remaining assailants. The fight goes on for five minutes, and one of the porters lies heavily winded on the floor, whilst Casey grabs the other one, drives a knee into his chest and throws him at Daine, which knocks him out with a single roundhouse kick to the temple. Sarah, however, is fighting a losing battle against the larger and stronger hostess. Her dress is ripped, her face bruised and her makeup starting to run from the sweat and blood on her face.
Sarah blocks a right hook and tries to go for the choke hold, but the other woman ducks under and, sliding behind the CIA agent, snakes her arm around her neck and begins to squeeze. "You two! If you don't want to see her die, I suggest you stop right now!" The Colonel and Daine hesitate for a second, but pause. "Good," says the woman, "now get up, you useless moron, and tie them up." The winded porter struggles to his feet, and producing zip ties from a pouch, restrains the both of them and punches Daine in the mouth, whom spits out blood. "Now, let's get Mr. Carmichael out here to join the party."
Keeping her arm round Sarah's throat, the hostess knocks on the toilet door and says, "Mr. Carmichael, you've been in there for a very long time, and Ms. Walker is getting worried." A flush and a while later, Chuck steps out, only to find his entire team tied up or being held hostage. "Now, Mr. Carmichael, you will reveal the identity of the human Intersect you and your team are protecting, or," she tightens her lock around the blonde's throat and she starts choking, "I will kill Ms. Walker here and now."
Chuck looks desperately at Daine and Casey, and the latter mouths Use the Intersect and flash or I'll make you into a eunuch. He gulps, looks back at his girlfriend, who mouths a similar message albeit without the threats, and his eyelids flutter as the familiar flash of martial arts floods his mind. The hostess looks expectantly at Chuck, who now is sporting a goofy smile. "So, Carmichael. Ready to talk?" The confident Chuck shakes his head, and Sarah manages to break free and elbow the hostess in the stomach, winding and knocking her over. The restrained Colonel leans forward and head butts the porter in the face, and Chuck knocks him out with a well placed fist in his face.
"Impressive," says Daine, "and now, if you don't mind, untie Casey and I and let's get the hell off this plane before we get killed." After being freed, he rubs his wrists and head off to locate some parachutes with the Colonel in tow. Chuck turns to Sarah with a look of concern set on his face. "Are you okay, Sarah? Did she hurt you?"
"No, Chuck, I'm fine." The blonde sees a shred of doubt in his eyes, and crashes her lips onto his. After a while, they break apart, a little out of breath after the long passionate kiss. "Sweetie, don't worry. I really am okay." "I was really worried, she had her arm around your neck, and you were choking, and I was scared that she was going to-" Chuck is interrupted by Daine, who coughs. "I hate to break up this little moment of yours, but we need to go now. GPS says we're over Siberia right now, and if we don't jump now, for all I know we might end up rotting in a cell in North Africa."
Sarah sighs, straps on her parachute, whilst the other three do the same, and walks over to the door, which is ripped off its hinges the second it is opened. The cabin decompresses, sending the two porters out, but the hostess is up on her feet, holding an object which has glowing numbers on it. Squinting at it, Chuck is hit by a flash, and he recognises it as an IG-88 bomb, and it appears the rest of the team has also realized what it was. A sadistic smile forms on the hostess' face and she mouths You lose. "Move your scrawny ass now, Bartowski!" yells Casey, and he grabs Chuck, lifting him up and throwing him out the doorway. The Colonel gives off what sounds like a little groan as he steps out of the plane, and Sarah and Daine follow him.
As the wind whistles past them, Chuck cranes his neck and looks at Casey, who points at the ripcord and puts up five fingers, counting down. When he reaches zero, he and Chuck tug on their cords, and the parachutes blossoms out from their back, slowing them down immediately. Breathing a sigh of relief, Chuck looks back up only to see Sarah struggling with her parachute, which has become stuck, and continuing to fall faster towards her doom. He screams and tries to navigate himself to catch her, but she shoots past him, her arms outstretched towards him and with a look of sadness on her face.
"No!" shouts Chuck, and he tries to take the parachute harness off, but the voice of the Colonel crackles into his ear. "Chuck, don't do it! If you get out of that harness, both of you will die! Think about it, moron! Would she have wanted you to throw your life away like that?" Tears stream down the desolate Chuck's face, but he sees Daine shoot pass him as well with a determined expression and catch up to Sarah, who he grabs by the waist.
"Let go!" she shouts over the wind, "The parachute can't take both our weights – it'll break and we'll both die!" Daine responds with a smile as he pulls the ripcord, and his parachute shoots out. The rope strains as it bears the weight of the two, but the parachute holds and they land safely albeit a lot harder on a snowy hillside, followed shortly by Chuck, who immediately discards his parachute and runs over to Sarah. The blonde is lying on top of her saviour, dazed but unharmed, and her boyfriend pulls her into his embrace. The two have a moment, which is disturbed by the arrival of Casey and the wheezing of Daine, who leans over and spits out blood, staining the white snow with specks of red.
"Are you two lovebirds okay?" asks Casey, and satisfied with their condition, checks on Daine, who is having a more serious fit of coughing. The Colonel fishes out an inhaler from nowhere and hands it to the other guy, who gratefully accepts it and takes a few shots, calming down after a while. Chuck walks over to him and helps him up. "Thank you for saving Sarah," he says. "All in a day's work," replies Daine, "so there's not really any need to thank me – I'm sure you would have done the same for me."
"I hate to break up this little happy reunion of yours, but let me remind you that we still have a mission on our hands. First, we need to get over to that town, find out where we are, and then try to contact an informant I know who can get us there." "Can it wait?" asks Chuck, gesturing at Sarah. The Colonel grunts, turning away from them and marching down the slope towards the town. "Not an ideal holiday, is it, sweetie?" sighs Chuck.
Like I said, only one update per week now, but I hope I'll be able to do more. Anyways, please review and maybe give some ideas.
P.S. I do not condone what happened in the latest episode of Chuck. Removing the Intersect and then blowing up Orion's base (which only ever appeared around four times) was totally not cool. Thus ended the lesson.