A/N Waffleman, I said I'd post a new chapter if you did, so here you go :D
Same reminder as before, Morgan, Ellie and Awesome know about Chuck's spy life. Anyways. . .
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If only sleep could be that easy for me. . .
After tossing and turning until three in the morning, I finally fell asleep only to be greeted by an unwelcome nightmare.
The scenes of the accident playing again and again. . .
"Chuck, just go I'll be fine! You are the Intersect, you need to be protected!"
if he would have just listened to me. . . Well, I wouldn't be here, but the cost of his current mental state wasn't worth protecting me.
"Sarah I can't." "Chuck just go."
I had pleaded. It wasn't about my safety, it was about him. Why was he protecting me? That was by no means his responsibility.
And then I confronted the Fulcrum agent , he aimed and I closed my eyes the gun went off. . . I didn't feel any pain. . . Until I opened my eyes and saw Chuck bleeding on the ground. He'd just taken a bullet meant for me. . .
That scene played a few times until I found myself in an unknown location. It was dark, but nice in appearance. It was homey. And that's part of what made the scene so eerie.
I could hear my name being called by a familiar voice. It was Chuck.
I followed the sound of his voice into the room I quickly recognized as a nursery. I was frightened by what I saw, and not because it was some horrific image, but because of what I recognized immediately what I was seeing. . .
A little boy. . . Curly brown hair, warm olive skin and those green specked brown eyes. . .
"Chuck?" I breathed still shaken by the image.
"Shh....He's still asleep." I hadn't noticed before but the young boy was holding a baby. A baby with those same green and brown eyes. . .
I was speechless. I had gone from a mixture of pain and anguish to a feeling of fear and despair.
"Sarah." The boy said quietly. "Sarah wake up."
And my eyes snapped open, and I saw Chuck sitting over me.
"I thought you were gonna sleep forever. Were you having a bad dream or something? You don't look okay." Chuck said.
"It's okay I'll be fine." I said, trying to shake the images of the nightmare. "Did you sleep good?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah. It was kinda hard to sleep in a new bed. Well new to me at least. But it was fine." Chuck replied. "How about you?"
"I slept fine." I lied.
"Seriously you can't enjoy sleeping on the floor. You can sleep up here tonight." Chuck smiled brightly.
"Thanks Chuck." I wasn't sure if I could resist his offers much longer.
"So, um, when we're not saving the world what do we do all day?" Chuck asked.
"You feel like going somewhere?"
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After we both got up and got ready we got in my car and drove to the Buymore.
When Chuck was being discharged from the hospital Dr. Faraday had suggested that we expose Chuck to things that might be familiar to him, that could trigger his memories.
And if anything would be familiar to Chuck it would be the Buymore.
As we walked into the Buymore Chuck looked around and he looked like the doors to heaven had just opened.
"Why are we in an electronics store?"
"Because Chuck, you work here at the Buymore."
"I work here? This is. . . .this is amazing." Chuck took small steps forward like he was afraid that the store was merely a figment of his imagination that would disappear if he stepped forward too quickly.
Chuck was being so incredibly. . . like himself.
Chuck wandered toward the video games and before I could follow him I noticed Morgan in the home theater room motioning for me to come and see him.
I walked across the sales floor and into the home theater room.
"Sarah, I heard about the accident, are you okay?" Morgan asked embracing me. I hadn't expected a hug from Morgan but then again I'd learned if anyone in my life was full of surprises it was the employees of the Buymore.
I softly returned the embrace and backed away readjusting the bandages on my arm.
"Yeah Morgan I'm fine. How much exactly have you heard?"
"Well I heard the 'official report' but Casey told me about the mission. Chuck really looks out for you."
"Yeah, he does." Even when it's not his responsibility. "He'd rather put himself in danger than see something happen to us."
"Us? Who you and Casey?"
I had forgotten that we hadn't gotten around to telling Morgan about the baby yet. We weren't telling much of anyone right now, because we were hiding the fact that I was pregnant from the government. Of course that plan was never longterm seeing the CIA will find out eventually.
"Um. . . Not exactly."
"Sarah are you and Chuck gonna have a. . . "
"Mmhmm. We are."
"Wow that is. . . something else. I can't believe it. My little Chuckie is all grown up and starting a family. . . How long have you known?"
"Um, a few months actually. I'm sorry but we couldn't tell you before now. Government stuff."
"Nah, I get it, it's cool. You gotta do what you gotta do right?"
Morgan's words had a certain irony because I had something that I had to do right now: I had to tell Morgan about Chuck's current situation.
"So where is the pops-to-be?"
"He's, um. . ." How exactly was I supposed to tell Morgan, Chuck's best friend that the accident had caused Chuck to have the mentality of an eight year old? "Well, Chuck is playing a video game over at the demos right now but. . ."
"But what? Is something wrong Sarah?"
I slowly nodded. "Yeah Morgan, there is. Um, when Chuck woke up in the hospital he. . . We found out that he was experiencing a lot of post traumatic stress and his brain didn't know how to deal with it and. . ."
"And?"
"And to save his brain he sort of shut down and. . . And he's lost a lot of his memory."
"What? How much of his memory?" Morgan asked, with an admirable concern for Chuck's wellbeing.
"About. . . About twenty years worth." The sting of tears in my eyes reflected the pain I was feeling.
"Wow. So he thinks that he's eight?"
"Yeah." I said quietly.
"Are you okay? I mean this situation sucks and it hurts me a lot to know about it, but I mean you're his girlfriend." Morgan said, apparently playing his role as Dr. Morgan PhD.
"No I'm not. But I'm not worried about me right now. I'm worried about him." I looked out of the home theater room and saw Chuck, obviously enjoying the game he was playing.
As much as he seemed the same as before, it was obvious that he wasn't that same Chuck. Right now he just looked like a little boy trying to figure out how to play a video game.
Morgan put his hand on my shoulder. "Thing's will be okay Sarah."
"Do you want to go talk to him?"
"Can I?"
"He was talking about you yesterday at the house. He said you guys went to school and were good friends and that you. . . liked his shoes?"
"That was in the second grade. I remember that's when he started rocking the Chuck Taylor's! I'm more of a Vans guy myself but. . . but you don't care about any of this do you?"
"Not really. But he does." I smiled, fighting off more tears.
Morgan smiled.
"I'm gonna go talk to him."
The fact that he was still going to be a best friend to Chuck even though he wasn't the same, said a lot about the character of Morgan Grimes. . .
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