A/U Chuck and Sarah are recruited out of high school. (Or in Sarah's case when her father is arrested while in high school). They first meet during the summer after they graduate where they will train together.
Disclaimer: I do not own Chuck, if I did it would still be on tv and I do not mean in syndication form or repeats. Even though technically the show didn't last long enough to earn syndication.
Jennifer Burton hated high school. Sure she was smart. One of the smartest kids in the school. Only the nerds were really smarter than her but she didn't care at the moment. She hated that her father put her in this position. She hated that her only way out was to join the C.I.A. She really hated high school though. Her fellow classmates were a bunch of Dick Duffy's in her opinion. Her teachers were only good for an occasional sympathetic glance. She had no friends hell she downright gave most people the cold shoulder. Her dad had always taught her to keep people at a distance. If you kept your distance people couldn't hurt you. God how wrong he was. The amount of comments from her classmates that she had to endure when her father was incarcerated was grating on her nerves. What she wouldn't give to be able to throw a knife into Dick Duffy's perverted neck everytime he looked at her with that stupid smug smirk on his face. It was bad enough when the only comments she heard were about her braces or how her hair was a hot mess or how her clothing was out of style. She couldn't wait to graduate. The C.I.A said that they would train her before sending her off to Harvard. She was at least somewhat ecstatic about that because it was Harvard. One of the most prestigious schools in all the world and she would get to go there with a completely new identity. During the summer her braces would come off and she hoped the C.I.A would let her dye her hair blond. She was already letting it grow longer. Her father always saved there money for more important things and would always buy the bare minimum in beauty products for her. She was happiest to get away from the tag-team duo of her personal hell Dick Duffy and Heather Chandler. Lately Dick Duffy had started making comments about her dad and her being lonely. That Dick was lucky she was staying with a C.I.A operative who was in charge of her welfare until training otherwise she would have invited him over then beat the living dog crap out of him. Then she would have called the cops and claimed he fell down the stairs while simultaneously shoving him down the stairs. Unfortunately fantasizing was the only thing she could do. Heather Chandler was clearly jealous that Duffy was constantly hitting on her and she had started to ridicule Jenny way more than usual. So when the end of the school year hit she was more than happy because it would be the last time her name would be Jenny Burton. Sarah Walker would hopefully have a better life.
Sarah Walker went outside with her C.I.A handler Jesse. Jesse was a fifty year old soon to be retired agent. This was her last assignment to drive Sarah Walker and a Charles Carmichael to there training ground. They both climbed into a black porsche that Jesse would soon be handing over to Sarah and her future partner Carmichael. Although she had as of yet let Sarah know that the car would be hers. She did let Sarah know that there would be one other person, a boy, that they would be picking up before they got to the training facility. Sarah didn't want to meet this guy. She figured that he would be a cocky ass just like all of the other guys in her school, possibly more so because he would soon be a spy. She also thought that Charles Carmichael was a pretty stupid spy name. So when they arrived in Burbank and pulled up to a house with a tall, lanky, lean and somewhat attractive guy in Sarah's opinion. She feared the worst and decided to give the guy the cold shoulder.
Chuck went outside and waited by the curb. He packed what he thought he would need for duration of his three month training program. He hoped they would supply him with anything he might of let slip his mind, considering there was only so much he could fit into one suitcase. He couldn't believe he didn't ask more questions of Director Graham. He felt ill-prepared and slightly moronic for not being as ready as he should have been. He thought hopefully that his first impression wouldn't be a complete disaster and that his trainers wouldn't hold it against him for the remainder of training. So finally when he saw a car pull up to the curb and the driver's hand motion for him to get in. He bent down and grabbed his suitcase by the handle. He dragged it to the passenger side of the car but before he could reach for the handle the door swung open and out stepped a girl. A girl around his age he surmised quite brilliantly in his own humble opinion. At first glance Chuck thought she was extremely pretty. She had amazing blue eyes and she looked like she kept herself in shape. Chuck quickly switched hands on his suitcase and stuck out his hand right. The girl seemed to hesitate before she took it and let go soon after.
Chuck: Hi I'm...
Sarah: Charles Carmichael. Yeah I know. Why is your hand so clammy.
Chuck's nervousness seemed to multiply at her question and statement. How did they figure out his secret name that he always imagined he would have after becoming a billionaire.
Chuck: Sorry, it only does that when I'm freaking out or when I'm nervous. Or at this current moment in time both of those options. Sorry, I tend to babble. What's your name?
Sarah accidentally let a smirk grace her face at his hurried explanation before quickly schooling her features.
Sarah: I'm Sarah. You get to sit in the back with the suitcases.
Chuck: I , uh, great thank you.
Chuck slid his suitcase into the car next to Sarah's in the back seat. He then climbed the rest of the way in the car. Sarah felt slightly bad because she made him climb into the back, but she quickly dismissed the feeling. She still wasn't sure if this guy was an ass or not. So far he seemed like a nice guy but she still didn't trust him. Chuck then introduced himself to Jesse.
Chuck: Hi I'm Charles Carmichael, but you could call me Chuck.
Jesse: Hello Mr. Carmichael. I'm Jesse, but after this little drop off I'm officially retiring from the spy game.
Jesse started driving towards their destination as Chuck excitingly sat up in the back.
A/N: I decided to end it here for now. Until next time. Whenever that tiny man in my brain pan tells me to write more or he'll call me names.
