Chuck vs the Honeymooners --
See Ch1 for notes --
General Beckman turned off the video link and sat back in her chair. She barely was able to hold back the smile, something that she really should not be doing. She was the tough task master. The leader. The one who cracked the whip. Really it was 'about damn time'. She picked up the phone.
Get me the Turners.
Chuck laid in bed, and Sarah rested on his chest. 'I could get so used to this,' he thought.
Sarah was half asleep and she tightened her grip as he shifted. As was becoming her custom, she found she slept better when the last thing she heard before she went to sleep was his nice regular breathing.
'I love this,' she thought.
Casey sat down at his couch and pulled out his empty whiskey bottle. 'Morgan.'
Morgan on the other was re-enacting the fight scene he witnesses today. 'Man those two are so totally awesome together. Wow'
Shadow sat in a large overstuffed chair, his slippered feet dangling over the edge and his wrinkled PJs only half on. Around him were empty Gator-aide containers.
Chuck man, I really did not mean you had to do the WHOLE book at once.
The Adorable Psycho looked incredibility happy, actually bouncing from one end of Sarah's mind to the other. She was so happy. SARAH, REALLY, WAKE UP! YOU ARE WASTING VALUABLE PLOWING TIME!
