A/N: I was looking though the old maybe I'll write this folder and found this. I'm guessing no one cares about a story about this. The plan was to do it very much like Lights, Camera, Action. Anyway, it's kinda funny, and I thought some of you might like to see what crazy crap my mind comes up with.
A/N2: Welcome to a very different kind of Chuck fanfic. Before we begin, please know I have all the respect for the beliefs and customs of the native people of Alaska. I don't know if Nantinaq and Kushtaka exist, but there are thousands of years of lore and tradition. Confused? Don't be, it's me, it's Chuck, it's insanity. I hope you enjoy, Choices Were Made.
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck.
The scene opens with Morgan Grimes standing beside several computers. "Hi, I'm Morgan Grimes, otherwise known as Chuck Bartowski's heterosexual life partner." Off to the side, someone audibly groans. "By now, you have seen, or heard of, the YouTube sensation, The Chuck and Sarah Show. It's the show where they travel to various location around the world, to try and debunk the supernatural, cryptids, and all sorts of phenomena. But do you know the behind the scene story of how it all started?"
The scene shifts to the one of the most famous scenes from Chuck and Sarah's first adventure.
The two are squatting, in the dark, peering intently. A light mist is falling, and they both look very on edge. Chuck is holding something, pointing it in the direction they are both looking. "You know, Morgan has this theory that everything that happens, can take wild turns, based on choices everyone makes," Chuck whispered.
Sarah turned toward him, studying him intently. "However," Chuck continued. "Morgan would argue that big things…no matter what choices you make in live, are going to happen. He would say that what is meant to be, is meant to be, regardless of the choice you made."
"Chuck, that is absolutely fascinating," Sarah said in the same whisper, a bit of irritation on her face. "But what, and let me emphasize this. In. The. Hell. Does that have to do with the question I asked you? Can you point out to me where the animal is making those sounds, using your thermal camera?"
"I said all of that, because I'm trying to figure out what actions and choices I made in life that led to me being in the woods with a CIA agent-"
"Former," Sarah corrected.
"Former," Chuck repeated. "Where we are hearing something moving, but there is no heat signature on the thermal camera." Chuck showed her the view screen.
She yanked it away from him. "You have to be using it wrong," she insisted. She pointed it at him and saw him show up in red and yellow on the screen. She looked up at Chuck. They heard a loud snap of a stick, or possibly a branch and they both turned toward the sounds. Sarah pointed the camera in the area of the sound, and the screen showed no heat signatures.
"What in the hell?" a gruff voice said from behind the camera.
"Casey, do you have any idea what could be making those noises and not leave a heat source?" Chuck asked.
"I mean we do have some technology that could hide someone," Casey replied. "But here's where I'm stumped. If someone is using a ghillie suit, then they are going to be careful and not make noise…unless they want us to hear them."
"Well that's not more terrifying at all," Chuck muttered.
"Are you sure the camera's not malfunctioning?" Casey asked.
Chuck turned the thermal toward Casey, and showed it to Sarah. "You're on there," Sarah told him. "I mean, listen, it's dark, it's rainy, we've heard the stories, the legends, and I think it's just our-"
She went quiet and her eyes went wide as a loud, almost wail, came from the direction they had been hearing other noises coming from.
"What the fuck is that?" Casey muttered.
"Well," Chuck said, his face clearly pale on the IR camera. "That's what Morgan would call-"
"Don't say it," Sarah said quickly.
"A Bigfoot call," Chuck told Casey.
Sarah let out a breath. "I said not to say it."
The picture cuts back to Morgan who is standing there, proudly standing and nodding.
"That's exactly what it was," Morgan mouthed. "So, how did one nerd, and two former government agents end up in Alaska, hunting…Bigfoot….Nantinaq….or even a legendary creature known as Kushtaka? What led to these three becoming one of the most popular YouTube shows of all time, even though somehow Casey isn't even in the title of the show?"
"Grimes!" came the growl off of camera. Morgan visibly straightens.
"For the first time, we can now tell the story of how the first hunt came to be. How three people found themselves in the wilds of Alaska. A place where in 1972, Hale Boggs, Nick Begich, two other passengers, and the twin engine airplane they were traveling in just…disappeared."
"Will you get on with it!" came a louder growl.
"Join us on the channel for the story," Morgan quickly blurted out. "Don't forget to Like, Subscribe, Push that bell for notifications, Rate, and Review. That's the Chuck and Sarah show on YouTube. See you there!"
Morgan glares off to the side of the camera. "What is your deal, Casey? It's not like you're being chased or anything?" Morgan stands there, his hands on his hips. "Well?"
"I think this is a bad idea, that's all," Casey mutters.
"Probably," Morgan agreed. "I mean, haven't all you trips?"
"Christ," Casey muttered.
A/N: Make sure to Like, Subscribe, Rate, Push that bell for Notifications, and Review, or Casey will growl at you. See you soon with the beginning of a very different tale…but again, it's one of mine, so you know what happens.