This is an idea I've had for a while now, and this prologue has been written for a couple months. You DO NOT have to watch Chuck to understand this, it's just the basic idea. Basically, he's a spy and this is a spy story.

It's based on Chuck-the show-but with noticeable differences. Anyone from Who canon is fair game as a character, and the different agencies will be further explained later on. Note that both 10 and 11 will be in this; Ten is the Doctor, Eleven is John Smith. Just so you know.

Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. Not even a Buy More product.

Plastic

Prologue

Silver linings were hardly worth the storm, John Smith realized, although too late. Running through the dark halls with only the city lights pouring through the windows to guide his way, John thought of the girl he had loved since they were children. He'd only told her how he felt a month ago, before he was pulled into this hellish nightmare.

This assignment wasn't supposed to take weeks to complete. It was supposed to be a quick job. Get in, get the program, get out. But, of course, things never went to plan and he and his partner had been betrayed at the last minute. Betrayal led to capture, which led to torture, which, unfortunately, led to John having to make a hasty escape after three weeks of solitary confinement in a cell. Really, the Stormcage Containment Facility could do with some upgrades. It wasn't like the Shadow Proclamation didn't have its own spies in the system anyway. Or so he hoped.

Because this escape was way too easy.

Fortunately for him, John's prison-commissioned boots were broken in and silent against the concrete floors. He raced down a staircase, jumping over the last half-flight entirely. His hair had grown significantly during the last few weeks; he kept having to brush his fringe out of his eyes. His facial hair had grown into a quite impressive, yet scraggly beard that itched his neck whenever he turned his head.

Prison should come with complimentary razors, he thought.

Distracted by thoughts of his unkempt hair and what his-admittedly sexy-partner might think when they met back up, John nearly missed the corridor he was looking for, having to quickly change direction and run back, hoping his partner didn't make a similar mistake. Their escapes had been carefully planned so that they could meet up and steal the Nestene Consciousness from these terrorists.

The incredibly bright white corridor ended in a single white doorway. He immediately tried the handle-unlocked. River must have beat him here. A grin on his face, John flung open the door and launched himself into the room. Inside were rows upon rows of desktop monitors, all active with scrolling lines of numerical code across the screens. In the back of the room at the center of the last row sat River Song, John's partner.

He smiled at her form and walked to her after closing the door. Noticing his approach, she looked up and gave him a wide smile and a wink. "Hello, sweetie." Turning back to her work, she added, "Almost done downloading the program. They've used some really impressive coding. Although I must say, it's not nearly a big enough challenge for us."

Grinning at her, John pulled out a flash drive and shoved it into the USB port, the blinking green light on the device acknowledging the connection. Typing a few commands into the computer before him, John started rambling like he always did when he was anxious. "Could use a bit more security around the Nestene Consciousness. Really, did the Mainframe want to make this easy to steal? Personally, I feel that-"

Whatever the end of that sentence was, John never got to it, for when he raised his head to see River, all he saw was the barrel of a gun. No matter what happened next, John knew that time was of the essence. Eyes flicking down to be sure the computer program was still uploading to the flash drive, John raised his hands above his head and slowly backed away from the workspace.

Holding the gun was a dark-haired woman with heavy black eyeliner and a long neck. There were two bald men in suits holding guns trained on River, and three more in the back of the room. "Tasha Lem," John said, a rather forced smile splitting across his face, "long time, no see."

"Oh, John Smith," she commented. "Many, many intelligence organizations in the world have wanted the Nestene Consciousness, but they were all too afraid. Nobody wanted to go first."

"I did," he said, inching his way back to the computer modem where his flash drive was plugged in. If he could only reach the button on the back side...

"I was counting on it," Tasha said, giving a toothy grin in return, using her thumb to flick off the safety on the gun. "And I was hoping for a bit of a game, honestly. I gave you one hour to escape and find the transmitter. Too bad you ran out of time. Not that we were ever going to let you leave."

River's eyes met John's briefly, and he knew they would be okay. Between his brains and her brawn, they would still escape. He just needed to keep talking. "Oh, I don't know," John said, trying to stall. "I can be very persuasive."

"I know," she flirted. "I remember Skaro quite well."

John laughed and nodded. "Too many margaritas with the little umbrellas, but you were a bit of a pushover."

She suddenly turned serious, finger hovering over the trigger. "Your time's up, John Smith. It's been a pleasure, but I'm afraid you grew too close to us. But because I like you, I won't make you watch me kill your partner."

"Please, Tasha," River said, but her tone was not pleading; she was not begging for her life. In fact, it seemed rather like she was trying to gain control of the situation. But before John could even think of what to do next, River burst into action, pulling a knife out of her boot and flinging it at the guard with his gun aimed at her. A shot rang out, but River was faster. She kicked the other guard in the shin and grabbed his gun, putting a bullet through his brain, and then another in the other man's chest. "Put down your weapons!" she ordered of the rest of the room.

Tasha looked around slowly, and gave a brief nod, leading the others in putting their weapons on the carpeted floor. River took a few steps toward Tasha, smiling at John as she came closer. Standing equidistant from Tasha and John in a sort of triangular formation, River met John's eyes and jerked her head toward the computer.

Sensing her drift, John completed the uploading process so that the program was successfully contained on the flash drive. Safely ejecting the device from the computer, John let out a deep breath and slid the drive into his pocket.

Moving to rise from his knees to his feet, John was surprised when the barrel of River's gun was suddenly aimed at him. "River," he began to say, but she cut him off with her own words.

"John, be a dear and hand over the program," she commanded, not a hint of a smile on her face. He finally realized what was going on: River Song was an agent of the Mainframe, and had betrayed him. There was only one thing left to do. As he carefully extracted the flash drive from his pocket, he pressed a nail into the screw behind the lightbulb, a secret safety device he had implanted in case he was captured before taking the flash drive back to UNIT. The program would be sent via email to a previously specified contact in John's address book: his university roommate, Rory Williams.

John handed over the flash drive, and River accepted it with a smile. "Sorry, sweetie." And pulled the trigger.