A/N: The timeframe for this story is just after "Quarantine", long before McKeller.

Gargantuan-Colossal-Mammoth thanks go out to Lone-Ranger1 for his assistance with Betas, suggestions, ideas, outline for the story, the distinctly Canadian "cultural" references and, of course, his friendship.

Gracias,

Sunny

Note from Lone-Ranger1: Massive Kudos to TheIceMenace both for making this story, and being a great brainstorming partner. That being said, this story is pretty damn funny, and I still recall Iceasking me one day "I'm doing a story about Chuck. Do you think he might have a dark past?" and it all just snowballed from there.

I really enjoy this story, and I get the feeling anyone who enjoys sitcom style humor will as well:-D

Chuck's Canadian Crime Connection

Prologue

A Single Chuck

Atlantis was a place for second chances even, if no one else knew that's why you were there. It could also be a sanctuary from the past, the present, or even the future. A single step forward and you were in a place filled with wonder, adventure… and peril.

Royal Canadian Air Force Sergeant Charles Campbell had always been content to remain in the shadows of Atlantis. In this place, he'd found peace and refuge from a life that he wanted to forget.

Here, he had friends that were closer than family, though he never thought he deserved them, a job he loved. Well, except for space vampires that threatened the very existence of all humans in both galaxies. He was happy, or as happy as he ever expected to be.

But when his secret past threatens to take away everything good he'd built for himself far from the place he'd once called home, will he go peacefully into that good night or will he open a big ol' can of Canadian Whoop Ass on them?

~~O~~

"Shit!" He spit the oath out, following it with major cursing that could have peeled wallpaper, if there'd been any on the walls of the basement apartment in Toronto, Ontario.

"What now, Boone?" His companion asked with a sigh of frustration after turning from the small window that looked out onto a street clogged with people and vehicles of all shapes and sizes.

"I can't get around the ******* firewall! We can do this in our sleep! This should have been awalk in the park." Boone kept tapping away, getting more and more irritated. Finally, he slammed a fist on the keys of the full-sized keyboard popping several keys off. They fell at the feet of the only other person in the room.

A hand reached for the keys and dropped them on the desk in front of Boone. "You broke it, you fix it."

"Bite me!"

"Already did, but it wasn't as much fun as I thought it would be." They had a short intense staring contest.

As always, Boone was the first to back down. "Okay. Okay." He carefully replaced the keys as the sound of pacing began behind him. He ignored it until he heard a gasp. "What did I do now?"

"Not you. Not this time." A grin spread across her face. Boone recognized that look and grinned back. He stood up, and the seat was immediately filled. With a distracted tone, Boone's companion said, "I just hope he hasn't changed his email address."

Boone looked at the screen to see the text of a new email flow swiftly across the screen.

"Hey Sneaker…"

TBC