Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Author's Note:

Yeah I know, you haven't heard from me in a while. I just can't get enough of Chuck. I'm a frantic avid neurotic fan that needs to get her fix. Thank god I have a couple of friends with me on the way. I got the super cool Beta Nerdetter_AllivarT, my friend KryptonitePoison and the AuditoreanGhost, whom I bounced some ideas from.

This will be totally a different universe, a couple of modifications in the timeline and character description. I hope to stay with the nature of characters but pardon me if I will sometimes let them be on OOC.

Just to spill the beans, I promise a happy ending even a decent epilogue. However being true to my speciality I think this one will be a little angsty and dramatic so read at your own risk.

Kea and I will give warnings for scenes that will need warnings like character scenes or torture scenes or gory scenes if needed like how BillAtWork does his writing, yep he is my idol so as Frea of course.

We will try to make the plot more believable as the story proceeds but please pardon as for some plot holes. We will need some feed back to improve the story.

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Chapter 1
September 29, 2010
8:03 AM
Woodcombe – Bartowski Residence
Chuck's Room

It had been a long night or life whichever you prefer to call his.

Just this once, he would like to wake up turn on the news or even just check my phone and read the announcement, "Today is cancelled, go back to sleep." But hey life can't be that simple.

How do you know where a story begins? He could start by saying he is a 27 year guy, living occasionally with his sister and her fiance the good captain. You count the fact that he has this weird attachment to walls and dark and small places as his comfort zone. Got kicked out in Stanford by 14.

Yep, unlike any other people his life was pretty much fast phased.

He was an all-state math champ, head of the debate team, holder of highest GPA in the history of their high school, been taking AP classes since the sixth grade, college sections since eight.

But he got kicked out of Stanford, blamed for things he never did.

But hey, things weren't that simple.

But thank god for UCLA, for faith or whatever unnatural forces that lead him to where he is now. He may have forgotten to mention that he is a Cardio-Thoracic Surgeon and is the head of his department at the youngest age of 26. He got out of medical school by 22. You do the math.

Always been a fan of computers and all things nerdy, even considered Computer Engineering in Stanford but after everything that happened he needed a brand new start.

A different calling.

When you're mom is a super spy and you found it out too late when she goes all out guns blazing, taking for instance being like being kidnapped and gone missing for four months locked up in a confined dark space and seeing people torture him to death you tend to be disoriented even a little bit especially when you are oh I don't know seven years old when that happen.

That's the time he started to have some aversion to open spaces, bright lights and fine some uncalled comforts on standing or being against the wall.

When his world spun a complete 180 degrees to a different direction.

And he is seriously wanting to destroy his alarm clock, he forgot to set it up yesterday. It is his day off for heaven's sake and to speak of everything that is so holy he just finished a full 24 hour shift yesterday. He knows that he is a real broken person, but could he just get some sleep? Going home from work at five o'clock in the morning, he immediately crashed to bed without turning off the 8AM wake up call he usually does.

"So much for today being cancelled." He mumbled to himself as he lift the big pillow that is over his head with his last ounce of resistance to recover his much needed sleep.

So much for trying. His alarm clock was located on a strategic location, that being above his dresser and is connected to a speaker that he deviced for it to be annoyingly enough to wake him up and far enough for him not to reach and snooze it off. He also purposely not created an app nor a remote to control the alarm clock from a distance because that would mean cheating its purpose of waking him up. He hated cheating so you get the idea.

So much for being a genius.

Grumpily he stood up, grabbing his shirt and getting some decent shorts so that he would not be on his boxers at the presence of his sister and his soon to husband they usually like to drop by during mornings after their jogging routine since his house is strategically located near the Malibu Beach.

He also forgot to mention that he is currently single.

And by currently single he meant it literally, well the email he got from Jill was like 5 days ago but he never had the time to check his email and return phone calls and text messages from everyone and everywhere because he has been practically living at the hospital for the past few months.

They were also going through a rough patch. Which they were hoping, who he meant he for one to go through. He was planning on catching Jill on Seattle after getting some well deserved vacation after the Head of the Cardio-Thoracic Division retired and everything was in transition.

But then the email came.

Chuck,

I've taken some time before writing back, because I wanted to be clear and sure what I was going to say and besides my schedule has been getting pretty crazy. It's been a concern of mine for awhile that we've been getting too serious, and since I've been gone I've been thinking hard about our respective needs and whether our relationship is capable of filling them.

I care about you. I always do, eversince Stanford and Bryce, but your dependence on me made evident from the last closing of your last email has forced me to really think about the level of commitment I can make to our relationship. I care about you so much, but this upcoming convention and my doctoral program for Chemistry is crucial in terms of my ideological and academic goals, and I cannot take on a more serious commitment. I will have to be very focused as I'm sure you will be on your new position.

In view of all things, I think it is best for us to take a break from our relationship and from each other, until we figure things out.

I'm sure you can agree with what I've said here; it just makes sense. I think it's the best solution for both of us.

Jill

Considering they have been dating for a year and been separated for like seven months since Jill had to go to Seattle to further pursue her studies, things between them had been hard. Specially that she mentioned seeing Bryce Larkin his former schoolmate in Stanford a couple of times in the past month he did have his share of doubts.

But for this matter he was lost for words.

"Happy Birthday to me" He muttered to himself.

So much for today being cancelled.

November 10, 2010
10:12 AM Rest Day
Bartowski Bachelor Pad
Malibu, LA

"Chuck, what are you doing?" He winced at the sound of her sister's voice, he mostly does this whenever caught off guard whether with a stranger or anyone. Literally. It's one of the stupid side effects of the incident, not that being socially awkward was not enough. He really had to develop some quirks that add points to his weirdness.

He is seated at his bed holding a book, he is actually trying to get his thoughts out of Jill. Getting some distractions wouldn't hurt.

He decided to crash into his house for once, even though he still get those nightmares every night. Just as bad after the incident. It is basically the reason that Ellie wanted him to stay at her place with Awesome. Not that his brother was poorly dependent but she was worried. Worried about him. The nightmares he got every night every time will get him screaming, jittery and sweaty not to mention panting or out of breath.

The variations and scenarios vary from time to time, but it still gets him as bad as the first time.

No matter how his aversion to big spaces are, Chuck's home is fairly generous for his own good. 7 rooms, 2 storey high, almost 500 square meters of lot space but having scholarship, trust fund and a hefty salary as a surgeon allowed him a couple of luxuries, aside from his house he owns a Yellow Ducati 2015 848 model and a black Aston Martin Vanquish 5 not that it makes a difference but as we watch movies and read comic books he does notice that superheroes do have cool rides and since technically he is somehow doing the same job in spirit you know saving lives, cutting a vein or artery, angioplasty and stuff he ought to have a cool ride himself.

Not to mention that he is doing a double time working even before the break up and most especially after the break up.

With Jill.

She was one of the things that had been constant around him besides his parents at high school before everything went fast forward for him. She was there, with Morgan. Not that they get along well, there were times that he saw himself in between two boulders but yeah she was there.

"Hey sis, I am reading a book. I may be smart, handsome and attractive to a fault you know, but I still need to add a couple of cents on my knowledge chest." He winced at the term he use. Talk about being smooth. Knowledge chest? Seriously?

"Not to mention humble too. But Macbeth?" Ellie asked incredulously.

Ellie and Morgan, two people that rarely disagree on things especially when Morgan confessed his huge crush on his sister the third grade and took her pillow to their Junior prom but they were both saying Jill wasn't meant for him. That she wasn't into him like the way he was. A lot of people find Jill actually annoying even loathsome. But not him. He was just what he needed.

"I had known the book from the day we met, in English Class Sophomore Year. We'd been put into groups to do an assignment with Macbeth. Me, Jill and Amy."

Amy whom after they pulled their desks together announced that she was no good in Shakespeare Crap and put down her head down on her back pack. A second later she was sound asleep.

Jill looked at him.

"Well" she said, opening their textbook, "I guess we better get started."

"This was right after everything happened, and I was in silent phase. Words weren't coming to me well in fact I had trouble recognizing them sometimes, entire sentences seeming like they were another language, especially literature. Equations w ere easier. So as science. You were there sis, you knew this."

Ellie nodded, his brother knew her sentiments to her girlfriend and she wasn't her favorite person in the world but Chuck liked her. And she loved Chuck.

And she saw the look Chuck always give when she is looking at Jill when he thinks no one else is looking. He looks like he can look at her all day.

But she never looked that way back at him. Ellie was sure.

"So of course Macbeth had totally mystified me." He continued. "I'd spent the previous weekend struggling with the antiquated language and weird names and characters, unable to figure the most basic aspects of the story I opened the book."

Staring down at his book, lines of dialouge.

Had he died an hour before this chance

I had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant,

there's nothing serious in mortality

all is but toys

Nope, nothing he thought.

Lucky for him Jll ,who was not about to leave her grade in someone else's hands, was used to taking control of group work. So she opened her notebook to a clean page, pulled out a pen, and uncapped it.

"First," she said to Chuck. "let's just get down to the basic themes of the play. Then we can figure what to write about."

Chuck nodded. All around them the different groups are also discussing about the activity. The tired voice of their teacher asking them again to settle down.

She wrote a couple of words, murder, power, marriage, revenge, prophecy and politics.

And then she looked at him asking "What else?"

He glanced down at the book as if somehow words would suddenly form together into something coherent. He wasn't actually used to someone talking to him aside from Ellie or Morgan.

He could feel her looking at him, not unkindly, just waiting for him to contribute.

"I'm sorry..." He said finally , then stopped his voice was almost shaking then he stopped/

He swallowed and started over. "I don't understand it. Actually. I really am sorry Jill. I really wanted to help you."

"I was so sure after hearing this, she'd shoot me down with the same look she gave Amy earlier. But Jill took me by surprise. By putting down her pen." Chuck continued telling the story to Ellie.

She hadn't heard this before and she would like to understand his brother somehow. She really do have a prejudice with how Jill is treating his brother, being the first girl in his life aside from their Mom and her to show genuine interest in him.

"Which part?" Jill asked Chuck looking at his notes and his book.

"Any of it." He said sounding defeated.

She didn't roll his eyes as he expected, didn't beat him to death like those guys who called his father Orion and asking him questions he don't know the answer.

From that day forward she knew Jill will be different.

"I mean, I know there is a murder plot and I know there is an invasion but the rest...are totally confusing."

"Look," She said, picking up her pen again. "it's not that complicated as you think, The key to really understanding is to start with the prophecy and..."

"She started flipping pages on the book, still talking to me and pointed a passage. Then she read it out loud and as her fingers moved across the words it was like she changed them, magic, and they suddenly made sense."

He felt comfort. Finally.

All he wanted that time, for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to him when he was seven with his father. His father was killed, right in front of him, by people he doesnt know. And his mother told him it was confidential and she was sorry.

"Someone was finally able to explain to me something sis. It was her. Someone to label the scenarios neatly in a page; this leads to this leads to this. I knew, deep down, it was more complicated than that, but watching Jill , I was hopeful. She took the mess with Macbeth and fixed it and I had to wonder if he might, in some small be able to do the same for me."

So he moved closer to her and he had been there ever since.

She knew his brother was hopeless romantic a flowers and chocolates kind of guy. The one you would not be ashamed of introducing to your parents in dinner. If only his brother know how a catch he was, he will not mope around with Jill.

So she said to him "Someday, someone's going to be thanking Jill for letting you go. You will find her little brother."

"No," he whined. "She was the one you see, you mentioned it yourself, that the way I look at her. That like I could look at her all day."

Oh so she mentioned that to his brother, silly her for not keeping her mouth shut.

"But she never looked back at you like that, she was always about books, and career. You were just a convenience to her." she rebutted.

"I know but still." he answered.

"No Chuck trust me, Jill may be your puppy love in high school or first girlfriend or even first love. But listen to me when I tell you. You are going to find someone that when you look at her, you will give her a look so different than the one you give to Jill when you think no one is looking."

"More than the I-can-look-at-her-all-day-look?"

"Yep. It will be more than like I-can-look-at-her-all-my-life-look."

Chuck looked at her sister. He once felt that way before he really like putting label on things to make it easier his life was far too complicated that he wanted it to be simple enough to understand to see the signs properly. And the way her sister answered his question it got him thinking of another girl. But he never got her name."

"Just like the one in Bogota." he whispered not sure if her sister heard him.

Ellie shouted from afar the hallway. "Yep just like in Bogota."

You got to be fucking kidding him.

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September 29, 2015

3:15 AM

Washington DC

Sarah Walker's Condominium

You got to be fucking kidding her.

Not only his 2 year partner was a douche bag for not putting her in the loop but he had to be a god damn traitor.

Bryce stole the intersect.

And he defected to the rogue organization that they had been trying to take down since spy candidate school.

Agent Walker was the epitome of not being a morning person eventhough she was recruited in the Army a 2nd Lieutenant as a Military Doctor who got injured in an encounter in Bogota , so when she received the wake up call the Director CIA in three o'clock in the morning after the nearly death mission she went into the other day dozing off one o'clock straight from Atlanta back to D.C with lethal jetlag and body injuries, you can't really blame her for being not a morning person.

So to say she was beyond pissed was the understatement of the century.

"There is a chopper for you waiting to the head quarters, be there in 20, it will take you to the airport faster you will meet with NSA Agent Casey. You two will hunt down Larkin in Los Angeles, preferably alive but bring him in by all means necessary." Says the cold voice on her phone.

"Roger that Director. "

And so her day begins.

September 29, 2015

4:20 AM

Bellingham International Airport

Undisclosed Jet Flight to Los Angeles

Things had literally went south.

Not only his now ex-partner is a traitor but to hunt him down she has to be partner with John Casey, cold school killer, elite sniper and is definitely a smirker.

She hated smirkers.

But he will do for now. Whether she admits it or not she can't take in Bryce alone, not on this level. If he is recruited by Fulcrum he has to have some back up with him and no matter how independent Agent Walker is and no matter how she enjoy doing things on her own she knows when she needs help.

Not only was his partner a douche for leaving her in a mission way back in '04 fending for herself. He also managed to frame up his random room mate into cheating and get him kicked out in college. To add salt to the wound he has to be national traitor joining on a rogue organization in throwing down the government.

He will get what he deserve. Period.

"Long time no see Walker."

"Casey." She said not looking up, reading on the files of the mission specifics and the detailed report of his breakout to the Intersect Room. If there is one thing to know about Agent Walker not only that she is the best Agent the CIA has to offer but her nearly photographic memory and attention to details.

"Los Angeles, good place for Larkin to hide don't you think?"

"Strategic, lots of people, lots of exits. We did a couple of missions in LA. Lots of contacts their as well. I tried contacting the LA FBI to lookout for him, also they will be putting check points and choke points on all possible exits. But still the area is big. But we will be looking into adding more contingency."

"The break happened 2:45 AM. Washington thought they had the cube all safe and secured, the one in the main head quarters is a decoy the original one was always located in LA. Moron figured it out for himself. Got the cube, neutralized 18 guards and blew up the whole building."

"I'm trying to double check all our possible contacts in LA, also the ones in the black market to see if there were any matches. He will be definitely doing something that we don't expect him to do so we need to cover all our bases."

"Roger that. But no offense Walker when I see him he's dead."

"So do I Casey. So do I."

A/N: There goes the first chapter. I hope this is interesting for you. Let me know what you think. Come on a couple of reviews wouldn't hurt right? If you have questions about the story, timeline, characters plot suggestions I am open to them, you can pm me or reach me via Twitter comeraincome. Cheers!