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Note: This ficlet isn't binding to any of the Chuck verse muses mentioned it as they're used without permission but hopefully done justice. This ficlet is very long and probably not one I'm completely satisfied with, but here it is. Also, if you haven't seen episode 2x11, events of it are mentioned in the text so, just a heads up, there are some spoilers.

April 22, 2019

Ellie sat on the couch at the safe house with her head bowed. She was so tired of not knowing what was going on, begging for someone to tell her something.

Agent Thomas Denworth took a seat next to her. He shook his head before addressing her. "Dr. Woodcomb, I understand your frustration. I really-"

"With all due respect, sir?" Ellie interrupted, "I just would like to finally know the truth. Why are my husband and my daughter in danger?"

"It has to do with someone in your life. You see-"

"Someone I knew? Who did I know that was a spy or...whatever other sort of person that would be of interest to you?" Ellie was quite confused.

"Well, I think Agent Carmichael will certainly answer all of your questions. Though...I still don't think it was wise of superiors to allow him to speak with you just yet, but he insisted, several times." Agent Denworth then got to his feet. "He'll be here shortly," he added, before leaving Ellie all by herself once again.

"Why would it be any big deal to this 'Agent Carmichael' anyway?" she asked herself out loud.

While only five minutes had passed, it certainly seemed like an eternity to her. She heard someone approach from behind and didn't bother to turn around. "Let me guess, you're Agent Carmichael?"

There was no answer but she heard someone walk towards her. When the agent took a seat next to her, she turned and upon seeing the agent, she was reminded of Libby's description of the 'angel' that saved her over a year ago. Her jaw dropped and she began to back away from him, her eyes becoming very wide. She began to ramble nervously, "I-it can't be. It can't be. Y-you died. I was at your funeral. Y-you can't be here. Unless...Libby was right. Unless, s-she really saw an angel that day who's here now."

The agent's lip quivered slightly and Ellie continued to tremble. The agent bowed his head and began, "I-I'm not an angel or a ghost or anything. But-"

I-is it really you? )

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count (excluding the note at the beginning): 3,382
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ooc: [livejournal.com profile] literary_james and [livejournal.com profile] laws_of_dawes used with permission. Hopefully I did them justice!

Gift ficlet. Follows this and inspired by this RP.


"I'm still calling James," Chuck declared. True to his word, he took out his iPhone and dialed James' number.

A few minutes later, when James arrived, Chuck opened the door for him. "I can't believe you started without me."

"Yeah, but we only watched the theatrical release version, so it's not like we saw the whole movie." Chuck replied with a smirk as James entered. It was then that he noticed a long jump rope in James' hands. "Just in case," he commented, holding up the rope, causing Chuck to snicker.

The boys joined Rachel and she glanced at the rope in James' hands before asking, "What's that for?"

"In case we need to use it," James replied.

"What, so I can hang myself before I have to watch another movie in the trilogy?" joked Rachel.

Chuck shook his head. "No, no! Don't talk like that, Rachel! We-"

"-thought we might need this to get you to finish watching the story," finished James, grinning as he did so.

Rachel put her hands on her hips looking very unamused.

"It was a joke," Chuck explained with a sheepish grin. "Really."

"Did you really think we'd tie you to a chair for over nine hours?"

Rachel looked at both Chuck and James and shook her head, smiling just a bit. "You two are going to drive me crazy."

Chuck put his arm around Rachel, "Probably." He grinned and returned her half hug from earlier. She smiled at him and shook her head.

After releasing Rachel from the hug, he linked his arm with her right arm and James linked his arm with Rachel's left. Puzzled, she asked, "What are you two doing?"

Chuck and James began leading Rachel towards the TV room and James explained, "You're still only a third of the way through the trilogy."

Rachel gasped and turned to glare at the boys before declaring with a growl, "I hate you both."
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August 10, 2019, 3:13 AM

A scream from Libby's room pierced the silence of the safe house. Chuck was immediately awake and he paused only long enough to grab his gun off the top of the nightstand before dashing into Libby's room.

He saw his niece sitting up in her bed, trembling as she clutched the flowered comforter for dear life. Chuck quickly scanned the room, looking for any intruders that had harmed her or were about to do so.

Libby turned, still shaking. Her lip quivered and she softly stammered, "I-I'm s-sorry."

Ellie was now behind Chuck, completely panicked, and fearing the worse. "What happened?!"

Libby bowed her head and Chuck slowly approached her, hiding the gun under the backside of his shirt. "It was a bad dream," she softly said.

Ellie made her way to Libby's bed and sat on the edge of the mattress. She stroked her daughter's hair, giving her a warm smile. Chuck sat down next to Ellie, looking relieved.

"I scared you, didn't I?" Libby asked with a sniffle.

Chuck and Ellie both nodded.

A tear rolled down Libby's cheek. "Can I stay with you tonight, Mommy?"

"Of course," her mother sympathetically replied as she held out her hand. Libby took and it and was lead into her parents' room.

Chuck meanwhile took a moment to once again make sure the area was safe and then went back to his own room.

* * *

9:14 AM )

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 734
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Part of the ongoing plot of [livejournal.com profile] valrichards kidnapping. The storyline list can be found here.

It was a relatively slow day at the Buy More. With the past week being a wash out and this being the first sunny day in awhile, people were probably outside enjoying the good weather.

Morgan approached the Nerd Herd desk and noticed his friend Chuck was surfing the internet on his computer. "Is it just me or is there no one shopping today?" he asked his friend.

"No, it's not just you, buddy," Chuck replied, looking up from the computer screen. "I've only fixed one cell phone in the three hours I've been working today," "We're basically caught up on everything that was brought in too."

"Wanna do another round of 'Make a Movie End a Lot Quicker?'" Morgan suggested.

Chuck grinned. "That sounds promising. Is Big Mike-"

"He's at lunch."

"All right then. I'll be over in a minute," Chuck replied with a grin. He turned to look at his screen again and his browser was displaying CNN's website. He glanced over the major news stories on the screen and one caught his eye, one of a missing girl. "The poor kid." As he read more of the story, he felt himself slip into a trance-like state and before his eyes flashed a series of images relating to a group known as the Front Range Crime Syndicate. A moment later, he snapped out of his trance, gasping slightly.

I better find Casey, he then thought to himself. He didn't want to wander the store aimlessly to find him so he picked up his cell phone and dialed Casey's number.

"What?" Casey growled when he picked up.

"Um...you better come over here. I kinda," Chuck stopped himself and glanced around to make sure no one was nearby. When he saw no one near him, he continued, "Need to talk to you about something."

"Fine." Then the connection ended.

Casey arrived at the desk in less than a minute. "You rang?"

Chuck pointed at his computer screen at the story he flashed on.

"Yeah, missing kid. Sad story. What about it?"

Chuck lowered his voice. "What do you know about the Front Range Crime Syndicate?"

Casey raised an eyebrow. "Violent organization. Known for planning attacks to further their goals. Controlled a crime ring in Colorado for awhile. Most of 'em are in jail though. Why do you ask?"

"I think they're behind this kidnapping."

"What? Bartowski, are you-"

"Well, why else would the-" Chuck stopped himself and looked around, making sure no one was nearby. The coast was clear once more. He then whispered, "Why else would the Intersect display their files when I read this story?"

Casey sighed. "Fine. I'll run this up the flag pole and see if we're to get involved. For now, go find your idiot friend. He was bugging me asking me where you were."

Chuck nodded. "Okie dokie." Then he walked to the video camera department where Morgan was waiting.
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May 31, 2019

So much had happened in the past three months. A decision was made to locate Ellie, Devon and Libby to a CIA safe house guarded by a small group of agents while other agents were assigned to deal with the threat of Fulcrum. For weeks, Ellie wished to get answers as to why anyone would be after her and her family but was told next to nothing. Finally, just over one month ago, Ellie learned the truth about her brother being alive as well as being a CIA agent and the Intersect. Ellie became quite overwhelmed with both joy and anger upon discovering the truth. She knew he faked his death to protect her, but the thought of being lied to...to go through all that grief...she wasn't quite sure how to react.

It took Ellie some time to finally accept all this...and some time to agree to allow her brother to be one of the agents guarding her family.

Chuck entered one of the guest rooms and started making sure the place was safe for the evening. He heard something approach from behind him...though the footsteps sounded rather soft on the wooden floor. Turning cautiously, he then spied a young girl poking her head into the doorway of the guest room.

"Hullo," she said softly as she took a step backwards.

"Hi Libby," Chuck replied.

Libby stepped forward and continued to cautiously look at Chuck. It was so strange to see him again. A little over a year ago, he had rescued her from almost being kidnapped. When she had asked him who he was, he had told her he was her guardian angel.

Now that her mother told her that her uncle was alive and was now an agent protecting them, she wasn't quite sure what to believe.

"So...mommy says...well...that's you're an agent and stuff," Libby said.

Chuck nodded and knelt down so he would be at eye level with his niece.

"I kinda hoped you really were an angel," continued Libby with a noticeable sigh.

"How come?" he asked as he raised an eyebrow at that comment.

"Cuz the agents...well...kinda are mean to me." His niece then bowed her head. "Not all of 'em...but, yeah."

"They're mean to you? Why would-"

"If I ask 'em anything, they act like I'm bothering them." She paused and then added, "I'm not...um...bothering you, am I?"

Chuck shook his head as he smiled. "Not at all."

"I was kinda wondering if being mean kinda went with the job," Libby said as she took a hesitant step forward into the guest room.

He thought for a moment. )

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count (not including quoted text): 1,364
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February 1, 2018

Libby Woodcomb sat on the plush couch, opened the old photo album and began to flip through it. Pictures of her mother and father with other family members and friends were all neatly arranged on the glossy pages. Her mother Ellie noticed her looking through the album and took a seat next to her seven year old daughter.

"Can't sleep?" Ellie asked.

Libby shook her head. "I'm scared. The bad man almost got me."

Ellie put her arm around her daughter. "I was pretty scared for you today too."

"I don' hafta to go to school tomorrow, do I?" asked Libby, timidly.

"I think you can stay home. We'll figure out something for next week over the weekend."

Libby seemed to only half listen to her mother after hearing 'I think you can stay home.' Her focus then shifted back to the photo album.

Ellie then glanced at the page her daughter was interested in. "Those are from about ten years ago," she said, "Your father and I had just gotten engaged then." Upon seeing a picture of herself with Devon and Chuck, she sighed and said, "It's too bad you never got to meet your uncle. I'm sure he would have adored you."

Libby gazed at the picture, deep in thought. Then she said, "He looked a bit older and his hair wasn't so messy. But it was him." Libby then pointed to Chuck. "It had to be," she said.

"What are you talking about?"

"The angel who saved me." She pointed to Chuck again.

"Libby," Ellie cautioned, "I know you have an active imagination-"

"No really!" protested Libby. "He stopped the bad man from taking me. He threw him into a wall."

"Chuck died nine years ago Libby. It's impossible...there's no way...he couldn't even-" Ellie growled, as she began to get angry. "Libby, stop it!" she exclaimed, wanting to dismiss the discussion right away. She then took a deep breath, calming herself. She knew the stress of the day was getting to her. She nearly lost her daughter today...and the death of her brother was a subject she would hardly talk about.

Read more... )

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 884
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If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about any one thing you wished ~ concerning yourself, your life, the future, or anything else ~ what would you want to know?

"Morgan, this is stupid," Chuck said to his friend and they both stood outside the fortune teller's tent at the Renaissance Faire. "Why would I go see a fortune teller?"

Morgan shrugged. "I dunno. Dude...come on. She says she can answer any question, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, you have to have some burning questions, right?"

Chuck glared at him. More than you'll probably ever know, he thought to himself. Instead he replied, "It'll probably be a waste of money, but if I go in, so do you. Deal?"

"Deal, bro."

The fortune teller was dressed in a rather over the top gypsy outfit. She wore brightly colored sashes around her waist, a white puffy blouse and massive golden hoop earrings.

"Oh you wish to know your future?," began the fortune teller in a raspy voice, "Ask anything of Madame Estacia and I shall gaze into your future...for a little fee."

He looked at Morgan who took out his wallet.

"Ah, both of you then?"

Chuck and Morgan nodded and both of them paid the fortune teller.

Morgan offered to go first )

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 727
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Writing Sample:
(Just something simple with Chuck working...didn't want to post anything spoilery, just in case...)

The phone rang at Chuck's desk and he answered in his usual cordial business spiel, "Hello, you've reached the Nerd Herd. This is Chuck speaking. How may I help you?"

"Oh goodness," began a slightly frantic female voice on the line. "It's my monitor. It just went blank all of a sudden."

"Is-"

"The computer's still on. I see the power light on it and everything but it just won't show anything on the screen."

"It'll be all right ma'am. I'll help you through this," Chuck replied, attempting to calm the lady down.

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" The lady sounded a bit relieved, though still somewhat panicked.

"Let me just ask a few quick questions just to rule out some possible issues, okay? Have you moved the mouse lately?"

"I have, nothing happens."

"Well, are you able to check the connections? See if the monitor is still plugged into the computer?"

"Um...hold on a sec..."

Chuck could hear some rustling papers and what he guessed was the computer being pulled forward slightly on a carpeted floor.

There was a timid "Um" on the other line a moment later.

"Yes ma'am?"

"The monitor came unplugged from the power strip," the lady sheepishly confessed. "So sorry to bother you."

"It's quite all right. And just so you know," Chuck began helpfully, "There are certain power strips that haven't been holding in the plugs too well. I've heard a couple complaints about the-"

He was about to mention a product's name when the lady interrupted him. "Well, thank you...I may purchase a new one. I...sorry again." With that she hung up.

Chuck hung up his phone and noticed fellow that Nerd Herder Anna had arrived back at the desk. "Yet another totally clueless computer user calling?" she asked.

"Monitor came unplugged," answered Chuck shrugging a bit.

"Seriously Chuck. I know you were just trying to be nice. But we both know it's not really a faulty power strip. Some people are too stupid to own computers."

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