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[Visible to those who know of his secret life, except for Libby]

August 11, 2019

I don't want my niece to ask me about the specifics of my job. Especially now. She's far too young for that discussion.

I worry about what I've said and done already. I've hinted I've had to hurt bad people to her and sometimes good people have gotten hurt too. She rationalized it was because bad people did things to hurt the good people. It's not a lie but it's not the whole truth either.

But I believe it's enough of the truth, at least for now.

When Libby screamed last night, I dashed into her room, armed. I don't think she saw the gun in my hand. The dark seemed to hide the weapon until I put it away.

She didn't mention it yesterday morning and I wasn't about to bring it up either.

I know I'll soon have to tell her I'll be away for a few weeks. I'm being temporarily reassigned. The reason isn't related to anything that has happened here. It's due to the fact that I have a connection with a suspect.

If Libby asks, I'll tell her it's a mission my boss assigned me to capture a bad guy.

Beyond that, I'm not telling her anything else.

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 218
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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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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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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.

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Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 884

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