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nerdherdchuck) wrote2008-02-02 02:05 am
nerdherdchuck) wrote2008-02-02 02:05 am
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TM #216 - Impossible
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.
Libby sunk into the couch, her eyes filling with tears.
Ellie pulled Libby close, her eyes beginning to fill with tears as well. "I know you want to know who saved you-"
"He said he was my guardian angel," Libby said softly.
"And he was very brave, whoever he really was. But don't make up stories about him being-"
Ellie stopped herself. She almost said 'my brother' but then decided to continue with, "an angel, okay?"
Libby nodded, resting her head on her mother's shoulder. "Okay," she said. She didn't want to say anything more as the discussion was upsetting her mother. Instead, she thought to herself, Maybe someday, he'll come back.
* * *
"You weren't supposed to be anywhere near there."
"I knew he was after her. I wasn't about to-"
"You nearly blew your cover, Bartowski," Casey growled.
"Oh yeah...that whole, 'I'm dead' thing," Chuck sneered, "Right, that 'cover.'"
"It was for your own safety. Have you forgotten how much of pathetic moron you were nine years ago? Fulcrum nearly snatched you. And they would have-"
"And they would have taken Libby. Someone's figured out that I'm alive. Someone wanted to use Libby as leverage."
"Funny, given the fact you've never met your niece," Casey said. "She thinks you died before she was born. And saying you were her guardian angel-"
It was then that Sarah entered the room and interjected, "Casey, enough." She then turned towards Chuck. "He's right though."
"Told ya," Casey said with a smirk.
Sarah glared at Casey and then turned back towards Chuck. "You're definitely able to take care of yourself now. No doubt all the agency training paid off but-"
"I know," Chuck sighed. "And I know I was supposed to pass that tip onto someone else. But part of me just wanted to be the one to do it. And slamming that asshole's head into the wall-" Chuck stopped himself. "I shouldn't have said anything to Libby. But I mean, the guy was out cold and when she turned to me, I just...I knew it was her. I got a bit...misty eyed, you know? And when she asked who I was, I didn't know what to say. So I said, 'Would you believe...I'm your guardian angel?'"
Casey glanced down for a moment before grumbling, "Good thing that's when Agents Marcus and Hubbardston showed up. Police cover...good idea. One questioned the kid, you tossed the the Fulcrum agent in the back of the car and while Marcus questioned Libby, you disappeared." He paused then added, "You're seriously going to put that kid in therapy with that little stunt."
"I will not. And she-"
"We'll keep watch on Ellie and her family," Sarah interrupted.
"And you will stay out of sight," Casey commanded. "Maybe I was just kidding about the therapy bills. Ellie will probably convince Libby she thought the 'angel' looked like you. But if you run into Ellie, she will recognize you. And-"
"It's impossible to come back from the 'dead.' I know." Chuck mumbled, glancing down at the floor. But if they ever hurt Ellie or Libby or Morgan...don't expect me to simply pretend I'm deceased.
Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 884
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.
Libby sunk into the couch, her eyes filling with tears.
Ellie pulled Libby close, her eyes beginning to fill with tears as well. "I know you want to know who saved you-"
"He said he was my guardian angel," Libby said softly.
"And he was very brave, whoever he really was. But don't make up stories about him being-"
Ellie stopped herself. She almost said 'my brother' but then decided to continue with, "an angel, okay?"
Libby nodded, resting her head on her mother's shoulder. "Okay," she said. She didn't want to say anything more as the discussion was upsetting her mother. Instead, she thought to herself, Maybe someday, he'll come back.
* * *
"You weren't supposed to be anywhere near there."
"I knew he was after her. I wasn't about to-"
"You nearly blew your cover, Bartowski," Casey growled.
"Oh yeah...that whole, 'I'm dead' thing," Chuck sneered, "Right, that 'cover.'"
"It was for your own safety. Have you forgotten how much of pathetic moron you were nine years ago? Fulcrum nearly snatched you. And they would have-"
"And they would have taken Libby. Someone's figured out that I'm alive. Someone wanted to use Libby as leverage."
"Funny, given the fact you've never met your niece," Casey said. "She thinks you died before she was born. And saying you were her guardian angel-"
It was then that Sarah entered the room and interjected, "Casey, enough." She then turned towards Chuck. "He's right though."
"Told ya," Casey said with a smirk.
Sarah glared at Casey and then turned back towards Chuck. "You're definitely able to take care of yourself now. No doubt all the agency training paid off but-"
"I know," Chuck sighed. "And I know I was supposed to pass that tip onto someone else. But part of me just wanted to be the one to do it. And slamming that asshole's head into the wall-" Chuck stopped himself. "I shouldn't have said anything to Libby. But I mean, the guy was out cold and when she turned to me, I just...I knew it was her. I got a bit...misty eyed, you know? And when she asked who I was, I didn't know what to say. So I said, 'Would you believe...I'm your guardian angel?'"
Casey glanced down for a moment before grumbling, "Good thing that's when Agents Marcus and Hubbardston showed up. Police cover...good idea. One questioned the kid, you tossed the the Fulcrum agent in the back of the car and while Marcus questioned Libby, you disappeared." He paused then added, "You're seriously going to put that kid in therapy with that little stunt."
"I will not. And she-"
"We'll keep watch on Ellie and her family," Sarah interrupted.
"And you will stay out of sight," Casey commanded. "Maybe I was just kidding about the therapy bills. Ellie will probably convince Libby she thought the 'angel' looked like you. But if you run into Ellie, she will recognize you. And-"
"It's impossible to come back from the 'dead.' I know." Chuck mumbled, glancing down at the floor. But if they ever hurt Ellie or Libby or Morgan...don't expect me to simply pretend I'm deceased.
Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 884
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Thank you, glad you enjoyed the response. ^^;
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I love Chuck. So much.
Oh yes, and totally unrelated but I went icon hunting and found this http://aliasledger.livejournal.com/51206.html#cutid1 . Look at number 43. I saw that and just about had a spaz attack!
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*looks at the icon* Oh. my. God. DUDE! That is awesome. :)
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I should add it to Chuck's icons. But I have to either buy more user pics or delete one before I can.
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And btw my condolences...
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Yeah. :( How the fuck did they not tackle Eli?!!!!!
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If Machi read this, she would so be crying her eyes out hence the reason I'm talking instead of her.
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Aw, poor Machi. I don't want to make her cry. :(
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This was beautifully written. Heartbreaking, yet perfect, if that makes any sense at all? I think Veronica would have a nervous breakdown if for some reason she had to pretend she was dead and not see her father anymore, and Chuck and Ellie are as much each other's worlds as Veronica and Keith are theirs.
Mind if I have V friend you?
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It makes perfect sense. I think if Chuck had to pretend he was dead for the sake of his family, he'd never fully accept it. He's so close to Ellie especially.
Sure, go right ahead! Feel free to drop by either IC or OOC too.
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Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. Friended :)
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I think Sarah pretty much knows how Chuck would feel about being taken away from his family. It's tough to read Casey, so I'm not sure how much he understands of how important family is to Chuck. Sarah has gotten to see more of Chuck's family life too (like being at the Mother's Day dinner).
And friended back. :)