Chuck Bartowski (
nerdherdchuck) wrote2008-03-22 11:37 pm
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TM #223 - "I swear I didn't put those..."
"I swear I didn't put those Easter baskets in the kids' bedrooms," I remember my mother saying to my Dad.
This was Easter morning when I was eight years old. My mother had spied me with a ring of milk chocolate around my lips.
"Chuck sweetie?" she began.
"Mmm?" I answered, still with a bite of chocolate bunny in my mouth.
"Did you wake up early and get your Easter basket?"
I first tried to shake my head, but she shot me a look that basically said, "I know you did." So I nodded sadly.
"How did you find it?" she asked.
"Well," I began, feeling guilty, "Last year you hid our baskets in the towel closet. And the year before that, you hid them in the kitchen cupboards. So...um...Ellie and I looked in the towel closet and then in the kitchen cupboards. And then we found them. And you and Dad were still asleep and we uh...well, helped ourselves."
"Your sister found her basket too?" my mother asked. I could tell by what she said that she already knew, but I think she wanted me to confess this fact.
I nodded and my Dad went into Ellie's room.
My mother shook her head. "Chuck, you and Ellie were supposed to wait for us to wake up before you got your baskets. I'm very disappointed in you."
I bowed my head.
"Hand over your basket," my mom commanded, holding her right hand out.
I timidly handed the basket over. Most of the candy was still in it, but the chocolate bunny was currently headless.
"You and Ellie won't get any candy for the rest of the day."
I sighed.
"Now c'mon," she said, motioning for me to follow. "Let's get you cleaned up."
And as I stood in the bathroom while my mother washed the chocolate off my face, I heard Ellie scream, "You tattled, Chuck!" and growl before storming off in a huff.
Despite getting caught, it still was a good Easter though. Ellie, my Dad, my mother and I went out for dinner at nice restaurant. My Dad wasn't around much, so it was great for the four of us to be together.
Sadly, this isn't possible anymore...
Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 370
This was Easter morning when I was eight years old. My mother had spied me with a ring of milk chocolate around my lips.
"Chuck sweetie?" she began.
"Mmm?" I answered, still with a bite of chocolate bunny in my mouth.
"Did you wake up early and get your Easter basket?"
I first tried to shake my head, but she shot me a look that basically said, "I know you did." So I nodded sadly.
"How did you find it?" she asked.
"Well," I began, feeling guilty, "Last year you hid our baskets in the towel closet. And the year before that, you hid them in the kitchen cupboards. So...um...Ellie and I looked in the towel closet and then in the kitchen cupboards. And then we found them. And you and Dad were still asleep and we uh...well, helped ourselves."
"Your sister found her basket too?" my mother asked. I could tell by what she said that she already knew, but I think she wanted me to confess this fact.
I nodded and my Dad went into Ellie's room.
My mother shook her head. "Chuck, you and Ellie were supposed to wait for us to wake up before you got your baskets. I'm very disappointed in you."
I bowed my head.
"Hand over your basket," my mom commanded, holding her right hand out.
I timidly handed the basket over. Most of the candy was still in it, but the chocolate bunny was currently headless.
"You and Ellie won't get any candy for the rest of the day."
I sighed.
"Now c'mon," she said, motioning for me to follow. "Let's get you cleaned up."
And as I stood in the bathroom while my mother washed the chocolate off my face, I heard Ellie scream, "You tattled, Chuck!" and growl before storming off in a huff.
Despite getting caught, it still was a good Easter though. Ellie, my Dad, my mother and I went out for dinner at nice restaurant. My Dad wasn't around much, so it was great for the four of us to be together.
Sadly, this isn't possible anymore...
Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 370
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That kinda makes sense. It's like...there's a gene to have an ability passed on...I think?
Well you see...
There was this guy named Mason Whitney. He was really not looking so good. And Ellie, my sister, is a doctor. So, when Mason showed up outside the restaurant we were at at death's door, Ellie attempted to save him.
She...couldn't save Mason though. Turns out he was poisoned and they couldn't get him the antidote in time.
I first thought Mason was some sort of really bad guy. I mean, the flash I had showed all these nuclear weapons and explosions and stuff like that. Because of that, I was really worried for her until she got home.
It turned out that Mason wasn't really bad but he had codes for all sorts of nukes, which, if the codes fell into the hands of someone truly evil, that would be pretty scary.
There was this guy that was chasing Mason named Reardon Paine. And Reardon was a really bad guy who after all those codes. He poisoned Ellie with a truth serum thing, hoping she'd tell where the codes were but she had no idea. And he was just gonna leave her to die.
We couldn't tell Ellie all that though. So...we sorta told her Reardon poisoned her since he had a grudge with Mason.
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You got the codes right? Got them back to the government?
She is ok from this? Nothing wrong?
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*nods* We did. But I almost tried to trade them for the antidote. I got scared that Ellie was going to die and wasn't thinking... *bows head*
I mean, thankfully we got them back after Reardon snatched them from me and before he did anything with them. So yeah, the government has them now.
Ellie's fine. We got her the antidote in time and she recovered 100 percent.
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I am glad to hear she is ok.
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Thanks Hiro. I definitely am glad of that too.
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Still...the fate of the world is greater than my sister. I wasn't thinking...you know in those terms though. The codes were on a kinda charm thing and it was like for a moment it was just that. A simple item.
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I dunno Hiro...I mean..have you ever wondered if he blames you just to hurt you?
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I'm sure it didn't.
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