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nerdherdchuck) wrote2009-01-11 06:31 pm
nerdherdchuck) wrote2009-01-11 06:31 pm
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TM #265 - What did you dream last night?
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.
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9:14 AM
Libby poked her head into the doorway of Chuck's room and saw her uncle reading a copy of 'The Hobbit' that looked as though it had been read several times already. "Uncle Chuck?" she called out.
Her uncle smiled, dog-eared the page and then placed the book on the nightstand before he waved for Libby to come in. This time, there was no gun on the top of the nightstand, as he had put it in the nightstand's drawer when he woke up that morning.
Libby entered the room and then sat next to him on the bed. She gave him a hug, which he returned. Then she began, "I'm sorry again for scaring you" before letting go of the embrace and sitting back down next to him.
"It's all right, Libby. I'm just glad you're okay." Chuck then gave her a sympathetic smile.
His niece nodded. "It just seemed so real, so scary."
"Well, nightmares can seem like that sometimes." He paused and then turned towards her. "Did...you want to talk about it?"
She leaned into her uncle. "I don't like to think about it," murmured Libby.
"All right. We don't have to if you don't want to."
There was a long silent pause before Libby spoke again. "Uncle Chuck?"
"Yes, Libby?"
"Will the bad guys ever find this place?"
Chuck put his arm around his niece. "I'm can't say for certain, but we're doing everything possible to prevent them from finding us."
Libby sighed and sniffled. "That's what my bad dream was about," she confessed. "The bad guys were hurting mommy too. One bad man punched her."
"Oh, Libby-"
"I don't-" Libby began, her eyes filling with tears. "Why did I dream that? I don't want Mommy to be hurt! And when I saw it, I thought I was screaming in my dream, but I guess I really did."
"You did, yes. But sometimes...sometimes bad dreams about things you worry about. Have you been worried about Mommy lately?"
The little girl nodded. "Not just Mommy. All of us. Ever since we got here."
Chuck grabbed a tissue from the box on the nightstand and gave it to her. Her niece dried her eyes with it. "I'll protect you," he promised. "And your mom and dad."
"No matter what, right?"
"No matter what."
Libby hugged her uncle once again before smiling. "Thank you," she softly said.
Chuck thought it might be best to lighten the mood a little bit and asked her, "Wanna get some breakfast?"
The little girl smiled. "Yes, please! I want chocolate chip pancakes!"
Chuck got up off the bed. "Your uncle is not the greatest cook, but hopefully he can whip up some of those pancakes for you, okay?"
"Well Mommy can help, right? And me?" Libby asked hopping off the bed to join him.
"Of course," replied Chuck with a smile.
Libby cheered and then dashed towards the kitchen with her uncle following close behind.
Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 734
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
Libby poked her head into the doorway of Chuck's room and saw her uncle reading a copy of 'The Hobbit' that looked as though it had been read several times already. "Uncle Chuck?" she called out.
Her uncle smiled, dog-eared the page and then placed the book on the nightstand before he waved for Libby to come in. This time, there was no gun on the top of the nightstand, as he had put it in the nightstand's drawer when he woke up that morning.
Libby entered the room and then sat next to him on the bed. She gave him a hug, which he returned. Then she began, "I'm sorry again for scaring you" before letting go of the embrace and sitting back down next to him.
"It's all right, Libby. I'm just glad you're okay." Chuck then gave her a sympathetic smile.
His niece nodded. "It just seemed so real, so scary."
"Well, nightmares can seem like that sometimes." He paused and then turned towards her. "Did...you want to talk about it?"
She leaned into her uncle. "I don't like to think about it," murmured Libby.
"All right. We don't have to if you don't want to."
There was a long silent pause before Libby spoke again. "Uncle Chuck?"
"Yes, Libby?"
"Will the bad guys ever find this place?"
Chuck put his arm around his niece. "I'm can't say for certain, but we're doing everything possible to prevent them from finding us."
Libby sighed and sniffled. "That's what my bad dream was about," she confessed. "The bad guys were hurting mommy too. One bad man punched her."
"Oh, Libby-"
"I don't-" Libby began, her eyes filling with tears. "Why did I dream that? I don't want Mommy to be hurt! And when I saw it, I thought I was screaming in my dream, but I guess I really did."
"You did, yes. But sometimes...sometimes bad dreams about things you worry about. Have you been worried about Mommy lately?"
The little girl nodded. "Not just Mommy. All of us. Ever since we got here."
Chuck grabbed a tissue from the box on the nightstand and gave it to her. Her niece dried her eyes with it. "I'll protect you," he promised. "And your mom and dad."
"No matter what, right?"
"No matter what."
Libby hugged her uncle once again before smiling. "Thank you," she softly said.
Chuck thought it might be best to lighten the mood a little bit and asked her, "Wanna get some breakfast?"
The little girl smiled. "Yes, please! I want chocolate chip pancakes!"
Chuck got up off the bed. "Your uncle is not the greatest cook, but hopefully he can whip up some of those pancakes for you, okay?"
"Well Mommy can help, right? And me?" Libby asked hopping off the bed to join him.
"Of course," replied Chuck with a smile.
Libby cheered and then dashed towards the kitchen with her uncle following close behind.
Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 734
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I really want to plot out when Chuck tells Ellie the truth about being alive and spy but I just haven't been able to iron out all the details yet.
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And um...I might be drooling over that icon *cough*
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Heh. Zac does look good in suits.
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Oh that he does...and look at that hair..and the look and the um.... *ahem* what were we talking about again?
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Hee hee. Might want to take a look at my favorite Zac gallery. (http://zachary-levi.net/gallery/thumbnails.php?album=189) (More pics of him in suits.)
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Hey, you on AIM? I wanted to ask you a RP question.
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