Working on my 5 year plan

ooc: literary_james and 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."

Part of the ongoing plot of 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.

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

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."