Thursday - The Beatles Song Titles & Lyrics

[mahmfic]

I'm your guest host, megans_writing and it's my last day here. :-( It's been a fantastic job though.

Today's theme is one I am excited about... The Beatles song titles and lyrics! Remember that band called The Beatles? John, Paul, Ringo and George? Well today anything The Beatles wrote goes. It can be a song title or a lyric from one of their songs. But if you

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[nevcolleil]

He's got to wonder if it's a genetic thing. Obsession is an inherently Bartowski trait. His mom obsessed over Hartley for twenty years. His dad obsessed over his mom. Ellie can be a little bit obsessive about him. (Not that Chuck minds, of course. He'd probably be the same way if their roles were reversed and she was the chronic screw-up.)

But maybe it's just Chuck. Frost probably didn't think, the first time she saw the-man-who-would-be-Alexei-Volkoff that she'd spend the next two decades of her life trying to save him. If Chuck's dad knew how the Intersect project would affect his friends and family, he would have scrapped it. And Ellie was practically born taking care of her little brother.

Chuck had never had feelings for another guy... not those kind of feelings... before Bryce. He'd never looked at someone and thought, 'Wow. I could look at those eyes forever.' And he knew - he knew - that he was screwed the moment he looked into Bryce's eyes and did. But that didn't stop him from becoming Bryce's friend. From becoming Bryce's roommate. From fantasizing about becoming so much more...

From becoming so close, with Bryce, that the only difference between what they had and what they could have had was - arguably - what they chose to call it.

"Chuck... You've got to let this go." He's heard it from everyone. Sarah. Casey. Morgan. But Chuck couldn't just "let it go" when Bryce broke his heart at Stanford. He couldn't let it go when Bryce sent him the Intersect without explanation. Chuck couldn't let it go when Bryce lay on the floor of the Intersect room, dying. Bryce's instructions to destroy the cube threatening to give his killers an opportunity to get away with it.

Chuck can't just "let go" of the possibility that Bryce didn't die after all. Not with hard evidence of the alternative staring him in the face.

"I at least have to check it out," Chuck insists, packed and ready to leave. For good if he has to. Burbank, the CIA; everything.

"We can't help you." Shaw knows less, about Bryce and what Bryce means to Chuck, than anybody in the room. Chuck doesn't know if that makes it less surprising or more ironic that Shaw is giving the least opposition to his plan. Shaw doesn't understand why Chuck is doing this - that's clear in his eyes. But he also trusts Chuck to go and do it and to come back once it's done if he can. Chuck doesn't see trust in Sarah's or Casey's expressions. Not except buried under layers and layers of fear and concern. "I can cover for you with Beckman for a while. But-"

"That's all I need. I just- I have to try."

"Bartowski-" Casey begins.

"Chuck." Sarah - even Sarah, who can admit out loud that she loved Bryce... Can't fathom why Chuck would be willing to storm an enemy compound alone on the slim chance of finding him alive after all this time. "You could be killed," Sarah reminds him.

That didn't stop him from hatching his hair-brained scheme. Only actually getting killed, Chuck thinks, could. Whether genetics or individuality or whatever is to blame.

Chuck doesn't know why Bryce Larkin is his obsession. Why he forgave Bryce everything. Would give Bryce anything.

But that's the way it has always been. Every Bartowski has an obsession, and since the day they met, Bryce has been Chuck's. And Chuck has been his.

Chuck's pretty sure he always will be - however long the word 'always' comes to mean.

"Or I could bring Bryce home," Chuck argues. As far as he's concerned, that makes a little obsession worth all the risk.

[samueljames]

Very enjoyable fic.

[nevcolleil]

Thanks :)