Chuck: Long Time Coming. (Slash) PG-13 [1/1]
Title: Long Time Coming [1/1]
Fandom: Chuck
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing(s): Est. Chuck/Casey, mentioned Bryce
Word Count: 745.
Warnings: Slight angst, mentioned character death.
Timeline/Spoilers: 11 years after Chuck received the Intersect/Spoilers for Season 2 finale.
Disclaimer: Read my general disclaimer here.
Beta: None.
For: ru_salki99, who guessed Simon Tam and asked in return for either a Chuck or Firefly fic.
Summary: Chuck is having a hard time letting go.
Cross-Posted: little_dumpling, chuck_slash and chuck_fiction.
Casey padded slowly into the dim room, taking in the dishevelled bed as light from the TV flickered over the space.
Chuck was enveloped securely in their thick downy comforter, eyes closed, long lashes resting softly against his soft cheeks as the end to Return of the Jedi played quietly on the entertainment center.
Rubbing a sore muscle in his lower back, Casey turned off the TV, plunging the room into darkness.
After pulling his tee-shirt off and throwing it in the direction of the laundry bin, he flicked on the bedside lamp.
“I never thought I’d have the opportunity to empathize with Luke Skywalker and how he felt about his father.”
Chuck’s quiet voice interrupted the silence. Casey paused and turned towards the nerd. “Thought you were asleep,” he spoke softly, matching the quiet mood that filled the shadowed room.
Chuck sighed, his eyes hooded as he stared at the white blanket wrapped around his body.
“Alright, I’ll bite.” Casey frowned; he’d sensed that Chuck had been occupied about something all day. “Why?”
“Because he was so... conflicted. He never knew exactly what to think about Vader, but he obviously felt some sort of affection for Anakin when he died in the end.”
Casey sat on the edge of the bed, pulling a white A-Shirt on over his head. “I’m not sure I get what you’re saying. How do you feel you relate to that?”
Chuck curled further in on himself, “It’s 10 years to the day Bryce died.”
Casey let out a deep breath. “Oh.”
The two sat in silence, the implications of Chuck’s mood running through Casey’s head, while Chuck was again distracted by the memory of his and Bryce’s first meeting.
“I don’t want to feel like this,” Chuck’s mumbled whisper breaking the silence.
“You know,” Casey says slowly after another few minutes of silence. “You never really got the chance to mourn his passing. After he died you had to move on so quickly with the next mission.”
“So?” Chuck studied Casey with a sullen look.
“I’m not trying to imply anything Chuck. I’m just saying that maybe you should try giving yourself time to grieve for him.”
“It’s been 10 years, and I’ve seen so many people die since then, how is it I can’t get over this? Get over him?” Shrugging the blanket off his shoulders, he carded his fingers through his own dark curls, passing unconsciously over the grey at his temples.
Casey took off his pants, changing into a pair of soft linen bottoms.
The air was heavy with contemplation as Casey turned off the lamp and lifted the sheets.
Casey briefly wondered if it was his fear at seeing Chuck’s face, or letting Chuck see the emotion on his own that made him turn off the light. “You were close to him, Chuck; very close. And he hurt you. You were finally getting over the whole Stanford mess when he died, so it’s understandable that you’re having a hard time letting him go.”
Chuck was stiff with disbelief. “How’d you know me and Bryce...”
Casey snorted as he pulled the sheets up to his chest, “Just because we’ve never discussed old boyfriends doesn’t mean I didn’t know every time I saw you and Larkin in a room together.”
Casey smiled in satisfaction as Chuck crept up the bed to wind himself around the larger man. Chuck’s skin was warm from the comforter, almost to the point of fever.
“I know I’m easy to read, but I thought I hid it better than that,” He could almost hear the pout in Chuck voice.
“Still,” Chuck continued, “I don’t know why his death still affects me so. I’ve seen so many other operatives; so many other team members die since. I was even able to handle Sarah’s death easily enough.”
Casey let his arm curl around the slighter man silently.
“Even after all these years I still have so many mixed feelings about Bryce. Even after all these years I...” Chuck’s voice faded with emotion, “I still...”
“You still love him?” Casey said quietly.
“...Yeah.”
Casey turned and let the nerd curl further into his embrace as Chuck’s emotions finally took over.
They’d been together for over seven years now, and Casey hadn’t really seen Chuck break down like this in over eight. Even though it broke his heart a little to see his partner fall apart like this, he knew it had been a long time coming.
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Fandom: Chuck
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing(s): Est. Chuck/Casey, mentioned Bryce
Word Count: 745.
Warnings: Slight angst, mentioned character death.
Timeline/Spoilers: 11 years after Chuck received the Intersect/Spoilers for Season 2 finale.
Disclaimer: Read my general disclaimer here.
Beta: None.
For: ru_salki99, who guessed Simon Tam and asked in return for either a Chuck or Firefly fic.
Summary: Chuck is having a hard time letting go.
Cross-Posted: little_dumpling, chuck_slash and chuck_fiction.
Casey padded slowly into the dim room, taking in the dishevelled bed as light from the TV flickered over the space.
Chuck was enveloped securely in their thick downy comforter, eyes closed, long lashes resting softly against his soft cheeks as the end to Return of the Jedi played quietly on the entertainment center.
Rubbing a sore muscle in his lower back, Casey turned off the TV, plunging the room into darkness.
After pulling his tee-shirt off and throwing it in the direction of the laundry bin, he flicked on the bedside lamp.
“I never thought I’d have the opportunity to empathize with Luke Skywalker and how he felt about his father.”
Chuck’s quiet voice interrupted the silence. Casey paused and turned towards the nerd. “Thought you were asleep,” he spoke softly, matching the quiet mood that filled the shadowed room.
Chuck sighed, his eyes hooded as he stared at the white blanket wrapped around his body.
“Alright, I’ll bite.” Casey frowned; he’d sensed that Chuck had been occupied about something all day. “Why?”
“Because he was so... conflicted. He never knew exactly what to think about Vader, but he obviously felt some sort of affection for Anakin when he died in the end.”
Casey sat on the edge of the bed, pulling a white A-Shirt on over his head. “I’m not sure I get what you’re saying. How do you feel you relate to that?”
Chuck curled further in on himself, “It’s 10 years to the day Bryce died.”
Casey let out a deep breath. “Oh.”
The two sat in silence, the implications of Chuck’s mood running through Casey’s head, while Chuck was again distracted by the memory of his and Bryce’s first meeting.
“I don’t want to feel like this,” Chuck’s mumbled whisper breaking the silence.
“You know,” Casey says slowly after another few minutes of silence. “You never really got the chance to mourn his passing. After he died you had to move on so quickly with the next mission.”
“So?” Chuck studied Casey with a sullen look.
“I’m not trying to imply anything Chuck. I’m just saying that maybe you should try giving yourself time to grieve for him.”
“It’s been 10 years, and I’ve seen so many people die since then, how is it I can’t get over this? Get over him?” Shrugging the blanket off his shoulders, he carded his fingers through his own dark curls, passing unconsciously over the grey at his temples.
Casey took off his pants, changing into a pair of soft linen bottoms.
The air was heavy with contemplation as Casey turned off the lamp and lifted the sheets.
Casey briefly wondered if it was his fear at seeing Chuck’s face, or letting Chuck see the emotion on his own that made him turn off the light. “You were close to him, Chuck; very close. And he hurt you. You were finally getting over the whole Stanford mess when he died, so it’s understandable that you’re having a hard time letting him go.”
Chuck was stiff with disbelief. “How’d you know me and Bryce...”
Casey snorted as he pulled the sheets up to his chest, “Just because we’ve never discussed old boyfriends doesn’t mean I didn’t know every time I saw you and Larkin in a room together.”
Casey smiled in satisfaction as Chuck crept up the bed to wind himself around the larger man. Chuck’s skin was warm from the comforter, almost to the point of fever.
“I know I’m easy to read, but I thought I hid it better than that,” He could almost hear the pout in Chuck voice.
“Still,” Chuck continued, “I don’t know why his death still affects me so. I’ve seen so many other operatives; so many other team members die since. I was even able to handle Sarah’s death easily enough.”
Casey let his arm curl around the slighter man silently.
“Even after all these years I still have so many mixed feelings about Bryce. Even after all these years I...” Chuck’s voice faded with emotion, “I still...”
“You still love him?” Casey said quietly.
“...Yeah.”
Casey turned and let the nerd curl further into his embrace as Chuck’s emotions finally took over.
They’d been together for over seven years now, and Casey hadn’t really seen Chuck break down like this in over eight. Even though it broke his heart a little to see his partner fall apart like this, he knew it had been a long time coming.
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