[ 10_hurt_comfort: chuck/casey ] [ Emotion: Going Mad ]
[ Fandom | Chuck ]
[ Characters | Chuck / Casey ]
[ Rating | PG-13 ]
[ Word Count | 1,567 ]
[ Masterlist | Here ]
[ Summary | Warnings: Angst and Character Death (sort of). Chuck never had the chance to tell Casey three little words. ]
[ Disclaimer | If I were the owner of Chuck, there would have been more Casey and Chuck giving one another smouldering gazes. So nada, I just play in this sandbox. ]
"I'm sorry Chuck, Agent Walker," the General began. Her face looked solemn and her lips were pursed in a straight line; definitely not the look of a bringer of good news. "We have lost contact with Agent Casey as of a fortnight ago." Chuck felt his heart skip a beat and he heard Sarah's soft gasp next to him. This wasn't how it was meant to be happening. "In light of this, Agent Maxwell will assume Agent Casey's position as your permanent handler."
He collapsed into a chair and couldn't find the words or the voice to put together his grief. It had been four months since Casey had been recalled to help train up the next generation of snipers and he was due to have returned three days ago. Chuck had always envisioned Casey would return none worse for the wear and would resume his post as his handler, back together with Team Bartowski to resume kicking ass where he belonged. He felt Sarah's hand warm on his shoulder but Chuck shrugged it off and stood up.
John Casey was virtually indestructible and he would make his way home.
"I don't believe you General. There's no way Casey could be dead. You said it yourself that you only lost contact. He could still be alive out there. I thought he was only training snipers. How could you lose him? Is there something I can do to help you look for him?" Chuck knew full well that Casey wasn't only just training snipers but was being roped in to take care of some dirty work. The look on Beckman's face changed to a more severe expression and her lips pulled into an tighter line. Then Chuck knew, his eyes widening comically and his lips forming a silent hole of understanding. Casey was off on the type of mission that was completely off the record.
"I'm sorry Chuck. There is nothing you can do to help Agent Casey but keep up the good work as the Intersect." The General folded her hands and then presumed to brief them on their latest assignment. The topic of their missing Colonel was closed for discussion. Chuck found himself tuning out the mission specifics. Sarah would make sure he was up to speed before they started. He began to formulate a plan to help locate one Colonel Casey, a man he had fallen in love with accidentally and never had the guts to tell.
*
After the initial month of searching without anyone knowing, Chuck was back on square one with all his leads either being false trails or dead ends. The Intersect hadn't provided him with any intel and all the satellites he had borrowed hadn't come up with anything concrete except for a network of known bases. The laptop monitor was marked with lines upon lines that connected one to the next like a game of connect the dots. The perimeter of his search was so large that it would be easier finding that damn needle in the proverbial haystack. But he could not and will not allow himself to give up on Casey. In all their previous missions, Casey had begrudgingly believed in him and his rather unconventional methods.
It was definitely looking more and more bleak. Chuck didn't want to admit defeat even as Sarah and Maxwell went about missions like normal soldiers; telling him to stay in the car even if he never did. It just wasn't the same when it wasn't Casey the one threatening bodily harm to him with a flash of those blue eyes and a twitch of muscle.
Every night since Beckman had told them about Casey Chuck had curled around a pillow and cried himself to sleep. Every hour left him yearning and hoping it was just a really bad dream. Every second that ticked away meant Beckman was getting closer to declaring Casey MIA and presumed dead.
Every corner of the Buy More reminded him of Casey and every shadow was the very man himself, forever looming and present. Chuck could see Casey everywhere he turned. And it ached just seeing Agent Maxwell skulking around appliances than Casey. It ached that he had never had the chance to tell Casey how he felt as he watched Maxwell try to move a Beastmaster with little success. The call for an install came at the right time and he bolted out of the store with his bag in tow to get to the Nerd Herder before his tears could fall.
*
Then it was all over. They had found Casey's dog tags after nearly half a year and it lay on the Castle table gleaming innocently in the light. The same few metallic plates he had once curled his hands around on the Costa Gravas mission. The same mission when Casey had touched his face. Granted that was mostly unwillingly. This couldn't be happening and yet the evidence spoke for itself.
"-huck. Chuck!" Sarah called out and the Nerd snapped his attention upwards. He looked about to see Maxwell was also looking rather perplexed at the entire situation. Neither of them would ever have thought Casey would go out like this even if it was the most fitting scenario. To go out in the line of duty seemed like the perfect ending.
"Chuck. You were probably the closest thing to family that Agent Casey had. Would you-"
"I would, General," Chuck spoke, his voice never unwavering as his fingers wrapped around the chain and didn't flinch throughout the briefing of their next assignment even as the dog tags began to cut blood circulation from his fingers.
*
It had been a full year before Chuck finally managed to put himself together and Morgan could ask about the non Harry Potter 'You-Know-Who' without his friend freezing up like a deer caught in headlights. They could reminisce about the good times with Jeff and Lester, that Strip Poker game that Casey had made them all feel very inferior in their pale, skinny goodness and slowly the tear in Chuck's heart scarred over. His relationship with both Sarah and Maxwell were strictly professional. No longer did he play on and off with Sarah - she had been with Shaw for the better half of this year.
Casey's apartment was no longer Casey's apartment now that Maxwell had moved in. Chuck now had Casey's bonsai in his room and kept Casey's favourite SIG Sauer gun hidden in a shoebox inside his closet. Small bits and pieces of Casey's life were hidden around his room. It was everything Casey that Chuck had left, even down to the picture of Ronald Reagan. The Crown Vic sat in her parking spot as usual. Chuck would take her out for a drive every so often to keep her engine running smoothly and had made sure to keep her well shined and buffed every Saturday morning like Casey used to.
Amongst his Nerd Herd clothes stood one green Buy More shirt that was several sizes too big for him. Chuck would gaze fondly at it and caress the sleeve gently before he left for work. Maxwell knocked on his window with a small smile on his face as he motioned for him to get a move on. The replacement Casey was human enough and did his job competently. Right hand man, the ginger haired man had said proudly about his affiliation with Casey. Chuck headed to the shower and squeezed himself into the shower, Casey's dog tags hung around his neck. The metal was always warm upon his skin and it felt like Casey was still out there protecting him.
Chuck hastily put together a pancake sandwich before heading out the door and turning around to lock it. Living with Morgan had been interesting, his buddy's dream of their own bachelor pad finally coming true. It was going to be yet another day on the job, a mission to prepare for and yet another twenty four hours of Chuck telling himself to man up. Over the last year, his conscience had taken to sounding a lot like Casey and even he knew it wasn't exactly healthy to have voices in his head. It was his coping mechanism.
Chuck.
Because really, that Casey voice in his head was sounding more alive in his head than normal. He twisted his key into the lock and pocketed it. The Buy More was well used to his rather flexible working hours what with the amount of installs he had gone on for the past four years. It afforded him the leeway to be a little bit late.
The pancake toast slipped from his hand when he turned around. There Casey stood in front of him, all dressed in black from head to toe. Tactical vest, combat boots and looking very much alive but rather battle weary.
"Okay Chuck. Imagining Casey alive is definitely the first signs of you going mad," Chuck muttered under his breath. He kept his eyes on Casey as he shimmied around the outskirts and around the walls to get to where Maxwell had the car going. "Ellie was right. This is going a little bit too far."
The apparition - because that is most definitely what Casey was - raised an eyebrow and folded his arms over his chest.
"Talking to yourself again numbnuts? And here I thought you'd have missed me."
Author's Comment Eighth one for 10_hurt_comfort. Ohh, just what will happen next? First part of a two parter. :3
[ Characters | Chuck / Casey ]
[ Rating | PG-13 ]
[ Word Count | 1,567 ]
[ Masterlist | Here ]
[ Summary | Warnings: Angst and Character Death (sort of). Chuck never had the chance to tell Casey three little words. ]
[ Disclaimer | If I were the owner of Chuck, there would have been more Casey and Chuck giving one another smouldering gazes. So nada, I just play in this sandbox. ]
"I'm sorry Chuck, Agent Walker," the General began. Her face looked solemn and her lips were pursed in a straight line; definitely not the look of a bringer of good news. "We have lost contact with Agent Casey as of a fortnight ago." Chuck felt his heart skip a beat and he heard Sarah's soft gasp next to him. This wasn't how it was meant to be happening. "In light of this, Agent Maxwell will assume Agent Casey's position as your permanent handler."
He collapsed into a chair and couldn't find the words or the voice to put together his grief. It had been four months since Casey had been recalled to help train up the next generation of snipers and he was due to have returned three days ago. Chuck had always envisioned Casey would return none worse for the wear and would resume his post as his handler, back together with Team Bartowski to resume kicking ass where he belonged. He felt Sarah's hand warm on his shoulder but Chuck shrugged it off and stood up.
John Casey was virtually indestructible and he would make his way home.
"I don't believe you General. There's no way Casey could be dead. You said it yourself that you only lost contact. He could still be alive out there. I thought he was only training snipers. How could you lose him? Is there something I can do to help you look for him?" Chuck knew full well that Casey wasn't only just training snipers but was being roped in to take care of some dirty work. The look on Beckman's face changed to a more severe expression and her lips pulled into an tighter line. Then Chuck knew, his eyes widening comically and his lips forming a silent hole of understanding. Casey was off on the type of mission that was completely off the record.
"I'm sorry Chuck. There is nothing you can do to help Agent Casey but keep up the good work as the Intersect." The General folded her hands and then presumed to brief them on their latest assignment. The topic of their missing Colonel was closed for discussion. Chuck found himself tuning out the mission specifics. Sarah would make sure he was up to speed before they started. He began to formulate a plan to help locate one Colonel Casey, a man he had fallen in love with accidentally and never had the guts to tell.
*
After the initial month of searching without anyone knowing, Chuck was back on square one with all his leads either being false trails or dead ends. The Intersect hadn't provided him with any intel and all the satellites he had borrowed hadn't come up with anything concrete except for a network of known bases. The laptop monitor was marked with lines upon lines that connected one to the next like a game of connect the dots. The perimeter of his search was so large that it would be easier finding that damn needle in the proverbial haystack. But he could not and will not allow himself to give up on Casey. In all their previous missions, Casey had begrudgingly believed in him and his rather unconventional methods.
It was definitely looking more and more bleak. Chuck didn't want to admit defeat even as Sarah and Maxwell went about missions like normal soldiers; telling him to stay in the car even if he never did. It just wasn't the same when it wasn't Casey the one threatening bodily harm to him with a flash of those blue eyes and a twitch of muscle.
Every night since Beckman had told them about Casey Chuck had curled around a pillow and cried himself to sleep. Every hour left him yearning and hoping it was just a really bad dream. Every second that ticked away meant Beckman was getting closer to declaring Casey MIA and presumed dead.
Every corner of the Buy More reminded him of Casey and every shadow was the very man himself, forever looming and present. Chuck could see Casey everywhere he turned. And it ached just seeing Agent Maxwell skulking around appliances than Casey. It ached that he had never had the chance to tell Casey how he felt as he watched Maxwell try to move a Beastmaster with little success. The call for an install came at the right time and he bolted out of the store with his bag in tow to get to the Nerd Herder before his tears could fall.
*
Then it was all over. They had found Casey's dog tags after nearly half a year and it lay on the Castle table gleaming innocently in the light. The same few metallic plates he had once curled his hands around on the Costa Gravas mission. The same mission when Casey had touched his face. Granted that was mostly unwillingly. This couldn't be happening and yet the evidence spoke for itself.
"-huck. Chuck!" Sarah called out and the Nerd snapped his attention upwards. He looked about to see Maxwell was also looking rather perplexed at the entire situation. Neither of them would ever have thought Casey would go out like this even if it was the most fitting scenario. To go out in the line of duty seemed like the perfect ending.
"Chuck. You were probably the closest thing to family that Agent Casey had. Would you-"
"I would, General," Chuck spoke, his voice never unwavering as his fingers wrapped around the chain and didn't flinch throughout the briefing of their next assignment even as the dog tags began to cut blood circulation from his fingers.
*
It had been a full year before Chuck finally managed to put himself together and Morgan could ask about the non Harry Potter 'You-Know-Who' without his friend freezing up like a deer caught in headlights. They could reminisce about the good times with Jeff and Lester, that Strip Poker game that Casey had made them all feel very inferior in their pale, skinny goodness and slowly the tear in Chuck's heart scarred over. His relationship with both Sarah and Maxwell were strictly professional. No longer did he play on and off with Sarah - she had been with Shaw for the better half of this year.
Casey's apartment was no longer Casey's apartment now that Maxwell had moved in. Chuck now had Casey's bonsai in his room and kept Casey's favourite SIG Sauer gun hidden in a shoebox inside his closet. Small bits and pieces of Casey's life were hidden around his room. It was everything Casey that Chuck had left, even down to the picture of Ronald Reagan. The Crown Vic sat in her parking spot as usual. Chuck would take her out for a drive every so often to keep her engine running smoothly and had made sure to keep her well shined and buffed every Saturday morning like Casey used to.
Amongst his Nerd Herd clothes stood one green Buy More shirt that was several sizes too big for him. Chuck would gaze fondly at it and caress the sleeve gently before he left for work. Maxwell knocked on his window with a small smile on his face as he motioned for him to get a move on. The replacement Casey was human enough and did his job competently. Right hand man, the ginger haired man had said proudly about his affiliation with Casey. Chuck headed to the shower and squeezed himself into the shower, Casey's dog tags hung around his neck. The metal was always warm upon his skin and it felt like Casey was still out there protecting him.
Chuck hastily put together a pancake sandwich before heading out the door and turning around to lock it. Living with Morgan had been interesting, his buddy's dream of their own bachelor pad finally coming true. It was going to be yet another day on the job, a mission to prepare for and yet another twenty four hours of Chuck telling himself to man up. Over the last year, his conscience had taken to sounding a lot like Casey and even he knew it wasn't exactly healthy to have voices in his head. It was his coping mechanism.
Chuck.
Because really, that Casey voice in his head was sounding more alive in his head than normal. He twisted his key into the lock and pocketed it. The Buy More was well used to his rather flexible working hours what with the amount of installs he had gone on for the past four years. It afforded him the leeway to be a little bit late.
The pancake toast slipped from his hand when he turned around. There Casey stood in front of him, all dressed in black from head to toe. Tactical vest, combat boots and looking very much alive but rather battle weary.
"Okay Chuck. Imagining Casey alive is definitely the first signs of you going mad," Chuck muttered under his breath. He kept his eyes on Casey as he shimmied around the outskirts and around the walls to get to where Maxwell had the car going. "Ellie was right. This is going a little bit too far."
The apparition - because that is most definitely what Casey was - raised an eyebrow and folded his arms over his chest.
"Talking to yourself again numbnuts? And here I thought you'd have missed me."
Author's Comment Eighth one for 10_hurt_comfort. Ohh, just what will happen next? First part of a two parter. :3