Fic: Five Times Kids Seem Not Awesome [1/1]
Title: Five Times Kids Seem Not Awesome
Fandom: Chuck
Spoilers: Up to 2x13
Pairings: Ellie/Awesome, Chuck/Sarah, Anna/Morgan.
Rating: PG13, nothing too bad here.
hariboo_smirks : because. *g*
1.
"And remember, boys!" Awesome shouted out of the door after Chuck and Morgan, "no man is an island!"
"I'd rather be a peninsula!" Apparently dazzled by his own wit, Morgan giggled and clung to the doorframe, royally trashed on whatever sparkly, sugary girlie drinks he'd been sipping since Anna had said something that could be quadruple removed to mean I'd really like a baby, Morgan and cross-referenced far too easily to Morgan screaming that this time, his life really was over and that he was securing the Xbox at Fort Bartkowski in case Anna pawned it for diapers.
Chuck shot an apologetic glance to Ellie and Devon that was just on the edge of that was actually kinda funny as he helped Morgan out of the front door with, "Come on, buddy. Home time."
"But-" Morgan protested, seeming genuinely confused, "this is the front door."
Ellie waited until the mythic front door had closed behind them and looked at Devon before shaking her head slowly.
2.
"- and what about the flower girls? I'm seeing - let me think - oh yes, pink and maybe a fuschia trim with little white shoes, which of the flowers, oh, of course the tiny little roses -"
Ellie protested that they didn't know any little girls. Mama Awesome said that they could steal them, don't worry, darling, it's going to be fine.
3.
"Didn't I- What?" Devon frowned mid-round and watched as the nurse's mouth twitched, holding out the chart for the patient.
The nurse nodded.
Devon narrowed his eyes. No one had ever asked to switch off his service before. Not once.
Rounding the door to the patient's room, Devon waved and smiled with a charm he hadn't summoned since that first round of dates with Ellie.
"Hello, there," he grinned, moving to the side of the bed and checking the IV. "I just thought I'd come and say goodbye."
"I really am sorry," came the very serious, very contrite reply from the small, blond seven-year old with pink bands holding up bunchies. "I just think that our personal attraction might be detrimental to my health. I have enough problems, Dr. Awesome -" He'd kill Chuck. Slowly. And then ban him from the kids ward, whether he brought along reject games and end of line toys from the Buy More or not. But the girl, Sandy, was still looking at him in the most serious of manners. "- I really don't think I could take the influence of your bone structure on my heart."
Devon blinked. Well, this one was new.
4.
"And then," Chuck said with an insanely bright grin, standing right in front of the TV in the living room with his hands behind his back, "I made this."
Ellie looked at the printed A4 glossy sheet and put a hand to her mouth. "If you think this is going near the refrigerator door, Chuck, I will - I will do something and you will not like it and it might involve tobasco sauce."
Devon nodded sagely, raising an eyebrow at the sheet and leaning forward. "How does this relate to your two day seminar? Really, Chuck, tell us. I'm fascinated."
"Well, the first day was all about this really cool new line of digital printers-" Chuck gestured to them, still grinning, "-we're talking remote controls, Ellie. Remote controlled printers that listen to voice commands and come with Photoshop 5.5 Citrus or Elements or whatever this version is."
There was a beat of silence.
"Chuck, are there any more copies of how Photoshop thinks our children will look in ten years? And if you say that they're on a board in the Buy More-"
5.
And then they were hiding under the kitchen table, Devon's arms around Ellie's waist as Chuck looked under with a look Ellie hadn't seen on his face since he'd promised to find their father, telling them to stay down, stay there. They watch him haphazardly kneel or crawl or throw himself across the kitchen floor to the cupboard and it shows how often they use the smaller whisk, how often they're cooking for less than four nowadays, that Chuck has apparently been hiding a gun in there for occasions like this.
The door bursts open and suddenly it occurs to Ellie that Chuck's learned how to move, learned how to use his longer limbs rather than pretend the most extreme thirty percent of them don't exist. He turns faster than she knew he could, levels the gun at the door, sees Sarah and lets his hand around the gun shake, and Ellie knows he's still her brother.
Something is different; everything is different. Chuck and Sarah move like there's a string around their wrists that can only extend so far, like there's a string around their heads that pulls their ideas together and makes them both dive for the sofa, kicking it over. Ellie clutches at Devon's hand while her body pulls her towards Chuck, but she listens to him and stays, because she knows that thread and she can't ignore Chuck and Devon both. Sarah hands Chuck something that looks like an iPhone, he shouts into it and hands her the gun with something tense rolling off of her shoulders as she takes it, their mother's bracelet on her wrist as she shoots. She takes shots around the corners out of the shot up windows and there's a yell outside that sounds like John Casey firing a gun, and that certainly explains some things.
When it's all over, when Sarah and Chuck shout that it's fine and John Casey shouts that it's really not but they're not all going to die yet, Ellie doesn't move for thirty seconds. She's not in shock (okay, maybe a little, but Chuck wasn't born for holding guns or this and he's her brother); she's listening. Devon is rubbing her upper arm with fingers that are shaking so near to the skin that she's the only one who'll know it. John Casey is growling into the same phone call as Chuck's been on for the last ten minutes, having seized it from Chuck's hands. Sarah and Chuck are arguing as if Sarah's gunshot wound to the upper arm is a matter of frozen yoghurt and that's when she moves because that's what they do.
She doesn't know how much of it is real but one look at Chuck watching Sarah wince at the bandage says that enough is. It doesn't take two to bandage a flesh wound, but Devon helps anyway. They've always been like this: they like to be helping, they have to be helping and they have to be doing things. It's why she put up with him long enough to find out that he wasn't Yet Another Pre-Med Pratboy and it's why she's marrying him.
Everything is different; some things will never, ever change, and it'll be because Ellie won't ever let them.
Fandom: Chuck
Spoilers: Up to 2x13
Pairings: Ellie/Awesome, Chuck/Sarah, Anna/Morgan.
Rating: PG13, nothing too bad here.
hariboo_smirks : because. *g*
1.
"And remember, boys!" Awesome shouted out of the door after Chuck and Morgan, "no man is an island!"
"I'd rather be a peninsula!" Apparently dazzled by his own wit, Morgan giggled and clung to the doorframe, royally trashed on whatever sparkly, sugary girlie drinks he'd been sipping since Anna had said something that could be quadruple removed to mean I'd really like a baby, Morgan and cross-referenced far too easily to Morgan screaming that this time, his life really was over and that he was securing the Xbox at Fort Bartkowski in case Anna pawned it for diapers.
Chuck shot an apologetic glance to Ellie and Devon that was just on the edge of that was actually kinda funny as he helped Morgan out of the front door with, "Come on, buddy. Home time."
"But-" Morgan protested, seeming genuinely confused, "this is the front door."
Ellie waited until the mythic front door had closed behind them and looked at Devon before shaking her head slowly.
2.
"- and what about the flower girls? I'm seeing - let me think - oh yes, pink and maybe a fuschia trim with little white shoes, which of the flowers, oh, of course the tiny little roses -"
Ellie protested that they didn't know any little girls. Mama Awesome said that they could steal them, don't worry, darling, it's going to be fine.
3.
"Didn't I- What?" Devon frowned mid-round and watched as the nurse's mouth twitched, holding out the chart for the patient.
The nurse nodded.
Devon narrowed his eyes. No one had ever asked to switch off his service before. Not once.
Rounding the door to the patient's room, Devon waved and smiled with a charm he hadn't summoned since that first round of dates with Ellie.
"Hello, there," he grinned, moving to the side of the bed and checking the IV. "I just thought I'd come and say goodbye."
"I really am sorry," came the very serious, very contrite reply from the small, blond seven-year old with pink bands holding up bunchies. "I just think that our personal attraction might be detrimental to my health. I have enough problems, Dr. Awesome -" He'd kill Chuck. Slowly. And then ban him from the kids ward, whether he brought along reject games and end of line toys from the Buy More or not. But the girl, Sandy, was still looking at him in the most serious of manners. "- I really don't think I could take the influence of your bone structure on my heart."
Devon blinked. Well, this one was new.
4.
"And then," Chuck said with an insanely bright grin, standing right in front of the TV in the living room with his hands behind his back, "I made this."
Ellie looked at the printed A4 glossy sheet and put a hand to her mouth. "If you think this is going near the refrigerator door, Chuck, I will - I will do something and you will not like it and it might involve tobasco sauce."
Devon nodded sagely, raising an eyebrow at the sheet and leaning forward. "How does this relate to your two day seminar? Really, Chuck, tell us. I'm fascinated."
"Well, the first day was all about this really cool new line of digital printers-" Chuck gestured to them, still grinning, "-we're talking remote controls, Ellie. Remote controlled printers that listen to voice commands and come with Photoshop 5.5 Citrus or Elements or whatever this version is."
There was a beat of silence.
"Chuck, are there any more copies of how Photoshop thinks our children will look in ten years? And if you say that they're on a board in the Buy More-"
5.
And then they were hiding under the kitchen table, Devon's arms around Ellie's waist as Chuck looked under with a look Ellie hadn't seen on his face since he'd promised to find their father, telling them to stay down, stay there. They watch him haphazardly kneel or crawl or throw himself across the kitchen floor to the cupboard and it shows how often they use the smaller whisk, how often they're cooking for less than four nowadays, that Chuck has apparently been hiding a gun in there for occasions like this.
The door bursts open and suddenly it occurs to Ellie that Chuck's learned how to move, learned how to use his longer limbs rather than pretend the most extreme thirty percent of them don't exist. He turns faster than she knew he could, levels the gun at the door, sees Sarah and lets his hand around the gun shake, and Ellie knows he's still her brother.
Something is different; everything is different. Chuck and Sarah move like there's a string around their wrists that can only extend so far, like there's a string around their heads that pulls their ideas together and makes them both dive for the sofa, kicking it over. Ellie clutches at Devon's hand while her body pulls her towards Chuck, but she listens to him and stays, because she knows that thread and she can't ignore Chuck and Devon both. Sarah hands Chuck something that looks like an iPhone, he shouts into it and hands her the gun with something tense rolling off of her shoulders as she takes it, their mother's bracelet on her wrist as she shoots. She takes shots around the corners out of the shot up windows and there's a yell outside that sounds like John Casey firing a gun, and that certainly explains some things.
When it's all over, when Sarah and Chuck shout that it's fine and John Casey shouts that it's really not but they're not all going to die yet, Ellie doesn't move for thirty seconds. She's not in shock (okay, maybe a little, but Chuck wasn't born for holding guns or this and he's her brother); she's listening. Devon is rubbing her upper arm with fingers that are shaking so near to the skin that she's the only one who'll know it. John Casey is growling into the same phone call as Chuck's been on for the last ten minutes, having seized it from Chuck's hands. Sarah and Chuck are arguing as if Sarah's gunshot wound to the upper arm is a matter of frozen yoghurt and that's when she moves because that's what they do.
She doesn't know how much of it is real but one look at Chuck watching Sarah wince at the bandage says that enough is. It doesn't take two to bandage a flesh wound, but Devon helps anyway. They've always been like this: they like to be helping, they have to be helping and they have to be doing things. It's why she put up with him long enough to find out that he wasn't Yet Another Pre-Med Pratboy and it's why she's marrying him.
Everything is different; some things will never, ever change, and it'll be because Ellie won't ever let them.