Drabbles: Chuck, Angel, White Collar
Title: all the trappings of home
Fandom: Chuck
Pairing: Chuck/Bryce
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Warnings: Crack. Crack crackity crack.
Author’s Note: Each drabble in this post is for the ‘Familiar’ prompt at slashthedrabble. The Chuck drabbles are all based in Season 1/early Season 2.
Summary: There’s nothing they can do but keep pushing buttons and hoping that eventually they’ll push the one that lands them back in their own dimension.
AO3
Casey hadn’t honestly thought that the damn thing would work. However, he’s spent the last year and a half guarding a human computer. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so quick to judge.
“You heard what Karkof said. We just have to hang tight til Chuck can reverse the polarity of the device so it can send us back.”
If Chuck can figure out how to reverse the polarity of the device. If he can get through Karkof to do it. Casey is less than optimistic, but he doesn’t voice his concerns to Sarah. Not with Larkin always right beside them.
Either way, there’ s nothing they can do but keep pushing buttons and hoping that eventually they’ll push the one that lands them back in their own dimension.
One time, they end up in a dimension where everything is perfectly familiar until Morgan walks up and calls Casey “Dad”. Another, the device takes them to Russia. There they meet another Sarah, with dark hair, wearing a cat suit. When they push the button next, the device takes them to a dimension where Larkin is dead (for real this time). Casey likes those dimensions best.
There is an alternate universe populated only by shrimp. There is an alternate universe where space pirates look like cowboys. There is an alternate universe where…
Well. Casey doesn’t know how to describe it.
“Star of NBC’s Chuck, Zachary Levi, returns from vacation and his latest skydiving experience…,” Sarah reads off of the computer.
“There’s a video on YouTube of him singing at the Oscar’s,” Larkin adds. “Ooh. And he’s in a music video.” That’s… pretty impressive, actually. But Casey scoffs. He’s not gonna admit to being impressed by Chuck after he got them all into this.
In one dimension, they open their eyes and they’re back in Karkof’s lab. They think Chuck’s finally done it, but then Chuck rushes up and plants a kiss… on Bryce’s lips.
“Oh god, Bryce! Thank god! I’m so, so sorry, you guys! I’m so glad you’re back!”
Casey and Sarah sigh. “Alright. Push the button again,” Casey says.
But Bryce stops them. “Now wait a minute. Couldn’t we just-”
“No,” Sarah and Casey say simultaneously.
“You wanna sex up the Intersect, do it in your own goddamned dimension,” growls Casey, realizing too late that he’s just given Larkin permission to put the moves on Chuck.
Eventually, they end up in the right version of Karkof’s lab. When Chuck repeats the other Chuck’s words, minus the kissing, they know they’re home.
Bryce brushes past Sarah and Casey, grabs Chuck’s face between his hands, and kisses him long and hard.
Casey and Sarah aren’t sure where to look. They can hear the disappointment in Chuck’s voice, though, when he and Bryce come up for air and Chuck says, “This again? Does every Bryce in the universe want to make out with me but mine?”
“I’m yours, Chuck, don’t worry,” Bryce reassures. And, just to be certain, he asks, “Do you sing?”
[end.]
Title: a halve and a halve
Fandom: Chuck
Pairing: Chuck/Bryce
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Warnings: You know the crack I mentioned…
Author’s Note: Thank you, daria234 for encouraging me to embrace that crack and post this :p
Summary: “I’m the future self of the human computer I traveled back in time too late to save,” Chuck says, “and I’m taking his place so we can save the world. Again. General, unorthodox is just the way things are gonna be from now on.”
He’s not sure if it’s the things about Chuck that are familiar to him, or the things that aren’t, that fascinate him the most.
Chuck doesn’t back down when something is important - that’s familiar. But the confidence in Chuck’s eyes as he stares down Beckman… The absolute lack of give? That’s different.
“This is highly unorthodox, Agent Bartowski.”
“I’m the future self of the human computer I traveled back in time too late to save,” Chuck says, “and I’m taking his place so we can save the world. Again. General, unorthodox is just the way things are gonna be from now on.”
Bryce can tell that the others are at a loss as well. Casey’s reaction is amusing. He is confused whenever Chuck demonstrates how close they became in Chuck’s timeline and treats Casey more like family than a teammate. Casey puffs up like a proud father whenever Chuck kicks ass.
Sarah’s response is less warm and fuzzy. Her concerns are clear when she sees how comfortable Chuck seems holding a gun - the way he didn’t even flinch when Casey shot a guy right beside him. She finally asks Chuck if he’s ever killed a man and she doesn’t like it when he doesn’t answer.
“I get it,” Bryce hears Chuck tell her, in the midst of one heated argument. “You miss the old Chuck. I’m sorry, Sarah, but I’m just not him.”
“You talk about yourself from before like you’re two different people,” Sarah accuses.
Bryce sees Chuck’s smile, tight with irritation, as Chuck says, “I’m a spy, sweetheart. I’m a dozen different people.”
Bryce doesn’t agree with Sarah that a spy is the worst thing Chuck could become, now that he’s seen Chuck in action, but he understands better than Casey how special Chuck has always been. Bryce doesn’t want to believe that the ’old’ Chuck is all gone. He wants to believe that this Chuck didn’t kill him. Isn’t lying to them all about what he’s doing here.
“Why did you request that General Beckman assign me to Burbank?” Bryce asks.
“I didn’t ‘request’ it,” Chuck says, standing too close.
“Why?” Bryce insists.
“I- I want to be near you. Is that so hard to believe? It’s been a lot longer for me than it has for you, Bryce,” is Chuck’s vague explanation.
“A lot longer since what?” Bryce asks, but he already knows. They stopped doing this before Flemming, before even Jill. Bryce lied and said he wanted to stop, so they did, and Chuck’s always been cool with that- Always pretended to be cool.
Chuck’s mouth descends on his, telling Bryce that ‘new’ Chuck has a different approach to the matter.
Bryce doesn’t know how he’s supposed to feel now, about the ‘new’ Chuck, or the ‘old.’ He isn’t sure which one’s making a play for his heart.
But he’s relatively sure that one of them will break it, eventually. He can already feel them tugging at it, each from an opposite end.
[end.]
Title: a certain capacity
Fandom(s): Angel/White Collar
Pairing: Wesley Wyndam-Price/Neal Caffrey
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Author’s Note: For chlare whose amazing No Matter What got me thinking about Wes and wanting to do something with him.
Summary: Neal has a way with a canvas and Wes has a critical eye.
He hardly recognizes himself these days... And only in part because Neal insists on dressing him as he does.
“Oh my.”
“Right?” Neal is all teeth and bright eyes. He takes great pleasure from treating Wesley as his very own dresser’s dummy. “Exquisite,” Neal says, a heat entering his smile, his gaze, that one does not direct towards clothing. Wesley will always be amazed that Neal’s chosen to focus all of that passion onto him. “And we’re not done yet; we still need the hat.”
“I’m not wearing the hat, love.” This is an ongoing debate.
“Come on. Imagine all of the nifty demon-hunting paraphernalia you can hide under a hat.”
In point of fact, Neal will not endorse Wesley’s hiding any “demon-hunting paraphernalia” under his hat - or anywhere else on his person. This is Neal’s salesmanship, and they both know it. Neal is possessed of the fanciful notion that if Wes does not carry any demon-hunting tools with him then he will not need them.
Wes has one effective defense against Neal and his hat, and it even happens to be true. “I’d rather you wore the hat, Neal. You’ll look fantastic in it.” Neal always looks fantastic, like he was plucked off of the silver screen and magicked into being. Wesley presses a kiss behind Neal’s ear for good measure and this round goes to him.
No, the clothes aren’t the only thing that Neal has changed about him. Wesley used to dress as poshly back in England, though with nowhere near Neal’s sense of style. It’s other things. Some which Wesley cannot qualify. Wesley has changed the way a room changes when the light leaves it. Or (as is more apt in this case) when the light returns, dispelling the shadows that had once defined its shape.
Wesley thinks on this the night he agrees to let Neal paint him.
“Anything but nude. I know my own body, thank you. I needn’t see it stretched out above a giant easel.”
“I promise not to show you a nude painting of yourself,” Neal concedes, doing nothing to assure Wesley that he hasn’t already been painting such studies.
Wes wonders what else Neal’s art will reveal. How does his lover look at him? Wesley is older than Neal, harder. There are corners of him that will always be dark, but Neal looks at him at times with such wonder… What does Neal see?
Neal shows him. His portrait spares no wrinkle, no scar. Wesley does not wear a Neal-chosen suit but the weathered coat he’s most fond of. It’s a realistic portrayal. Only Neal’s brushwork, the blending, speak of a majesty Wesley cannot believe is based in reality.
Neal watches Wesley’s face as if watching for approval. The biggest change of all… Wesley doesn’t question how he came to be so blessed. He only kisses Neal softly and is thankful his lover has a way with a canvas - an ability to paint even shadowed things with beauty.
[end.]
Fandom: Chuck
Pairing: Chuck/Bryce
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Warnings: Crack. Crack crackity crack.
Author’s Note: Each drabble in this post is for the ‘Familiar’ prompt at slashthedrabble. The Chuck drabbles are all based in Season 1/early Season 2.
Summary: There’s nothing they can do but keep pushing buttons and hoping that eventually they’ll push the one that lands them back in their own dimension.
AO3
Casey hadn’t honestly thought that the damn thing would work. However, he’s spent the last year and a half guarding a human computer. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so quick to judge.
“You heard what Karkof said. We just have to hang tight til Chuck can reverse the polarity of the device so it can send us back.”
If Chuck can figure out how to reverse the polarity of the device. If he can get through Karkof to do it. Casey is less than optimistic, but he doesn’t voice his concerns to Sarah. Not with Larkin always right beside them.
Either way, there’ s nothing they can do but keep pushing buttons and hoping that eventually they’ll push the one that lands them back in their own dimension.
One time, they end up in a dimension where everything is perfectly familiar until Morgan walks up and calls Casey “Dad”. Another, the device takes them to Russia. There they meet another Sarah, with dark hair, wearing a cat suit. When they push the button next, the device takes them to a dimension where Larkin is dead (for real this time). Casey likes those dimensions best.
There is an alternate universe populated only by shrimp. There is an alternate universe where space pirates look like cowboys. There is an alternate universe where…
Well. Casey doesn’t know how to describe it.
“Star of NBC’s Chuck, Zachary Levi, returns from vacation and his latest skydiving experience…,” Sarah reads off of the computer.
“There’s a video on YouTube of him singing at the Oscar’s,” Larkin adds. “Ooh. And he’s in a music video.” That’s… pretty impressive, actually. But Casey scoffs. He’s not gonna admit to being impressed by Chuck after he got them all into this.
In one dimension, they open their eyes and they’re back in Karkof’s lab. They think Chuck’s finally done it, but then Chuck rushes up and plants a kiss… on Bryce’s lips.
“Oh god, Bryce! Thank god! I’m so, so sorry, you guys! I’m so glad you’re back!”
Casey and Sarah sigh. “Alright. Push the button again,” Casey says.
But Bryce stops them. “Now wait a minute. Couldn’t we just-”
“No,” Sarah and Casey say simultaneously.
“You wanna sex up the Intersect, do it in your own goddamned dimension,” growls Casey, realizing too late that he’s just given Larkin permission to put the moves on Chuck.
Eventually, they end up in the right version of Karkof’s lab. When Chuck repeats the other Chuck’s words, minus the kissing, they know they’re home.
Bryce brushes past Sarah and Casey, grabs Chuck’s face between his hands, and kisses him long and hard.
Casey and Sarah aren’t sure where to look. They can hear the disappointment in Chuck’s voice, though, when he and Bryce come up for air and Chuck says, “This again? Does every Bryce in the universe want to make out with me but mine?”
“I’m yours, Chuck, don’t worry,” Bryce reassures. And, just to be certain, he asks, “Do you sing?”
[end.]
Title: a halve and a halve
Fandom: Chuck
Pairing: Chuck/Bryce
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Warnings: You know the crack I mentioned…
Author’s Note: Thank you, daria234 for encouraging me to embrace that crack and post this :p
Summary: “I’m the future self of the human computer I traveled back in time too late to save,” Chuck says, “and I’m taking his place so we can save the world. Again. General, unorthodox is just the way things are gonna be from now on.”
He’s not sure if it’s the things about Chuck that are familiar to him, or the things that aren’t, that fascinate him the most.
Chuck doesn’t back down when something is important - that’s familiar. But the confidence in Chuck’s eyes as he stares down Beckman… The absolute lack of give? That’s different.
“This is highly unorthodox, Agent Bartowski.”
“I’m the future self of the human computer I traveled back in time too late to save,” Chuck says, “and I’m taking his place so we can save the world. Again. General, unorthodox is just the way things are gonna be from now on.”
Bryce can tell that the others are at a loss as well. Casey’s reaction is amusing. He is confused whenever Chuck demonstrates how close they became in Chuck’s timeline and treats Casey more like family than a teammate. Casey puffs up like a proud father whenever Chuck kicks ass.
Sarah’s response is less warm and fuzzy. Her concerns are clear when she sees how comfortable Chuck seems holding a gun - the way he didn’t even flinch when Casey shot a guy right beside him. She finally asks Chuck if he’s ever killed a man and she doesn’t like it when he doesn’t answer.
“I get it,” Bryce hears Chuck tell her, in the midst of one heated argument. “You miss the old Chuck. I’m sorry, Sarah, but I’m just not him.”
“You talk about yourself from before like you’re two different people,” Sarah accuses.
Bryce sees Chuck’s smile, tight with irritation, as Chuck says, “I’m a spy, sweetheart. I’m a dozen different people.”
Bryce doesn’t agree with Sarah that a spy is the worst thing Chuck could become, now that he’s seen Chuck in action, but he understands better than Casey how special Chuck has always been. Bryce doesn’t want to believe that the ’old’ Chuck is all gone. He wants to believe that this Chuck didn’t kill him. Isn’t lying to them all about what he’s doing here.
“Why did you request that General Beckman assign me to Burbank?” Bryce asks.
“I didn’t ‘request’ it,” Chuck says, standing too close.
“Why?” Bryce insists.
“I- I want to be near you. Is that so hard to believe? It’s been a lot longer for me than it has for you, Bryce,” is Chuck’s vague explanation.
“A lot longer since what?” Bryce asks, but he already knows. They stopped doing this before Flemming, before even Jill. Bryce lied and said he wanted to stop, so they did, and Chuck’s always been cool with that- Always pretended to be cool.
Chuck’s mouth descends on his, telling Bryce that ‘new’ Chuck has a different approach to the matter.
Bryce doesn’t know how he’s supposed to feel now, about the ‘new’ Chuck, or the ‘old.’ He isn’t sure which one’s making a play for his heart.
But he’s relatively sure that one of them will break it, eventually. He can already feel them tugging at it, each from an opposite end.
[end.]
Title: a certain capacity
Fandom(s): Angel/White Collar
Pairing: Wesley Wyndam-Price/Neal Caffrey
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Author’s Note: For chlare whose amazing No Matter What got me thinking about Wes and wanting to do something with him.
Summary: Neal has a way with a canvas and Wes has a critical eye.
He hardly recognizes himself these days... And only in part because Neal insists on dressing him as he does.
“Oh my.”
“Right?” Neal is all teeth and bright eyes. He takes great pleasure from treating Wesley as his very own dresser’s dummy. “Exquisite,” Neal says, a heat entering his smile, his gaze, that one does not direct towards clothing. Wesley will always be amazed that Neal’s chosen to focus all of that passion onto him. “And we’re not done yet; we still need the hat.”
“I’m not wearing the hat, love.” This is an ongoing debate.
“Come on. Imagine all of the nifty demon-hunting paraphernalia you can hide under a hat.”
In point of fact, Neal will not endorse Wesley’s hiding any “demon-hunting paraphernalia” under his hat - or anywhere else on his person. This is Neal’s salesmanship, and they both know it. Neal is possessed of the fanciful notion that if Wes does not carry any demon-hunting tools with him then he will not need them.
Wes has one effective defense against Neal and his hat, and it even happens to be true. “I’d rather you wore the hat, Neal. You’ll look fantastic in it.” Neal always looks fantastic, like he was plucked off of the silver screen and magicked into being. Wesley presses a kiss behind Neal’s ear for good measure and this round goes to him.
No, the clothes aren’t the only thing that Neal has changed about him. Wesley used to dress as poshly back in England, though with nowhere near Neal’s sense of style. It’s other things. Some which Wesley cannot qualify. Wesley has changed the way a room changes when the light leaves it. Or (as is more apt in this case) when the light returns, dispelling the shadows that had once defined its shape.
Wesley thinks on this the night he agrees to let Neal paint him.
“Anything but nude. I know my own body, thank you. I needn’t see it stretched out above a giant easel.”
“I promise not to show you a nude painting of yourself,” Neal concedes, doing nothing to assure Wesley that he hasn’t already been painting such studies.
Wes wonders what else Neal’s art will reveal. How does his lover look at him? Wesley is older than Neal, harder. There are corners of him that will always be dark, but Neal looks at him at times with such wonder… What does Neal see?
Neal shows him. His portrait spares no wrinkle, no scar. Wesley does not wear a Neal-chosen suit but the weathered coat he’s most fond of. It’s a realistic portrayal. Only Neal’s brushwork, the blending, speak of a majesty Wesley cannot believe is based in reality.
Neal watches Wesley’s face as if watching for approval. The biggest change of all… Wesley doesn’t question how he came to be so blessed. He only kisses Neal softly and is thankful his lover has a way with a canvas - an ability to paint even shadowed things with beauty.
[end.]