A/N: This is a crossover story involving two of my favorite shows, Voyagers! and Chuck. (For more info on Voyagers- pleases visit my website-linked through my profile, you'll learn all you need to know!) As the fic progresses the Voyagers side of it all will be explained and rest assured, it's fairly simple and fun. The story begins in 2008 when I wrote it. Hope you enjoy this one!~Mrs. PB. :)

Chuck Vs. The Omni

Chapter 1: The Great Earthquake

Burbank Mall, April 15th 2008

Chuck Bartowski had a flash, and it was a very weird one at that. He saw gadgets and gizmos and contraptions and doohickeys with powerful vibrations go off at the push of a button. He saw blueprints from mine and quarry tests flickering throughout his brain and then…it was over. The technology in it was oddly out of place. He studied the lanky, fair-haired antiquities dealer. He was oddly dressed in a nineteen–hundreds fashion with a modern flair. He took note of the pasty, wide-eyed museum curator, and the painting situated behind them as they shook hands for the live news broadcast. The dealer was the flash trigger. Chuck could have sworn he glimpsed him in the flash, though the image came peculiarly from an old photograph.

"We have many beautiful pieces that we received from 'The Great Earthquake' in 1906 and it is only fitting to honor that momentous event with this auction." The curator beamed. "All pieces were graciously donated by the Wilhelm Julian is my personal collection."

"Can you describe some of these items, Mr. Julian?" The reporter pressed, putting the microphone before the blonde man.

"I can say that it is very exciting to have my collection up for public sale, it's almost akin to a turn of the century flea market! Those were grand! We have kitchenware, fixtures, clothing; we've recovered some missing costumes from the Metropolitan Opera Company as well. We also have artwork…"

"Oh, can I say what my favorite piece is?" The curator interrupted.

"Of course, Mr. Hirschfield."

"Julian has acquired some kind of brass pocket watch device, it doesn't seem to be working, but you'll have to see it to believe it. It has gorgeous intricacies in its craftsmanship and was fitted with a globe and colored lights, even though electricity was fairly new at the time. It's a marvel of design!"

After a little more bantering, the news reporter ended his report on the auction and noted that only serious investors would be considered.

Chuck rubbed his chin. 'Charles Carmichael wouldn't mind having a doorknob from 1906.' He thought.

Major John Casey caught Chuck's dull-eyed, vacant stare at the HD screens and grunted.

"We have a winner." He mumbled, and then smiled politely at the female customer out to buy a dryer and get a date.

She giggled and flirted, twirling her bright pink nails through bleached hair. She tried to pout her collagen-enhanced lips, which only further revealed their unusual, guppy like form. At her age, her forehead should have looked like a toaster, but it was smooth as a porcelain doll. Casey thought she must have went to a hack surgeon. California was full of them, you just had to open the entertainment section or take a stroll down Beverly Hills to see the damage. Real beauty in a woman was hard to find these days.

"Are you sure, big guy? Does Buy More have a warranty? Maybe you can come over and fix it?" She sighed. "I bet you're pretty handy."

Casey held back a laugh and ran his large hand teasingly over the top of the dryer. He moved nearer to her, just enough to see her arm hairs prickle with delight and her fingers claw at her tight tee shirt. He put his mouth close to her ear.

"I can personally guarantee this baby gets very hot and it doesn't shrink." He whispered earnestly. "Go for it…"

The woman was about ready to jump him when Chuck ran over and dragged him away. This was the course of action Casey had planned on. He nodded mischievously as she rushed to complete her purchase. She caught his eye and he tapped his broad chest, pointing out his name tag on the Buy More green shirt. Chuck groaned loudly and rolled his eyes.

"Casey! We have an emergency, I flashed! Time for a break!"

"Relax, Chuck. I saw your mug go brain dead for a few seconds, but it's not much difference from your usual face…let's go!"

As Casey marched out of the store, Chuck wagged his fist. One of these days, Casey would meet his match and they wouldn't tolerate his rudeness.

"Put the fist cuffs down, Bartowski. You know you'd never win."

-Oo-

April 18th 1906, San Francisco, California.

The young man and boy landed in the wide-open square at 5:00am with a buzzing red light on the omni. The streets were fairly quiet, save for street merchants beginning their workday with the sunrise. The two strangers wandered the city blocks confused as to the source of the red light and came to rest in front of the huge and architecturally stunning Palace Hotel.

Jeffrey Jones paced the entrance distracted, trying to figure out what was wrong with the time zone. Just as a thought came to him, the ground rumbled and he was knocked off his feet.

"Bogg! What's going on?"

The hotel's support beams fractured, but the building held up valiantly under the sudden and violent quake. Phineas Bogg ran to grab Jeffrey when a man clothed all in black raced by and nearly pushed him down. Jeffrey looked him repulsed.

"Bogg! That was Drake! He's going in hotel! We have to stop him!"

Jeffrey scurried through the hordes of guests exiting with fright.

"Jeffrey! No! Get back here!" Phineas shouted, but it was too late. "Jeffrey!"

Phineas shoved past the terrified people. Hundreds were shaken from their peaceful slumber and now ran for their lives. The ground quaked harder and he tripped. The omni flew out of his hand and was immediately lost in the stampede. He gasped; it was their only means of escape from the calamity that would become known as 'The Great Earthquake.'

"Bat's breath!" He swore. This was no time to worry about it; he had to save his kid before the entire hotel collapsed. "Jeffrey! Where are you?"

Phineas finally caught up to him in the dazzling Garden Court Dining Hall. The boy rushed to apprehend Drake by the stairwell. The gilded chandeliers above them swayed precariously and one dropped, followed by another. Soon, the chains on all of them were spinning and snapping, sending them crashing to the floor and showering everyone with jagged shards of crystallized glass. Phineas dove beneath a table, laying low until the last one fell and then he sprinted out.

"Jeffrey! Don't move! I'm coming!"

Jeffrey had taken cues from his partner and hid under a table. He seized the base as the rumbling slowed and cautiously waved his hand out.

"I'm right here, Bogg! Hurry!"

Drake meanwhile, had accosted a large, swarthy man trying to make a hasty exit. Despite the man's size, Drake had him pinned against the wall. The man shook fearfully and clutched a photo of Theodore Roosevelt to his heart.

"What are you doing, Drake? Let him go, now!" Phineas demanded.

"No! Don't you remember our goals, Bogg? I make sure history goes wrong! You try and protect its course! Not this time!"

Phineas lunged at the rogue Voyager and shoved him into the stairwell. Drake released his hold on the other man and Jeffrey reached for his arm.

"Quick! I'll help you out!"

"Grazie! Grazie! I will never, ever sing in this dreadful city again! Everything is destroyed! Our props! Our costumes! All gone!" The man moaned loudly as he followed along.

Phineas cornered Drake and punched him in the stomach. Drake doubled over, and tried to grab for his omni to make an escape. The quaking started again for a twenty-second aftershock and they both tumbled. Phineas seized Drake's collar and yanked him across the dining area.

"I should push you through the fault line!" He seethed, but continued to help his nemesis to safety. "But I'm not a killer like you."

Phineas spotted Jeffrey covered in dust. He cowered under the hotel awnings; it seemed to be the safest building in the area and the only one that wasn't crumbling. Keeping Drake in his clutches, Phineas hurried over.

"Jeff, are you alright?"

"I'm okay!"

"Who was that guy you helped?"

"That was Enrico Caruso! He was one of the most famous Italian Opera singers in the world. He just ran off to catch a boat…" Jeffrey trembled.

Phineas was disturbed that a grown man would leave a child to die, but let it go. History had to play out the right way. He glared at Drake.

"Anywhere this loser can, he'll try and ruin lives and the past, won't he?" He barked, clutching Drake's collar tighter.

"Get off of me, Voyager Bogg!" Drake struggled under his iron like vise. "You're too late! I accomplished what I came here for, Caruso was just an afterthought!"

"Bogg! Come on! We have to get out of here! Where's the omni?" Jeffrey demanded.

The buildings continued to fall and crumble to the ground. As much as they wanted to help, Phineas and Jeffrey had to ignore the screams and cries of panic, and ultimately pain and death. The air thickened with black smoke as the start of the devastating four-day fires began.

Phineas was frantic; his omni was nowhere to be found. "Jeff, I lost it! I fell and it landed somewhere, it must be trampled by now!"

Jeffrey snatched Drake's silver omni off his belt and clutched Phineas' arm. "Then we use his!"

He pushed the activator button on the top and they all soared through the cosmos.