A/N: The pace of the updates is slowing and let me say why. I'm having eye issues. Nothing major but about this time every year I need new glasses. (Getting old…okay, older) It's getting uncomfortable to read, watch TV, or anything that's not at a larger resolution. Hopefully by the end of the month I'll have my new noline trifocals that will do away with the strain, until then, I'll do what I can. Thanks for your patience.
A/N2: I may have put charahkids (and some of the rest of you) in a diabetic coma last chapter… I can't promise I won't do it again (it's me, I probably will). Where are we in the story? Somewhere past the ½ mark…maybe…of the dream anyway…after that…who knows…Today's music while originally done by the great Cyndi Lauper, will be by Minnesota band Quietdrive. Find something to hold on to, because folks, this is THE BIG ONE, it's Ch 7, Time After Time
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, Terminator, Norse Mythology, or Quietdrive, but I'm beginning to wonder if someone didn't spike my food when I had this dream…If you fall I will catch you-I'll be waiting…Time after time….
Chuck woke, finding Sarah tangled up around him again. He really wanted to brush the hair out of her face, but he knew that would wake her, and she could be a little grumpy when woken. He wanted to explore the facility. They thought it was a resistance base that had been abandoned. They had found the generators that run the facility, and thought it would be a good place to equip and stage an assault from if one wanted to attack the machines at their home. Chuck slipped from under Sarah the best he could, but she felt him move.
"C'me bac to bd," she mumbled.
"I'm going to make breakfast," he said.
"Don care," she mumbled. "Nee my Chuck." Chuck froze, the smile that grew on his face would have lit up the room.
"Your Chuck?" he asked.
"You my Chuck," she mumbled.
"Your Chuck is going to make you breakfast," he said. She never responded. He walked out to the main room, and noticed a computer monitor on. He stopped short when he saw what it said. "1 or 11" Chuck stared at it like he had seen a ghost. He knew the answer to the question, but the thing was, the only other person that would know the correct answer….well, he was dead. Chuck swallowed, and had to know. He reached down, typed, Aces Charles, and stood. The screen went blank, a light came out and scanned him, worrying Chuck. "Charles Bartowski, welcome to the Resistance," it said. Then millions of imagines came over the screen. He saw them all and he wondered if his head wouldn't explode. They stopped and he blinked once, and fell straight back. He lay there, unconscious. Sarah burst into the room looking for who to attack, but no one was there. She saw Chuck on the ground, and hurried to him.
A computer made a noise and Frigga looked at it. She walked over, read the read-out and became enraged. "ODIN!" she screamed.
"Yes?" the words appeared on the monitor.
"WHAT? DID? YOU? DO!?" she bellowed.
"I uploaded the second installment into him," the screen read.
"I thought we agreed!" she yelled, enraged.
"No, you did what you do, and I listened, and then I did what I do," the screen read.
"You could have killed him!" she said, realizing being angry was solving nothing.
"There was less than a 5% chance," the screen read.
"The team will be there soon," she said, changing the subject so she didn't do something stupid to his body.
"Is that a good idea?" the screen read.
"Why wouldn't it be a good idea?" she asked, close to seething.
"If she thinks they're trying to hurt him…" the screen read. Frigga thought a second, turned, and walked away. "FRIGGA?" the screen said in all caps. There was screaming and the sound of something breaking in another room. "Perhaps its best if I disappear for a bit."
"Chuck, please wake up," Sarah said, holding his head. "Chuck."
"Shhh, not so loud," he mumbled. Sarah pulled him to her. "Breathe," he mumbled into her shoulder. "Can't breathe." She let go and looked at him. "Air is good." After determining he was alright, she punched his shoulder. "OW! What was that for?"
"For doing something stupid!" she said. "I tell you that I don't want to return back to DC and then you go and do this."
"How do you know it's my fault?" he asked. She glared at him. "Okay, so maybe it's my fault."
"What did you do?" she asked through gritted teeth.
"I answered a question on the computer," he said. "But, here's the kicker, Sarah, the question was something my father used to say to me."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that I think my father left something for me to fight the machines," Chuck said.
"What did it do?"
"I think I uploaded something," Chuck said. "I think it might have been an update to whatever I had earlier." She stared at him and shook her head.
"This is our deal, non-negotiable," she said. "I take the risks, you don't."
"No," Chuck said. Sarah glared at him. "We are a team. There are somethings that you do better than me, but I'm not going to sit back and do nothing if I can help." She came closer, the glare growing. "You are so sexy when you try to intimidate me." Chuck kissed her on the nose, and he swore he heard her growl. He scrambled backwards to get away before she beat him. "You know we should eat and get going, we don't want Hogun to have to double back too much. You know he has Molly, and we need to check on her, you wouldn't want her to have to be with him too long." Sarah just stared at him.
"No one has ever told me no," Sarah said.
"Well, there you go," he said swallowing. She walked up to him, their faces inches apart.
"For a smart guy you do some real stupid things," she said. She walked off. "I'm going to shower, make me breakfast and I'll think about your counter offer."
"It's not an offer," Chuck said. She turned around and stared. Chuck gulped. "What kind of pancakes did you want?"
He had found chocolate chips to make chocolate chip pancakes. He apparently had not found enough for Sarah to munch on chocolate chips while he made the pancakes.
"You're going to end up with one chocolate chip in each pancake at this rate," he said. She just stared at him, and popped another in her mouth. Chuck was an absolute mess. Sarah had showered, changed into the BDUs she had found in the base, which fit her quite nicely he might add. She had on no makeup, her hair was still wet, and hung loose down her back. He wasn't sure he had ever seen a more beautiful sight in his life.
"Will, you quit staring and cook my food," she said. Chuck snapped out of his thoughts.
"I-I wasn't.." he stammered.
"Yes, you were," she said. "It's okay, I don't mind, just don't burn my food," she said, a grin on her face. Chuck swallowed. She narrowed her eyes, studying him. "You're hurting." He waved it off, and took the chocolate chips away from him. She pouted a bit, and Chuck stopped in mid-turn. No one, absolutely no one, should be able to do that, especially not the Valkyrie, and be that adorable. It just wasn't fair.
"If I don't take these from you, you'll eat them all before I get them in the pancakes," he said. She glared at him.
"You should probably snack on a few," she retorted. "Don't want you getting too skinny," she said, smacking his rear as she walked off. Chuck put that comment in context with all the ones she'd been making the past few days. He wasn't sure what their relationship status was, but he suspected it was going to be interesting…if they both survived this. "More cooking, less thinking," she barked.
"Yes, ma'am," he said mock saluting.
"Chuck, we're not going anywhere today, it's obvious, your head is still hurting," she said.
"It's just a little headache," he retorted.
"Chuck, I need you alive," she said.
"I know I have to be handed over to Heaven, I know," he said.
"Chuck," she said softly. "I" she said, stressing the word. "Need you to be alive." He turned and looked at her. "I'm not going back after this is over."
"Sarah," he began, she held up her hand.
"You better respect me," she said pointing at him. "I know a long con, and while for the life of me, I can't see you doing it, if you do, I will hurt you like you've never been hurt before." He walked over to her and took her hand.
"I thought we kinda already established my life is in your hands," he said. She nodded, he noticed tears in her eyes. She took his other hand.
"Be patient with me," she said softly. The look on Chuck's face was indescribable as the smile threatened to consume his face. He leaned forward and softly kissed her forehead.
"Always," he whispered. She pulled in abruptly, and held him like her life depended on it. "The pancakes," he tried to choke out.
"Don't care," she said, holding on to him and for once in her life, she didn't feel alone. That was when a soft beeping noise started to come from Chuck's wrist. "Get the pancakes then," she said, pushing him away, thinking it was an alarm. Chuck had never heard the wrist computer to make a noise before. He opened it up, and grinned.
"CASEY!" he yelled. He jumped up, took the pancakes off, and the two rushed up the stairs. They exited the building, and looked in the direction he should be coming from.
They saw the dust cloud, and it was quickly apparent that it was more than one horse. Sarah tensed, but Chuck showed her the computer. It appeared that was Casey coming, and he had help. The horses appeared, and they watched them slowly take form on the horizon. After a bit, Chuck could tell it was Casey and what appeared to be nine others with him. He pulled up in front of them, a grin on his face, and they both saw strapped to his front was Molly.
"I'm so glad to see you," Sarah said, and reached over and picked up Molly. Casey looked at Chuck who shrugged.
"What's going on Casey?" Chuck asked.
"These are Frigga's men," Casey answered. "A carriage should be here this evening for the three of you to go to the train station."
"Will you be riding with us?" Chuck asked.
"Depends on what you and Valkyrie are up to," Casey answered. It wasn't a shot at them, it was just the honest truth. "How you turned Valkyrie into what have, I will never know," Casey muttered, as he looked at Chuck's arm. "Glad to see you didn't lose that." Something had been picking at Chuck's brain.
"Strange," Chuck said. "There's the original three of us, then with me, Sarah, and Molly appearing to be a family, that's three, and then the nine of the guard." Casey nodded.
"The two most important numbers in Norse mythology," Casey replied. Chuck realized something big was going on. "You got anything to eat?" Casey asked. Chuck grinned and brought them inside. They entered, with the guard following them. When they got downstairs, Casey was very impressed.
"An old resistance base," Casey said. Chuck nodded. One of the guards came over and talked to Casey, who nodded. He turned to Chuck and Sarah. "Sorry guys, but you have to talk to someone." The guards left, telling them they were heading for the kitchens. "After this, we'll have the rest of the day to prepare, and leave in the morning." He went over to a computer and put in a flash drive. The screen came to life with an image.
"Charles Irving Bartowski, I presume," the image said. It was a woman, but the face was computer rendered. There was no hair on the woman, but Chuck thought that was the computer image, though he wasn't sure why.
"Who are you?" Valkyrie asked, shooting Chuck a look to be quiet, she would handle this.
"I am Frigga," the lady said. Chuck stared at the image…there was something, and the voice…
"How do I know that?" Valkyrie asked.
"We are unsecure," Frigga answered. "I will reveal my true self when you reach Fensalir, my hall, here in Heaven."
"Where are you at, the old South Los Angeles Wetlands Park?" Chuck asked, thinking he was funny. Sarah looked at him.
"Very good, Charles," Frigga said. "Yes, Fensalir does mean marshlands, and I have built my hall there." Chuck was impressed with himself. "I see you both have rings."
"Why does that matter?" Sarah asked.
"Frigga is the goddess of marriage for those that have been sanctioned by society," Chuck explained. "But you're not really a Norse Goddess."
"You are too smart for your own good sometimes, Chuck," Frigga said, amusement in her voice. "This is why we need you, Trickster." Chuck stared at the image.
"I am not turning him over to you," Sarah said.
"You wear his ring," Frigga said, not asked.
"Yes," she said. Chuck looked at Sarah.
"Are you his protector?" Frigga asked.
"No," Sarah said, and drew up. Frigga seemed disappointed. "Calling me his protector does not begin to describe what I am. I am whatever Chuck needs me to be, protector, friend, partner, or whatever other term he feels I deserve." Chuck's mouth was on the floor. While Frigga's face never moved, you could feel the smile on her face.
"And the child, what are you to her?" Frigga asked.
"The same," Sarah said.
"Both parents are dead now, what will you do for her?" Frigga asked. Chuck glanced at Sarah.
"Then I guess I will add mother to that list, because as bad as I am, I love that little girl and I will not let her be raised by some orphanage in this world," Sarah said. Hogun's mouth was on the floor beside Chuck.
"I thought you said this was a loveless world, Valkyrie?" Frigga asked, the amusement apparent in her voice.
"Someone made me see different," she said.
"And will Charles be the father?" Frigga asked.
"If he wishes," Sarah said, too scared of his answer to speak for him.
"Yes," he said, taking Sarah's hand in his, standing right beside her. Sarah looked at Chuck, grinned, and nodded.
"I see," Frigga said. "So by your own admission you are your husband's protector," Sarah looked a little shaken at that, and Chuck brain may have been permanently fried. "And, you're daughter's protector. Chuck, what are you to Sarah?"
"Whatever she'll allow me to be," Chuck said. Sarah squeezed his hand.
"Hear me, Frigga," Sarah said, drawing up. "I know that I may seem like nothing, but if you try and take Chuck or Molly from us, you may eventually kill me, but I will take down an entire host with me. I will never give up, are we clear?"
"Crystal," Frigga said. "By their own admission this is a family, and you are its protector, you are hereby blessed by Frigga, and granted permission to enter Heaven, along with your colleague Hogun. We need your assistance. Please join me at Fensalir, at your earliest convenience. For the rest of your trip, my guard will see you to the train station, and then from there to Heaven. I assume the three of you still want your entire family in the one room." Chuck looked at Sarah. She never glanced at him.
"How can I protect them, if they aren't beside me?" Sarah asked. Frigga seemed to smile again.
"Excellent answer," Frigga said. "I look forward to meeting in person soon. I will inform Beckman of new terms and your status. To be clear, you are…married?"
"Yes," Sarah said, knowing this was important, but not sure why.
"Do you think you should check with your husband?" Frigga asked, Chuck had been dumbstruck this entire time, but that little teasing jab made him turn.
"Are we allowed to live in Heaven?" Chuck asked.
"Yes," Frigga answered.
"Can I bring the rest of my family?" Chuck asked. "I have a brother out there, technically brother-in-law, can we get him to Heaven?" There was silence for a second.
"We will discuss that," Frigga said, Chuck sensed the emotion, though she tried to hide it.
"Thank you, Systir, yes, we are married," Chuck said, tears in his eyes.
"Aces, Charles," Frigga said, and the feed cut off.
A/N: I know, I know, it was short, but, we got to where we needed to. There's more to come…So much more…If you're lost you can look and you will find me…Time after time….Take care, see you soon