Greetings to all of my Chuck buddies, I have missed you so. Well it has been a long few months for me and for those of you that follow my writing you can see that I am starting to get back into the swing of things. I know I have a few Chuck stories not finished and I will finish them at some point just not right now.
My new friend Nirvana12 has given me a few ideas they would like to see be turned into a story and I liked the way this one sounded so I'm going with it.
OK story review. This is going to be rated M at some point , I am starting it off as T then will change it when appropriate, or just make a big notification about the contents. But there will be violence, language and good old citrusy smut. It's a story about what would have happened if Bryce never interfered with Chuck becoming a spy. Chuck graduates from Stanford and was sent to be the top candidate for Project Omaha. While there Chuck encounters a very awkward Sarah Walker, who is the social outcast. They are teamed up together and learn how to trust one another in a world of lies and deceit and eventually end up falling in love.
So sit back, grab some popcorn and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I still don't own Chuck…NBC won't respond to my offers to buy.
It was the proudest day of my life so far. I was finally graduating from Stanford University with my Bachelors in Engineering. I was at the top of my class; perfect grades across the board, everything I've worked so hard for these past few years has finally paid off.
I can see it in my sister's eyes that this was a proud moment for her as well. Her baby brother graduating and going off to make a new life for himself. A small part of me wishes that Dad were here, I sent him an invitation but it was returned to sender. I didn't dwell on it too much, I had Ellie and that's all I needed. If she only knew the life I was about to enter into. I still think she would be proud of me, I mean I am trying to make the world a better place. But she would constantly worry about my safety and that was something I didn't want on her conscience or mine.
See a few months ago I was called into one of my professor's office to talk about a test I'd taken. It was on visual images and data study. I thought I had bombed the test but I was informed that I scored very high and he wanted to talk to me.
He asked me about my goals and where I saw myself in the future. I told him I wanted to open my own software company and produce video games in mass quantity. He laughed at me and said that was a pretty good dream. After that the conversation switched to a more serious discussion.
"Chuck you are one of the quickest studies I have ever encountered in this program. Your test scores are off the charts and your retention of information is remarkable." He informed me.
"Ummm…thank you?" I replied, not really knowing how to respond.
"Chuck I may work for this University but there are other people that take part in this program and are on the lookout for outstanding talents. They are interested in you Chuck." He continued on.
"What kind of people?"
"Government people Chuck. The CIA to be more exact. They are always looking for new recruits and they believe you have what it takes to be one of their top agents."
No freak'n way!
"You mean….like a spy?" I asked
"Maybe, maybe not. Your skills Chuck are very advanced, especially for someone without any extensive training. You could possibly be an analyst or possibly be something bigger. Think about it this way Chuck. All this information gathering, code breaking, system creating we deal with, if we had people that could understand these things and put them together in a sequence of events and information, those things could turn out to be something that could save millions of lives."
I let out a heavy sigh, it was very overwhelming sitting here listening to my professor talk about this stuff. I had never been the type to think of myself as a CIA agent. Yeah I've played games all day where I am one but becoming one…could I really do that?
"I know this is a lot to take in Chuck and I wouldn't be talking about this unless I was certain you were right for the job. You have twenty four hours to give me your answer, you are a smart guy. I hope you make the right choice." He finished talking and shakes my hand.
I left his office in a daze, my whole world had changed in a matter of minutes and all I did was go to a meeting. Part of me wanted to scream like a little girl, the other part of me wanted to suck it up and go be a bad ass.
I made my way back to my frat house and slowly made my way up the stairs to my room where I unceremoniously fell down onto my bed. This was going to be a hard decision; I guess what it all boiled down to was my values. Would I be ok being a spy? I would have to lie, cheat, maybe even kill. No I don't think I could do those things, it's not me.
I say no in my head but then I start thinking about what the professor said. I start thinking about how many lives I could save if I was actually able to process the information like they think I can. I would be saving Ellie, Devon, Morgan and everyone else I know. Would that be worth the sacrifice of my sanity?
I was about to give myself a migraine when my roommate walked in and greeted me.
"Hey Chuck. How did your meeting with the professor go?"
"Hey Bryce. It went ok…he gave me a lot to think about." I replied.
Bryce, my best friend since day one here at Stanford, we would do anything for each other we were like brothers. He was just as big a nerd as I was but he covered it up with charm and class. I was…well just a nerd. He introduced me to my girlfriend Jill, she was an everquest nerd and we hit it off right away.
"Chuck…" Bryce started but just couldn't find the words. I looked over at him and it looked like he was struggling to tell me something.
"What is it Bryce? You know you can talk to me about anything."
"Chuck I know what your meeting was about. I know they want you to join the CIA." He confessed.
"How do you know that Bryce?" I questioned.
"Because I've been a member since our JR year." He said with a serious tone.
I was awestruck. My roommate and friend was a member of CIA.
"How…when…why?" I couldn't form a complete sentence.
"Ok Chuck calm down. What I'm about to tell you can get me into a world of shit but I trust you and I hope this helps with your decision. Last year I was approached by one of my professor's kind of the same way you were. He told me that the CIA was interested in recruiting me in some special training they offered and if I was interested in joining them."
"And obviously you said yes."
"Hell yeah I said yes. Chuck this is the CIA. James Bond type shit. Think off all the things you would be doing, the adrenaline rushes, the travel, the girls, and the fights."
"See right there, I don't want a fight. I am fight free. I'm more of a cuddler than a fighter."
Bryce just shook his head and laughed.
"Oh Chuck, you would never be doing the things I am. They are going to send you somewhere where you can use that big brain of yours. Your gonna handle all the Intel while I go out and save the day. See we can still be a team. Chuck and Bryce working together to save the world, you work the computers, I do the rest."
It kind of pissed me off that Bryce was talking about me like I was useless in certain aspects of this job, but when I thought about it I was. I am useless in that area, all I've ever been good at is computers and games and anything to do with electronics. Maybe I needed this to prove to myself that I could do more, the dream of owning my own software company can be worked on later. But this…This was like super secret squirrel stuff, the things my video games would be based upon. What better way to create something then to have firsthand knowledge.
So that brings us back to the present, standing here with my friends and family. I ended up dumping Jill. It pained me to do so but I had to concentrate on my training courses they had me doing and the fact that I wouldn't see her for god knows how long. She didn't take it very well but it was in her best interest. Bryce took off before graduation, promising me that we would see each other again. If he said it then I had no doubt it was true.
I wasn't going to let any of that get to me right now, I am going to sit here and enjoying the last few days of civilian freedom I had, cause in just a few short days I would be on a plane, destination unknown to continue with my training.
The CIA is grooming me to be one of the top Special Ops analysts for a new project called Operation Omaha. I was told that the training would be extensive and cover every aspect of being a spy. That part made me nervous. I would just keep chanting in my head that this was all for the greater good, as long as I believed that I could do this.
Time to go learn to be a spy.
So I hope everyone likes this so far. I tried to keep the Chuck we all know and love but he will change once we get further along into the story.
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