Wow, fifty seven chapters. But like the show that this story is based on, it's time to wrap this up.
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The Not So Virgin Islands
Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence. – Aristotle
Sarah smiled at the clear exuberance her sister was showing thumbing through the rack of hangers. "You do realize, Ellie," she said, in the tone that you would normally reserve for a small child. "That I have purchased a negligee before… all on my own."
"So has every two bit hooker," Ellie replied without looking up from her search. "Just because you've done it before doesn't mean that you did a good job. Besides, seducing your husband is different than throwing your body at some grubby CIA mark. It takes much more attention to detail."
"It's very different," Sarah agreed. "With the grubby CIA mark, the true objective is to not actually have sex. But I've also seduced my husband several times. In fact…"
"You said that you wanted this night to be special for him," Ellie interrupted. "You asked for my help to surprise him. Do you want it or not?"
"I do want it," Sarah said. "It's just I'm a little surprised by your enthusiasm. The seduce-e in this case does happen to be your brother. In the past you've made it a policy to stay out of our sex life."
"And trust me," Ellie said as she could no longer keep the smile from tugging at the corners of her mouth. "After tonight I fully intent to go firmly right back to that policy. But this isn't only my brother, he's also my patient. And it's been almost two weeks. The poor guy might explode at any minute now."
"That's sort of what I'm hoping for," Sarah said playfully as she bumped shoulders with Ellie sending her stumbling a little. "Maybe I haven't been totally clear. I'm hoping that he isn't the only one who explodes. I'm thinking that there might actually be multiple explosions."
That got the predictable groan. "You've been plenty clear," Ellie said.
Sarah clearly had her on the run. But she didn't let up from her sport. "Since between us, you were the last one to be a two bit hooker," she said with a smirk. "Maybe you know what you're talking about. After all, my nickname is The Enforcer. Your nickname is Slutty Ellie."
That got them both laughing. Fortunately, Ellie had already found what she was looking for. She held the light blue garment up to Sarah. "This is perfect," she said. "It matches your eyes perfectly."
"And even better," Sarah agreed. "You can see right through it."
But when they looked up from their laughing, the clerk was standing there beside them.
"Excuse me," she said shyly. "I'm so sorry to bother you in a family moment. But I'm such a big fan. Do you think I could have your autographs?"
Ellie and Sarah just looked at each other in stunned silence. "You want our autographs?" Ellie asked in confusion. "Why?"
"You're Ellie Bartowski, aren't you?" the clerk asked shyly. "And you're Sarah Bartowski?"
"Your pictures have been on the television non-stop for the past two weeks."
Naturally, the instant Sarah got back to the house, she went looking for Chuck. Most of the team was gathered in the family room talking. Normally once she noticed that Carina and Jeff were back, she would have stayed for a few minutes and chatted. But she had already been away for almost two hours, and quite frankly she was getting a bit anxious to touch him.
When Sarah finally got back to their room, Chuck was in bed sleeping. And Sarah would be less than honest if she claimed to not be disappointed. After all, she had been looking forward to this moment for more than a few days now.
It was hard for her to be upset with Chuck. That wasn't very fair at all. After all, he was only a little over ten days away from nearly being killed.
But she honestly was.
So there was really nothing to do except get undressed, put on her old reliable silk nightshirt from Cancun, and climb into bed next to him. The negligee and accompanied show she had planned would wait for another night. And she did get something out of the deal. Snuggling with him was her favorite thing in the world. Watching him sleep was a close second.
"How long have you been home?"
Sarah didn't move her head from its comfortable position buried between his shoulder and chest. "About an hour," she said. "I'm sorry that I woke you. Go back to sleep."
"Huh?" Chuck said sleepily as he stirred forcing Sarah to move. "You told me to rest up… that this was going to be a big night for us. So I took a nap. Why didn't you wake me up?"
"You were sleeping," Sarah protested.
"You told me to rest up," Chuck repeated, his frustration more evident than he intended. "The last time you told me that, you came home and said that you had eliminated Ted Roark. Quite frankly I was hoping for something a little more exciting this time."
"That was the plan," Sarah said. "That's where I was. Ellie was helping me pick out a little something to help create the proper mood."
Chuck looked at her like she had just sprouted a second head. "Huh?" he asked in stunned amazement. "You seriously think that you have to do something special to create the mood? It's been damn near two weeks. If the mood was any more created the results would probably be somewhat less than satisfying."
That got Sarah laughing. "Okay," she said. "Maybe we can save that for Cancun. You still want to go, right?"
"Why would you ask me that?" Chuck said with something of an exasperated smile. "Are you drunk? Did you and Ellie stop at a bar on the way home?"
Sarah ignored the teasing and instead mounted her own counterattack. "Men kept buying us drinks," she said in faux innocence. "I'm not sure why. We're both pregnant. We couldn't drink any of them." Then she got a bit more serious. "We can go tomorrow," she said. "I still have the plane. I can fly us. Maybe this time I won't even have to bribe the Mexican Customs official. But fair warning. It's been a long two weeks for me too. Unless you get busy in the next few minutes, it's not sounding quite as horrible as it did the first time."
Chuck ignored her teasing for the moment. "We can't go tomorrow," he said. "The President called when you were gone, well actually his secretary. He wants us to come and meet with him tomorrow. I think he wants to know what our plans are. He wants me to help track down the remnants of Fulcrum."
That totally changed the mood in the room. "No way in hell," Sarah snapped as she rolled off the bed to stand there and glare at him.
Chuck looked in surprise at her standing there. "Sarah," he said soothingly. "He just wants…"
"I know what he wants!" Sarah basically screamed at him. "He can go to hell. Don't you dare tell me that you're going to listen to him. How much can they expect from you? From us? Please, Chuck."
Chuck rolled over to sit on the bed facing her. The quick movement made his still tender shoulder hurt a little but he ignored it. He knew that he had to calm her down. "Listen to me," he said firmly. "Our agreement has always been that you get veto power over anything related to the intersect. That's a deal that I made with you. Nothing's changed. If he wants to use the intersect in any way, the person he's going to have to convince is you."
It took a moment for what he was saying to sink in through Sarah's rage. But it finally did. "Do you promise?" she asked.
Chuck was being very careful to not give the impression that he was making fun of her. That would be a faux pas of huge proportions that would make being shot in the shoulder and almost dying seem like a good time by comparison. But he couldn't help the smile that was tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Of course," he finally said. "After all, you've done your part… and my swimmers are very grateful. If you don't like anything that The President has to say, or even the tone of his voice when he says it, you can tell him to go straight to hell. Or give me the sign and I'll tell him."
"Oh, don't worry," Sarah said with still a touch of the rage that had just consumed her. "I'll tell him."
Now Chuck felt comfortable smiling openly. "Okay," he said. "But this is the President of The United States. He asked us to meet with him. We owe him the courtesy of showing up to listen, right? The whole team will be there."
"Fine," Sarah sighed as she allowed Chuck to pull her to sit next to him on the bed. Eventually she found her way back snuggled into him. "I'm really sorry that I yelled at you," she said softly. "I just don't think that you get it. I watched you die in my arms. It's the second time in a month where I thought that I would never see you again. I'm still having a hard time with that. So I'm going to be a little clingy for a while, probably more protective than usual. I'm sorry."
Chuck wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. "Why on earth would you be sorry about that?" he asked. "Your being clingy is my very favorite thing in the world."
"Good," Sarah said. "Because I just lied to you. I'm not going to be a little clingy. I'm going to be a lot clingy… and not just for a while, for a very long time."
"I know," Chuck said softly. "Trust me. Bring as much of that as you want." They just sat there together snuggled for a long moment. "I'm worried about you," he finally said.
Well, that certainly got Sarah's attention. "Worried?" she quickly asked. "Why would you be worried?"
Chuck paused for a long moment. "Our lives are about to totally change," he finally started slowly. "And especially for you. Our war is over. We no longer have enemies seeking to use us for their evil purposes. Your days as a covert agent are over too. Even if you wanted to continue, you're now much too famous to ever be effective. That means you can no longer solve problems by pulling your gun out of your waistband, throwing a knife at someone, or unbuttoning some buttons on your blouse. Remember that night in Cancun when we promised each other that we would be together someday? Remember the story I told you about the Long Brick Road?"
Sarah didn't lift her head. She just nodded. "Of course," she said. "How could I forget that?"
"Our road hasn't ended," Chuck said. "In fact, it's really only nicely begun. We're just going to go in another direction. The truth is that I no longer need you to spend every waking minute worried about me. I know that has been a big part of who you've been for the past few years. So now I think that I need to spend some time worried about you. Sarah, I want you to be happy. Not just content… but truly happy. That's the most important thing in the world to me. What can I do to help you? Whatever it is, I'll do it."
It suddenly hit her. When he said anything, he meant it. He would literally do anything she needed to be happy. He was every bit as protective of her as she was of him. Of course that wasn't news at all. It was simply today's reminder of what she already knew. But it was still overwhelming to think how close she came a few nights ago to losing that. Sarah made no attempt to keep the tears from rolling down her cheeks. "Why do you always have to be so sweet?" she asked as soon as she could get the words out. "You know how much I hate to cry in front of you." She snuggled even more firmly into him. "For the record, I love worrying about you. I really don't see that ending anytime soon." then she got quiet for a moment. "And yes, I have a transition to make," she finally admitted. "Maybe it will be harder than I'm anticipating. There are some things that I might miss. But understand something. I'm in the only place that I want to be. I'm with the only person in the world who I want to be with. And the honest truth is that I'm looking forward to building that road with you… probably more than you are."
"I believe you," Chuck said. "Sarah, I'm not doubting you. It's just that I think it might be harder than you think."
"Besides," Sarah said with the twinkle in her eye becoming noticeable. "There are still plenty of problems I can solve by unbuttoning buttons."
That got them both laughing. "That's probably true," Chuck admitted. "You're in demand. The phone has been ringing off the hook all day for all of you girls. But especially you and Misty."
"There's no way I'm posing for any disgusting men's magazine," Sarah snorted. "No matter how much money they offer."
"Umm, yeah," Chuck said. "I don't think the ten million for the five of you is going to happen. Brigid's face was pretty red when Ellie told her about it. And Ellie was pretty angry herself."
"Of course Carina would gladly take off her clothes for a half-off Taco Bell coupon," Sarah said disgustedly. "And Misty would have probably considered it if Casey hadn't reacted so strongly." Then she saw his grin. "What's with that face?" she asked. "Do you really think I should do it?"
"I don't know," Chuck teased. "I really haven't seen the assets in question for so long. I may not be qualified to give an opinion."
"Really?" Sarah asked with the sparkle in her eyes now obvious as she stood up and faced him. "I suppose that now you're going to tell me some B.S. story that it's time for my punishment and trick me into taking off my top like in the hospital. No way mister. You're not getting me on that one twice." But belying her words of protest, her nightshirt was quickly over her head and on the floor. Clearly teasing, she stood there and posed for him for a long moment. "So?" she asked with a grin. "Are the assets as you remembered?"
Chuck looked at her critically. "Are you really going to stop there?" he asked. "All of the disgusting men's magazines I've ever seen have the centerfold full monty."
"Really," Sarah said as her panties slowly slid to the floor. "Well, I suppose you have more experience in that area. Is this more like it?"
"A lot more experience," Chuck agreed. "And you know how sensitive I am to treating you like an object. But having said that… wow. Mrs. Bartowski, you are perhaps the most beautiful woman in the world."
Sarah stepped up to where Chuck as sitting and kissed him. "Why, Mr. Bartowski," she said. "You're making me blush." Quickly the kissing turned intense with Sarah pushing Chuck on his back. Sarah was clearly being careful of his shoulder but soon she was laying on him in as heavy of a petting session as they had ever experienced. "I'm not sure what punishment you have in mind for tonight," she whispered, pausing the hot action for just a second. "But I really don't need a nap."
"That's good," Chuck said between kisses. "Because I have a completely different punishment in mind for tonight."
It had been quite a couple of weeks for Sarah Bartowski. She had lived her entire adult life as a covert agent. And that meant shying away from publicity as much as possible. But she had just helped take down a plot to overthrow the government. For political reasons The President insisted that everyone involved be disclosed to the press. That meant that Sarah Bartowski had instantly become one of the most recognizable faces in the world. Chuck was right. Talent agents were crawling all over themselves to get that famous and beautiful face to work for them. The men's magazine thing was only the obvious offer that everyone was talking about. She was also offered endorsement deals for products ranging from baby lotion to sports cars.
Those two weeks had also included the horror of watching her husband die in her arms… and the indescribable joy at finding out that he was miraculously alive after all. Oh and last but not least learn that she was about to have a baby… Chuck's baby.
But all of those thoughts were driven away by two minutes worth of necking. Okay so it was an unbelievably hot two minutes, but still. The truth was that Sarah was embarrassed. She thought that she needed a sexy negligee to show him how much he meant to her. That was silly. Oh, they would definitely use it later. But now it was time for intimacy… for an expression of love. She was exactly where she wanted to be. It honestly felt so good that it almost inspired a little guilt. Nobody could expect to feel like this. So she just had to tell him. "I've never been happier in my life," she whispered between long kisses. "Thank you. I didn't think this was possible."
Chuck was content to allow the passion to simmer and slowly build. After all, if Sarah realized it or not, she couldn't have possibly said anything better to him. And she was clearly on fire. It was time to stop teasing her and tell her more than possible with words what she meant to him. So he grabbed her and rolled them over so that he was on top.
"Chuck," Sarah whispered. "Be careful. Don't hurt yourself."
"Don't worry," Chuck said with a smile as he started a trail of kisses down her neck. So the way it worked out, Sarah got her big night. In fact bigger than she planned. Once he was at her stomach, he paused for a second and lifted his head. "And for the record," he said with a sly grin.
"This is much better than reading a disgusting men's magazine."
Misty found her way down to the lake. It wasn't that hard. Even though it was pitch dark, she had been out here a hundred times in the past few weeks. It had actually become her favorite place. Naturally as a world class swimmer, Misty was totally comfortable in the water. And normally she would be doing some very fast laps right about now to burn off her frustration. Except for this stupid shoulder injury.
She really hadn't planned on coming out here. She knew that swimming was out for another month. It just sort of happened on its own. She just knew that she had to get out of the house. So she sat on the dock and let her feet swish in the cool water. It was therapeutic. It didn't require any thought. And Misty was tired of thinking. So she just let her feet swish and listened to the waves gently lap against the dock.
"I thought I would find you out here."
Misty was so wrapped up in her non-thoughts that she didn't even hear Casey until he was stepping onto the dock. "Did you walk all the way out here?" she asked. Certainly she would have heard one of the ATVs approaching.
"Yeah," Casey said as he kicked off his shoes and sat next to her. "I ran actually. I'm getting a little too soft eating your cooking."
"You could actually push away from the table," Misty said in mock annoyance. "Nobody is forcing you to take seconds… or thirds." Then she got a little quiet. "Ellie sent you, didn't she? Tell Dr. Bartowski that I understand that it's too early to try and swim."
"Dr. Bartowski didn't send me," Casey said. "It was all Ellie. Trust me on this one. My orders were short, concise, and to the point. But this time they weren't really needed. Why don't you tell me what's wrong?"
Misty looked out into the darkness of the lake. "What makes you think something is wrong?" she finally asked.
That actually got a laugh. "You're kidding, right?" Casey asked. "I may not be the most perceptive person in the world. But the look that came over your face was pretty obvious when Carina told everyone that she and Jeff had gotten married."
Misty still stayed quiet. "That was pretty surprising, huh?" she asked.
"Not really," Casey said. Then he responded to her surprised look. "Not once you got to know her. The tough girl thing was always an act, a hard candy shell to protect the soft middle."
"That's interesting," Misty said. "I think that…"
"Did you really think that I don't want you to be happy?" Casey interrupted. "Is that why you went running off? Is that really what you think of me?"
Misty was surprised by the harshness in his voice. She wasn't sure where it was coming from. "Come on, Casey," she said with as much smile as she could manage. "You don't want to be married. I'm okay with that."
"Bullshit!" Casey growled. Now there could be no mistaking how angry he was. "I don't want you to be okay. I want you to be happy. How about you let me decide what it is that I want?" Then he saw her stunned look and the tears welling in her eyes. "I'm sorry that I raised my voice to you," he said softly. "This is a touchy subject with me."
"I know," Misty said softly as she tried to wipe her eyes. "But things are different now. I'm not Kathleen."
Casey did a double take. "You remember her name?"
"Come on, Casey," Misty said with somewhat her own level of annoyance. "When the guy that you're in love with tells you that kind of story, you remember every single detail. I know that story still haunts you. But it was a long time ago. Maybe it's time that you forgave yourself and moved on. In case you hadn't noticed, I want you to be happy too."
"I've noticed," Casey said softly. "Of course I have. You know that two years ago I would have never even considered anything as crazy as getting married. But being around Bartowski, well, it's changed me I guess… made me a little soft. Two years ago, Walker and I couldn't stand each other. But we became something of friends."
"Something of friends?" Misty asked incredulously. "A little soft? Why can't you admit it? You love them. They are like family to you. What's wrong with admitting it? Afraid your hard candy shell won't protect the soft middle?"
Casey ignored the question. "So now my main question is - Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked. "You're not exactly getting Prince Charming out of this deal."
Misty made no attempt to keep the tears from flowing down her cheeks. "And that's where you're just plain wrong," she said. "Don't you realize that you are my Prince Charming? Maybe you don't fight fire breathing dragons. You fight bad guys with guns. When I needed you, you were there. I expect that's going to be true for the rest of my life… and a girl could do a lot worse. So yes. I want it. But I don't want you to do something that you don't want just because I do."
Casey looked around uncomfortably. "So how do we do this?" he asked. "I don't have a ring."
"Don't worry, Casey," Misty laughed through her tears. "I'm not expecting you to get down on one knee or anything. Just look me in the eye and tell me that you want it… that you're not doing it just for me."
"Would it be so horrible to do it just for you?" Casey asked softly. "The honest truth is that I don't see much changing if we get married or not. But you do. And since I love you, that's the only reason I need."
"Wow," Misty whispered once the long, very wet, kiss broke. "We need to get back to the house."
"You want to tell the other girls," Casey said with a laugh. "You're not fooling me."
"Maybe," Misty admitted sheepishly. "A little bragging certainly wouldn't be out of line."
"But we also have some celebrating to do."
Chuck and Sarah were sitting on the beach watching the sun set and letting the surf lap at their legs. It was perhaps the most romantic setting they had ever been in. As it turned out, they never got their honeymoon in Cancun. It wasn't from the lack of opportunity. The resort there was pleading with them to come and spend as much time as they wanted as their guests. After all, the free publicity they would get from that would be huge.
But The President wouldn't hear of it. He was fairly insistent that the honeymoons, after all there were going to be five, take place on American soil. Fortunately, there was a resort on a private island in the Virgin Islands that was all over themselves trying to woo the newest American heroes to spend a few weeks as their guests. And as it turned out, the resort made the one in Cancun look like a campground by comparison anyway.
It was an odd meeting all around. You didn't get to be President of the United States unless you could be incredibly charming. On the other hand, Sarah Walker-Bartowski was not exactly the easiest woman around to charm. And especially since he was trying to talk her into agreeing to allow her husband to come work for the government again. That was going to be a hard sell.
Frankly, at first it wasn't going well for him at all. Sarah made her position abundantly clear. But to his credit, he was persistent. The big turnaround came when he assured her that Chuck would never be asked to go out into the field. All of his work would be done from an office. He then gently pointed out that Chuck would never be truly safe until the very last remnants of Fulcrum were rounded up and could pose no further threat. Naturally, that argument appealed to Sarah a great deal.
Then The President moved in for the kill. He offered the whole team jobs. Ellie and Devon were going to head up research on the new intersect project. But first he assured them that he had the utmost respect for the power something like an intersect represented, recognized the potential for evil, and was adamant that the proper controls be put in place to insure that no person was ever experimented upon again.
Casey and Sarah were assigned to continue as Chuck's bodyguards. It really was just an excuse to keep them on the payroll. Jeff would continue to head the President's Secret Service protection detail and Carina would join.
So in the end, Sarah really had little choice but to agree.
All that was left was the weddings. Not too many people could say that they were married in the Oval Office. But it worked out perfectly. The ceremonies were short, sweet, and to the point. But they were formality anyway. Then it was time for the honeymoons.
The trip actually worked out better than expected. There was an unspoken agreement that the five couples would get together each day and do something fun as a group. Ellie was naturally the one elected to set that agenda. No matter what activity she picked, it always seemed to deteriorate into a giggling session, especially for the girls. But then they would go their separate ways and get into honeymoon mode. Sarah had plenty of opportunities to model her new negligee, play slutty doctor, and finally deliver on her off-promised interpretation of what Chuck's wildest fantasy night would look like. To say that she was successful would be ridiculous understatement.
Chuck sat with Sarah snuggled into his shoulder as usual and watched the sun slowly set into the calm water. They could see Casey and Misty in the distance doing the same thing. Finally he was forced to grin and run her stomach affectionately. "Imagine the stories that we're going to tell him," he said.
"I know," Sarah sighed. "Some of them might have to wait for a few years. What are you going to tell him first?"
"Oh that's easy," Chuck quickly replied. "I'm going to tell him the story of an underachieving nerd that worked in a Buy More. The simple truth was he was drifting through life, going nowhere fast. Then one day fate intervened. An old college buddy sent him an email with a ton of government secrets. It changed his life. But the next day really changed his life. Because a beautiful spy named Sarah walked into it. And at first it was pretty hard. They both made some mistakes and hurt each other. For a while it looked like it could simply never happen for them. But quickly enough, they fell in love."
"It's a nice story," Sarah agreed as she snuggled a little deeper into him. "Actually, it sounds more like a fairy tale. There's really only one thing to do after a story like that."
The grin never left Chuck face. "What's that?" he asked.
Sarah lifted her head and looked at him like he had just grown a second head of his own. "You're kidding, right?" she asked. "Hello? Honeymoon?"
"Kiss me, Chuck."
Fair warning, this is going to be one of those long author's notes. There are also some general spoilers imbedded in it.
I wanted to wait until the finale was over before posting this. Not that it made any difference in the end. I'll make no secret that I wasn't particularly crazy about the ending. It was far too ambiguous for my taste. But I also firmly believe that Chuck and Sarah left that beach in love, married with a bright future, and that Sarah will quickly remember most things and gradually remember everything. So where I'm ending them is basically where I believe the show did.
I feel a little like Brent Favre. I've written this retirement speech a couple of times now. I'm pretty sure that this time I really mean it. I'm sure that there will be a core group of people who will always be interested in the characters enough to keep the fandom alive at some level. But, let's face it. After the show ends with no hope of more episodes, a lot of interest is going to quickly wane. That's simply the laws of nature.
This is almost assuredly the last BillAtWork story. If there is enough interest, BrickRoad and I have talked about co-writing the story continuing from the beach where the show left us under the BillAndBrick moniker. It would be called The Long Road Home. Chuck and Sarah have to learn how to rebuild their lives together as she slowly regains her memories while an old threat resurfaces. But writing a story of this magnitude is hard under the best of circumstances. If there isn't enough interest, we're perfectly content to ride into the sunset. That's as it should be. We'll be off to find the next Chuck and Sarah to obsess over.
There are lots of things I will miss very much. I'll miss the friends that I've made. I'll miss the uplifting support I've received. I'll miss the debates about the characters. By the way, for those of you who think that Agent Walker never seduced anyone, explain why she thought she was on a five year mission married to her mark. The cold calculating agent that she reverted to before Chuck changed her is exactly my vision in the early part of this story. We've just never seen it so clearly displayed before.
But there are some things that I most definitely won't miss. There is a group of people who have taken the mission upon themselves to define what a good Chuck fan looks like. That definition is mostly incoherent to me. From what I can tell, the main attribute of a good Chuck fan is that you always agree with them.
It's no secret that I've sometimes been critical of the writing on the show. I'm trying hard to be fair. After all, I don't have a clue what it takes to produce an hour long show for five seasons. But the first rule of story telling is that you have to take the things you have told previously as a given. And if you're going to tell something that contradicts something that we've previously been told, you need to explain that contradiction. Anything less is lazy at best - and dishonest at worst.
There are tons of examples where it looks as if the writer of an episode had never watched the show before. I have to say, on balance, that fanfic has done a lot better job at story continuity. So when one of these superior race type people tell me that I want a fanfic ending, I guess I've decided to take it as a compliment.
Let's be clear. The main part of the show that appeals to me is the love story of Chuck and Sarah. I judge every episode primarily on how that relationship and its two lead characters are treated. That makes me a crazy shipper to the superior race crowd. Okay. If I'm a crazy shipper, I'm one proudly. If Jeffster was performing live in my front yard, I don't think I would expend the energy to wander out there and watch. If I was watching the show for the mythology, I'd have stopped watching a couple of seasons ago. It's incoherent.
Okay, enough of that rant.
Chuck and the fandom have been such a large part of my life for the past few years that I frankly am feeling a little empty. I guess that's part of the mourning process. It will fade. But I just want to close by saying how much fun this has been (mostly) and how honored I am by your encouragement and your support.
See you in the next fandom.