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Apr. 14th, 2009

In between classes and studying and...well...healing from Yuffie's classes, there wasn't a whole lot to do on the island. Besides hanging out with Morgan, that was. It was a little weird-- back home, all he'd wanted was to be normal, and maybe find something else to do with his life. Something that wasn't the Buy More. Something that wasn't fixing computers for eleven dollars an hour.

On the island there was no Buy More, and what was he doing?

Spending his nights playing Call of Duty. So much for ambition.

Okay, sure he was learning Italian and Japanese, and maybe next term he'd add another language, but it wasn't like he was actually doing anything.

...well, besides shooting fictional soldiers.

Chuck hadn't seen Karen all day, and Morgan was...off doing god only knew what, so tonight it looked like it was just him, Captain Price, Gaz, and all of the other Call of Duty NPCs.


Presumably, our pups have lives that happen when we aren't playing them, as none of us can play 24/7. Some of the things that happen are tedious and everyday, and not worth thinking much on: It's fair to assume they eat, bathe, go to "work" or school as it applies, etc. But there might be things that happen between pups that, while not necessarily requiring a thread, are important to note for the sake of development. The important stuff should always be played out, but we know you can't always play everything, and sometimes you need a little nudge in the right direction.

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Chuck had totally meant to talk to Sarah right after she got settled and completely briefed on everything that had happened on the island.

But right after she'd shown up, that whole thing with Halloween had happened, and he'd gotten stuck planning the party, and then he'd spent an entire day finally putting up the t-shirt hammock....

He'd been busy. Or stalling.

But mostly stalling.

He'd tried to talk to Sarah about their cover when she was on the island before, right before a failed kiss on New Years Eve. The whole thing had kind of blown up in his face, and in the end, the two of them hadn't been able to figure out where they stood before Sarah disappeared.

So maybe it was remembering that past New Year's Eve that made Chuck realize how little good stalling was doing. Just because the island had brought Sarah back didn't mean it wouldn't take her away again, and Chuck didn't know if he could deal with it a second time.

Hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, he made his way to Sarah's hut, and after a moment's hesitation, brought one hand up to knock on the door.

"Here goes nothing...."


He didn't think Ellie had forgotten Mother's Day. Chuck was just early, probably just a little overeager to make up for the year before. So eager, in fact, that he'd already set up the table near their hut with a table cloth and two place settings, and had attempted to cook something.

It wasn't exactly the same as the one recipe for chicken that his dad had taught him, but it was close. And Chuck was sure that they weren't going to die from it or anything.

...pretty sure anyway.

It made him vaguely wonder if doing taste-tests was in Casey's job description as his handler.

But helping out with the cooking was the least that Chuck could do this year. After all, Chuck had been the one to almost disappoint Ellie back home by standing her up for dinner. Sure, there'd been an international incident and a kidnapping involved, but this was Mother's Day. It was their own special holiday, and it was more important than almost anything.

This year, he determined not to screw it up.

[for Elliot]

He was taking Awesome's advice.

Not that he had anything at all against his sister's fiancee, but if someone had told him a year ago that he'd be going on a Devon-inspired date with someone who looked like the second Becky from Roseanne, he would have thought they were insane.

Swear to god, if he woke up in spandex with an urge to basejump, he was going to ask Casey to put him out of his misery.

The clothes box had been nice enough to give Chuck a button-down for the occassion (which Ellie had insisted she get approval over), and along with jeans and his usual Converse, Chuck thought he'd done a pretty good job.

It was weird to think that this was his first date since Sarah had disappeared, and his first real date since Lou, actually. But as much as he didn't want to think about it, Sarah might never come back to the island. And even if she did, who was to say she'd even remember him?

Hands in his pockets, Chuck waited at the Compound steps for Elliot to show up. He wasn't freaking out too much.

Not yet, anyway.


[For Ellie]

The day had turned out a little different than Chuck had expected it to. To be honest, he'd pretty much gotten used to thinking every day was going to end up being as boring and lame as the last one had, so it was kind of a surprise when things went differently.

He'd gathered up his t-shirt hammock (which was mostly finished and just awaiting a hopefully comfortable test drive) and headed back to the hut that he shared with Ellie and Awesome. He wasn't exactly heading home to immediately tell Ellie that he had a date, but when she asked him what he'd been up to, he definitely wasn't going to keep it a secret.


Chuck Bartowski was on a mission.

And it wasn't the kind of mission with spies, secret codes, microfilm and chances of dying an extremely painful death. And though there were some times that Chuck kind of missed all the cool stuff that came with being a spy (minus the almost dying part), for once Chuck was happy that he didn't have to deal with any of that.

He was making a hammock. He'd gotten the idea a few weeks ago-- something to spruce up the old homestead, as it were. So he'd gone to the clothes box and gotten a crapload of t-shirts. He was in the process of tearing them and tying them together on the floor of the rec room when he reached into the pile and pulled out a certain shirt.

"Okay, there's no way that's going anywhere." He decided.

[Dated to the night of April 10th]

When Chuck had seen the announcement on the bulletin board for a big party, he'd pretty much figured that he and Sarah would make an appearance. They'd been to all of the other island parties, anyway, and it'd probably be bad for the cover if they just skipped this one. Especially because someone had asked Chuck if he and Sarah were going, and he'd kind of blurted it out.

So he'd gotten a suit from the compound clothes box-- it wasn't a tuxedo, or even close to as nice as anything the CIA and NSA had dug up for him for super secret spy business, but it was good enough. Besides, there probably wouldn't be any soy sauce for him to accidentally spill on it, so it was kind of a win-win thing.

That evening, after grabbing some flowers for Sarah-- for the cover-- he headed to her hut.

"Knock, knock," Chuck said, knocking on the door frame and poking his head inside. "Sarah?"

He waited a second for a response. "Okay, I'm coming in. And if you're-- if you're naked or...or mostly naked, I'm very, very sorry in advance!"

He walked all the way inside, but instead of finding Sarah, or, at the very least, Sarah's stuff, all Chuck found was an empty hut. Her bed was still there and everything, but this...this didn't feel quite right. He was pretty sure that Sarah would have told him if there was some kind of secret spy stuff going on-- which was ironic, given the whole secret part of it-- if there was any spy stuff to be had.

He knew that people disappeared as quickly as they showed up, but for some reason, the thought had never occurred to him that someone he knew would, or could go. He'd kind of figured that he had time. Time to actually work up to telling Sarah how he really felt, even if she'd said that she didn't feel the same way.

Now, it looked like that'd never happen.


Sinking down to sit on the ground outside of the door, Chuck sighed, then tossed the flowers next to him.

This? Yeah, this really sucked.



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