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Chuck, Bryce+all, Sometime after Bryce is killed(for real) the gang somehow find themselves in the past, Bryce's life before Stanford, and it isn't a very happy one. Warning for child abuse. It's a hit, but that stuff I really should have warned about.
It was the yelling that got their attention.
Somewhere, in the middle of the 'Bastard child' and 'good for nothing just like your father', Chuck, Sarah and Casey turn to see who exactly is yelling to find a middle-aged woman yelling at a teenaged boy.
No one gasped, but maybe one should have when faced with a sixteen year old Bryce Larkin.
People passed by with little glance, indicating with uneasy familiarity that this had happen before. Chuck almost headed over to stop the woman, but Sarah kept a firm grip on his arm, keeping him back. Her face had become frighteningly blank and Casey was making sure he was out of range.
But it took several years of training and the phrase muttered by the scientist that sent them back Don't change anything that Casey didn't rush over and pull the woman back when she hit him. He may not of liked the man the kid grew into, but that didn't excuse abuse. Anger forming at no one even bothering to step in was better focused on the mission as their target moved opposite of the little scene that no one else seemed to know or care about (including the officers that must have heard something, yet didn't do anything).
They got their target, and them, back to the right time and place for arrest. The silence after they walked out was heavier than it had been after the second download. Chuck kept taking out his phone and looking up Elles number only to cancel the action, replace and repeat. Sarah had disappeared and Casey heard an automatic going off somewhere in Castle.
Casey ended up heading out and over to his car. Class was almost out and he hadn't seen Alex in a few days. He'd do his best to bury that little bit of knowledge in the part of his brain that also housed anything else he didn't want to think of. It was past and he doesn't think that anything they could have done would have changed the situation he was in.
Chuck, Bryce/Chuck, five times they first met under different circumstances, and one time they never met at all.
Fill: Divergent Timelines
1. 1991, Connecticut
It was the beginning of a new school year. Chuck ran off after two of his friends after they started shouting at him. He was glad that his parents didn't decide to move to Burbank after all. He was so excited that he bumped into another boy his age, knocking a brown bag to the ground. “Sorry!” he apologized, trying to help by gathering the items.
The other boy, an inch shorter and carrying folders covered in Star Trek stickers, muttered, “It's okay.” He accepted the help.
“I'm Chuck.”
“Bryce.”
He noticed the stickers and asked, “Kirk or Picard?”
Bryce snorted, “Kirk. Who else?” Chuck smiled and threw an arm around him before leading him to his other friends.
2. 1999, UCLA
For Ellies sake more than his, Chuck went to school close to home. He stayed with her, even though he thought she would have had a better time dating if he wasn't around as much.
He was at the football game out of some weird sense of involvement (he mostly blamed a girl in his class that wanted a familiar face around) when he ran into a pack of Stanford travelers. It was his unfortunate luck he was wearing one of three UCLA shirts that he owned.
Fortunate for him, they mostly ignored him in order to get to a truck serving burgers. All except one. “You know, you're lucky the rest of the guys were more hungry than annoyed,” the guy told him.
“Yeah, yeah, I realized that.” Erin was supposed to meet him by the E gate, but he couldn't spot her and he was getting antsy. He looked back to the guy that had lagged behind the others and is he checking me out?
The other guy smirked when Chucks eyes widened a little at the revelation. “There's a tailgate party that's hosting both schools for inner-school cooperation,” he mentioned, “Wanna head over?”
Fraternize with the enemy? What would Ellie think? He shook himself of the thought. It's just talking to this guy. “Sure. I'm Chuck, by the way.”
“Bryce.”
3. 2003, The Farm
Going to Harvard to be with Sarah had been a major mistake. She walked off with an older CIA operative and Bryce was left hitting everything in his way to release pent up anger. He was throwing himself against a bag when someone came up behind him. He didn't stop as he flipped the guy behind him and landed him on the mat. “Sorry,” he muttered, not really apologizing.
“Nah, it's okay. I need to stop doing that anyway,” he winced, picking himself up. “Quick question, are you Bryce Larkin?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“I-I was told to get you and a few others. Something about Omaha went wrong,” he reported, “Wait, I wasn't supposed to say that out loud. Crap!”
“It's fine,” he said, “If the project really is in trouble, it's better we step around the codewords.” He started unwrapping the tape on his hands. The other guy just waited for him to finish. “Shouldn't you be gathering the others?”
“Uh, well, you're the last one, actually.” He bit down on a smile that threatened to erupt.
“Well that's wonderful. You came to get me last,” he bit off, ripping the tape forcefully. Walker's already going to be there and she's going to rub this in my face.
“Well, you were concentrated on your practice that I...”
“Don't, just don't.” He grabbed his phone and muted it before asking, “What should I call you?”
He debated for a minute before answering, “Chuck.”
“All right, Chuck, where's the meeting?”
4. 2005, Italy
The CIA agent he was supposed to be meeting with was late. Chuck walked quickly through the crowd to try and find any sign of the agent while waiting for Dad (Orion he reminded himself) to come back with the information from another source. He sat down at a table and waited for someone to walk by to order something. Better not be a double cross like '03. He ordered an espresso and kept a look out.
He had no idea what was going on when Dad pulled him out of high school and started talking about hiding from the government and something called Fulcrum. Now, he knew that something that he had done in the past was catching up with him and Dad wanted him to meet with an agent that was in on the Intersect project.
He threw those thoughts aside and focused on a man, he looks like my age, coming at him with plain intent. “I thought I was meeting with someone else,” he huffed, sitting down.
“Things change.” He noticed the two men that were searching the crowd. “You were tailed!” he hissed.
The other guy looked and muttered, “Shit!” Chuck grabbed his hand and started running through the crowd. Most parted as they saw the two moving quickly toward the hotels in the area. He shifted to run down an alley that had some cover. Approaching footsteps told him they hadn't lost them. The agent moved him so he was in full view but he wasn't. The look Chuck threw him said I'm not your body shield. He rolled his eyes, pulled him down and kissed him just as the footsteps hit the opening.
The surprise lasted for a nanosecond before he was reciprocating. The last relationship he had was years ago and he couldn't even get one-night stands to any sort of room before Orion stepped between them.
And the mere thought of his name seemed to have set him off because his phone started ringing and he broke the kiss and growled, “Yeah?”
“I can't get back tonight. The agent?”
“Here.”
“Keep him around somehow. We need him to get into the project.” Chuck couldn't keep the smirk off his face as he dragged the agent back to the room he lived in.
5. 2007, Burbank
Not going to Stanford hadn't hurt Chuck as much as he thought. However, the engineering degree he got from UCLA wasn't getting as many jobs as it should have been, so he was working the counter at the BuyMore until he could find a better paying job.
Right now, he was out with Morgan, who was trying and failing at talking up a blonde woman at the bar. A man slid up beside him and ordered a drink. “Is he yours?” the man (He's my age!) asked.
Chuck laughed nervously. “He's not.. See... Ugh...” He dropped his head on the table in exasperation.
The other man chuckled lightly. “So you're not with him?”
“No, nonononono, he's just a friend.”
“Good, then I can buy you a drink,” he smiled, waving over the bartender.
Good looking, scratch that, fantastic looking guy and he wants to talk to me? There is a huge catch. “Are you doing this because of my friend?”
“I'm doing this because I like you. And I think it would be more entertaining for the both of us not to watch your friend crash around my friend.”
Chuck questioned, “She's your friend?”
“Yeah, she brought me out when I wouldn't leave my computer,” he explained. “Bryce.”
“Chuck. What do you do?” Bryce raised an eyebrow, which he added, “On the computer.”
“Numbers. Not as great as I had hoped.”
Chuck nodded, “I know the feeling.”
+1 2006, D.C.
Charles Bartowski was a legend in the Intelligence world. His fathers mind with his mothers abilities made him very well known. He scared the right people and won others. Sarah Walker, his last partner, didn't want to be paired with him anymore and other agents didn't either. He had become cold, ruthless and everything that his parents worked hard against. Ellie hadn't seen him since he graduated from Stanford and he didn't think twice about running the background of her latest boyfriend, instead of just trusting as others (Mom and Dad) had.
They probably ran their own, but he had to check himself.
Dad reluctantly worked with him as he became involved within the Omaha project. He was approached by someone almost as soon as it was completed. He promised to think about it, but his first reaction was to report the man to Langley as soon as possible.
The courtyard they had the meeting in was filled with people, but even this guy managed to stand out in the crowd. If Charles (it was more Chuck, the geek and nerd he left behind when he became Charles) didn't know any better, he would say the person was ready for a convention. The person was dressed as the Tenth Doctor with no Rose nearby and holding some weird mechanical contraption. He pointed it straight at him, which apparently started to get louder and louder as he got closer and closer to him. The man looked up when he ran into Charles.
“Oh hello,” he greeted, smiling then turning serious as he fully took a look at him. “No, no no no no no. You're wrong.”
“Excuse me?” he questioned, about ready to take the man down.
“You're wrong. Your timeline is completely screwed up. Something happened in the past, something that didn't happen but did or something that did happen that shouldn't have. Come on.” He started walking toward an alleyway before he realized the person wasn't following.
He walked back and motioned for him to follow. Charles stopped him. “Who are you?” he inquired, tone low and threatened.
The man turned around and said, “I am someone that can see that something went very, very wrong. Now, we need to go figure out what that is.”
Okay, so the last part came out to be a crossover with Doctor Who. It's perfect!
Torchwood, Team, What if when Gwen joined Torchwood she wasn't so normal as she seemed to be? She was actually a vampire.
The Gelth hadn't been her first death, though it had been one of the most painful. Harold had been curious as to why she survived the fire, but she was more worried about healing and getting enough blood. She would also have to leave Cardiff for a while. Pity, she had grown fond of the city.
It would take more than a hundred years to come back to the city. She had met her current blood-bonded, Rhys, in Carmarthen. However, his business was failing there, and they had decided to move to Cardiff, where it was possible to get more business.
The city was much more alive than she had anticipated. The site of the funeral home had been replaced by a chain store and parking lots. Old homes had been replaced and why there were stragglers, there weren't many. With Rhys at his job for most of the day, she turned to figuring out the best job for herself. She could apply to uni, but it would mostly be repetition.
It wasn't until she saw Andy, a young one that was sired by the same vampire as she was, that she knew what she could do. Encouraging her, she became Andys partner on the police force. As long as she didn't go too out of the way, or make herself majorly known, she would be able to get away with it for a few years.
This thing is still trouble. I think I'm figuring out. If I don't, I might just sonic it. Or get the Doctor to sonic it.
Commentfic prompts
Chuck, Bryce+all, Sometime after Bryce is killed(for real) the gang somehow find themselves in the past, Bryce's life before Stanford, and it isn't a very happy one. Warning for child abuse. It's a hit, but that stuff I really should have warned about.
It was the yelling that got their attention.
Somewhere, in the middle of the 'Bastard child' and 'good for nothing just like your father', Chuck, Sarah and Casey turn to see who exactly is yelling to find a middle-aged woman yelling at a teenaged boy.
No one gasped, but maybe one should have when faced with a sixteen year old Bryce Larkin.
People passed by with little glance, indicating with uneasy familiarity that this had happen before. Chuck almost headed over to stop the woman, but Sarah kept a firm grip on his arm, keeping him back. Her face had become frighteningly blank and Casey was making sure he was out of range.
But it took several years of training and the phrase muttered by the scientist that sent them back Don't change anything that Casey didn't rush over and pull the woman back when she hit him. He may not of liked the man the kid grew into, but that didn't excuse abuse. Anger forming at no one even bothering to step in was better focused on the mission as their target moved opposite of the little scene that no one else seemed to know or care about (including the officers that must have heard something, yet didn't do anything).
They got their target, and them, back to the right time and place for arrest. The silence after they walked out was heavier than it had been after the second download. Chuck kept taking out his phone and looking up Elles number only to cancel the action, replace and repeat. Sarah had disappeared and Casey heard an automatic going off somewhere in Castle.
Casey ended up heading out and over to his car. Class was almost out and he hadn't seen Alex in a few days. He'd do his best to bury that little bit of knowledge in the part of his brain that also housed anything else he didn't want to think of. It was past and he doesn't think that anything they could have done would have changed the situation he was in.
Chuck, Bryce/Chuck, five times they first met under different circumstances, and one time they never met at all.
Fill: Divergent Timelines
1. 1991, Connecticut
It was the beginning of a new school year. Chuck ran off after two of his friends after they started shouting at him. He was glad that his parents didn't decide to move to Burbank after all. He was so excited that he bumped into another boy his age, knocking a brown bag to the ground. “Sorry!” he apologized, trying to help by gathering the items.
The other boy, an inch shorter and carrying folders covered in Star Trek stickers, muttered, “It's okay.” He accepted the help.
“I'm Chuck.”
“Bryce.”
He noticed the stickers and asked, “Kirk or Picard?”
Bryce snorted, “Kirk. Who else?” Chuck smiled and threw an arm around him before leading him to his other friends.
2. 1999, UCLA
For Ellies sake more than his, Chuck went to school close to home. He stayed with her, even though he thought she would have had a better time dating if he wasn't around as much.
He was at the football game out of some weird sense of involvement (he mostly blamed a girl in his class that wanted a familiar face around) when he ran into a pack of Stanford travelers. It was his unfortunate luck he was wearing one of three UCLA shirts that he owned.
Fortunate for him, they mostly ignored him in order to get to a truck serving burgers. All except one. “You know, you're lucky the rest of the guys were more hungry than annoyed,” the guy told him.
“Yeah, yeah, I realized that.” Erin was supposed to meet him by the E gate, but he couldn't spot her and he was getting antsy. He looked back to the guy that had lagged behind the others and is he checking me out?
The other guy smirked when Chucks eyes widened a little at the revelation. “There's a tailgate party that's hosting both schools for inner-school cooperation,” he mentioned, “Wanna head over?”
Fraternize with the enemy? What would Ellie think? He shook himself of the thought. It's just talking to this guy. “Sure. I'm Chuck, by the way.”
“Bryce.”
3. 2003, The Farm
Going to Harvard to be with Sarah had been a major mistake. She walked off with an older CIA operative and Bryce was left hitting everything in his way to release pent up anger. He was throwing himself against a bag when someone came up behind him. He didn't stop as he flipped the guy behind him and landed him on the mat. “Sorry,” he muttered, not really apologizing.
“Nah, it's okay. I need to stop doing that anyway,” he winced, picking himself up. “Quick question, are you Bryce Larkin?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“I-I was told to get you and a few others. Something about Omaha went wrong,” he reported, “Wait, I wasn't supposed to say that out loud. Crap!”
“It's fine,” he said, “If the project really is in trouble, it's better we step around the codewords.” He started unwrapping the tape on his hands. The other guy just waited for him to finish. “Shouldn't you be gathering the others?”
“Uh, well, you're the last one, actually.” He bit down on a smile that threatened to erupt.
“Well that's wonderful. You came to get me last,” he bit off, ripping the tape forcefully. Walker's already going to be there and she's going to rub this in my face.
“Well, you were concentrated on your practice that I...”
“Don't, just don't.” He grabbed his phone and muted it before asking, “What should I call you?”
He debated for a minute before answering, “Chuck.”
“All right, Chuck, where's the meeting?”
4. 2005, Italy
The CIA agent he was supposed to be meeting with was late. Chuck walked quickly through the crowd to try and find any sign of the agent while waiting for Dad (Orion he reminded himself) to come back with the information from another source. He sat down at a table and waited for someone to walk by to order something. Better not be a double cross like '03. He ordered an espresso and kept a look out.
He had no idea what was going on when Dad pulled him out of high school and started talking about hiding from the government and something called Fulcrum. Now, he knew that something that he had done in the past was catching up with him and Dad wanted him to meet with an agent that was in on the Intersect project.
He threw those thoughts aside and focused on a man, he looks like my age, coming at him with plain intent. “I thought I was meeting with someone else,” he huffed, sitting down.
“Things change.” He noticed the two men that were searching the crowd. “You were tailed!” he hissed.
The other guy looked and muttered, “Shit!” Chuck grabbed his hand and started running through the crowd. Most parted as they saw the two moving quickly toward the hotels in the area. He shifted to run down an alley that had some cover. Approaching footsteps told him they hadn't lost them. The agent moved him so he was in full view but he wasn't. The look Chuck threw him said I'm not your body shield. He rolled his eyes, pulled him down and kissed him just as the footsteps hit the opening.
The surprise lasted for a nanosecond before he was reciprocating. The last relationship he had was years ago and he couldn't even get one-night stands to any sort of room before Orion stepped between them.
And the mere thought of his name seemed to have set him off because his phone started ringing and he broke the kiss and growled, “Yeah?”
“I can't get back tonight. The agent?”
“Here.”
“Keep him around somehow. We need him to get into the project.” Chuck couldn't keep the smirk off his face as he dragged the agent back to the room he lived in.
5. 2007, Burbank
Not going to Stanford hadn't hurt Chuck as much as he thought. However, the engineering degree he got from UCLA wasn't getting as many jobs as it should have been, so he was working the counter at the BuyMore until he could find a better paying job.
Right now, he was out with Morgan, who was trying and failing at talking up a blonde woman at the bar. A man slid up beside him and ordered a drink. “Is he yours?” the man (He's my age!) asked.
Chuck laughed nervously. “He's not.. See... Ugh...” He dropped his head on the table in exasperation.
The other man chuckled lightly. “So you're not with him?”
“No, nonononono, he's just a friend.”
“Good, then I can buy you a drink,” he smiled, waving over the bartender.
Good looking, scratch that, fantastic looking guy and he wants to talk to me? There is a huge catch. “Are you doing this because of my friend?”
“I'm doing this because I like you. And I think it would be more entertaining for the both of us not to watch your friend crash around my friend.”
Chuck questioned, “She's your friend?”
“Yeah, she brought me out when I wouldn't leave my computer,” he explained. “Bryce.”
“Chuck. What do you do?” Bryce raised an eyebrow, which he added, “On the computer.”
“Numbers. Not as great as I had hoped.”
Chuck nodded, “I know the feeling.”
+1 2006, D.C.
Charles Bartowski was a legend in the Intelligence world. His fathers mind with his mothers abilities made him very well known. He scared the right people and won others. Sarah Walker, his last partner, didn't want to be paired with him anymore and other agents didn't either. He had become cold, ruthless and everything that his parents worked hard against. Ellie hadn't seen him since he graduated from Stanford and he didn't think twice about running the background of her latest boyfriend, instead of just trusting as others (Mom and Dad) had.
They probably ran their own, but he had to check himself.
Dad reluctantly worked with him as he became involved within the Omaha project. He was approached by someone almost as soon as it was completed. He promised to think about it, but his first reaction was to report the man to Langley as soon as possible.
The courtyard they had the meeting in was filled with people, but even this guy managed to stand out in the crowd. If Charles (it was more Chuck, the geek and nerd he left behind when he became Charles) didn't know any better, he would say the person was ready for a convention. The person was dressed as the Tenth Doctor with no Rose nearby and holding some weird mechanical contraption. He pointed it straight at him, which apparently started to get louder and louder as he got closer and closer to him. The man looked up when he ran into Charles.
“Oh hello,” he greeted, smiling then turning serious as he fully took a look at him. “No, no no no no no. You're wrong.”
“Excuse me?” he questioned, about ready to take the man down.
“You're wrong. Your timeline is completely screwed up. Something happened in the past, something that didn't happen but did or something that did happen that shouldn't have. Come on.” He started walking toward an alleyway before he realized the person wasn't following.
He walked back and motioned for him to follow. Charles stopped him. “Who are you?” he inquired, tone low and threatened.
The man turned around and said, “I am someone that can see that something went very, very wrong. Now, we need to go figure out what that is.”
Okay, so the last part came out to be a crossover with Doctor Who. It's perfect!
Torchwood, Team, What if when Gwen joined Torchwood she wasn't so normal as she seemed to be? She was actually a vampire.
The Gelth hadn't been her first death, though it had been one of the most painful. Harold had been curious as to why she survived the fire, but she was more worried about healing and getting enough blood. She would also have to leave Cardiff for a while. Pity, she had grown fond of the city.
It would take more than a hundred years to come back to the city. She had met her current blood-bonded, Rhys, in Carmarthen. However, his business was failing there, and they had decided to move to Cardiff, where it was possible to get more business.
The city was much more alive than she had anticipated. The site of the funeral home had been replaced by a chain store and parking lots. Old homes had been replaced and why there were stragglers, there weren't many. With Rhys at his job for most of the day, she turned to figuring out the best job for herself. She could apply to uni, but it would mostly be repetition.
It wasn't until she saw Andy, a young one that was sired by the same vampire as she was, that she knew what she could do. Encouraging her, she became Andys partner on the police force. As long as she didn't go too out of the way, or make herself majorly known, she would be able to get away with it for a few years.
This thing is still trouble. I think I'm figuring out. If I don't, I might just sonic it. Or get the Doctor to sonic it.
