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I'm on a roll today. Got one done, wrote a few others. Now if I could only work on the big bang that I need to get done soon.
None of these are beta'd. I don't think I need one.
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Title: Conflicted In Love
Rating: Lets just go with teen, nothing worse than what's been on Chuck
Characters|Pairings: Chuck, Sarah, Bryce | Bryce/Chuck/Sarah
Summary: Chuck is in love with both of them. Prompt from comment fic, here.
Notes: 2x03 Chuck versus the Break Up, AU (no break up. Ha ha!)
Disclaimer: Do not own. And if SOPA and PIPA gets passed, we won't have this stuff on the web anymore.
He felt jealousy. He recognized the emotion flaring up in the back of his mind, watching the two of them dance in the middle of the ballroom with all eyes. Chuck wasn't jealous that much. Okay, so there were a few times just after college, when he heard Bryce and Jill were 'together'. There may have also been times where Sarah has had to seduce someone in the field. It wasn't a lot.
Okay, it was a lot.
Now, he couldn't pinpoint it, if that made any sense to him. He wanted to be the one gliding Sarah across the floor, sweeping her off her feet. But he also wanted to be the one Bryce was dancing with.
He never had those types of feelings for Bryce, as far as he knew. He firmly believed that the jealousy he felt from the Bryce and Jill thing were because of Jill. Not because Jill had Bryce! No, no, not for that! Chuck had a purely platonic relationship, one that never crossed over into romance. Bryce never shown any feelings for him. In that way. And he loved Sarah, who was definitely more than just a handler.
Now his mind was now imaging himself, Bryce and Sarah dancing. He was swinging Sarah around and Bryce would take her for a minute before grabbing him. They would dance the faster dances with just two. But slower dances included the three of them, Chuck holding the both of them against himself while they swayed to the music.
He had to shake himself out of the dream spell when Casey started yelling at him through the earpiece and he split the wine and got kicked out. He was really going to have to think about things when he had a better time to think and not be on the mission.
()()()()()
Okay, revisiting the train of thought while a woman uses you as a shield was not his intention. But he saw Bryce in front of him, worried. Chuck didn't want the worried look on his face. He wasn't the one to get worried. Chuck was, whether it be a prank on a fraternity in college, a test that was coming up or being at the end of a gun. So it wasn't right!
Bryce set down his gun, which must have meant that someone else was around to shoot the woman. “You got it?” he called.
“Got it,” Sarah's voice answered. Sarah! Sarah, who was a very good shot and would take care of the woman. Time however was passing and the woman wasn't letting him go. Bryce turned to where she was standing, shouting at her. The woman kept backing up with him until a shot rang out. He expected Sarah to be the one coming out with a 'smoking' gun, but he heard Casey saying something. He turned to see Casey holding the gun and the runner. He stood still while Bryce walked over to check out the woman. Sarah moved from her position and stopped a few feet from the group.
Oh, oh, she didn't look like the cool and confident person he knew. There were traces of worry and fear written on her face. She was worried about him, hitting him with a bullet instead of the woman holding him. Which was completely off track since she was a very good shot, as he's seen before. Sarah had no reason to worry about hitting him. Yet, she was and he didn't like that. No, no worrying over him.
Oh, and Bryce. He did not look happy. He walked over to check out the woman before looking at Sarah. He stared at her with a fierce glare and what looked to be a little bit of worry, but he wasn't sure. He could have confusing it with something else. Whatever it was, he did not like it. He wanted him happy; he wanted them happy.
Chuck loved Sarah, and Chuck loved Bryce. In the same way. Candlelight dinners and nights in dark theaters (theaters were apparently deathtraps, so he couldn't go to a movie unless Sarah and Casey were there, which really ruins any mood that he wanted to build) played in his head. He could picture waking up between Sarahs curves and Bryces muscles.
He really needed to get off that image before his body started reacting. Casey was already looking at him weird.
()()()()()
“Chuck.”
He jumped a little bit when Bryce showed up out of the shadows. “What did I say about entrances?” he chastised to no effect.
“We need to talk,” Bryce started.
Chuck interrupted him, “Yes, yes we do. Because I've realized something and we should talk about it, because that would be the best thing for all of us involved in this.”
The other man quirked an eyebrow, but continued on his argument. “We need to talk about Sarah,” he tried again, “She had a chance to take the shot back there and she didn't. She hesitated and almost cost us the microchip and your life.”
“I know. She was scared. Scared for me, okay? Just like you were, just like you are.” He moved closer. The next part really couldn't be voiced, at least until he had the last person he needed. Chuck kissed him, slowly, one hand keeping his head in place to stop him from moving. It only last two seconds, but he pulled back when he heard footsteps coming closer.
“Chuck?”
“Perfect timing, Sarah. Would you please come over here?” He held out a hand while keeping the other on Bryce. When she accepted it, he pulled them both over to the fountain and sat down. Each sat beside him. “Okay, I didn't know how to go about this, but I love both of you.”
“Chuck?”
“Chuck...”
“Stop. Sarah, I know you love me, and Bryce, I know you love Sarah. And I don't want us worrying. I don't want you two worrying about me and not talking about it. And I don't want to worry when you two are going out on missions.” I want you two to come back home to me when this is all over and just stay. No more death, no more dying, physically or mentally or any other way. “Can we try? Being together, the three of us.”
Bryce and Sarah looked at each other, emotions passing through their eyes while their faces stayed blank. Sarah turned back to Chuck first. “I'm willing to try,” she said.
Both turned to Bryce, waiting for his answer. “Yeah,” he whispered, squeezing his hand. Chuck sighed and wrapped them in one-armed hugs, bringing them closer. He wasn't sure what he would have done if either of them had said no.
ghobe' wa'
He's been Neal Caffrey for five years. Neal was the one driving the mental process. The Guggenheim has a new exhibit on Van Gogh. The two women in the shop are tourists, easy to pick and pick up. Peters new case was a simple switch; the owner has the real one, probably in a safe in another location.
Then Neal was walking by a theater where they're showing the new Star Trek. Neal wasn't interested in it. Sci-fi wasn't his taste. But Bryce was, and he wanted to see it. He didn't just want to see it; he wanted someone with him that understood it, could tell the difference and pick up what got past the censors when the Klingon was spoken.
Peter wouldn't understand. El wouldn't, but she would figure out it was something in his past that he didn't like talking about. Mozzie didn't like Star Trek, preferring Tiles of Fire like movies. For Star Trek, there was only one person he could, would, go with. A certain six foot four guy in Burbank that was probably going with his former partner and explaining why he was laughing at points in the movie.
Bryce kept walking and Neal slipped back into place, no longer looking at the theater. “There was no one else, Chuck. There was never anyone else,” he muttered.
“I'm walking into a house with a loaded gun. Please stop me.” Please stop me because I don't think I can come back from this. I don't think I can keep up appearances if I have to kill someone again.
Neal walked around and found the best places to escape. Bryce saw the best routes to take cover, to return fire. He hasn't had to think about that in ages, and he was hoping he wouldn't have to for a lot longer. He entered the bedroom and saw Sara get up and point a gun at him. Instincts, training, wanted to knock the gun out of her hand and pin her to the floor. Neal was the one that yelled, “Don't shoot!” but Bryce was the one that tightened the grip on the gun.
A Little Privacy, Peter!
There was a new lead on the case. Peter was moving toward Neals apartment to tell him before getting them both back to the office. The door unlocked, he thought nothing about walking in.
Neal looked over at him and Peter realized he should have knocked. He was straddling the visiting agent from California, hair messed up, dress shirt undone. The agent, Carmichael, had one hand resting on a shoulder, while the other had been under the thin undershirt and dropped out when he walked in. Neals hands were still under the other mans shirt, holding their position on his chest. What they were doing, Peter didn't want to know, but caused Charles to glare at Neal, which stopped him.
“A little privacy, Peter! Knock before you come in here,” Neal almost shouted. Peter held up his hand in surrender and walked back out. He looked back down at Chuck, who had taken to rubbing circles on his hip. He then took note of the fact Chuck hadn't been discouraged by the interruption. “You know he's probably standing outside.”
Chuck grinned widely at him, then rubbed against him. He moaned and if Peter hadn't gotten out of there, he would be gone by the time they made it over to the bed. “tlhIlHal, Bryce,” he growled, finishing what he started.
Klingon translations (based of online translators)
ghobe' wa' - no one
tlhllHal - mine
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Date: 2012-01-20 09:30 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2012-01-20 09:43 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2014-12-31 06:12 pm (UTC)From:Neal was the one that yelled, “Don't shoot!” but Bryce was the one that tightened the grip on the gun.
That is so clever :)
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Date: 2015-03-21 01:09 am (UTC)From:I like being inside Chuck's head. And Bryce's voice would be perfect for growling. Klingon.
Thanks. It's kinda fun exploring separate pieces of a mind.