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neaFandom: Chuck
Pairing: Chuck Bartowski/John Casey
Author:nea
Rating: G
Author's note: All thanks go tostarsandseas who is like the Chuck to my Morgan.
Warnings: First fic for this pairing, spoilers for 201 and 203, AU, possible sequels and/or prequels may follow
Word count: 800 +
Disclaimer: Josh Schwartz may have created them, but Chuck's all Casey's
Title: And so it starts
"What is it, Bartowski?" Casey asks, because Chuck looks as if he wants to say something. He's opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but hasn't. A few times.
They've walked Sarah out of the apartment complex, and stand now by the door to Casey's, who opens it and let Chuck enter, too.
"You've been quiet all evening, which is very unusual for you. So whatever it is, spill it already." he says, then.
Chuck clears his throat nervously, before speaking. "Thank you, Casey"
Casey looks at him as if he doesn't know what Chuck's talking about, but there is no way Chuck could take things like that for granted, so he adds: "For saving my life. Again. If it wasn't for you, I would be dead now."
That's true. Sarah hesitated and if Casey hadn't shot, the Fulcrum agent would have killed Chuck.
"It's my job" Casey shrugs it off, because he isn't used to civilians thanking him. "I'll catch you when you fall, remember?"
"You did and I know you'll always do." Chuck shivers lightly, remembering the moment when Colt let him drop from the roof. "I thought I was dead. Not almost, not nearly, but completely really dead this time and that's when you grabbed my arm and saved me like Spiderman, Casey. Like a superhero, and what I've said..."
"...was caused by adrenaline, Bartowski, I know." Casey tenses and finishes the sentence for him. "When adrenaline rushes through veins, people tend to talk weirdly and you're already babbling all day, so..."
"The adrenaline made me say it out loud, but it wasn't just weird talk..." Chuck corrects him. "I meant it then and I mean it now, I..."
"I told you to keep it in your pants." Casey interrupts quickly, before Chuck can say something stupid.
There`s a good reason these things aren`t allowed. Casey is supposed to keep emotional distance from the asset, and Chuck's sneaking past his protective barriers more and more.
"You know what? It's too late for that, Casey, I love..." The words come out more angry than he would expect, but Casey cuts off everything Chuck wants to say, by kissing him.
Because they have moved only a few steps from the door, they crash against it now (Chuck feels it against his back and would certainly hurt his head if it weren't for Casey's hand at its back), and Casey's lips are surprisingly soft, yet hot and demanding, like he had waited for this for some time.
Chuck makes a sound that could mean anything: pleasure, surprise, discomfort, shock; at the same time he grabs Casey's t-shirt, pulling him closer.
Then Casey deepens the kiss, moving his hands to the sides of Chuck's face and... stops.
"I'm your handler... This shouldn't have happened..." He takes a few steps back, sounding guilty, like he had done something wrong.
"It's okay." They are stil standing close to each other, so Chuck touches Casey's foream, to keep him from moving further away. "You already pretend to be my boyfriend, I doubt anyone would notice any change. Everything's fine."
"Agent Walker would notice." Casey looks a little less tense, which Chuck takes as a good sign. He hates the thought of being a mistake. "She can't know about it. Not now, not ever."
"I won't say a word," Chuck agrees immediately, beaming a little, even though keeping a secret from Sarah might not be easy.
Casey glares at his happy face warningly, but knows that had never kept Chuck from beaming. It probably encourages him even more.
"I'd better go, now." Chuck says after a moment of just looking at Casey. "It's Call of Duty evening with Morgan."
Casey snorts. He'll spend the rest of the night listening to Chuck and Grimes in geek mode, then. Things could be worse, actually...
"I'll keep an eye on you both..."
"I'll try to keep the sandwich talk at minimum, then." Chuck brushes his palm against the side of Casey's neck. "Relax, everything will be fine..."
Then he walks out of the door and Casey takes a deep breath and goes to get himself a drink. Everything fine. He hopes the Intersect's right again.
Pairing: Chuck Bartowski/John Casey
Author:
neaRating: G
Author's note: All thanks go to
starsandseas who is like the Chuck to my Morgan.Warnings: First fic for this pairing, spoilers for 201 and 203, AU, possible sequels and/or prequels may follow
Word count: 800 +
Disclaimer: Josh Schwartz may have created them, but Chuck's all Casey's
Title: And so it starts
"What is it, Bartowski?" Casey asks, because Chuck looks as if he wants to say something. He's opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but hasn't. A few times.
They've walked Sarah out of the apartment complex, and stand now by the door to Casey's, who opens it and let Chuck enter, too.
"You've been quiet all evening, which is very unusual for you. So whatever it is, spill it already." he says, then.
Chuck clears his throat nervously, before speaking. "Thank you, Casey"
Casey looks at him as if he doesn't know what Chuck's talking about, but there is no way Chuck could take things like that for granted, so he adds: "For saving my life. Again. If it wasn't for you, I would be dead now."
That's true. Sarah hesitated and if Casey hadn't shot, the Fulcrum agent would have killed Chuck.
"It's my job" Casey shrugs it off, because he isn't used to civilians thanking him. "I'll catch you when you fall, remember?"
"You did and I know you'll always do." Chuck shivers lightly, remembering the moment when Colt let him drop from the roof. "I thought I was dead. Not almost, not nearly, but completely really dead this time and that's when you grabbed my arm and saved me like Spiderman, Casey. Like a superhero, and what I've said..."
"...was caused by adrenaline, Bartowski, I know." Casey tenses and finishes the sentence for him. "When adrenaline rushes through veins, people tend to talk weirdly and you're already babbling all day, so..."
"The adrenaline made me say it out loud, but it wasn't just weird talk..." Chuck corrects him. "I meant it then and I mean it now, I..."
"I told you to keep it in your pants." Casey interrupts quickly, before Chuck can say something stupid.
There`s a good reason these things aren`t allowed. Casey is supposed to keep emotional distance from the asset, and Chuck's sneaking past his protective barriers more and more.
"You know what? It's too late for that, Casey, I love..." The words come out more angry than he would expect, but Casey cuts off everything Chuck wants to say, by kissing him.
Because they have moved only a few steps from the door, they crash against it now (Chuck feels it against his back and would certainly hurt his head if it weren't for Casey's hand at its back), and Casey's lips are surprisingly soft, yet hot and demanding, like he had waited for this for some time.
Chuck makes a sound that could mean anything: pleasure, surprise, discomfort, shock; at the same time he grabs Casey's t-shirt, pulling him closer.
Then Casey deepens the kiss, moving his hands to the sides of Chuck's face and... stops.
"I'm your handler... This shouldn't have happened..." He takes a few steps back, sounding guilty, like he had done something wrong.
"It's okay." They are stil standing close to each other, so Chuck touches Casey's foream, to keep him from moving further away. "You already pretend to be my boyfriend, I doubt anyone would notice any change. Everything's fine."
"Agent Walker would notice." Casey looks a little less tense, which Chuck takes as a good sign. He hates the thought of being a mistake. "She can't know about it. Not now, not ever."
"I won't say a word," Chuck agrees immediately, beaming a little, even though keeping a secret from Sarah might not be easy.
Casey glares at his happy face warningly, but knows that had never kept Chuck from beaming. It probably encourages him even more.
"I'd better go, now." Chuck says after a moment of just looking at Casey. "It's Call of Duty evening with Morgan."
Casey snorts. He'll spend the rest of the night listening to Chuck and Grimes in geek mode, then. Things could be worse, actually...
"I'll keep an eye on you both..."
"I'll try to keep the sandwich talk at minimum, then." Chuck brushes his palm against the side of Casey's neck. "Relax, everything will be fine..."
Then he walks out of the door and Casey takes a deep breath and goes to get himself a drink. Everything fine. He hopes the Intersect's right again.
