A/N: Sooo... This idea came to me when I listened to a beautiful song known as "Outsiders" by The Daylights, and I had a great idea for a fic, and I did write it out. Then I realised that it sucked ass, and I wrote a totally different one. I tried my best to portray Big Mike, but I'm not sure if I did it right, so forgive me he's pretty OOC. It's a short little oneshot that I hope you guys will enjoy (: Reviews are very much appreciated. Much thanks to my darling friend, theprincess1511 for her help!

I would place this after Chuck Versus The Seduction, right after Chuck leaves Sarah's apartment when he finds Bryce there.

And of course, duh, I don't own anything.(If I did, Chuck and Sarah would be having ten kids in a bungalow somewhere in LA by now. Complete with the golden retriever from Chuck Versus The Suburbs. Gosh, it was such a cute dog!)
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Big Mike considered himself to be a carefree man, a man who indulged in a love for fishing, danish pastries and relaxation. He was about to leave the Buy More after a long day of being cooped up in his office and having to deal the morons that dominated his list of employees, to enjoy a weekend in a cabin with his fishing rod and a fridge full of beer and danish. Oh, sweet, sweet danish.

However, when he spotted a tall, lanky man standing on the roof of the Buy More, he decided that the reasonable thing to do was to get the idiot off the roof of his building. Big Mike shuddered when he thought of the drama that would unfold if the idiot managed to commit suicide. He dropped his briefcase into the trunk of his car, and made his way hastily to the roof, panting hard when he finally managed to climb the flight of stairs located at the side of the building.

“Bartowski!” he bellowed, causing the tall figure to jump about ten feet into the air.
Chuck Bartowski whirled around in utter shock, eyes bulging slightly from the scare he had just received and his palm placed over his heart.

“Bartowski, what in the hell are you doing on the roof?” Big Mike asked, his tone revealing that he was highly annoyed and would very much rather be on his way to his cabin in the woods. Big Mike's eyes scanned the surrounding area around Chuck. A lone bottle of wine and a slightly wilted red rose rested on the ledge of the building.

Chuck stayed silent for a while, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights, before stammering a semi-coherent answer to him.

“W-well, sir, I-I was just… Y-you know, you know… H-hanging out?”

“Bartowski, I do not appreciate it when you lie to me. Spit it out, boy, I’d like to get to my cabin in time for the fish to be biting…”

“B-but, sir, I assure you, y-you wouldn’t want to hear it anyway!”

“Bartowski! I demand you tell me why you are sitting on the roof of my building right now!”

Chuck nodded in fear. Denying a request from your boss was never a good thing, especially if your boss was a very huge, heavy man who believed that his body was a temple and wasn’t afraid to use it as a weapon.

“My girlfriend… Her ex is in town, and I think she’s still in love with him…” Chuck spoke solemnly while Big Mike’s face softened slightly.

“Her ex happens to be my college roommate, Bryce Larkin, and they’re on good terms now. I feel like a third wheel whenever we go out toge – OW! What was that for?!”

Chuck rubbed the sore spot on his head where Big Mike had thumped him roughly in the head.

“Bartowski! How could you be stupid enough to let blondie make up with that asshole?! And you allowed him to tag along on your dates?!” Big Mike roared into Chuck’s ear, causing him to wince slightly.

“Now, I have no idea what you did to land someone as hot as blondie in the first place,” Big Mike paused as Chuck winced yet again. “But, Bartowski, you’ve gotta show that bastard who’s boss! Tell the fool to back off, and claim your woman!”

“If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get to my fishing now. Here, Bartowski, have a Danish. Comfort food, it’ll make you feel better.”

Chuck nodded wordlessly as Big Mike handed him a piece of pastry from the box in his hand and turned to leave. Chuck looked up at the starless night sky as he had been lost in before his boss had appeared, and sighed deeply.

Bryce was back, and Chuck could see it in his eyes; he wanted Sarah to join him in the field. What if Sarah wanted a change in lifestyle? He wasn’t sure if he could live without her. They weren’t together, but it didn’t change the fact that he was head over heels in love with the super spy.

His trance was broken yet again, by the yelling of Big Mike from the Buy More parking lot.

“You’d better be off that roof by the time I count to ten, Bartowski! Or I’ll have your Nerd Herd ass in storage duty for a month!”

At that, Chuck’s eyes widened and he scurried off the roof in a flash. Big Mike didn’t help much, but he figured if Big Mike believed that he could win Sarah over, he’d try his best to do just that.

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Hey, so this is chapter 3 or Chuck Versus The Torture! Hahaha, i had alot of fun writing the end.

Chapter 3

Chuck had barely escaped with a concussion, three broken ribs, a broken arm and a staggering number of cuts and bruises all over his body, although thankfully, he had no bullet wounds. However, the doctor Sarah had spoken to had assured that he was recuperating well in the ICU, and would be staying there for a couple of days before he could be moved to his own private room for a while. Sarah decided that the easiest cover for his injuries was him being involved in a car accident.

“Walker,” the sound of her partner’s voice snapped her from her dazed trance. He handed her a cup of steaming coffee which she gratefully accepted.

“Thanks, Casey,” she replied, slowly sipping and savouring her coffee. She cringed inwardly when she saw by his expression that he was about to say something that she wasn’t going to like. Casey sat himself down in the chair next to hers.

“Walker, the terrorist cell that we took down didn’t know anything about Bartowski being the Intersect, thankfully. They were after Larkin, and somehow, they found out Bartowski’s past relations with him.”

Sarah felt the anger rise inside of her. She needed to put a bullet into something or someone, most preferably Bryce. How could he be so careless as to allow the terrorist cell to be left standing? – A terrorist cell of that size was simply peanuts compared to Fulcrum, and Bryce could’ve taken out the whole lot of them alone. Her hand itched to take hold of the gun currently hidden behind her back, but fell limp to her side when Ellie and Devon burst through the doors simultaneously.

Ellie had obviously been informed by someone minutes earlier that her brother was in the ICU and she, in turn, had informed Devon. The expression on her face conveyed her worry and pure anxiousness which Sarah mirrored explicitly. Finally spotting Sarah, the brunette doctor ran forward to envelope her brother’s girlfriend in a huge bear hug. It took Sarah a moment to realize that Ellie was quietly sobbing on her shoulder.

She rubbed Ellie’s back gingerly as she realized how much she had come to love Chuck’s family. Despite having two estranged and distant sisters, who were both currently serving time in the County Prison in Arizona – the result of an unsuccessful con gone wrong – Sarah actually considered Ellie to be the sister that she had always dreamed of. Ellie meant much more to her than any of her estranged family members that she left behind when she joined the CIA.

“Shhh… Ellie, Chuck’s going to be fine,” The confidence in Sarah’s voice was highly convincing, but if Ellie had been paying attention to the emotions evident in her cobalt eyes, she would have seen how unsure Sarah was about that statement. Sure, Chuck was definitely going to live, but she couldn’t help but realise how close she had come to losing him.

This wasn’t what she’d expected to feel.

On any other assignment, she would feel dreadful if her asset was missing – not because she actually cared about the asset, but because she was going to have a hell of a time facing the Director – And that was accompanied by the fact that she was Sarah Walker, super spy extraordinaire. She wasn’t allowed to lose assets.

But Sarah Walker wasn’t feeling dreadful. She felt ten times worse.

Seeing Chuck in that state of vulnerability was crushing; it made her feel like she had been tortured and beaten up too. Those three hours of not knowing where he was, and that full agonizing hour that they had taken to find Chuck in the god-forsaken compound, had taken such a toll on her heart that she wasn’t sure if it was permanently beating irregularly now.

You’re in love with him, her heart taunted mercilessly. She shook her head lightly in response, tears starting to spill from her own eyes. She wasn’t supposed to be in love with him; she didn’t want to be. But the thought of leaving him, or him leaving her, was too painful to even comprehend.

Her head jerked up just as a group of nurses and a doctor came rushing past her through the doors that led into the ICU. The doors were pushed apart widely, causing the door to swing back and forth with force. Time seemed to have slowed down as her eyes trailed the path of the doctor.

The doors swung forward.

The hospital staff continued their jog at an exceptionally quick pace deeper into the ICU.

The doors swung backward.

The doctor was joined by another nurse, as the group turned sharply into a room to the left.

The doors slammed shut, along with Sarah’s eyes, as she came to realize that the room was the one that Chuck currently resided in.

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A/N: I apologize for taking so long to update this story! Exams have been a killer, and I've got my last test tomorrow (Yes!), and as you can see, I'm studying exceptionally hard for it. Hahaha. Once again, I'm preettyyy clueless about stuff such as locations in USA or guns, so forgive me if I completely screw it up. This chapter focuses more on Sarah's POV. Updates will come sooner when I finally finish my exams! So sit tight, read, and reviews are very much appreciated!

Much thanks to my darling friend who helped me write this fic!
(theprincess1511)
She writes Percy Jackson fics people, go check her out!

Disclaimer: I don't anything, unfortunately... ):
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7 Hours Later
Westside Hospital

Sarah Walker despised hospitals. Granted that she had her fair share of situations which landed her in a hospital bed, she hated the overall atmosphere of the place. It felt like death to her. As she sat herself down in the cold plastic chair next to the door that led to the intensive care ward, she felt the icy grips of anxiety and fear clamp around her heart.

Not five hours earlier, she and Casey had busted their asses rescuing their missing asset from an unknown terrorist base – with the terrorist themselves being pretty unknown and not too big of a threat, other than kidnapping an important and valuable government intelligence asset – in the outskirts of LA, and by outskirts, she meant outskirts.

Already fearing the worst for Chuck, she channelled her wrath to control her every action during the rescue operation, which also meant that any unfortunate living thing that had crossed Sarah Walker’s path was no longer breathing. When they had finally located Chuck’s cell, Sarah Walker’s heart just about stopped beating when she saw the battered and still form of Chuck Bartowski. She registered his weak pulse, and they had rushed him to the nearest hospital, which so happened to be the same hospital that Ellie and Devon worked in.

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5 Hours Before
Unknown Terrorist Base

Casey holstered one of his two favourite guns and signalled a small nod to Sarah, as they slowly and stealthily made their way closer to the compound. It was morning, but the compound was dark and sheltered by the forests that surrounded it. Casey and Sarah decided to use that to their advantage to make a surprised grab-and-go kind of plan.

With another nod from Casey, Sarah covered their rear, while he proceeded forward toward the gate. He pulled out a silencer and deftly applied it to his gun. Taking aim, he fired headshots at the two guards with such skill that both guards fell over almost in chorus.

The compound was not heavily guarded, but with a quick inspection of the guns that the guards had carried, they definitely didn’t want anyone snooping around their base. Casey could tell that Sarah wasn’t at the top of her game today; it was her worried expression every time she looked at him. And hell, even he was feeling worried. More worried about getting chewed out by the General that their asset was missing – or worse, dead – than Chuck himself being in trouble. But he considered Chuck his obnoxiously annoying, nerdy, geek of a friend. Not that Casey would ever admit it out loud, of course.

With the two guards down, they swiftly climbed the gate and advanced into the two main separate buildings. Multiple gunshots sounded through the compound as guard after guard fell to the guns of Sarah Walker and John Casey.

“Walker, I’ve got nothing in the main building, he should be in yours,” Casey’s deep voice sounded through her earpiece.

Her heartbeat increased, she was almost to the last hall, which Chuck’s cell was most likely to be located. ‘Please hold on, Chuck, I’m almost there. Don't let go,’ she thought softly to herself, wishing that he could read her thoughts at that very moment.

She reloaded her gun with a fresh round, and peeked around the corner. At least four guards were easily spotted, standing around and guarding one of the three holding cells there. To any other agent, taking down four men at a time was a challenge, but to Sarah Walker, it was pieces of cake.

She unsheathed all four of her hidden throwing knives from her boots and threw the daggers with acute precision. Four sickly thuds sounded through the level. Quickly bending down to retrieve her beloved knives, she jammed one of the blades into the stomach of the guard who crept up behind her, thinking he could have had the advantage of a sneak attack.
Her breath caught in her throat as she spied Chuck lying motionless on the ground in the cell directly in front of her. His back faced her, and his hands were tightly binded behind his back, resulting in painful, red rope-burns on his wrists. She felt her heart stop as she slowly inched closer to his still form.

“Chuck?” Her voice, intended to be loud, came out as a soft whisper.

After gently resting his head onto her lap when she kneeled down, she rested her index finger and middle finger on the base of his neck, registering his weak pulse. It was then that her heart restarted itself again.

“Casey, I’ve got him, he’s pretty badly injured. We need to get him to a hospital right now,” Sarah spoke urgently into her watch, praying that her voice wouldn’t crack. Judging by the few stray tears that were already half way down her cheek, she wouldn’t be surprised if her voice went a few octaves higher than normal.

She continued to rest Chuck’s head on her lap as she whispered a small mantra into his ear while stroking his untamed mane with one hand, and grabbing his with another.

“Stay with me, Chuck.”

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Too lazy to write anything hahaa, so i'll just copy and paste from FF.net

Author's Note:

Hello! This idea came to me randomly, I would say it's after the events of Beefcake/Lethal Weapon, but Chuck hasn't uploaded the new intersect yet. All mistakes are mine, and just saying, for a fourteen year old like myself, I'm pretty clueless about certain things, e.g. types of guns, areas in the US, etc. (I'm from Singapore) So have mercy and forgive me if I simply go off topic or get any info screwed up. Thanks for reading! And reviews are greatly appreciated.

I might make this into a two-shot/three-shot, if there are enough requests! (:

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Chuck winced in excruciating pain as yet another powerful fist collided with his cheekbone. The impact forced his chair to topple over, taking the weakened nerd with it. He landed on his side with a painful crash, as blood trickled from the deep gash that had recently formed on the side of his face. His shirt was soaked thoroughly by his own blood that was dripping from his facial wounds.


Bloodied and bruised, Chuck Bartowski attempted to hold in the pain caused by the fists and kicks that were raining down on him; his captors were determined to loosen his tongue by all means. He realised that as long as he didn’t speak or talk, he would be in much less danger than he could be in. He suspected that he was being interrogated by Fulcrum when they had asked for Bryce Larkin, but when he had flashed on one of the men, he was surprised to find that they were from a practically unknown terrorist cell that Bryce had managed to severely piss off a few years ago.


Despite his abnormally low tolerance of pain, he bravely withstood the torture inflicted on him by his kidnappers. His face felt like it was set to cook over a pit of ember while the rest of his body was probably blue and black from all the bruising. Yet Chuck couldn’t help but realise how conscious he was, but more amazingly, how he wasn’t screaming or crying hysterically which by then – which frankly, he thought, would have been the first thing he would have done.

His body ached, his throat was red and raw from lack of moisture, and his eyes stung with the tears that gathered on top of his eyebags as the torture went on. He felt hard, colossal boots trample his fragile ribs as they kicked him like there was no tomorrow. He had been in that prison for barely a day, and he already felt like he’d spent an eternity in hell. He was pretty sure that the Intersect could’ve been damaged from his bodily injuries.

He sighed in relief when his cold-blooded tormentors finally left his cell and rested his head on the cold concrete ground. They hadn’t the courtesy to put his chair back into its standing position, and Chuck was in no position to do it himself. His thoughts drifted to the last time where he was nearly tortured, along with Cole Barker and Sarah. He cringed at his cowardice then. Passing out to escape torture? It seemed ingenious at first, but it made him realize how useless he was.


Now he could prove that he was as tough as Cole. And maybe, just maybe, he’d finally impress Sarah. I could finally be that guy, he thought.


Just as he knew Sarah and Casey were coming for him, he was aware that the terrorists were losing their patience with him. He meant nothing to them, and other than having the impression that he knew the whereabouts of Bryce, they definitely wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet through his brain if he continued to remain silent.

He let out a loud groan as a sharp, piercing pain shot through his chest when he attempted to move into a more comfortable position - but seriously, when you’ve been beaten up ruthlessly, what could possibly be comfortable? From the indescribable pain he was experiencing, he concluded that he probably had a few broken ribs and possibly many more broken bones around his body.

The last and only thing that ran through Chuck Bartowski’s mind just as his body went limp, were thoughts of Sarah Walker.

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To be continued... Or not?

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