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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