After 5 years and 91 episodes, it has come time for us to bit farewell to Chuck!verse on our television screens each week. But fear not, it can live on! Chuck and Sarah can live happily ever after, Sarah and Casey can go on trips to Morocco to catch the bad guys (and maybe make out), Jeffster can become giant pop stars and Morgan can be the next James Bond. That is, if you so please. Help Team B keep on kicking ass and making out! Prompt and write out all those feels! Viva la Buymoria!
THE RULES:
1. Don't be an asshole. Seriously.
2. All pairings, ships, genres, AUs, gen/het/slash/fem are a go. GO CRAZY, YA'LL.
3. One prompt per comment please, but comment as many times as you like!
4. No limit to prompt fills. If it speaks to you, write it!
5. Prompt how you wish. Lyrics you like, a situation you want to see, whatever!
6. Per some lovely peoples' comments, prompts can also be filled an alternative method, if so desired. I don't really know what could come out of this, but I know it will be fun/awesome! (no spoil-sports)
7. Unless otherwise stated by prompter, any ratings are valid.
8. Be nice, have fun and spread some loving in the comments!
Prompts should look something like this:
2. All pairings, ships, genres, AUs, gen/het/slash/fem are a go. GO CRAZY, YA'LL.
3. One prompt per comment please, but comment as many times as you like!
4. No limit to prompt fills. If it speaks to you, write it!
5. Prompt how you wish. Lyrics you like, a situation you want to see, whatever!
6. Per some lovely peoples' comments, prompts can also be filled an alternative method, if so desired. I don't really know what could come out of this, but I know it will be fun/awesome! (no spoil-sports)
7. Unless otherwise stated by prompter, any ratings are valid.
8. Be nice, have fun and spread some loving in the comments!
Prompts should look something like this:
- Character or pairing, prompt
When filling a prompt, please put character/pairing, title and rating/warnings (if applicable) at the top.
Please spread the word and promote!
HAVE FUN, NERDS!!!
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*when no title was provided, the prompt was used.
many thanks to the great![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1)
gigglemonster for typing this all up!
alex & casey [and casey/verbanski] → meeting gertrude bycorellianjedi
alex/morgan → invisibility cloak bywingedflight21
bryce/chuck → i'm reenacting my past to better my (our) future bycghardy [part 2 | part 3]
bryce/chuck, bryce/sarah → the edge in your affection (broke my skin) bynevcolleil [part 2 | part 3 | part 4]
bryce/ellie → i still remember that day we met in december bycghardy
bryce/sarah → once, n. - one time and no more byclouberding
casey/sarah → and there's no remedy for memory bychayaxahava [part 2]
casey/sarah → frozen by![[info]](../../img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8)
lightnotes [part 2]
casey/sarah → the ever-living ghost of what once was [rated r] byslybrunette
chuck/sarah → actually pregnant during negative pregnancy test byfellclutch
chuck/sarah → any place at all, as long as it's sunny with little umbrella drinks byfellclutch
chuck/sarah → dealing with pregnancy when you have memory loss byfellclutch
chuck/sarah → do you remember this? byshimmeryshine
chuck/sarah → enough for the both of us byellasaidlumos
chuck/sarah → harsher byellasaidlumos [part 2 | part 3]
chuck/sarah → home byellasaidlumos
chuck/sarah → i'm sure i could suffer through it bysongandsilence
chuck/sarah → it's another kind of life byhariboo_smirks
chuck/sarah → red door byleighleighla
chuck/sarah → sex in her hotel room byshimmeryshine
chuck/sarah → the past is prologue byhariboo_smirks [part 2 | part 3]
chuck/sarah → these are the places i will always go bybeatkicks
chuck/sarah → this hasn't happened before byhariboo_smirks
chuck/sarah → the wisest men follow their own direction bysongandsilence
chuck/sarah → you still won't regret it bythegranddewru
devon/ellie → ellie gets the intersect & devon is secretly evil [art] bygigglemonster
devon/ellie → if words were bullets bynevcolleil [part 2]
devon/ellie → midnight pick me up [rated r] by![[info]](http://l-files.livejournal.net/userhead/274?v=1321200044)
hariboo_smirks
devon/sarah → steady hands bygigglemonster
sarah walker → she's somebody's daughter byclouberding
morgan/ellie → two ships in the night bychayaxahava [part 2]
Please spread the word and promote!
HAVE FUN, NERDS!!!
[ M A S T E R L I S T ]
*when no title was provided, the prompt was used.
many thanks to the great
gigglemonster for typing this all up!alex & casey [and casey/verbanski] → meeting gertrude by
corellianjedialex/morgan → invisibility cloak by
wingedflight21bryce/chuck → i'm reenacting my past to better my (our) future by
cghardy [part 2 | part 3]bryce/chuck, bryce/sarah → the edge in your affection (broke my skin) by
nevcolleil [part 2 | part 3 | part 4]bryce/ellie → i still remember that day we met in december by
cghardybryce/sarah → once, n. - one time and no more by
clouberdingcasey/sarah → and there's no remedy for memory by
chayaxahava [part 2]casey/sarah → frozen by
lightnotes [part 2]casey/sarah → the ever-living ghost of what once was [rated r] by
slybrunettechuck/sarah → actually pregnant during negative pregnancy test by
fellclutchchuck/sarah → any place at all, as long as it's sunny with little umbrella drinks by
fellclutchchuck/sarah → dealing with pregnancy when you have memory loss by
fellclutchchuck/sarah → do you remember this? by
shimmeryshinechuck/sarah → enough for the both of us by
ellasaidlumoschuck/sarah → harsher by
ellasaidlumos [part 2 | part 3]chuck/sarah → home by
ellasaidlumoschuck/sarah → i'm sure i could suffer through it by
songandsilencechuck/sarah → it's another kind of life by
hariboo_smirkschuck/sarah → red door by
leighleighlachuck/sarah → sex in her hotel room by
shimmeryshinechuck/sarah → the past is prologue by
hariboo_smirks [part 2 | part 3]chuck/sarah → these are the places i will always go by
beatkickschuck/sarah → this hasn't happened before by
hariboo_smirkschuck/sarah → the wisest men follow their own direction by
songandsilencechuck/sarah → you still won't regret it by
thegranddewrudevon/ellie → ellie gets the intersect & devon is secretly evil [art] by
gigglemonsterdevon/ellie → if words were bullets by
nevcolleil [part 2]devon/ellie → midnight pick me up [rated r] by
devon/sarah → steady hands by
gigglemonstersarah walker → she's somebody's daughter by
clouberdingmorgan/ellie → two ships in the night by
chayaxahava [part 2]
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Sarah/Casey (romance? friendship?), K+
They first caught glances under a thatched roof in a seedy Latin cantina, him juggling the neck of a beer and the waist of a dark-haired woman, her behind the counter. At first he didn't seem to notice, preoccupied as he was with the dark woman on his arm, with the way her hip curved against his, and her easy smirk spoke of unfinished sentences that would never be said.
She dragged the wet cloth over the counter lazily, watching. In the two months since her life had jerked and jarred and reset, she'd hungrily grabbed at the world Chuck was promising her, feeling blindly through the dark. Love was splayed on the pages of her notebooks, in the margins of the stories Chuck had told her, in the curled edges of their good morning coffee and goodnight hugs, in the glassy wetness of his eyes. The dissected swirls of her old life permeated every space, from kitchen counter to mental recesses. But now, when they moved seamlessly through the cantina crowd like a two parts of a whole, when he lifted his eyes and found her there, tall beneath the thatched roof, there was something there that wasn't there before.
"Sarah."
"Casey." She tried to smile, but it didn't matter. "What are you doing here?"
"Gertrude had a job to do," he answered, cutting his eyes to the dark-haired woman at his side, currently surveying the room. The afterthought grunt said more than Sarah needed.
"What about you, Walker? Where's Bartowski?"
"Mission," Sarah lied, shuffling the martini glasses so the shivering clank could hide the catch in her throat. It wasn't Chuck's mission. It was hers, only hers.
Another grunt. Casey took a long sip of a fresh glass of whiskey, and slammed it down on the table. Sarah raised her eyebrows as he pushed it at her, the glass teetering. "How's it going working with...Gertrude?" The quizzical sag at the end caught his attention. Brown eyes met hers, and Sarah winced.
Casey was simply there, and Sarah could feel the heels of her shoes settle back onto the sticky floor. "Still working on the memory?"
"Slowly," Sarah's laugh was more acerbic than amused, but she refilled Casey's glass and knew how to fake a smile. "Chuck's certain everything will come back. It's just...it's hard on him."
"A lot to take in."
"A lot." Sarah shook her head, and this time the smile was genuine.
Casey glanced at Gertrude, preoccupied now with her cell phone and the shoddy cantina reception, and leaned over the counter. He was bigger than Sarah had thought, strong, and there was a scar on his cheek that she didn't remember. But.
"Listen, Gertrude and I...well, we're going to be moving on soon. I have some things I need to finish up in Eastern Europe, and she's better at giving orders then taking point--"
Casey's voice was gruff, deeper than the thrum of the bass against her feet and the pounding of her own heart. Somewhere out there, fifteen minutes away, was an openhearted nerd who was waiting for her to come home, to feed her sizzling shrimp or frozen yogurt and stare into her eyes until his wife looked back. But Sarah Bartowski wasn't trapped inside her head, screaming to get out--it was only Sarah Walker, CIA, in here, inside her own brave new world. Somewhere out there, far away, was a gun to be fired and orders to follow and the comforting security of a cold-hearted mark. And when Casey looked at her like that, she clutched the Jim Bean bottle like her life depended on it. And maybe it did.
"Yes." The words didn't matter, not where they were going or why he said he wanted her or what they'd be doing. She needed a partner like she needed air, or solid ground beneath her feet. She needed a now, not a forever, but a today.
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Fresh starts all around, and Sarah concurs, even with her memories back. She needs a fresh start.
The house Chuck finds is white, and there's a picket fence...
But the door is green. He stares at it, troubled by the foresty color.
"It's green," he says.
Sarah stares at it and nods. "It is. That is a green door." She grins a little. "But it doesn't have to be green."
Chuck quirks an eyebrow. "Are you saying you want to buy this house and paint the door red?"
Sarah just grins wider. "It is a terrible shade of green."
Chuck nods, and can't help smiling. "Yes. Yes it is." He threads his fingers with hers.
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(I'm new so I hope the rating is correct.)
Leaving Chuck behind in his spy base (Castle, he'd called it.) was the hardest thing Sarah had ever done. Logically, she barely knew this man. The memories she had of him stretched back to only a few days ago. Why was she feeling so attached to him, then? She was planning on going back to her hotel room to re-pack. That would be the end of it. She would pack, get in her car, and leave Burbank. And she wouldn't look back.
So, she wasn't sure why she stopped. She glanced out her side window for just a moment and next thing she knew she was pulling into a parking spot in the parking lot adjacent to the beach. Originally, Sarah just sat in her car, staring out at the water turning yellow from the rising of the sun. Why had she stopped here? What was so significant about this one beach?
“Dammit, Sarah,” she cursed, her hands slamming the top of the steering wheel. That was when she willed herself to get out of the car. Something in her gut told her it was the right thing to do. She wasn't in the right attire for walking along a beach but it hadn't even occurred to her to take her shoes off or that the seat of her pants would be covered in sand as she took a seat on the warm sand. Sighing, she crossed her legs and inwardly tried to force herself to remember.
It was no use and, after a few minutes and even more self loathing, she gave up and looked down at the sand in front of her. Even if she didn't know why, something here gave her a comfort. It wasn't logical and it made her slightly uncomfortable. But the pull wouldn't recede, so she just sat there.
She had no idea how long she'd been sitting there before a pair of tennis shoes showed up beside her. She looked over as he sat down next to her and, though she wasn't entirely certain why, he felt like home.
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Their target is bleeding out in an abandoned Chicago warehouse and they’re not done questioning him yet. A hospital isn’t an option and they need him alive.
Casey slaps him to keep him awake and Sarah calls the doctor.
She hates getting civilians involved in dangerous missions. Casey tells her it’s not the first time Devon’s done this.
She hates that even more.
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Devon’s hands don’t shake. Sarah can’t imagine how he does it.
It’s much easier being responsible for taking someone’s life rather than saving it.
She grips her gun tighter and keeps one eye trained on the door, just in case.
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When he’s finished, Devon tells her that the ‘bad guy” (she hadn’t offered him anymore information than that and he didn’t ask) has a few more hours at best. He did everything he could. He’s leaned in close to her and his voice is sympathetic from years of delivering bad news in hospital hallways.
Sarah thanks him but won't meet his eye. The warmth of his proximity feels like a memory just out of reach, on the tip of her tongue.
She promised herself she’d ignore those kinds of nagging reminders.
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Devon leaves with blood on his hands.
Before the night is over, she will too.
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He had a full duffel bag and an empty laundry bag, unlike Chuck.
Bryce smiled and she replied in kind, the fight with Devon fading a tiny bit.
Chuck went to sleep early and they were watching a movie on the TV.
She ran a hand up his thigh. He leaned over and kissed her.
That night went by quickly. There was no mention if Chuck heard them when they came in for breakfast.
Ellie handed him the paper, worried about him. He looked up at her, worried, and she wondered if he knew what they did.
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Not for the first time, and for what certainly won’t be the last time, Chuck is completely lost.
He lies awake at night – alone in their bed – and fights the stinging at the back of his eyes, cursing whatever holy power there is in the universe at the unfairness of it all. That may seem a little dramatic, but damn it if he isn’t tired. Hadn’t they been through enough already?
It’s times like this when he really wishes his dad were around. His mom is currently in Chicago helping Ellie, Devon and Clara move in and while her advice is always heartfelt…it’s not quite the eloquent significance that came from his dad. Immediately, he feels disloyal for thinking this and rolls over to press his face into the pillow.
Because honestly, what the hell is he going to do.
He tortures himself by remembering Paris, by remembering the train, by remembering her waking up in the hospital. Little, stupid details that suddenly don’t seem so little or stupid. How she can’t make bacon without letting it get far too crispy. How she admitted to loving The Matrix after he pestered her enough. How her watch is the last thing she took off every night before going to bed.
The ache in his chest is crawling its way up his throat like a living thing.
But she was remembering. She remembered carving their names into the doorframe, the Weinerlicious – even Irene Demova for crying out loud.
He looks to her side of the bed and imagines her there, curled up beside him, hair lit by the sun creeping through the window. How she’s cranky in the morning but likes it when he wakes her with a kiss.
There has to be hope. There’s always hope.
It’s just…no amount of parental advice is going to be able to fix this. Ellie can’t swoop in and give him a pep talk whenever he needs it (which, right now, is about every other minute). Morgan is too busy moving in with Alex that even though he’s next door, he’s a thousand miles away. Casey is halfway across the world tracking down the woman he loves.
Chuck lets out a long, heavy breath. It’s all on you, Charles, he thinks. Not especially reassuring. He’s just…he’s just going to have to do his best.
Well, if there is anything Chuck Bartowski is best at, it’s never giving up hope.
The next day, he shows up at the door of Sarah’s hotel room with some Sizzling Shrimp and The Matrix. When she looks skeptical but lets him in anyway, he smiles and settles in for the long haul.
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Casey had suggested a fancy restaurant downtown and Alex had countered with a shooting range, but it was Morgan who came up with the best solution: laser tag. (Honestly, he just got tired of listening to them go back and forth, too concerned about making each other comfortable to realize both ideas kind of suck)
Casey and Gertrude grumble over the small plastic guns while Alex laughs at Morgan getting caught in the velcro of his vest, but once the bell rings and the lights go out, things start to go better. They're not playing teams but Alex finds that Gertrude keeps tailing her; not shooting her, just following her to take out the twelve-year-olds that found all the good hiding spots.
It's not long before they're the only people left without frozen guns and vibrating vests. Alex can hear Morgan whining on the other side of a plastic boulder she's circling with Gertrude.
"Your father's going to use Morgan as a human shield," Gertrude whispers. "I'll get your boyfriend; you shoot your father." There's something deadly serious about the way she says it that makes Alex's neck itch, but then Gertrude smiles and nudges her into position and everything seems a little less creepy.
She was right, of course; Casey hauled Morgan to his feet, holding him to his chest so he could shoot at them with some measure of cover. When Morgan's vest starts vibrating - Gertrude shot him three times to be sure - Casey drops him and Alex comes up from behind to declare their victory.
Casey hugs her, oddly proud (sure it's laser tag but his little girl just outmaneuvered him), and smiles when she whispers into his chest, "She suits you, Dad."
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