#makes me madder that season 3 got cut short

[helliontherapscallion]

omg pls share the story abt the lecture from that girl’s dad (only if u feel like it) but seriously ppl it’s not that hard to put a mask on to help the spread of a virus. just wear it, it keeps u safe. and for the ppl who don’t care then just wait til it affects u, bcs covid isn’t a game. I just wish ppl were more serious abt it

Ok so sit down and buckle up kiddos and grab some snacks bc this is a helluva ride

Little background info: I have been a section leader for both my junior and senior years now. When the new freshmen came in my first year of being section leader I was hyped as hell. And then this new freshman whips out a lighter and lights it WHILE WE’RE INSIDE THE SCHOOL MIGHT I ADD with a straight face looking off into the distance before we ask her to put it away. She also always has a pocket knife on her that we found on the ground during band camp. I’ll call her POS. 

I tried to like POS I really did, but then she turned out to be a bigoted racist asshole (she also drinks deer blood straight from the corpse and simps over jeffery dahmer so even more red flags). It was extremely hard for me to treat her like I did with the other people in my section, but I managed to treat her the same as the other people and avoided her for the most part (thank god she wasn’t in my subsection I would’ve actually gone insane)

Flash forward to this year. Covid was hitting full force and we had to quarantine for the first two months of our season setting us back by a lot. She was wishywashy about rejoining but as the most senior leader of my section my band director was on my ass about getting a straight answer from her and fast. So I kinda had to force her to give me an answer (which she told me she was doing it quickly which leads me to think she already knew she was doing it) so she already was going into the season hating my guts

When we finally had an in person rehearsal for the first time, she wasn’t wearing a mask so when I asked her where it was she looked at me like I was the dumbass and said in a matter-of-fact tone “it’s in my pocket” and pointed to the confederate flag bandana hanging out of her pocket. Those four words told me that this season was going to be a fuckin long one with her. I just deadpanned (she couldn’t see it tho bc mask, sunglasses, and floppy hat blocking my entire face) and said “I’d rather it be on your face. (band director and marching instructor’s names) will have my ass if they see you not wearing one.” She rolls her eyes and puts it on (at least it was over her nose)

A few months go by with me telling her constantly to put on a mask bc I am responsible for my section and I’d be damned if one of them got sick bc of one idiot being stupid that I could prevent. She is getting madder and madder with each passing rehearsal. 

Band camp rolls around and it changed from 5 13 hour days to 15 3 hour ones and I am already done with her bs. We get our dots and I mentally groan bc she’s next to me for the vast majority of the show. She is between me (an asthmatic) and my close friend (vvv immunocompromised and also hates her, I’ll call her S) so now I’m more worried about covid going around the section. It was in this time that I find out that at least 5 other people out of 20 also have pre existing conditions that make them susceptible. So now I make it even more my mission to make her wear a mask. 

It was in the middle of band camp when she is yet again not wearing a mask (we were just marching without instruments) and I turn to her and as kindly as possible (it was the second time that day) asked her to put on her mask. She once again rolls her eyes and says “ya know, (band director) walked past me 3 times and hasn’t said shit, so I think I’m gonna listen to him and not you.” S and another friend of mine looks over in shock cuz she just talked back to me. They were about to say something but I wove them off. POS wants to fuck with me? Fine. I’ll just go full force with this. She wants petty?? I’ll give her petty, I’ve been holding off all season. 

So I’m marching there for the next twenty minutes quietly seething and counting more aggressively. She’s getting annoyed, but I pull the section leader card and tell her that she needs to be counting as loud as I am bc her feet was lowkey off time. After we break off for a gush and go (very short water break), I go straight to my band director and use my limited water break to tell him what she told me. He apologizes and says that he thought she was just taking a breather. He tells her to put on a mask and she does so and glares at me the rest of the rehearsal. 

She blocks me on all social media and I obviously clown on her in private with the other section leader (he’s more of a pacifist and never really told her to wear a mask which kinda pissed me off but I understood) until she makes a passing comment to my other friend about using the knife she kept in her boot. Now he tells me cuz he’s a good friend and I’m shitting myself at that point bc holy shit I might get shanked. 

I think about telling the band director but I realize that there’s no proof of her saying this and she could easily get out of this so it’s kinda pointless to tell anyone. Plus if she did shank me, she’d get into so much trouble and I’d be laughing at her from my grave/hospital bed. 

Many rehearsals go by and she still refuses to wear a mask so after one rehearsal S and I went to the band director and reminded him about our conditions and told him about how we were worried for our safety (I also told him abotu the other vulunerable ppl in the section) and he says he’s gonna do something. Next rehearsal he gives POS a warning and she begrudgingly wears a mask for the rest of the rehearsal. The next rehearsal rolls by and she isn’t wearing a mask (again) and he sends her home. Major victory for S and I.

The next sectional tho was something I wasn’t expecting. I get there like 10 minutes before it starts like I usually do in a good mood. I get out of my car and go to grab my stuff when a massive white truck with a busted muffler pulls up into the parking space next to me with a cloud of black smoke. The window rolls down and reveals POS’s dad and POS herself in the passanger seat. 

Of course I’m thinking that this is the day I die and start mentally preparing to yell for help to my other section members 100 feet away on the field already.

Mans starts to lecture me saying things like “it’s unhealthy to wear a mask outside bc it’s like a pitri dish under there. 6th grade science!” (I am not joking or overexaggerating with this, he actually said that). I really wanted to say “well, 7th grade science says otherwise, but you wouldn’t know that bc I’m sure you didn’t pass 6th grade, but go off ig” but I didn’t bc I didn’t want to get shanked or disappear randomly. I just tell him that I am only doing what my band director told me to do and that there are tons of people (myself included) that can really get hurt from just being in contact with covid. He says that’s bullshit and tries to tell me that I’m an idiot before I cut him off by telling him once again that I am just trying to protect my section and that the sectional was going to start soon so I didn’t have the time for this. I walk away leaving him trying to keep talking to me and soon enough POS gets out of the car and follows me to the field giving me a smug smile on her unmasked face before she puts it on when she sees the other section leader stroll up. 

Lemme paint the picture for you: this guy (a 6′something burly guy in his 50′s that I know has like two felonies under his belt) pulls up next to me (a 5′2 17 year old ball of anxiety that drives a small yellow car) and starts to borderline yell at me. Traumatizing. I was shaking for the rest of the sectional and I spent the rest of the season looking over my shoulder looking for the glint of a knife swingin at me

Now I’m pretty sure she’s suspended bc she was caught with a knife on school property and she wore a confederate t-shirt to school, but I would be lying if I said I don’t still look over my shoulder or speed up when I drive past her house lmao

[davidcarner]

Pros and Cons Ch 15, From Russia With Love

A/N 1: So I guess the secret is out. If you haven't and would like, please visit Steampunk . Chuckster's fic, Chuck Versus The Nerds Rewrite. It is a collaboration of her and myself. We are working on this slowly, but it came about after months of saying, this is what I'd do here. We're approaching it as we're the writers of the show so you know what that means…She's going to have to keep me from getting them together by episode 2. (Ain't no damn way we're waiting 2 1/2 seasons!) Check it out, we're having a blast doing it, and if you'll noticed we're starting with Molly.

A/N 2: This was never meant to be a long fic. It never fails, I get to a certain point and I realize I have told the story and to string it along would feel just like that, stringing it along. (And it's not like I don't have anything else to write!) I do feel like it's a world we could come back to at some point, and perhaps we will…after I write all of these season fics people seem to want. (Seriously, I'm writing season 3!) There is only ONE title that I can give this chapter. A former Bond, a spy mission, and Russia? What else can I call it? I give you Pros and Cons Ch 15, From Russia with Love

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, but I'm trying to...really bad.

"Can I have that shaken…not stirred?"

Sarah rolled her eyes at Chuck and grinned good-naturedly. As the waitress walked away, Sarah leaned forward. "Bartowski, should you be doing a James Bond impersonation when you're doing an actual spy mission and on the enemy's home turf?"

Chuck look affronted. "My dear lady, it's Walker, Chuck Walker." The grin on his face was eclipsed by the one on Sarah's.

"Chuck, are you trying to say something?"

He shrugged. "What could I possibly be saying?"

"That you want to get married."

Chuck gave her an amused smile. "I think you're hearing what you want," he said, taking a drink. "But you should know I have no problem taking your last name." She laughed out loud.

"Eh, no need, you can keep yours," she said with a small wave of her hand. She studied him a second. "Bartowski, I'm impressed." He lifted his eyebrows in question. "I've teased you about marriage," Sarah observed, "and you didn't back down or get scared."

Chuck leaned forward taking her hand. "Why would I be scared to spend the rest of my life with you? I've spent most of my life without you and I know what a crapfest that turned into. Sarah, I'm not going anywhere, so marriage, no marriage, whatever you want, I'm here, forever." She blinked back immediate tears. "I mean if you want to make it official…." He trailed off.

"Dad?" Sarah asked, looking up at Jack. He pushed a gun against Chuck's back. A crowd of unsavory types were circled him.

"Sorry, kid," he said with a shrug. "I really didn't think the schnook had it in him." One of the unsavories put a bag over Chuck's head. Sarah watched, her tears running from her eyes. "Trust me, you're not built for that life, kid." Sarah shook her head in response.

"I'm marrying him. Period."

"Yeah!" came Chuck's muffled response from the bag.

"I don't think she's asking you, Schnook."

"Yes, I am. Chuck, will you marry me?"

"Absolutely!" Another muffled response, but unmistakable.

"Shame he won't live long enough," Jack commented as a bag was put over Sarah's head. They stood the two up, and began to zip tie their wrists behind their bag. Sarah was struggling against the goons, and Jack stepped in before someone got hurt. "Darlin', calm down, it's me. You're gonna be okay."

"I'll never forgive you for this." They led the two off as Jack stood there watching.

"I'll never forgive myself," he responded.

-ooooo-

A week earlier.

The screen flipped on and the two small women stared at each other, neither blinking.

"General," Anna greeted Beckman with a smirk. "Have your techs confirmed what I sent you?"

"Miss Wu, if you ever decide to join the NSA, there is a spot here for you." Beckman took off her glasses. "The worm you have created has been spreading itself from one phone to another, and we are building cases against these Ring agents one after another."

"General, we originally were told there were four addresses we needed to look into."

Beckman looked a little uncomfortable. "Ahem, yes, well, to put it delicately, the situation in Marrakesh, Morocco...Fatima Tazi...has already been, uh…"

"Infiltrated?" Anna offered, a smirk on her face.

Beckman pinched the bridge of her nose, and sighed with her whole body. "You know about Roan Montgomery."

"We've provided backup one evening as overwatch. For an older gentleman he has a certain, shall we say, Jena se qu'à?"

"I am aware," Beckman grumbled. She paused for a moment, then continued. "He has taken the mint out of commission, before the counterfeit bills can flood the market. Frankly, I'm questioning the need of this last mission."

"We have the bullets, and the fear toxin, so who needs the weapon itself?"

"Exactly."

"General, if I may, this mission is about so much more for us, and we have the opportunity to get Jill into even more hot water with the Ring, something all of us are on board for."

Beckman nodded. "You are a family there, aren't you." It wasn't a question, and Anna knew it. "Roan has been captured, I think your team can get him back. I believe he's in Russia with Volkoff."

"So you need our help. So maybe you could help us?"

Beckman narrowed her eyes. "So what is the sub-mission?"

Anna grinned. "Any idea how to make Jill even madder?" Beckman had a grin of her own.

-ooooo-

Bernie was grocery shopping, glad to be away from his niece. She might be family but he had had enough of her.

He found his favorite frozen pizza and smiled. He didn't have time to make one from scratch, so this would have to do. Looking at the box, he stood still, the freezer case door open, cold air rushing out. He didn't know who came up with the idea of the pizzadilla, a quesadilla and pizza magically combined into one, but he thought they deserved a medal. Bernie shut the freezer case door and a man stood in front of him. Magically.

"Bernie, how'd you like to make some money?" Bernie grinned. "I happen to know how to find a certain artifact, but I'd like not to involve our families." Bernie gave the man a strange look. "You know, your niece and my daughter." Bernie smiled at Jack. Money and no Jill? It was like magic.

"I think as two businessmen, we can figure something out."

-ooooo-

Now

Jack removed the bag from Chuck's head. He was tied to a chair, back-to-back with Sarah. Jack disappeared from sight, but Chuck guessed from the noises he heard that he was removing the bag from Sarah's head.

Chuck turned his head and saw an older man in a tuxedo, strapped to some contraption. He heard a slow clap, and looked forward and saw an older, distinguished gentleman, slightly graying. Chuck would have guessed that in another lifetime he was a James Bond type, but he was pretty sure the gentleman was the Bond bad guy in this scenario.

"Chuck Bartowski," the man said in what was approaching in an English accent.

"I'm afraid you have me confused with someone else," Chuck replied suavely. "The name is Walker….Chuck, Walker." Chuck narrowed his eyes, suggesting that he meant business, was a force to be reckoned with.

Volkoff stared at Chuck and then laughed uproariously. "Jack, you are right, he is something else! Now, let's go talk about my artifact." Laughter trailed the two men left as they left the room, Chuck, Sarah, and the older man remained tied up.

"Well, that was the dumbest thing I've ever seen," the older gentleman quipped.

"Oh, Roan, you've not seen anything dumb yet," Chuck replied, with a grin. "Don't underestimate me. By the way, I'm Chuck Bartowski, and the gorgeous woman about to cut me loose is Sarah Walker. You're up, Sarah."

"I don't want to."

"Sarah, we've been over this, my hair is already cut, nothing is going to change it."

"I'll do it on one condition."

"Wait, we're tied up, you're the only one that can get us out, and you're negotiating?"

"Mmhmm."

"You do know it's more blackmail than negotiation?"

"Don't care."

Chuck sighed. Roan looked on, amused. "Fine, what are your terms."

"Marry me."

"I already said I would," Chuck reminded her softly. He felt her relax behind him. "Hey, I meant it. You and me, for real, forever."

"While this may be the most touching thing I've seen in some time, do you think perhaps you two could hurry along with the rescue."

Sarah pulled her hands free. "Dad slipped me a tool when he zip tied me," Sarah replied, smirking. She cut Chuck loose, and stood in front of him, looking ruefully at his hair. "This is the worst idea ever."

"It will grow back," Chuck replied, grinning at her.

"But what do I hold onto until then?" she asked, saucily.

One of Roan's eyebrows shot up as a grin covered his face. "Well done, Charles," he murmured.

Sarah reached over and gently removed the wig of curls, and Chuck was left with his very short, yet very professional-looking hair. She reached inside the wig, removed the tape holding the tools required to pull off this job, and pulled out the two ear buds, placing one in her ear and activating it, while giving Chuck the other. She then handed Chuck the mini USB drive.

Chuck hit his ear piece. "Anna, do you copy?"

"Loud and clear boss. The server should be in the room next door."

Chuck nodded his head toward the door, and Sarah went to try the lock. It was unlocked and opened easily. She opened the door, swept it for any surprises, and return to free Roan. Chuck found the mainframe he was looking for, and unleashed the virus he created, while simultaneously, uploading all the info the NSA and CIA needed to their servers. The virus made it seem like the attack was coming from the outside, fooling Volkoff's techs.

"Anna, is Dad doing okay?" Sarah asked.

"Seems to be," Anna replied. "Jack are you in position, what's your status?"

"Anything you need me to do, Volkoff?" they heard Jack ask . There was a mumbling after that their earpieces didn't catch. Then Jack spoke again. "I'm just gonna hang out over here and watch the ships until you get that mess straightened out. That's why I do everything old school."

"He's okay," Sarah said. "'Old school' is one of our words to let each other know we're okay."

"Strikeforce is in position," Anna said. "Where are we, Chuck?"

"Two minutes top," Chuck said. He looked out the door seeing Sarah standing there. "How do you feel about the beach?"

She smiled broadly. "The one we went to when Jill started this mess and interrupted our date?" Chuck nodded. "That sounds magical."

"ELLIE, THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT GETTING MARRIED!" Anna shouted. Chuck and Sarah both grabbed their ears. The squeal was a thunderclap.

"Ellie, calm the hell down!" They heard Casey bark. "Christ, now the entire squad's ears are bleeding!"

"Finished on my end. Jack, you have five seconds to initiate a no-go." The line was quiet. "Anna, do your thing."

"You got it, Chuck." There was a pause. "Oh, and Chuck, don't let your rescuers find you in a compromising predicament."

Everyone on the line except Jack chuckled, who couldn't because of Volkoff's proximity.

"Okay, Jack, open that switched-out briefcase, hit the EMP, and hit the floor. On my mark home team, storm her house and secure Jill Roberts, away teams storm Volkoff industries and bring our guys home." "Three, two, one, MARK!"

All hell broke loose. Back home, Jill Robert's front door burst open, and the three-man team caught her in seconds. In Russia, Jack opened the briefcase he was currently carrying after switching it out with the one with the artifact. The current briefcase had an EMP. He hit the trigger, throwing the entire building into darkness. Jack dove to the ground, behind a couch, and stayed covered. Five assault teams entered Volkoff Industries, with a recovery team assisting each. The assault was quick since they were wearing night vision and quickly took out all resistance. In a matter of minutes it was over.

"Anyone hurt, Anna?"

"Few minor injuries, Boss, but no fatalities for our side. Congratulations."

"Hey, Chuck, Sarah," Bryce's voice came through the mike. "It's about damn time!"

-ooooo-

Chuck and Bryce were sitting in a bar a few days later, celebrating. Bryce joked and said it was Chuck's bachelor party. He was certain Chuck was going to run off and marry Sarah first chance he got. Chuck would only chuckle, and Bryce wasn't 100% sure they hadn't gotten married already. Jack had returned the stolen artifact, and received a finder's fee…Chuck really wasn't sure how one received a finder's fee for something they stole, but he was keeping his mouth shut. Bernie stayed out of jail by cooperating and was currently telling everything his niece was involved with, with absolutely no nudging necessary from law enforcement. The CAT squad was out doing CAT squad things.

"Why can't we ever finish fries?" Bryce asked, leaning back and looking at his friend. Chuck shrugged. He had had a few drinks tonight. It had been awhile, well, if you didn't count the night he drank himself stupid over Sarah. This wasn't drinking to forget, though, this was drinking to celebrate. He felt a soft hand on his shoulder, as an arm reached across him and grabbed one of his fries.

"Hi," she said, grinning. "My friends and I saw a crime being perpetrated, and we just couldn't let it happen. You're fries are getting cold." Chuck smiled and pushed the basket of fries toward her.

"Really, it was a cheesy pick-up line but if you're gonna give me fries…" Sarah popped one into her mouth.

Chuck turned toward Bryce. "Oh, it's for you." He felt the hand harden on his shoulder and he was spun back towards Sarah and right into her blue eyes.

"Oh, no. Absolutely not. It's you. Always has been. I am definitely hitting on you."

"Sorry, I'm engaged." She leaned forward, kissing him soundly.

"That's the right answer," she replied with a wink. "My friends have a booth, so…"

"First off, they're OUR friends, and second, did Anna seriously track our phones?" Sarah shrugged as Chuck and Bryce went with her to the booth.

-ooooo-

Jack walked to Sarah and handed her an envelope. "New ID, new bank account, 2 mil in there. You go now, you can get out of this." Sarah glared at her father, as he began to grin. He shrugged and handed her a second envelope. In it was an ID for Chuck. She noticed they had the same last name. "In case you two ever need to run." Sarah rolled her eyes and pulled him into a hug.

"Seriously, Dad, we're gonna be okay. Better than okay."

"I'm just saying, you always have a choice."

Sarah pulled away and looked him in the eye. "I know, and it'll always be him."

"I know," Jack replied shrugging again. "What can I say, some things are meant to be." He stepped back and admired her. "You look beautiful, Darlin'. That fool doesn't deserve you."

"I don't deserve him, but I'm going to work every day to make us both happy, because that's the only way." Jack nodded. He heard the music start. "I think that's your song, Darlin'." He paused. "And are we sure the little bearded guy should be officiating this."

"Dad."

He put his hands up in defense. "Okay. Okay."

As he began to walk her down the aisle, Casey caught his eye and gave him a nod. Just one, but it was a respectful one, knowing what Jack had given up for these two. When Jack reached the end of the aisle, he put Sarah's hands in Chuck's He was seeing multiple daughters all at once. Something was wrong with his eyes. Who was he kidding, he was crying on his daughter's wedding day, and what father wouldn't?

-ooooo-

A few days later

Chuck opened one eye and immediately looked to his right, as he did every morning. There it was. The mess of blonde hair, plastered against him and over him, a warm, comfortable weight on his right side. He gazed at the ceiling, wondering what had he done right to have such a woman in his life. He felt a hand working it's way up his chest, neck, and then face. He wouldn't call the hand loving, or playful. No, this was a hand, hunting for his open eye, and intent on closing it.

"Chuuuuuuuuuuuck….go back to sleeeeeeep," she whined.

"Sorry, thinking about how good my life is."

"Mmmmmm, 's good, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I got lucky."

"Go back to sleep now. Get lucky later…"

"Not like that, Sarah." He tried to sound exasperated but her giggle refused to let let him even play at sounding that way. "We went through a lot."

"Mmmhmm." She lifted up her head and looked at him groggily. "You know a very, very, very, smart, sexy, nerd once told me something very important."

"Do I need to find this guy and make him quit hitting on you?"

"No, silly, it's you," she said, giving him a peck on the cheek. "Everyone deserves a second chance, and we got ours. But better than that, we didn't blow it, and we could have several different times."

"Did you say sexy?"

She bounced a shoulder. "Deal with it." She snuggled against him, her hand tracing along his body. "Hey, Chuck, you remember earlier about you getting so lucky later?"

"Yeah."

She didn't say anything, but just grinned. She waited a moment longer, then spoke. "It is later."

"Hhhh'atcha mama."

A/N: For now, we're done. We may come back to this universe. I've said that before, but this one is ripe for more adventures. Thanks for hanging out with me on this one. Hoped you liked it, reviews and PMs are always welcomed…Take Care

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