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... and this very short (one page) story popped into my head. I was so surprised to have the muse back, even briefly, that I wrote it right down. Wasn't going to post it, but Aly said I should. So, for those who are interested below the cut you'll find an ambiguous (could be gen, could be slash oriented) POV from Casey entitled 'For Love's Own Sake':

Chuck Versus Phase Three
For Love’s Own Sake

Standing guard, Casey stood back, watching ‘the giant blond she-male’ sob over Chuck, while Morgan counselled her not to be Sarah Walker the spy but Sarah Walker the woman, and urged her not to blow this last chance.

Memories flashed in his mind, memories of Morgan insisting upon coming, making a desperate bargain, pleading that he had to come along because Chuck was his best friend. In those moments, pure and uncomplicated love pooled in Morgan’s wide eyes, the man unaware or perhaps uncaring that he was laying his sweet soul wide open for Casey to see the kind of love Morgan had for Chuck and know it for what it was.

Minutes ago, fully aware of the danger, Morgan had walked unarmed into the midst of stone cold, ruthless, soulless killers. For Chuck.

That kind of courage – that kind of love -- blew Casey away.

Now, watching Morgan coach the incomparable, inconsolable Sarah on how to bring Chuck back, his throat thickened and he felt bands of emotion tighten around his chest. He’d heard of it, but he didn’t think he’d ever seen it before. Unconditional love. That’s what Morgan had: a love so pure, so real, that he would help Sarah and Chuck find their way back to one another without regard to his own feelings. So far as either of them would ever know, Morgan was just the best friend, nothing more.

Casey wondered if Chuck realized how lucky he was; wondered if he knew how well, how passionately and unconditionally he was loved, and not just by Sarah.

He drew in a deep breath, and pushed the emotion away. He had no time for it. The kind of love Chuck inspired was outside of his experience and he didn’t begin to understand it. But … but there was a small, residual ache in his chest, a lingering tightness in his throat. Locked down deep inside there was a part of him that poignantly, hopelessly wished he could inspire that kind of loyalty – that kind of love.

Chuck finally responded, opened his eyes and then he and Sarah were kissing as if they’d never come up for air. Casey looked to Morgan and saw the man turn to him with a blinding smile that would light up the darkest of moonless nights.

Casey’s jaw tightened and, swallowing hard, he nodded in silent acknowledgment of the joy that bubbled in Morgan’s tear-glazed eyes. Once Casey had mastered his emotion, still holding Morgan’s gaze with his own, he allowed himself a thin, ironic smile of satisfaction.

Mission accomplished.


( 3 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 14th, 2011 05:12 am (UTC)
Casey reminds me a little of our Jim. :) He's all stoic and cold hearted for some people, but for others, he begins to melt. Morgan will melt anyone's heart. I love this show so much and I'm glad you wrote this. Woo Hoo. YOu're writing again. :) This was a nice look into how they really feel. I enjoyed it totally. :) Thank you. Hugs, Patt
Jan. 14th, 2011 05:34 am (UTC)
Thanks, Patt, glad you liked it!

I like Casey a lot, and I like how they've allowed his character to grow and deepen over the course of the series. He's not a cardboard cutout super-soldier, like the character he played on Firefly, though he can take down about fifty bad guys all on his own. ::grins:: Unlike Jim, he doesn't drop his gun. ;) But I think he is afraid to feel, to care too deeply, and he equates loving someone with being vulnerable rather than in any way happy, let alone joyous. So well meaning, bumbling but very courageous and empathetic Morgan gives him pause.
Jan. 14th, 2011 05:35 am (UTC)
I couldn't agree with you more. :)
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