#dodginganotherbullet

“This is my team. And nobody, ESPECIALLY Daniel Shaw, is going to take us down.”

                       Independent Selective Private (S)low Activity Chuck RP blogs for:

Chuck Bartowski  

seasons 1-2 main // penned by Dottie 

Sarah Walker

seasons 1-4 main // Formerly wiildcardenforcer // Rebooted April 2017 // Penned by Christina

John Casey 

Revamped April 2017 // Penned by Gabriel

Daniel Shaw 

Sideblog // Follows from drcwningvoices // Penned by Dottie

                           The night was still young and so very cold, but Chuck had already spent some quality time in bed tossing and turning and not sleeping at all. For a while, he had tried to sleep with music, with another blanket, lights on, lights off, window wide open and locked shut but eventually, he just gave up.                           Their last mission had taken a toll on all of them - maybe, it felt like that to him and yet he was too afraid to admit it out loud. As he changed out of his pajamas, Chuck thought back to the warmth he had grown used to, the bodies nestled tightly to his and all of a sudden his room felt so much emptier. They had spent the entire last week sharing a hotel room, lying near on the same bed while the world around them fell apart in its usual mid-mission state. Slowly at first, almost tenderly until he had grown so used to their proximity he couldn’t remember how he had been able to sleep all alone before.

          She was tough. She was just like Mama and Papa. Gemma had been told this her entire life. She was gonna be a big sister soon and she needed to be strong, to protect her new brother the way Sam protected her.

          No one picked on her parents or her big brother. No one pulled their hair and called them bossy and said no one liked them.

          Mama and Papa and Sam were respected. They were strong. Gemma needed to be strong.

                                     But the tears wouldn’t stop coming. 

          A noise sounded outside Gemma’s door and the young girl held her breathing, burying the stuffed lion Uncle Chuck had gotten for her under her blankets. Stuffed animals were for sissies and Gemma wasn’t a sissy.

          Holding her breath and burrowing beneath the sheets, Gemma hoped whatever had caused the sound stopped. 

          “Sammy and Gem and Morgan are gonna miss out!” Alex promised her youngest half brother with a bright grin. She had been warned that Gabriel might be a little inconsolable at the thought of his family going to a function without him. No assurances that the event would be tedious and boring and that even Gemma was going under duress would assuage the fears that his family just didn’t want him around.

          But Alex had been the Casey-Walker family’s go-to babysitter since Sam was born; she could handle Gabe, even without Morgan’s help. She could probably handle him better without Morgan’s help.