Underappreciated
May. 14th, 2011 06:32 pmFandom: Chuck
Author: MusicalLuna
Rating: E
Characters/Pairings: Casey, Chuck
Genre: Friendship
Warnings: None
Complete: Yes
Summary: Casey feels useless.
A/N: After the whole Casey-joining-another-team-because-he-feels-unappreciated-and-underutilized I had to write this. They're so adorable.
Disclaimer: I love Chuck but they're not mine.
“Casey,” Chuck says and he looks little-boy astonished, his voice gently chastising. “You thought you were the backup? How could you think that?”
Casey glares at him, angry because he still feels like he's right, and angry because Bartowski is somehow making him feel like he's had it wrong the entire time, like of course he's had it wrong. “I'm the bartender, Chuck,” he snaps. “I'm the one in the van. That's how.”
“Casey,” Chuck says his name again and it makes him madder because he's half-smiling now, crookedly, in that oh, silly you, voice. “You're the only reason we can even go on these missions.” He shrugs his shoulders, spreads his hands in a wide gesture. “Sure, I know a lot of stuff, and Sarah can kick a lot of ass and take a lot of names, but, Casey, without you... It's like a missile without a guidance system. We might do a lot of damage and maybe accomplish the goal, but it'll be a hell of a lot messier and due way more to luck. Odds are, we'd just blow ourselves up.”
And just like that, Casey's not mad anymore. Except for the tiny part of him that's pissed Bartowski was right and he was wrong. They do need him. And he needs them.
Chuck's still talking. “...right though, we really do need to branch out your covers. The bartender thing is way overdone. I don't suppose you can play an instrument?”
“Not well,” Casey mutters. “Played cello in high school for one semester.”
Both of Chuck's eyebrows go up in surprise. “Really, cello?”
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