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Chuck versus Mom

It had been a hard three weeks of digging through the seemingly endless boxes of minutiae his father had accumulated during twenty years in the spy business, but Chuck had finally found the lead to his mother's location. However when he had arrived, the facility had been stripped bare. It had then taken revealing his quest to Sarah and Casey to shake loose a new lead.

And it had all led to this warehouse deep in the district backing onto the Long Beach docks. It had been nearly impossible to keep the last couple of clues secret from Sarah, but this initial contact was something he had to do alone. Oh, he had considered bringing Ellie, as she had as much right to be here as he, but some of the things he had learned along the twisting trail had suggested possible danger and he had sworn to his father to protect her.

But now, as he made his way through the dark, shadowy building, he began to question his resolve. Perhaps he should have brought some backup.

Finally, after five minutes of steadily building trepidation, Chuck reached the door leading into the office area. He paused for a moment before opening the door. He had last seen his barely remembered mother when he had been four. Ellie had been seven when she had walked away from them, so she had a few memories, but all he had was an old faded photo. She had looked so young and beautiful; he had long fantasized about this moment. How would she look after twenty-five years?

If there was one thing he had learned from his years working with Casey, it was that procrastinating in situations like this only made matters worse. Therefore with one last deep breath, Chuck grabbed the doorknob and briskly pulled the door open.

The blast of air that hit him in the face felt surprisingly frigid after the sweltering summer California heat of the un-air conditioned warehouse. His shirt suddenly felt clammy but he wasn't sure if it was due to the temperature change or the situation. But then this trivial matter was swept from his thoughts as he spotted her. She was sitting at a desk facing away from him and towards a row of windows overlooking the distant harbor.

"Mom?" he asked in a tone he suddenly realized was little more than a whisper. He was just about to repeat himself when she turned.

Quickly, she rose from the chair and he realized she was cradling in her arms a BFG straight from some videogame.

"Mom?" he repeated, as more than a hint of uncertainty crept into his voice.

"Chuck, it is time for your training to begin. Judgment Day is nearly here."

"Judgment Day?" echoed Chuck.

[The screen fades to black as the Terminator theme begins to blare.]

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Author's Note

With the casting of Linda Hamilton as Chuck's Mom, I felt the need to do my personal vision of their first meeting.

Have a great day,

Duane

P.S. I don't own Chuck or the Terminator franchise.