@stargatelov3r Stat challenge completed. Thank you for the side character ask!
You guys know me, I’m a sucker for anything involving Radek. BUT, if you don’t know, Chuck is one of my top five favorite characters in all of SGA! So, I absolutely love this ask.
Note: There are three Chuck/Radek fanfic on AO3 - Only three... :(
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Tags: Loss, Canonical Character Death, Developing Relationship, Ficlet, Between Episodes
Summary: Set after Siege - Chuck mourns the loss of Peter Grodin.
Notes:
SGA Saturday Prompt Challenge: Quilt + Tender
SGA kick back and chill challenge: Rarepairs + Quilt + Tender
Italics - Flashback
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Elizabeth's mouth was set. "You're in charge now, Sergeant."
Chuck swallowed and nodded, "Of course Dr. Weir."
She nodded back, her compressed lips lifting briefly in a facsimile of a smile.
He turned and walked back to his quarters in a daze. In charge? His breaths turned shallow. Oh god. Chuck's hands shook.
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Chuck looked around in awe at the reds, blues, and silvers gleaming around them. His breath caught as he walked up a glowing staircase to consoles that lit up as they came through. His hands shook in excitement.
He felt a nudge on his shoulder, "It's as if Christmas came early. Is it not?"
Chuck glanced up, catching Dr. Grodin’s warm gaze. "Heck, I've never been this excited for Christmas in my entire life."
A smile spread over Dr. Grodin's face as he chuckled, "Neither have I."
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Chuck made it to his room and threw himself on the bed, pulling his blanket up and over him.
He stared at the light shining through the patchwork of diamonds. Chuck breathed deep, tears pin-pricking his eyes. He held them back till his vision blurred.
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"You chose that as your one item from home?"
Chuck rubbed the back of his neck and blushed, "It's important."
Grodin's lips lifted, "It does look quite cozy." He looked at Chuck, "Why is it important exactly?"
"My mémé made it for me."
Grodin raised an eyebrow, "Mémé?"
"My Grandmother."
Grodin ran his hand over the quilt. "Ah, sentimentality." Chuck's heart slammed as Grodin smiled, "A man after my own heart."
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This isn’t happening. Oh god. A sob caught in the back of his throat. Oh god. He shut his eyes tight.
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Peter ran his finger down Chuck's shoulder, "Tell me about your Mémé."
Chuck turned toward him and pulled the quilt higher. “She was filled with love, everyone in our town knew her name.” Chuck raised his arm up. “She always smelled like freshly baked bread, and she never had a bad word to say about anyone.” Chuck smiled slyly. “But if she caught you being naughty, you’d be scrubbing the scum off the laundry room floor faster than you could blink.” Peter chuckled, his fingers brushing through Chuck's hair. Chuck sighed and picked at the quilt lightly, “She would also sing to me.”
Peter’s arm wrapped around him and pulled him closer, “What would she sing?”
Chuck smiled, “Berceuse de brahms.”
Peter raised his eyebrow, “I am unfamiliar.”
Chuck turned, his eyes getting lost in Peter’s, “I wouldn’t expect you to know a french lullaby.”
Peter smiled, “Sing it for me?”
Chuck swallowed and laid back before closing his eyes.
“Bonne nuit, cher trésor,
Ferme tes yeux et dors.
Laisse ta tête, s'envoler,
Au creux de ton oreiller.
Un beau rêve passera,
Et tu l'attraperas.
Un beau rêve passera,
Et tu le retiendras.”
He opened his eyes, his breath catching at the sight of Peter's warm gaze. The man leaned his head toward his, eyes shutting. Chuck leaned forward and closed his eyes once more.
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Chuck’s eyes opened slowly, tears running down his cheeks as he brushed his fingers over his lips.
Bonne nuit, mon trésor, bonne nuit.
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End Notes: Translations
Berceuse de Brahms
“Bonne nuit, cher trésor,
Ferme tes yeux et dors.
Laisse ta tête, s'envoler,
Au creux de ton oreiller.
Un beau rêve passera,
Et tu l'attraperas.
Un beau rêve passera,
Et tu le retiendras."
Brahms' Lullaby
"Good night, dear treasure,
Close your eyes and sleep.
Let your head, fly away,
In the hollow of your pillow.
A beautiful dream will pass,
And you will catch it.
A beautiful dream will pass,
And you will hold it."
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Bonne nuit, mon trésor, bonne nuit.
Good night, my treasure, good night
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Listen to: Berceuse de Brahms
Also, if you are interested, take a look at @cassiope25 beautiful comment about the original version of this lullaby. 💚
Can I just... more like OTP "Chuckxthe recognition he rightfully deserves"! Yes yes yes!
Seriously, right!? Both the actor and the character. I mean, in The Siege, he’s right there with a vest on. He’s always there. Doing a great job. Forget Amelia being in the end shot, Chuck should’ve been there with Lorne and Zelenka!!
