Genuine Heart (Chucky Fanfic)

03 - Back to work

   Megan has been sitting on the chair, in front of her laptop for hours. She rubs her temples and exhales deeply, tired. She leans on her arm by the desk.

Hours and hours of searching and planning, she finally reached the information she's needed. The plan to kill and take revenge.

"Prettyface?" Chucky walks in, noticing Megan asleep in front of the laptop. He sneers and approaches her, then runs his hand through her hair. He crouches down and stares at her for a moment.

Beautiful, he thought. What a catch.

     After years of struggle and violence, he never thought he'd have a taste of heaven even at the slightest touch of her. When he was alone with her, he felt like she was fragile. He felt like he was made to take care of her. He loved her, he was sure about that. But he just needed the right time to tell her that, to prove it.

He glances at the screen and notices a familiar photo. A young man, wearing a dark blue shirt. He glances back at Megan, "What have you been working on, Meg?"

Chucky stands and hovers the mouse to take a closer look at the photo. He knew the young man. It couldn't be.

"Andy Barclay, you son of a bitch." he whispers to himself,

He notices the text at the side. Written in a blank program was information not even he could trace down. Chucky smirks and thinks of Megan. He was indeed lucky to be with her. 

"You beautiful and smart woman." he plants a kiss on her head and caresses her again. "I guess we're back to work."

* * *

     Megan was sitting on the edge of the deck, She stared at the water in front of her. Megan glanced at the side and saw Chucky. She smiled at him, butterflies all over her stomach.

Megan loves him. Too much. He stared at Chcuky for a moment, observing him in Jason's body. Since the fire, since she saw him in a body, she looked at him differently. He pictured Chucky differently in Jason's body. He saw Chucky in him now. Better, she thought.

She stood up on the deck, a few steps away from Chucky. Then she noticed their distance, growing further. He started walking backwards, then turns around to turn his back to her.

A frown sewn across Megan's face. She starts crying. Chucky's leaving, a knife now on his hand. "Chucky!" she shouted, but he did not respond to her cry.

"Chucky!" she shouted again and started running to him, but their distance kept growing. Tears are gushing down on her cheeks, "Stop! Don't go!" she shouted again,

Then everything darkened, the sky went black. She stopped running and she gasps when she saw Chucky standing in front of her. She leaned onto him to hug him, finally aching to hug him, but he steps back. 

"You can't," he said, "We're too different." a stern look on his eyes,

Megan shakes her head in disbelief, "No, we're not. I love you."

"This isn't my fate. This isn't your fate." he continued,

"No!" she shouted, "I don't care! I love you!"

"This is all a creation of my mistake." he said, "a mistake. You're a mistake."

"No!" Megan shouted and she finally jumps, sitting up from her bed, her eyes open wide. She's gasping for air and panting, tears all over her face. She's been crying.

* * *

     Morning came fast. Birds can be heard outside, and the soft wind whirling. It was nature, and Megan loved nature. Quiet and simple. She used to appreciate these things in the morning, but she wasn't outside to do so.

Chucky was standing against the sink, taking plates and placing them on the table. He's prepared breakfast, something he's never done before. At least...cooking. He's never cooked for years. Even prepared for someone.

He hears soft thuds against the stairs, making him glance. It was Megan, with her bed hair and a large shirt draped on her.

A smile appears suddenly on his face, "Had a good morning?"

Megan stops by the stairway, "How did I get up there?" she asks him,

He shrugs, "I carried you. I've never carried anyone before since--"

"--Oh." was all she responded as she continued walking down a step then towards the table where Chucky was now sitting. He stands up and pulls a chair for her, Megan gazes at him.

"Thanks," she mumbles and sits down.

Chucky nods and starts drinking him coffee. He's gazing back at her. He puts the mug down, "What's wrong?"

She shakes her head, "Nothing."

"Come on, Meg." he insists,

"I just..." she swallows a lump, "I had a bad dream. Nothing serious."

Chucky looks at her for a moment, "You've been having dreams for a while." So does Chucky. But Megan was whom he wanted to focus on. He didn't want her having a hard time with him, not now, not when he's planning to be with her forever.

"Yeah, but the last time..it wasn't a bad dream."

"Was it a wet dream?" he teases her then drinks from his mug,

Megan rolls her eyes, "No." she sniffs, "I'd prefer it real." she mumbles and eats, smirking at Chucky as she chews her food.

He smirks back at her, "Mm-hmm." he shrugs, "Maybe we should tonight."

"Maybe we should." she repeats, and takes a sip from her drink, "After we get back to work."

He groans, "Fine. But I was actually planning to do it--today." he smirks again,

"Oh, please. Not today."

"You promised." he teases, "I don't like getting my hopes up."

Megan stands and pushes her plate to the side, and leans on the table reaching for Chucky. A smirk plastered on her face, she kisses him deeply but quick and pulls away. "There. Something to get through today."

Megan stands back up and walks upstairs.

"Fuck," Chucky mumbles, still aching.

"Not tonight." she says with a chuckle and ascends the stairs.