A/N: I got bored. So, here's this. (It's from Sarah's POV…in case you couldn't figure that out.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck.
"Thanks for saving me." My voice seems weak as I force the words past my lips. "I appreciated the tank."
He opens his mouth, as if to speak, then closes it again. His cheeks are faintly pink. I can tell that he thinks I'm patronizing him. I feel my cheeks heat up. I want to tell him more; I want him to understand that I really did appreciate everything he did for me, including the tank. But now isn't the time. And, even if it was, I wouldn't know how to say it.
I don't think he understands how much it meant to me. I didn't have the words to tell him. It didn't matter if I was Sarah or Sam or Jenny or anyone else. Nobody had cared about me enough to save me like that before.
I want to go to him, run to him right now and let him know that I love him for saving me. Hell, I just want to go to him and tell him that I love him. Me, Sarah, Sam or whoever the hell I am, I love him, Chuck Bartowski, so much.
I sigh and glance over at him, standing beside Shaw. How could I ever have even looked at Shaw when he was standing next to Chuck?
I want to tell him. I want to. I really, really want to.
But I just don't have the words.
I'm afraid he won't understand. Chuck's the one who talks. He's the one who rambles on about his feelings. Not me.
I listen. I never stop him. I never say, "Shut up Chuck!" and kiss him like I want to. Is it because I'm afraid? I don't know, I haven't really thought about it.
Chuck doesn't realize how brave his is compared to me. He has no idea what he's doing most of the time, but he charges into danger anyway. He isn't afraid to tell people what he feels for them. He isn't afraid to risk everything for someone he cares about.
I love him. I've loved him for a long time, more than I've ever loved anybody. But I've never told him. I want to. But I just can't.
So I let him walk away again. And I say nothing. Like always.
Later, I walk in to find my Chuck in heap against the wall, a bottle of whisky in his limp hand. There are dark circles under his eyes. He stares up at me, a lost, puppy-doggish look on his face.
I wonder if he knows how much I want to hold him and never let go every time he gives me that look.
Then I see Morgan, tied up neatly on the floor, and I know how bad things are. I barely hear Chuck's best friend as I cut him free. I ask him to leave. He does.
Chuck looks so sad. His voice is even sadder. For the first time, it isn't insistent or optimistic or sweet or even panicked. It's just kind of there.
I barely hear the words that he's saying until these come out.
"Sarah, do you love me?"
I can only hear the sound of my own breathing in my ears. I focus my eyes on his face. And say nothing.
He says something else. I don't hear him over my own breathing and my brain screaming at me. Yes yes yes yes yes yes!
I open my mouth and close it again, struggling to breath, to function, to think, to respond. God, if I could, just for once, find the right words to say…
"Yes."
And, just then, everything is absolutely perfect.
A/N: So…that's all. I might make it a three-shot tomorrow if I don't have anything else I wanna do more… Review, please!