So, I don't like open endings. It's one of the reasons I hate Inception, actually. So this is my missing 1 minute from the end of Chuck.
~If I owned it, there would be no question about a movie~
One kiss.
One kiss as the key to unlock the door.
She felt her eyes roll back in her and her body stiffen as Chuck - her Chuck - deepened the dance. And then she began to remember. Not only events, but her feelings; the depth of her love for this charming, funny, brave nerd from Burbank who took one look at her and ripped down decades of her walls. The nerd who saved her.
She remembered it all - the panic she felt at the docks, the feeling that they were about to die andshe would never be able to show this wonderful man how she felt about him. She never regretted that kiss, not really, anyway.
She remembered the pain as she looked at Chuck's panicked face when he was about to be taken away. Her subconscious moving her hand to her gun, how she realised in that moment, that it had all changed. That, somehow, she had fallen for this man, and she was willing to do anything it took to save him.
She remembered the sad happiness, the torturous mix of emotions when she realised the meaning behind a simple "I know." The bracelet was meant for a real girlfriend, the bracelet was meant for her.
She felt a red-hot poker drove through her heart again as Beckman said the dreaded phrase: "49B." The phrase she was hoping to never hear. The phrase she knew was coming. And when it did, it ripped her heart out, because she was so in love, she was so compromised, she was too far gone.
She felt her anguish. Chuck chose the mission - the job - over her. She was losing him to them, and it was all her fault. She was the one who encouraged him to be a spy, who said he was a hero, and now… now he was going to change into a Casey, into a her. And it broke her heart all over again.
And then, joy. He saved her. And not just from Shaw. He saved her from reverting back into a cocoon of loneliness. But best of all - he hadn't changed. She hadn't killed the man she loved - he didn't kill the mole. She had been happy before - happy to have successfully completed a mission - happy not to have died. But nothing - nothing - compared to how she felt now. They were together. Together forever.
He was gone. They had taken him. She didn't care who they were, or what they wanted, but she was going to find him, and nothing would stop her. Nothing could get in the way. Not Casey. Not Morgan. Not Beckman. She would find him, and she would marry him. The man of her dreams. No, Chuck exceeded the man of her dreams in so, so many ways. He was perfect; they were perfect. She would find him, and marry him. And God help those who got in her way.
"Chuck, you're a gift. You're a gift I never dreamed I could want or need and everyday I will show you, that you're a gift that I deserve. You make me the best person I could ever hope to be. And I want to spend and learn and love the rest of my life with you."
"Perfect."
"Right. My vows. My turn. This is some kind of - I'm sorry Sarah. How do I express the depth of my love for you? Or my dreams for our future. Or the fact that I'll fight for you every day. Or that our kids will be like little superheroes with little capes and stuff like that. Words can't express that. They don't do justice. They just dont cut it. So no vows. I'll just prove it to you every day for the rest of our lives. You can count on me."
"Perfect."
The tears that poured down her face put Niagara falls to shame, and created pools that made the nearby sea look like a pond. Chuck pulled back to look at her face, wiping her tears with his thumb. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she smiled, " everything is perfect, just like our wedding vows." She leant in and kissed his stunned face again, smile against smile, together, forever.
~Fin~
