A/N Hello, kind reader! Thank you for taking the time to read this, my first ever fanfic! Please let me know if you like it and maybe I'll try my hand at another.

I wrote this mostly to fulfill my own needs of always wanting to know what happens in between scenes. Unfortunately, I do not own Chuck, because if I did I would be halfway through a script for the movie right now.

"It's not too late. It's not too late, it's not too late. Please. Please."

He stands there, holding her hand to his lips. There's a deafening silence that fills the small hospital room. He doesn't see Ellie in the corner, or hear the beeping of the heart monitor. All he can see, hear, and feel is Sarah. Her hand, soft but cold, is limp in his. Her face is white. Her chest slowly, almost barely, moves up and down. She is all he's ever wanted, the only thing he needs, and here she is, fading away from him.

"Please."

All he can do now is beg, pray, plead. Without Sarah, he is no one. He can't see anything but darkness in a future without her. His mind can barely comprehend the possibility of losing her. The whirlwind of the last 36 hours has faded, and now he is left with nothing but silence and a sliver of hope.

Devon's voice shatters the silence. "Her temperature's going down. She's at 103."

Chuck looks at the monitor just to make sure Devon's words are true. The neon is bright, but it confirms Sarah's temperature. The sliver of hope in his heart grows a little, but he is still cautious of being too optimistic. He gazes at Sarah. She looks peaceful, and her beauty shines even in this moment of pain and fear. Chuck cannot imagine living without waking up to the face, those lips, her long blonde hair. He thinks about her eyes, blue and bright and full of hope, and he longs to see them again. He kisses her hand, and blocks out his thoughts. The silence is overwhelming.

He feels a change in the room. There's a quiet, sharp breath and a pressure against his palm. Chuck opens his eyes, and his entire being is overwhelmed with emotion. His breath is knocked out of him when he hears a single whisper.

"Chuck…"

Brimming with tears, Chuck leans over her. Sarah's eyes flutter open and nothing else matters except her.

"Sarah? Sarah...baby...oh God...oh God…"

As his lips softly touch hers, he knows that he will never let anyone hurt her again. That they will always protect each other and that he would have no purpose if she was ever taken away from him. He presses her forehead against hers, a tear rolling down his cheek.

"I love you," he breathes.

"I love you, too." Her voice is faint, but not as weak as before. Chuck pulls back and deftly reaches out to caress her cheek. She blinks a few times, confused.

"Baby, what's wrong? Does it hurt? We can get you some pain killers…" He anxiously looks at Ellie, who had quietly stepped out to tell the others, and she nods, heading to page a nurse.

"No…it's just…aren't we going to be late for the wedding?"