Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck.
Rebel Yell
I could be anything you want. I could be an innocent customer, confused about the inner-workings of her computer. Or her video camera. Better yet, make it a cell phone. Is that what you want? I could phrase everything as a question, allowing you to feel smart and helpful. I could smile at your jokes and tolerate your friend's. I could look over your job and your salary and your ridiculous coworkers. I could leave you my number.
I could be another under-achieving employee of the Burbank Plaza, if that's what you want. I could serve sandwiches, or over-cooked hot dogs. Do you want frozen yogurt? I can name something after you. I could torture you from across the parking lot with wistful gazes. I could surprise you at work, and you know no one would mind. Apparently, selling underpants is also an option. Is that what you're looking for?
I could be an international terrorist. I have the skill set. Or do you prefer simply national terrorists? How about those that don't limit themselves to silly titles? I could just be an all-destroying universal terrorist. I could seduce you. I could make you fall for me. I could dazzle you with my... abilities. You would find it unnerving, yet sexy. You would be confused about your feelings for me. You would convince yourself that I am just confused, that I'm not truly evil. Meanwhile... I could make being an all-destroying universal terrorist hot. Is that what you want?
I could be an agent of the CIA. I could be one of the good guys, I could be on your team. We would see each other every day, and we would face down life threatening situations together. I could be your protector, and you could be overbearingly protective. Not that you could protect me if you tried. The thought is what counts. I could go undercover as a seductress, with you by my side as a willing businessman. I could pretend to be your girlfriend, I could pretend to be your wife. Isn't that what you're after? I could lure in marks with my wiles, and you could watch. I could convince any man that I want him, that I need him. I could convince you.
Or I could hold your hand as we walk to your car. From anywhere. I could run my hands through your curls when you're frustrated. I could support you when everyone else shuts you out, doesn't believe you. I could make you breakfast, and you could handle all the other meals. I could watch your sci-fi shows, cuddled up to you on the couch. I could admire you every hour of the day, thanking all the powers that be for you. You in my life. I could whisper "I love you," in your ear. I could say "I love you," plainspoken, perhaps during dinner. Or would you prefer after lunch?
I could shout, as loud as I can, "I LOVE YOU," for the whole world to hear! I could try to explain to you the way my heart rises in my chest when I see you, or the way it explodes when you give me one of those smiles. I could tell you that my mouth isn't big enough to express the joy you bring me. That you are the air I breathe, the place where I belong.
I could be your girlfriend. Your lover. I want to be your wife. I want to love you, to make love to you. I want us to have millions of kids that look like us, a product of our love. I want to hold your hand, just to feel connected to you. I want more of you. I want all of you. I want you to have all of me. I want you to tell me what you want. I would do it for you.
Till then I'll sit here, wondering what you're doing with all those other girls. The Jill's and Lou's and Hannah's and Sarah's. Especially Sarah. Yes, she's done it all, all that stuff I could do. I'm sure I could do the same, so why do you keep going back to her? What makes her special?
Answer me that Chuckles.
A/N: Point of view? How about whoever you want it to be. You must have been reading with someone in mind, so pick that person. When I was writing this I started with Sarah, thought about making it Jill, and deciding on an unknown. Probably someone who works at the BuyMore and happens to learn all of Chuck's secrets... whatever. She's a creep. That last line makes me think of Anna, she could have a thing for Chuck if she wanted too... i guess. Maybe it's my unconscious... ;) Title comes from the song I was listening to as i wrote it. It's by Billy Idol. I don't own that either. well, sorry if this disappointed. adios.
