Disclaimer: Chuck isn't mine. Nor is Sarah. Or Bryce. *sigh* oh that they were mine, then Bryce would be alive and Chuck and Sarah would be happily married. Oh, and Sarah would let me drive her Porsche. Yeah, not gonna happen...
He was still the asset, so she followed him. She drove her little black Porsche all the way to Stanford. He entered a small arcade and she followed close behind as he slipped through the door. He was staring at a small shooting game in the corner, typing something, pulling up a list of high scores. Then he buried his head in the screen.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," he sobbed. "I-I hated you for 5 years… and all you were d-d-doing was trying to protect me… a-and you were the best friend I ever had, and I miss you and–" He broke off with a few sniffles. She stood and let him cry for a bit before gently touching his shoulder.
He shifted slightly to face her. "How long have you been here?" She smiled just a bit, remembering that night so long ago… how far they had come since then…
"All night. Chuck? Are you okay?"
"Yeah… it's just… I…well I finally get it. Why he chose me. It all makes sense now… and I just wish… I wish I could take back all the times I hated him… he, he was, he was a really good person, and I, I hate myself, for, for all the times I resented him, wished I never met him… Sarah?"
"Yeah?" She turned to him and took in his tear-streaked face the soggy spots on his jacket.
"Thank you. For saving my life on a daily basis… and for being there for me."
Chuck turned to the video game and glanced at the high score.
"Still number one. Good." He gave Sarah a half-smile.
"Goodbye, Bryce… thank you."
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