Chuck vs. The Normal Life
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to NBC, I'm just playing.
Please bear with me as this is my first attempt at writing of any sort in many years, much less my first fic. This first chapter is very aimless, just an attempt to get into a flow. Subsequent chapters will begin heading in a specific direction of which I am yet unsure. Please critique.
Chuck had never been good at this sort of thing. Well, not since Stanford anyway. He sat on the end of his bed, mentally rehearsing the words he wanted to say, the posture he needed to maintain while he spoke. The late-night television host that was doing his opening standup routine on Chuck's bedroom television broke through his thoughts and Chuck couldn't help but laugh at the political joke that had been told. He had an entirely new viewpoint on the government and the President due to the events of the last few months, to be sure.
He picked the remote controller up from his bed, turned the television set off, thought again about the conversation he was hoping to have with Sarah in a few minutes, and threw the controller against his pillow in frustration. Why couldn't he just tell her how he felt? Why couldn't he just tell Sarah that he couldn't continue along merrily living a lie? He had been able to tell her that he couldn't separate fiction from reality while he was interested in Lou; what was so different now? He sighed and told himself he knew very well what was different. This time there was no sandwich maker to distract him, no "real relationship" to keep his mind off of the gorgeous CIA agent who had walked into his life with a not-so-broken cell phone.
Chuck took a deep breath and steeled himself once again, running through lines in his mind according to the script he had written. His heart sank as he continued, he knew that as soon as Sarah came through his bedroom door in a few minutes that all preconceived notions of what should be said would go by the wayside. Knowing that his preparation was in vain, he sighed deeply and fell onto his bed, massaging his temples with his fingertips.
"Damn it!" Sarah had let her mind wander and had poked a large runner in the pantyhose she was pulling up her leg. She found that ever since she had taken this assignment, this assignment that should have been over practically before it started. She looked through the drawers in her hotel room for another pair of hose and cursed once more when the search yielded nothing but thigh highs and garters. Poor Chuck wouldn't be able to stand it if he caught a peek at those when she crossed her legs, so those were out. The guy certainly didn't need any more help struggling with focus. She walked to the bathroom and slid the short evening dress over her shoulders, grateful she had taken the time earlier to shave her legs if she was going to go without stockings.
Sliding into her shoes and buckling the straps, she walked over to her nightstand and checked the time on her iPhone. In order to be at dinner with Ellie and Awesome at eight, she had to be out the door in fifteen minutes at seven, which would give her the time to drive to Chuck's to pick him up and rehearse their cover for any questions that would occur that night during dinner.
Placing her phone into the clutch she would be carrying that night and securing the garter that held her throwing knives, she walked to the full-length mirror to make any finishing touches. Chuck was probably going to swallow his tongue when he saw the short black mini dress with the deep red satin lining she'd been saving, the poor guy. Sarah couldn't help but smile at the thought of his eyes widening and the small step back he would take upon seeing her when he answered the front door.
She enabled the motion detectors that would send trigger her phone with the view from her hidden cameras as the entered the hallway, nodded to the bellhop and walked down the hallway, entering the elevator. As she listened to the synthesized music playing she thought once again about Chuck and smiled. She loved surprising him by looking nice, even though she knew she could honestly show up in a burlap sack and he would still step back wide eyed and try not to stare.
As she pulled her Porsche out onto the street and merged into traffic, she tried to ignore the fact that her smile got just a bit wider with each street that brought her closer to Chuck's.