A/N: The sequel to Chuck versus the Palm begins now! I couldn't keep this one on the burner for much longer. New disclaimer and all- I don't own Chuck. Anything to suggest otherwise will result in possible migraines. I'm not inside your head, but who is? Enjoy =D

Chuck Bartowski ran down through the Buy More well aware of the situation in front of him. What had started as a day in the office soon had turned to his living nightmare- a nightmare he was forced to experience regularly unfortunately. But this one was somehow worse.

They'd killed a Buy More employee. They'd killed Lester.

Chuck had heard the rumours that it wasn't the first employee to die on service- Emmett Till sure had left quickly- but he was here now. He was the Intersect. And he would take down these terrorists.

He hurled over the Nerd Herd desk in pursuit of the bald man in the thick leather jacket. He didn't need to flash on his identity- he knew it when the customer walked in. Arnold Weiss, a vigilante from Newcastle. One of Cole Barker's best mates apparently. Chuck had read the file.

He glanced around the store knowing Casey wasn't there to help them. Casey was in the briefing room. No tough guy backup. Just Chuck, armed with his kung-fu hands.

Big Mike ran out of the office to see the commotion. He saw Lester's body and screamed "Get him Bartowski!"

Weiss shot blindly behind him, sending a bullet straight into the counter behind Chuck. Chuck carried on running, feeling the burn. Weiss was close to the exit, but Chuck was gaining speed rapidly.

And then Sarah Walker appeared from the automatic doors with her M9.

"Sarah, what are you doing? " Chuck asked, concerned as Weiss hovered the gun over her from the halfway point.

"I came to help Chuck. You know I can,"

"I don't want you in danger though. I couldn't help it if you got shot,"

"Don't go there Chuck. You're the one who got shot by Obertan in Dubai,"

Weiss cracked his knuckles briefly, aware of the crowd that was gathering around them.

"You two lovebirds gonna keep on talking, or am I gonna have to shut you up?" Weiss threatened.

"Why did you kill Lester Patel?" Sarah demanded, the red bead from her gun on Weiss's forehead. As he turned to face Sarah, Chuck saw his opportunity and ran towards Sarah's side. Where was Casey?

"Sweet. Two little lovebirds sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" he cackled. He was mentally deranged alright- the Intersect showed him the files showing his admission. He had escaped and come to America somehow. Impossibly.

"We are both armed, and we will shoot," Chuck said hardly, feeling his confidence growing. He could handle this. He knew he could.

And then Weiss walked forward and pushed Chuck aside with superhuman reflexes. He had to flash on a skill to help him here, but couldn't. He could easily have shot Weiss then, but didn't.

"Fuck this," Weiss breathed, and grabbed Sarah Walker by the hair. She struggled, letting out a squeal. As the gun brushed against her golden locks, Chuck saw his life flash before his eyes.

A house somewhere in the California Suburbs with Sarah. Him and Sarah in a big fancy church. A baby boy. A baby girl.

And in that instant, Chuck took action. He darted forward, but his limbs seemed caught in slow motion. Weiss took one look at Chuck and swung the gun around quickly, and took three quick shots.

Chuck collapsed, the blood pouring from the wounds in his chest. This time he knew he didn't have a bulletproof vest. It wasn't something one wore regularly on duty in the Buy More. He could vaguely hear Sarah yelling his name, but his eyes were glossing over. He lay in a pool of his own blood, his eyesight turning red.

He heard two gunshots in the distance as he struggled for breath, followed by the sounds of Casey and Sarah above him. Finally.

Sarah turned him over and held him in her arms. He could dimly see her beautiful face through a thick haze. He tried to smile, but he couldn't. He felt tears pinging off his face.

"Don't go Chuck. Don't leave me. Chuck, just don't!"

"S-s-ar-ah," Chuck wheezed. He went to say the words he wanted to, but they wouldn't form. He tensed himself, prepared for death.

Continued Tomorrow.