A/N: So I found a prompt for 30 situations for an OTP (One True Pairing), and if any of you think I think it's anyone but Chuck and Sarah (maybe Jack and Sam on Stargate SG-1, but I don't write fanfic for that…right now). This was supposed to go in the OTP fic, but I didn't like it. I put it away and I came back and reread it and decided, it's a fine stand alone.

The prompt for this was scar worship. Now I'm going to make this mine, because that's a little TOO saucy for me, but I have an idea and I hope you'll join me. This one may yank a bunch of heartstrings and may even be just a hair angsty, but it takes place during The Honeymooners, so…exactly how angsty can it actually get? Warning…it may get…saucy. Welcome to The Talk

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck….

Clack-clack, clack-clack

It had been three hours since they boarded the train in Paris. Two hours and fifty minutes since they made their way into the sleeper car. They were exhausted. Two and a half years of fighting everything there was to fight. Two and a half years of trying to deny what they felt, or get over what they felt, or just ignoring what they felt. Three days since they admitted to each other that they loved each other. Twelve hours since Sarah slammed shut that laptop and they had made love for the first time.

He had learned much in those twelve hours. Sarah did not like her feet cold in bed. Agent Walker was not Sarah Walker. There was no mask, there was holding back. Sarah Walker gave her everything when she wanted a man to know she loved him. Chuck reciprocated the best he could. The straight laced Agent Walker was a cover for the playful lover, Sarah. Chuck had always wondered how much of a cover Agent Walker was, the days he caught her with her guard down. The smiles, the laughs, and the feelings that she said she didn't know how to handle.

Chuck filed all of these things into his most important Intersect. The Sarah Intersect. He found a spot on her neck early on. She found the ticklish spot under his ribs, and he found a light scar over her right hip bone he had never noticed before. His right hand was currently on said scar, lightly stroking her side as she slept with her bare back to his chest. They were exhausted. Neither had held anything back, and emotions, tears, laughter, and love flowed between them.

He silently cursed himself. He could have been here six months ago, but he made a decision that he would regret for the rest of his life. Not the decision to get on the train six months ago. That was the right decision. No, the decision to not better explain things to Sarah. The decision to not fight for her and to try and have a relationship with Hannah. He had been hurt by Sarah's rejection and part of him wondered, did he chase Hannah because he wanted Sarah to know how he felt.

He shook his head. He had been a world class dumbass, and the most wonderful woman in the world had gotten past it. They had things to talk about, but he decided right then and there, he would never hold anything against Sarah when they weren't together. He realized tears were in his eyes as he heard one gently hit the pillow. He hated himself for what he did, but he was going to spend the rest of his life being there for her. The rest of his life he was going to be what she needed.

She stretched against him and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head from the sensations. "Twelve hours and your already crying about how bad it was?" he heard her teasing tilt. He rubbed his thumb across her hip bone and felt her shiver, bringing a smile to his face.

"Tears of happiness," Chuck replied.

"Nope," Sarah chirped. "I know you, Chuck. I know your tears of happiness, and that's not what that was." Chuck was silent. A second later she flipped over, facing him. Her left hand cupped his cheek. "Chuck, I want to try something new, and that's talk about things."

"Who are you and what have you done with Sarah?" Chuck asked. She smacked him in the chest, grinning. "You mean it?"

"Mmhm," she hummed.

"Fine, then I want to know, that scar on your hip-"

"The one you kept rubbing and kissing like you were trying to heal through the power of love?"

"Dear God, you are so cheesy."

"Your fault, Curls, you tore down all my defenses to your nerdisms." Sarah was grinning and Chuck wasn't sure if he had ever seen her so happy. "Anyway, that one?" Chuck nodded. "I can't really say."

"Is it because it's a top secret mission?" Sarah shook her head. "It's because I'll geek out about it, isn't it?" She twisted her lips and gave a one shoulder shrug, but the grin gave her away. "It's a knife fight in Jakarta isn't it?" She pressed her lips together, but her shoulders began to shake. "Oh my God! I'm right!"

"See, this is why I didn't want to tell you." She was shaking with laughter and then she buried her head in his chest and pulled him close. "Chuck, why were you crying?" He held her close, brushing her hair with his hand. "Please."

He pulled away a bit, looked her in the eye, and took a deep breath. "Mine is about a scar," he said softly. She watched him, concern on her face. He took his fingers, and gently laid them on her skin above her heart. "This could have been us six months ago, but I hurt you, scarred you, all because I couldn't take the time to properly explain things to you. I didn't put you first."

"Chuck," she began, but Chuck shook his head.

"Listen, I need to say this." She nodded. "All I had to do was tell you the truth. All I had to do was be honest and then, then we could have figured things out. I get it, you were scared what I would have to become. You were scared of so much, and when I put me first and didn't explain to you how us leaving would have killed me…no Ellie, no Morgan." She nodded. "You were trying so hard to protect me." Tears were in her eyes.

"But that's not the worst. I gave up, Sarah." She looked at him, confused. "I took the easy way out. I made a mistake, and I didn't quit fighting for you like I should have. I decided to do things with Hannah, you watched everything happen around me, you watched me slowly get turned into the one thing you didn't want me to be. You watched me kill a man, or so you thought-"

"Shaw," she began softly.

"Sarah, he's dead."

"No, Chuck..I….I went to DC with Shaw and…"

"It's okay," Chuck said softly. "I mean, it's…" she had tears in her eyes but she saw the love on his face, the fumbling, the stumbling. "You know what I mean."

"I didn't trust you," she said in a small voice.

"And I didn't trust you," he replied. "I didn't trust what I knew but never could believe. I didn't trust that the love I saw in what you did for me was real."

"We talked about getting back together and I went with Shaw."

Chuck nodded. "You did, and you said we'll see about us, and I went and started dating Hannah." She looked at him, unsure. "Sarah, did you love Shaw?"

"God, no," she replied quickly. "Even if he didn't try to kill me."

"I mean that kinda is a deal breaker, right?" She swatted him again. "Do you love me?" She nodded. "Do you believe I love you?" She gave him a look that made him laugh out loud. "Then this is us. This is our start, and we leave all that shit behind us." He reached over and moved the covers off her. She gave him a mock affronted look. "Unless that is, you want to tell me about this scar or any others?"

"Charles Irving Bartowski, you think just because you save my life you can do whatever with these covers?"

"But you told me to, Sarah," he replied with a cheeky grin.

"I did no such thing," she replied, confused.

"Your eyes did, Sarah," he said giving her the Bartowski Eyebrow dance. She barked a laugh and he leaned in and found the spot on her neck. "I love you, Sarah. Thank you for giving me the chance to prove it." His hand ran down her side to the scar and then cupped her hip.

"Don't blow it," she replied, a little breathlessly.

His lips captured her earlobe as his fingers traced their way across her waist. "I'll do my best. If I do something wrong, you'll be sure to correct me, right?"

"Yeah," she replied, losing control of her voice. His fingers slid across the tops of her thighs. "Can we talk more later?" She shoved him on his back, a grin on her face.

"You always more of a woman of action," he said, a matching grin on his.

"Chuck," she said softly, leaning down, her hand going through his curls. "I'm serious, can we talk more later?"

"Whenever you want, Sarah, whenever you want."

A/N: It's not my normal, but…it felt like it had to be done.

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