Disclaimer: Despite how close this story is to an actual scene from the show, I don't own Chuck. Heck at this point, I barely even like Chuck. To the bastards who do own Chuck…well, you suck.

A/N: So I apologize for this, but I'm a little frustrated with Chuck right now. So I give you Sarah vs. The Breakup.

Sarah stepped out of the cab. The house was adorable; two stories with a slightly colonial feel although it wasn't old enough to be a true colonial. She opened the picket fence in front of the house and stepped up the walk to the front door. She knocked twice firmly on the door and waited. Inside a dog barked and then she heard footsteps heading towards the door. Sarah took a quick breath and blew it out before plastering a smile on her face.

"Sam!" Dan's face beamed as he opened the door. "You're finally here."

"Yep," Sarah replied. Dan moved away from the door and Sarah stepped inside. He moved in to kiss her and Sarah turned her head away, so that Dan kissed her on the cheek.

Dan looked confused when he pulled back and looked at her. "Is something wrong?" Sarah opened her mouth to answer, but no sound came out. While she was trying to remember the explanation she'd been working on the entire trip from Los Angeles, Dan started to frown. "Where are your bags? Didn't you bring anything with you?"

"Dan…" Sarah started, but he interrupted.

"Please, call me, Agent Shaw."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Right. Agent Shaw, I… I can't move to D.C."

"You can't?"

"No. I'm sorry."

Dan pouted. "But why not? I thought… I thought we were happy? Is it too soon?"

Sarah twisted her fingers nervously. "See, here's the thing. I kind of have feelings for Chuck."

"Chuck?" Dan snapped back like he'd been slapped. "Chuck Bartowski?"

Sarah nodded. "Yep, that's the Chuck."

"You're in love with Chuck?"

Sarah shook her head violently. "No, no, no, I never said love. I just have feelings. Who knows what they are. I've never tried to explore them. I mean we just kind of look longingly at each other and… Well it's like a game of chicken. We get closer and closer to actually doing something and then at the last second one of us pulls away."

"What?" Dan shook his head in confusion.

"Look, I never said I was emotionally healthy. It's just kind of my thing. I fall for guys I work with, I told you about that."

"I thought you meant your old partner!" Dan objected.

"Well yeah, Bryce," Sarah nodded. Then started ticking off her fingers. "And Carina, Chuck, Cole Barker, Steve Reynolds, oh and I had a six year affair with Arthur Graham."

"Wow, so, you don't have any feelings for me at all?" Dan asked.

Sarah sighed. "I mean, you're kinda cute and the sex was, adequate. But mostly it was just fun because it was driving Chuck insane. If I move here, well, there's no point, because Chuck can't see me and he'll just forget about me. Eventually he might even move on." Sarah shook her head. "I'm not sure I could handle that."

"So, you want to be with Chuck?" Dan asked.

"I don't know…" Sarah shrugged. "Sometimes."

"Help me out here," Dan shook his head. "You don't want to be with him…then why don't you want to be with me? We're coworkers, we work together. I'm still your direct superior."

"Look, Dan…"

"Agent Shaw," Dan interrupted.

"Er… Agent Shaw, You're going to make some woman a great cardboard cutout of a husband someday. It's just…well… it's not the life I want."

"You mean, you want a meaningless existence where you and Chuck constantly torture each other by almost getting together and then somehow finding a way to blow it again and again?"

Sarah nodded. "Yes, very much. I'm sorry."

Dan whistled and ran his fingers through his hair. "Boy, if I were capable of real emotions, that would really hurt."

"Yeah," Sarah agreed. "I think we're both grateful that you're not."

"It certainly is making this easier to take."

"Thanks, Dan, you're really great. I better get back to Los Angeles before Chuck gets a chance to start healing."

"Right, I guess I'll see ya."

Sarah turned to walk back out the door when Dan called after her. "Sam, wait."

"Yes?" she asked and turned around.

"If you ever get bored messing with Chuck, I'll be here…you know, wearing this tight shirt."

"Thanks." Sarah smiled. "Maybe we'll work together again sometime. I'd like that."

"Me too," Shaw replied. "Or, you know, I would, if I wasn't an emotionless robot."

Sarah smiled and gave a little wave and started her long trip back to Los Angeles, back to the man she you know, kind of, sort of, had feelings about.

A/N: This is for all of you who really wanted me to write Chuck fan fiction again. I'm afraid this is the place I'm at right now. I hope I didn't ruin anyone's day. Maybe you even laughed.