Hey guys,
So this is my first posting on fanfiction. Ever. And I'm super excited to finally write, and it's all thanks to the inspiration I received from my fellow writers right here. I just couldn't contain my Chuck imaginings any longer.
So this takes place during and a wee bit after Chuck vs. Phase Three. Despite being what I personally thought was one of the best episodes I'd seen as of yet on the show, we did get jipped out of the whole potential scene back home of Chuck and Sarah's happiness of being together again. AKA: the let's-make-up-for-time-lost-since-we-almost-lost-each-other time between Chuck and Sarah. I mean, come on, Sarah went all scary badass over everyone and everything she came into contact with to save Chuck, and she was content with a simple (yet emotionally satisfying) kiss? Like all was good now?
Oh, hell no.
That may have been a tad bit confusing. Maybe when you read it can clarify what I mean.
So, this is my take on the return trip home, and thus after.
I do not own Chuck (however a girl can dream) and the only thing I own are my ideas. Enjoy!
The hum of the plane's engines whined as the craft made its gradual way back to the States. Thailand, despite being a potentially great vacation spot, hadn't really set nicely with Chuck in his time there. Something about the idea of being held against your will while someone was messing with your memories just wasn't something you'd call 'fun.' But now the nightmare was over. He was safe, back with his friends, and returning home with the one he loved. The uplifting prospect sent a smile to his lips.
"Why are you smiling?" a voice in his ear murmured.
Chuck cracked open an eye and peered into the bright blue ones watching him. Sarah, despite the haggard and sleep-deprived wears on her usually fresh and attentive face, still managed to look as ravishing as ever. Her golden hair spilled down to her shoulders in glistening waves, cupping her face with gentle intent. Her soft lips unconsciously pressed together seductively, always calling out to be joined to his. Regardless of her natural beauties, Chuck couldn't help but feel touched by Sarah's dedication to him. She'd gone to hell and back to save him, immersing herself into her dark side and managing to pull out of it and retain who she was, all the while saving Chuck's life once again. The immensity of it all left Chuck feeling like the luckiest guy in the galaxy. And knowing that he held this goddess' heart was the greatest thing he treasured.
Upon boarding the plane, Sarah had pushed him to rest from his ordeal, but strangely, Chuck only felt wired. He felt like all he did for the past few days was sleep. Or unwillingly get submitted to a comatose-induced slumber that almost wiped him of his memories.
Maybe I should be exhausted, He pondered thoughtfully. He gave a mental shrug. Oh, well.
It was Sarah who he felt needed the rest. From what he had gathered, she had neither rested nor taken any break in his time away. She had to have been exhausted. But against all his protests and arguments, she insisted he be the one to rest, while she took the pleasure of watching him.
"I'm smiling because I'm going home," he said, expanding his lips to a full, Bartowski-tradmarked grin. "With you."
Sarah's smile reached her eyes, her fatigue vanishing in the moment. It returned as she snuggled closer into him in their seat.
"I'm glad I have you back," she said, after a moment.
He wrapped his arms around her, briefly thinking of his alternative, vegetable-like outcome. "Me too," he whispered.
Sarah kissed his cheek and pulled away. "You should rest."
"Sarah, I'm fine. I'm actually wide awake." Chuck widened and bulged his eyes in emphasis, inciting a small laugh from Sarah. "Besides, you should be the one resting. You look like you haven't slept in days…." Sarah's eyes widened in offense.
Chuck attempted at recover. "…Buuuuuut, you still look as beautiful as ever. Duh, why wouldn't you be, you know? You're gonna have to let me in on your little secret because sometimes I just wake up and look, wooo! Not pretty. And don't get me started on Ellie after a 20 hour shift—"
Sarah halted his words with a distinguished tilt of her head, her eyes gazing into his with borderline sensual intentions. The end of his words came out as "shift-tah-tah…" as Sarah leaned closer, placing a delicate, but capably deadly, finger on his lips.
Her breath was warm against his cheek as she spoke. "Chuck, I really missed you."
Chuck couldn't seem to clear his throat fast enough. He fumbled with his words as Sarah nipped his neck with a soft kiss, drawing away slowly without ever lifting her sultry eyes from his. "I really missed you too, Sarah." She trailed a finger down his arm, trails of fire scorching his arms pleasurably. It took all the strength he possessed to say, "…but you really should rest. I can't stand knowing you're running on an empty tank."
Sarah paused her advance, taking in his words. "I…know." She sighed, and slumped back into her seat. Chuck's arms suddenly felt betrayed at Sarah's sudden lack of presence in their embrace. "I just…can't bring myself to sleep."
Chuck furrowed his brows. "Why?"
She was quiet a moment as she stared out the oval window beside them. The sun's rays radiated onto Sarah's skin, giving her a golden sheen in the light. She faced Chuck again. "I feel like if I did, for just a second, all of this would disappear. I would wake up in Castle from this wonderful dream and realize that you were still missing. And I can't go back to that nightmare." A shallow breath escaped her. "That reality of you gone is still so fresh in my mind, I just… can't go back to that."
Chuck's heart dropped to his gut as she spoke. His dismay seemed to equal his genuine surprise at the presence of tears now filling her eyes. Sarah Walker never cried. What shocked him even more were her claims. Sarah Walker scared? It couldn't be. Chuck owned that department.
Upon realizing her moment of weakness, Sarah quickly wiped at her eyes, and resumed a stoic, grim expression as she looked away from him.
Sarah's grief became too much for Chuck to simply sit idly by. Despite the typical, yet quickly brushed away trauma of being kidnapped and almost dying had been for Chuck, he had forgotten how it must have hurt Sarah. He had disappeared from the face of the planet, with no real leads of finding him or ways of communicating due to being unconscious. And the Intersect was blocked. Blocked indefinitely. Which meant, in Sarah's eyes, Chuck had been as defenseless as he had before he had gotten into the spy game. Yet against all those forces that had been bent against them, Sarah, along with Casey and Morgan, had saved him.
So for once, it was Sarah who needed saving now, and only Chuck could give her the solace she needed to move on.
"Sarah…." he whispered. "It's okay. I'm here. Really here. I'm with you again." He scooted over to her seat, drawing her up into his arms again, which she obliged automatically. "I can't make any promises in this line of work, but what I can promise you is that I love you. And you love me. If we have that, nothing can ever keep us apart for long." He smiled. "You're living proof of that."
Sarah stared into his warm, chocolate-brown eyes, her lips fidgeting as she continued to suppress her building emotion.
"It's okay, Sarah," Chuck repeated, pressing his forehead to hers. "It's okay…." He cupped a hand to her cheek, rubbing his thumb softly against her smooth skin as his words fully pressed down on her.
"Oh, Chuck…" Sarah whispered, finally giving in to her emotions. Tears ran down freely as she pulled him closer, their lips meeting like the soft lapping of the ocean's waves against the shore. The salt of her tears melted into their kiss, his tongue savoring the strange pleasure, and Sarah pulled Chuck even closer. Her hand grasped at the collar of his shirt, while the other ran down his chest like the trailing of water down the sheer of a cliff. He felt for the small of her back, and pulled her forward so their bodies melded into each other like fusing droplets of water becoming one. Their lips danced as their hearts raced and their blood burned with the ardor of a growing wildfire. Their intensity never faltered, but something between them softened the built tension from the past few days to brief bliss.
Suddenly, an audible, knowing growl emanated throughout the section of cabin they currently occupied, causing Chuck to jerk in Sarah's exploring arms.
"Sorry to interrupt such a heart-warming occasion," Casey growled, moving toward their row, though a look of amusement flickered across his hardened expression, despite the gruffness of his voice. "It was never my intent to see Walker reduced to tears."
Casey's hulking form moved smoothly past Chuck and Sarah as he marched to the back of the plane towards the bathrooms. But Sarah wasn't going to let him end on that note.
"I'm just tired, that's all," Sarah said roughly, straightening her blouse while discreetly wiping away at her eyes.
Casey rolled his eyes. "With you lip-smacking with Tweedle-Dee here while Tweedle-Dum is up front snoring up a storm, it's a wonder I haven't gone insane yet." He jerked a thumb over to Morgan's twitching form ten rows up, his head lolling off the three seats he occupied.
Chuck grinned at his grunt of a friend, though inwardly felt a twang of intimidation as he looked up at the big lug. "Oh, Casey, just admit it. You missed me too."
Casey grunted, looking away and giving a long roll of his head. Finally, he gave a shrug of his shoulders. "Eh. Someone has to keep Walker in line."
"Ah-ha!" Chuck exclaimed. He looked at Sarah and shrugged impishly. "I'll take it."
Casey barred his teeth and walked off. "Just keep the noise down, girls."
The couple stared after Casey, who hunkered down in the last row of the plane in seclusion. "Eh. I've been called worse," Chuck said, turning to Sarah once more.
Sarah smiled, but her eyes suddenly fluttered as a yawn seemed to escape her. Chuck gave her a look.
She lifted her hands in defeat. "Fine. You win. But I'm just resting my eyes," she mumbled.
Chuck, who was simply content due to the fact that she was finally listening to sense, became even more at ease when Sarah curled up beside him in his arms, her chin resting near the hollow of his neck. She brushed his neck twice with her tender lips, sending shivers down his spine, then tilted his head down to hers so she could bade him a soft, lingering kiss upon his lips.
When they had shifted to where they were reasonably comfortable even in the government issued seats of the plane, only then did he feel her lean muscles slack to utter relaxation. It was a rare sight.
He waited until Sarah's breathing had slowed from its usual rhythm to the slow measure of sleep, and only then did he feel it safe to finally close his eyes.
Feeling as though he'd slept only minutes, Chuck's eyes snapped open to the sound of a smooth voice over the intercom. Chuck glanced at his watch. They'd clonked out for a couple of well deserved hours.
"Passengers, this is your captain speaking. We'll be arriving at our destination in 15 minutes. It was a pleasure flying with you today."
As mike clicked off, Sarah's breathing quickened to its conscious state. Chuck released a frustrated breath, but Sarah didn't move. She remained in Chuck's embrace until the seatbelt light flicked on and the plane prepared for landing.
Thanks for reading! Chapter 2 is on the way (I had no idea how long these things were allowed to be). And please review!