I do not own Chuck, if I did Sarah and Chuck would have made mad passionate love like rabbits a long time ago.
This is my first Chuck Fanfiction, or drabble =D
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It had been a long time, a very long time since those days of guns and action. She smiled at them, they were good memories of serving the higher purpose, but they were no where near the best of memories. Those were the most confusing, well they would have been to the much more youthful version of herself, during the times before Operation Bartowski, where she only knew of lust and violence. However, now they made perfect sense, they were bliss, perfect and wonderful, and all she'll ever want for the rest of her life. It was all because of one, goofy, awkward, caring, amazing man that broke through her armor, and delivered the fatal blow to the life she knew, and at the same time, created a new, better one. One that would blossom into blue-eyed, curly-haired angels, that only made her capacity of love grow wider, farther and longer than she could have ever imagined. Heal her wounded soul and join it with another. All because of one Charles Irving Bartowski, the most infuriating, charming, irritating, kind-hearted man she had ever met, with a passion of not staying in the car. The first, last and only love of her life. She'll always be grateful for his letting her pass on, and letting Sarah Bartowski climb out from beneath the rubble. So sits here, on the anniversary of her death, the happiest day of her life.
Rest in Peace, Sarah Walker.
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I don't know, it seems as if it's confusing, but hopefully you'll get it.