Sarah vs The Stall
A/N- This is my attempt to see if I can cause more pain, angst, and distress for Charah than JS.
I do not own Chuck and do not get any profit, or enjoyment, out of writing this.
To those of you who wanted a sequel to vs New York. I've already written a few chapters (along with another story) but you'll have to wait until Verkisto finishes with them before I publish them. But it is on the way.
Chapter 1- Not enough lift under the wings
Just after Chuck vs The Ring
Sarah slammed the door behind her and proceeded immediately to her punching bag. She had a hell of a lot of anger to work out on that thing tonight. He had uploaded that damn computer she had gone from one final mission to help her friend and then sweet retirement to being force to stay and help Chuck Intersect 2.0.
Several hours into her workout routine she began to feel the strain of the night. She'd been up for twenty something hours, had fought with two separate terrorist organizations, and had been punching this bag for god knows how many hours; the fatigue, however, was not welcome. Sarah was still furious with Chuck, she was tempted to track him down and force him to fight her with the Intersect, how could he throw everything away like that? It made no sense to her!
She felt her strength leaving her, when she could no longer muster the energy to throw a punch she collapsed onto the bag clutching at it for support. She wanted to cry, nothing in the world would have made her feel better, she just wanted to mourn the life she never got to have with the guy she loved; but the agent within her held back the tears, she wouldn't cry, not as long as she was a CIA agent. After an interminable amount of time she released the bag and returned to the bathroom where she found a bottle of sleeping pills. She took her dosage and collapsed onto her bed.
She had forgotten to turn out the light, but rather than get up she simply used a knife to kill the lightswitch. That brought a slight smile to her face and as she looked around the room she located the target of her ire. She sent a knife at a picture of Chuck, followed by another and another until she could no longer see any Chuck remnant. When she noticed her phone vibrating again, a call from Chuck no doubt, she used her final knife to silence it.
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As bad as that night had been for her, it wasn't the worst she'd have. Not only had Chuck reuploaded the Intersect, but he then left her! He ran away with Beckman on some top secret project and left her in California without even a word, not that she would have been willing to speak to him anyway.
Sarah and Casey had been ordered to sit tight and work on their covers until Chuck returned. That first night alone had been brutal. She didn't sleep a wink and had spent the entire night going over the events that had transpired since she met Chuck.
The clearest memory in her mind was that of that night in the Intersect room. That memory that would prove to show her true feelings, when she had first entered the room she had seen two things: Chuck's life being threatened and Bryce's dead body. It was her immediate reaction that convinced her of her true feelings. Upon seeing the Ring touch Bryce's body Sarah had snapped. She didn't lo—care about Chuck, Sarah loved Bryce. When it came down to it, Sarah had cared more about how Bryce's dead body than Chuck's live one.
But Bryce was dead and they hadn't been together for months prior to his death, why hadn't she skipped the wedding and spent the day with Bryce? She wouldn't have had to deal with Chuck and his annoying sister and she would have gotten laid for the first time since Bryce had last been in town.
By the time she had fallen asleep she had vowed to get over Bryce and forget about that bastard Chuck.