Sorry some of them are very short, but trust me-on double spaced Microsoft Word, it's 8 full pages

This is the first time I've ever really tried fluff, I could never really get the hang of it. Please tell me how you like it, and any suggestions you have are welcome.

More details as the story goes on.

1. She mentioned it once, once, in the car as they were driving to downtown L.A. for a mission. He was talking about a character from the Sound of Music, and Sarah had replied, "Oh yeah, I haven't seen that since I was a kid" before dropping the subject.

The next day was Saturday, and she decided to have a relaxation day. At 11 A.M., her doorbell rang and still a bit tired, she'd answered the door in a large T-shirt and shorts. There was Chuck, a copy of the Sound of Music in his hand, a grin on his face.

Embarrassed by her outfit, she muttered a shy apology, but he replied, "Perfect day for pajamas. Why didn't I think of that?"

And so they had watched the Sound of Music. It was partly happy, since she relived memories of her childhood and she was with Chuck, but also sad because she missed those memories, and could not share them with anyone. After it was over, she simply said, "Again" and being Chuck, he understood.

They watched it together a total of three times before he said, "Let's not waste the whole day away."

2. It was a Tuesday, and for the first time in a long time, Sarah was sick. Not only could she barely stand, but her temperature was also 100.8, forcing her to stay home in bed all day. Sarah called in sick and tried to get some sleep, only getting up for water or the occasional piece of toast, if her stomach was up for it.

All was quiet until her phone rang at 4 PM. It was Chuck, and throughout his busy day, he had not realized that her car was missing. When he found out that Sarah was sick, he came straight over and tended to her every need, which wasn't much, but she enjoyed the company.

He wouldn't go home until 9 that night, when Sarah insisted that she was feeling better and that he needed some sleep. Chuck showed up at her door the next day-having taken the day off-with a tray of toast, scrambled eggs, and coffee that Ellie had helped him make. She smiled thinking of the mess they probably made in the kitchen (knowing Chuck). The two spent the day talking and by Thursday Sarah was back at the Wienerlicious.

3. "So you're telling me that you want me to stay up until 4 AM so that we can watch a bunch of rocks on fire?"

Chuck pouted. "Aw, come on. Please? When's the last time you've seen a meteor shower? And we both have tomorrow off."

She stared at his face for a couple of seconds, her eyebrows raised. He was trying to pull off the puppy dog look that probably hadn't worked since he was five years old.

"Please? It would mean the world to me."

She sighed. "Fine. But you owe me."

"Thanks, Sarah!" His face lit up in a grin, and she returned one just as big.

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She was getting used to this, spending time with Chuck when it wasn't needed for their cover. When no one was looking to see that indeed, they would together. In fact, Sarah was pretty sure that absolutely no one was watching as the two quietly tiptoed out of the house as if they were children sneaking out. It was a nice summer evening, she noticed, as they walked down the street to a local park. Once there, they laid on the grass side by side staring at the sky. From 3:52 until 4:08 AM, Chuck and Sarah talked, all the while staring at the sky. What they talked about, she really couldn't say. It was random chatter, just to fill the silent night with words.

At 4:08 AM, the first shooting star shot across the sky. Sarah's breath was hitched in her throat. Soon more came, and the sky was lit with the shooting stars. It was beautiful. She had not done anything like this since early college. Back then her and her friends would sneak-well technically they were in college, and could leave anyway, but it felt more devious to say sneak-down to the beach down the street. There they would lie in the sand for hours on end, just enjoying each other's presence. God, she missed that.

And then that one time right before graduation. All of her friends-mostly they had stayed the same-gathered together on the beach for old times sake. Together they had laughed, cried, comforted, and rejoiced in each other's new lives. Sure enough, all eight of them were extremely tired in the morning for graduation, but had shared smiles as they went up to the podium, knowing that they their friendship would last a long time.

That was before the CIA had come into her life. Soon after college had ended, they had offered and Sarah had accepted. She was the only one of her friends who hadn't immediately been sucked into a job, and this new thing excited her. However, she did not know the extent of the job, and soon her contact with friends abruptly ended.

Sarah sighed. She suddenly had a yearning in her heart to return to her old life, but then she thought of Chuck. She could feel him studying her right now, not even paying attention to the bright sky, and tore her own gaze away to meet his. Chuck's eyes were soft and gentle, and Sarah realized how tired she was. She snuggled into him, and he opened his arms so that she could scoot closer. Even though she knew it was a mistake and would probably refuse to talk about it later, Sarah couldn't help but enjoy the moment.

"I'm really glad I came," she whispered as they both gazed at the meteor shower.

When he spoke, she could feel his chest vibrate against her head. "I'm glad you said yes," Chuck said softly.

They stayed in silence for the remainder of the shower of shooting stars. It wasn't that awkward silence where both parties were trying to figure out what to say. It was one of those relishing silences, like back in college.

After it was over, Chuck smiled and looked down at the blond in his arms. "How'd you like it?" he asked quietly, as though anything but near-silence would ruin the moment.

It took him a few seconds to realize that Sarah Walker was asleep, still in his arms. Chuck took the chance to listen to her calm breathing. It was better than any meteor shower.

4. "Chuck, go. Now!"

"No!"

The sound of gunfire rang out, and the two crouched even lower behind the large crates.

It was one of those missions gone wrong, where she ended up dodging bullets and making up crazy plans as quickly as possible, hoping that they would work.

More gunshots, but this time it was obvious that it was aimed at them. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone aim their gun at them. However, it all happened too quickly for even the heavily trained CIA agent.

One second Chuck was right beside her, the next he had leapt out in front of her, using his body as a shield for the incoming bullets. They went straight toward their target, and soon blood was spilling everywhere.

Suddenly Sarah was surrounded by blood-Chuck's blood-and she was on the ground beside him, weeping.

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"Shh…wake up. It's just a dream. Shh…"

Sarah opened her eyes a crack, noticing that her pillow and hair were wet from tears. No wonder her eyesight was blurry. And she was on the Bartowski couch…

Suddenly she remembered her dream and had to control herself not to burst into tears again. Instead she embraced Chuck, who was now holding her and running his hand over her hair, murmuring comforting words.

"It's okay. It's not real, Sarah." He thumbed away her tears and brought her closer to his chest. "What happened?"

She merely shook her head. Instead, she tried steering away from the subject. "Why…?" Sarah asked, referring to the couch she was sleeping on only moments ago.

"We just saw the meteor shower, remember? You fell asleep, so I brought you back here and I woke up to see you crying. Are you okay?" His voice was soft, and somehow soothing.

It was then when she realized the ruffled green sleeping bag next to the couch. In that moment, Sarah realized exactly how important she was to Chuck, and it scared her that he mattered to her just as much. She wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt. "What time…?"

"Five thirty."

She nodded, trying not to look hi straight in the eyes. Then he would realize. Chuck would know how much she cared for him underneath it all, and then he wouldn't take no as an answer.

"You want to tell me what happened?" he asked, trying to maintain the eye contact it was clear she was trying not to have.

Sarah shook her head. "It was nothing. Just a bad dream."

Chuck looked at her with concern. He knew that it had to have been a pretty bad dream to make Sarah cry. He put his hands on her shoulders and made her look at him, keeping her gaze. "I hate seeing you like this. Will you tell me what's wrong?"

Sarah tried to keep her eyes down, but it was getting harder with every second. She desperately wanted to collapse into his arms right there, and cry about all of the things she had to go through. For every mission, for every friend or family member that she had to leave, for every heart that she had to break. But the unfairness of it all was that she couldn't do that, either.

"Did something happen to you in the dream?" he asked, keeping his voice slow and steady.

Sarah shook her head.

"Someone else?"

She nodded, and finally couldn't take it anymore. She looked into his eyes and he could see the emotion sitting there, waiting to be expressed after all of these years.

"Me?" he whispered, as if asking the question would be too much for her,

The dead look upon Chuck's face as he fell to the ground flashed back into her mind, and that was when she could no longer take it. She grabbed him into an embrace and began shaking in his arms, choking back a sob.

He repeatedly ran his hands over her long, golden hair, trying to comfort her. "It's okay, Sarah," he murmured. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

5. "Are you okay?" Chuck whispered as they dropped behind the Nerd Herd Desk. He tried to ignore the gunshots in the background and the pain in his side from when he had tripped over a stool. Instead he focused on Sarah's leg. Apparently, she had been dodging bullets when she fell the wrong way and hurt her leg.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She tried to raise herself a little, but the pain was too much and she had to drop back down. "Chuck, I need you to find Casey as quickly as possible. Run in zigzags and find him so he can protect you."

Chuck looked around helplessly. "But-but what about you? And what if I get hit?"

"Just keep running and don't look back. Here, take this." She pulled out her gun, ignoring the pain in her leg, and reached it out for his taking.

"What? No, I'm not going to leave you here unarmed!"

"You have to. They're going to find us and since I can't move form this spot right now I provide no protection." Why couldn't he just go without hesitating? Why did he always have to look out for others? It was great and all, but in the current situation Sarah could only find it irritating. "Look, you're the Intersect, I'm just an agent. Take this and find Casey. Now."

He looked straight into her eyes. "You know that that's not true. You're much more than just an agent, especially to me." Where had this sudden confidence come from?

She returned his hard gaze, trying to ignore what he had just said for now. It was definitely not the time. "We'll discuss this later. If you really want to help me, find Casey and I'll be safe here. Later find me. Now take this."

Chuck stared at the black metal being offered to him. He reluctantly took it.

They both knew what could happen. He could easily get shot. For all they knew someone was listening to their entire conversation and was ready to shoot whoever walked away from the desk first. And they both knew that the other one knew it.

Chuck took another look at the gun in his hands, and Sarah continued. "If anything happens, no matter what, do not turn back, you hear me?"

He nodded, eyes wide with fear. Then, quickly making a decision, he took a small step closer in one swift move and captured her lips in his. He tried to make it sweet, a kiss full of promise. Although he wasn't sure if it was like that, since he had never really mastered "the art of kissing".

It took a moment for Sarah to realize what had just happened, but when she did she quickly melted. It felt so natural to be in his arms, kissing him. It was a little like the kiss at the docks, but this one was less rushed. She opened her mouth to him, and ran her hands through his brown curls.

Chuck's hands combed through her hair, down her back, anywhere that he could reach while they were in a kneeling position. He needed this-he needed her. His entire body was tingling, and as her tongue enveloped his, Chuck had the chills. It was nothing like he had ever experienced, kissing her. With Jill he had had sparks, but this-well, he was disappointed when the kiss ended. They stayed in that position for a few more seconds, heads touching, just reveling in the moment.

Then he got up and ran toward the other side of the store in zigzags like Sarah had told him to do. He didn't look back.

The CIA agent conveyed her surroundings and realized that he had left her the gun. She then sighed contentedly, and touched her lips as though it would bring Chuck's back to hers.

Backup soon arrived and the danger was over. However, Sarah knew that the situation between her and Chuck had just become much more complicated.

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