A/N: Yeah this will turn into being kinda kind of dark and I doubt it would actually happen but it's a one shot divided in two :P so R&R it
Chuck sat in the corner, running his hands through his hair. What should he do—what could he do? It had been 3 years since the fateful night on the bullet train, and Sarah had regained very few memories. In fact, Sarah completely stopped remembering things in the past year. Chuck could tell Sarah was only staying with him to please him, only staying to be courteous. All Chuck wanted—all he needed was for Sarah—his Sarah—to come back. Chuck let out an estranged sob. There was nothing he could do to make her love him the way she used to again. There was no use for him anymore. The Woodcombs made it big in Chicago, visited him during holidays, and had one more child. Mary Bartowski followed them to Chicago to stay with her only grandchildren. The Grimeses (It sounds weird doesn't it? Chuck still couldn't believe they were married) had welcomed a beautiful little boy into the world, Luke, and were happily married. And there was the Bartowskis; barely keeping their marriage together—it didn't take a spy to tell there was no real chemistry between them. Chuck's family had been extremely sensitive to the fact that Chuck still loved Sarah, and hadn't even tried to tell him that he needed to move on. They all figured he already knew.
Chuck had done everything in his power to change. He had gone running with Casey everyday, got some impressive muscle, and even though he got lots of girls flirting and being all over him, he didn't attract the attention of the girl whose attention he so deeply craved. Chuck had tried all different hair styles, tried dressing differently, acting differently, putting himself under such physical toll that he was just ready to give up. Chuck Bartowski was done with this, he was done with her, he was done with the world, and most of all, he was done with himself.