A/N- This is a songfic for Chuck based off the song Sugar We're Going Down by Fall Out Boy. I hope you all like it!
Am I more than you bargined for yet?
I've been diein' to tell you anything you wanna hear,
'Cuz that's just who I am this week.
Lie in the grass next to the moseuleum.
Sarah
This can't be happening. We are meant to be! We are! I can feel it! Why is he keeping things from me?
Chuck
I should be telling Sarah. That I know. He is still alive, even if she doesn't believe me. She derserves to know. She loved him. She told him her real name. Sarah hasn't even told me that her name is really Sam! Why isn't she telling me
Chuck Bartowski and his CIA handler-slash-girlfriend, Sarah Walker, were sitting across the table from each other in Chuck's small bungalow. Each was lost in their own thoughts, pertaining directly to the other. Neither could stand that the other was keeping secrets. They were walking on eggshells in their newly admitted relationship. They both knew that something was up with the other, but they didn't know that the problem was each other.
"Chuck..." Sarah stared.
"Sarah, I..." Chuck began at the same time. "No go on Sarah. What were you going to say?" He asked.
"No. You go first Chuck. I insist." Before Chuck could protest and urge Sarah to start talking, His state-of-the-arc flatscreen turned itself on. The screen portrayed a small woman, with her dark hair up in tight bun.
"You two!" She barked. "Castle! Now!" The screen went blank.
"Well she's in a bad mood today. There must be a new RING operative on her radar." Chuck commented.
"We should head to Castle." Sarah said.
Sarah
He still didn't tell me what's been on his mind. Maybe he'll tell me on the way to Castle. I doubt it. He think's he's protecting me! I can take care of myself! Then again, I haven't even told him my name. Maybe I should. But we both know....
Chuck
She still didn't tell me her name. I should still tell her about him. The dreams are getting more persistant. He really is alive. I cant belive it. But I can't tell Sarah. She hasn't trusted me. What if she is working with him? How can I even be thinking that? But we both know...
Both
this isn't going to last many more rounds if don't start talking. But I will fight to make this work.
We're going down, down,
In an earlier round.
And Sugar we're going down swingin'
I'll be your number one with a bullet.
A loaded God complex!
Cock it and pull it!