Sarah fell back on her side of the bed totally spent, there was sweat covering her all of her nude body, her wet hair was clinging on cheeks and her mouth was half open trying to slow down her rapid breathing. "Wow!" She managed to say."You are brilliant."

"Thanks." Said Chuck between his own difficult breathing. Being a guy he couldn't help but fantasize about having sex with the woman of his dreams, and countless times he had imagined what it would be like. But no dream held a candle to the real thing. "I was actually beginning to think we were going to be one of those couples who were meant to be together but never did."

"You think we're meant to be together?" Asked Sarah while snuggling next to him and draping her arm across his chest. His moved the clingy hair off her face and delivered her an honest smile.

"Yeah, I do." He rolled over her and deepened his tong in her mouth as she moaned in his. "So Miss Walker, where do we go from here?" Sarah pursed her lips while trying to think of something.

"I don't know, maybe we could take that trip to Mexico?"

"I'd like that."

"Sarah…" Chuck felt the odd sensation of something wrong, the bed felt bigger, the sheets felt softer and most importantly, the body he felt only moments ago in his arms was no longer there.

He opened his eyes and saw a big window in his left side of the room, which displayed a beautiful panoramic view. In his front there was a big LED TV, and the whole room was filled with cool technological gadgets. He heard the sound of a shower and someone humming a song. "Sarah?" He approached the bathroom door when she came out. Only she wasn't…

"Sarah?"

"Who's Sarah? it's me Sharon." Chuck backed off a little to take a look at her. "Are you okay?" The blond, short haired woman asked.

Everything still felt a little fuzzy, but he knew this wasn't right. Yes, he was living in an alternative universe, but even if things weren't as right as he hoped they could, there was one person he hoped should be there with him, and she wasn't.

Sharon was wearing a confused expression, her hair was dripping wet and her blue eyes were staring at his. "Are you okay, Bunny?"

"Uh, yeah I'm fine… Just fine." In that moment a phone started ringing.

"Isn't that yours?"

"Uh… What?"

"Your cell phone is ringing." She stated and Chuck looked around to locate the referred object. Once he found it he took the weird designed thing in his hand, assessed it and pulled on hid ear. "Hello?"

"Hello Sir." An unfamiliar voice spoke.

"Who am I talking to?"

"It's me, Nancy." Chuck displayed no recognition whatsoever. "Your secretary? […] Anyway...You are late for the meeting. I'm just checking to see if everything was alright. Do you need anything? Coffee? Breakfast?"

"What kind of meeting?"

"You, know the meeting? Are you okay Sir? Do you need some aspirin? Your chauffeur is already expecting you."

"Uh..."

"Don't worry about Ms Green, we already called her a cab."

"Okay, I'll be there in tem minutes" He ended the call and turned to Sharon again. "They… They said they already called you a cab"

"Oh. Okay." She dropped the towel making Chuck avert his vision and started gathering up her things. "You'll you call me next week? I left my card with your secretary." She said while putting on her clothes.

"Yeah… I'll… Do my best."

"Sir, here is your coffee." Nancy said handing the cup to her boss.

"Thank you. Oh… And thanks for postponing the meeting today, I really am not-"

"Sir, are you okay?" She continued before he could answer. "You're just behaving so differently than what you usually do and…"

"How do I usually behave exactly?" She stared at him like he was asking if the sky was blue.

"Well, you usually act so… cranky and you never thanked me before."

"Hum… Then I guess that's about to change… You can take the day off, since I'm not working today there's no reason why you should be here. But can I ask you something first?"

"Of course."

"Where's everyone? My sister, my dad, where's Sarah?"

"Your sister lives with her husband and your niece in Burbank and Mr. Bartowski lives not too far from here."

"What about Sarah?"

"I'm sorry sir, who's Sarah?" Chuck's disappointment was visible through his face. Things couldn't have been more wrong. Sarah wasn't with him. And she was the only reason why he had created that stupid time machine. Chuck saw the concern in Nancy's eyes; apparently, even though he'd been a lousy boss she was still worried about him.

"Just one last thing before you go, could you please call my father? Tell him I need to talk to him"

"Sir- Are you sure? You and your father haven't been in the best terms lately, mostly because of your job…"

"Why? What's my job?"

"You protect our nation sir. You are Fulcrum's director."

Well, turns out things could have been more wrong.


"What are you doing here, Charles?" Questioned Stephen Bartowski who was showing a hostile expression towards his son, which was surprising giving his friendly nature.

"I really need to talk to you dad. I screwed up…"

"No offense son, but all you have been doing the past few years is screwing things up. What do you want?" Chuck was taken aback by his dad response. Things just keep getting better.

"Dad, that's no anyone else I can talk this with, actually I don't know where everyone else is, except you and Ellie, but since I can't talk to her, all I have is you… So I'm just gonna cut to the chase." Chuck took a deep breath and went on. "Do you remember 5 years ago, at Ellie 's wedding when I came back from the future saying I needed to change the course of my life? Well… Now I need to re-change it. Everything is gone so wrong and I don't even know where Sarah is."

"So, you're saying you are that Chuck from the future that showed up that night?"

"Yes. I woke up today in this new time line and I'm so confused right now… I really need to ask you some questions."

"Take a sit son, this might take a while."

"What? What do you mean the CIA was replaced by Fulcrum? How did that happen? And I'm their leader? How… What…" Chuck shouted in terror, his eyes almost bugging out of his face.

"Calm down son. Yes, you're Fulcrum's director. And you are the main reason the CIA was taken down. But look, they're just a small part, Fulcrum doesn't matter… They're just a part of the Ring."

"Good job trying to make me feel better, dad." Responded Chuck sarcastically. "Just… Why would I do something like that?" Stephen remained silent and Chuck raised his head to look at him. "What is it? What are you not telling me?" His father got up from his chair and looked out the window. He shoved his hand in his pockets as if he was dreading to say something.

"Dad!"

"Sarah…" One simple word captured Chuck's full attention and he quickly got up from his chair and turned his father by the shoulders to look at him.

"What about her?"

"She is the reason why you would do something like that. The CIA killed her, Chuck. Sarah is dead."

"Chuck! Chuck, wake up. Come on we have to leave, now!" Chuck woke up astonished.

"What? Why?" Sarah was filling their bags franticly while throwing clothes for him to wear.

"They're coming after us. Just do it Chuck!"

"Oh my god!" He suddenly felt overwhelmed by the pain. Memories came flushing trough his mind.

"Son, your nose is bleeding!"

"Dad it's hurting! Oh shit!"

"Hurry up. Let's go!"

"I'm coming!" He said whilst trying to button his shirt. But the moment Sarah opened the door; they were already waiting for them.

"I'm sorry, agent Walker, you're too late." Said the man with a wicked smile on his face.

"Who are you?" Asked Sarah with a stoic expression.

"Spies, agent Walker. The best." The sound from the gunfire felt like the last thing Chuck would ever hear. All he could see was the smoke coming of the man's gun and Sarah body hitting the floor. He fell on his knees and placed Sarah's head on his lap.

"I'm sorry I failed you, Chuck." Her blues eyes were now struggling to stay open.

"Hey… No, no, no… You didn't. Don't close your eyes Sarah, stay with me." Although Chuck's eyes were burning the tears never came. Sarah's trembling hand caressed his cheek and a weak smile made its way to her face.

"I love you." And with that she was gone.

Chuck looked up to see the man who had just taken his will to live.

"Why?"

"For the same reason you're still alive."

"I' remember now." He resignedly repeated. "I remember now. I've seen it." He cleaned his nose with the back of his hand. "I have to fix it dad, I have to come back."

"No, no you don't. Stop playing with fate son. If you change it again the consequences might be even worse. You can't just travel in time every time something goes wrong. It simply isn't the way life works."

"Then what am I suppose to do? All of this happened because of me, how can I live with myself knowing this is all my fault?"

"You learn from your mistakes and don't repeat them again."

"I promise you… It'll be the last time. I'm going to do it differently now… I'm going to do the right thing, because I simply can't let things stay the way they are."


"Are you ready. Charles?" Chuck took a deep breath, put on his cap and dark glasses and entered the machine.

"Yes." Stephen Bartowski pressed the green button and the engine started running, the machine started spinning, and Chuck disintegrated once more.


This time Chuck didn't take his time to assess his surrounds, jumped up to his feet and rapidly made his way to the compound.

He grabbed his father from behind and shut his mouth with his hand. He pushed him against the wall and hissed in his ear.

"I don't have much time to explain this so you need listen intently." He took a deep breath and started talking again. "My name is Chuck Bartowski and I'm your son from another time line, the future to be more specific. I created a time machine using particle accelerators and advanced technology. I'm here to change the course of my life and I need your help." It took him several seconds to process all the things he had just heard, the person he was seen.

His jaw was hanging open; he thought that maybe people were right about him going insane. So he just answered the first thing that came through his mind."

"What do you want me to do?"

Sarah was leaning against the wall trying unsuccessfully to find one particular familiar face trough the crowd when she felt someone approach her from behind, her muscles immediately tensed until she heard a voice she recognized all too well.

"Looking for someone?" She turned around to see exactly who she thought the person was, but once she got the chance to assess his appearance, she knew immediately that something wasn't right.

It took her moment to find her voice, but once she did only a single word came out.

"Chuck?"

"That's me."

"Why the hell are you wearing sun glasses and what happened to your suit?" Before he could answer her questions she continued. "Why are you looking so different? So…"

"Well, that's because I an older."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You should know this first: There's a pretty good chance you won't believe me and laugh at my face calling me crazy."

"Try me."

"I'm from the future, 2014 to be specific. I traveled in time." Sarah showed an amused expression.

"Well, turns out you were right about you're previous statement. I really do not believe you."

"What if I can prove it?" Sarah had an skeptical expression. Actually she had a There's no way in hell I believe you, but I'll play along.

"Fine, humor me." Chuck took her hands in his witch instantly sent electrical feelings throughout his body; he led her to the window of his bedroom, place where inside the Chuck from that time line was talking with his dad.

Sarah stopped on her tracks right away. She kept looking back and forth between the two Chucks. She didn't have to say what she was thinking, it was all written on her face, which was an unexpected surprise coming from the woman who has the habit of keeping her emotions so guarded.

"What's happening? Who are you?"

"I already told you, I'm from the future."

"What if I still don't believe you?"

"This is all the proof I can give you. What more do you need?"

"But this is IMPOSSIBLE!"

"Shh! You're calling people's attention." That calmed her a little. "Seriously, what can I do to show you that what I'm telling is true?" She chewed her lips and looked in his eyes.

She displayed a look that Chuck suspected was… Is she going too-?

And she did. Her hands were pressed behind his neck and she slipped her tong between his lips, it took Chuck several seconds to respond but eventually he did.

"That should do it."

"So you believe me now." She nodded a little breathlessly. "So that brings us to the second and hardest part of my plan." Even if she didn't doubt him anymore, the confusion was still there.

Saying this was going to be just as hard as he thought it would, maybe even more, so he decided to say it quickly.

"You can't stay."

"'What?"

"You know… With me, the other Chuck, you have to leave, get reassigned. Go back to the agency."

"I can't. I've already made my decision. I'm staying."

"Look, Bryce is going to download the intersect tonight but Fulcrum is gonna try to stop him. Go find Casey, save Bryce's life, ask for backup. But whatever you do, do not let Chuck help you; do not even tell him where you're going. He thinks you're leaving anyway, so just let things the way they are."

"How can I do this to him? How can you do this to yourself?"

"Trust me, Sarah. It's the right thing to do."

"I'm never gonna see you again." Her eyes started getting teary and her voice was quivering.

"Maybe someday… We'll meet again. But right now we need to let fate run its course." She hugged him tightly but briefly. She chucked a little and looked up at him.

"I can't believe you built a time machine." Chuck smiled and looked over Sarah's shoulder to see his sister happily married to his brother-in-law and then returned his gaze to Sarah.

"You once told me that if I ever wanted anything I could have it." He caressed her cheek and she closed her eyes and sighed.

"Well Sarah, all I ever wanted was you."


Elba – Tuscan Archipelago

November - 2014

It was a little strange the feeling of apprehension she was experienced at the moment. She had thought that after all the time spent they would simply vanish or at least she would get used to them. But when it came to certain things she wasn't so good controlling her emotions.

Five years had passed and her team had successfully eliminated several criminal factions including Fulcrum and The Ring. Unfortunately some of them rose again. As long as there were government systems, oppose groups would exist as well, some more violent them others. That was the way it worked.

Her gaze was lost admiring the blue waters of the Mediterranean sea. She didn't like to let her thoughts take control over her body, they just reminded of the things she wanted but couldn't have.

Sometimes she wished she was dumb, that she didn't know better and things were going to be okay, even though they wouldn't.

All she had left was a sense of hope, something to keep her moving forward. Something that wouldn't let her give up.

But the fear of disappointment was too great. The fear of lost was too big.

"So, defeated terrorists groups, life changing scientist discoveries, Peace in the Middle East and we meet at last." He went on. "How has your life been agent Walker?"

"Long, lonely… How about yours?"

"Crappy, awful, not good…" She smiled and gently took his hand.

"How'd you find me?"

"It wasn't that hard, I am a genius after all."

"Lucky me."

And they shared a kiss. Only this time the kiss didn't seal the end of a journey. It was only the beginning of one.

"Where do we go from here?"

"I don't really care… As long as you're with me."


Some of you might have been bothered by all grammar/errors, I want to apologize for that... English isn't my first language... or second or third... But anyway, thanks for reading, I would appreciate if you'd leave a review, it means a lot.

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