Sarah looked up with an absent smile on her face, collecting her thoughts. Brandon waited patiently.

"Yeah, ok, where to start umm… hmph, I guess it all started with a guy who worked at a Buy More", she began, a grin and a blush spreading across her face, growing into something massive.

"And, one day, his old college friend sent him an email. But it was full of secrets."

Doesn't sound like a good friend to me, thought Brandon. Although I guess it depends on the secrets.

"And his life really, really changed the next day, when he met…"

Sarah took a deep breath in but she held it.

And held it.

And- Brandon was getting worried. If she didn't breathe out soon-

"Me."

Oxygen seemed to suck back into life itself. That was when Brandon realized he hadn't been breathing either. He was probably more than a little whipped.

Some people call that being nice, he thought. And the people who don't are the people who aren't worth it.

Sarah looked close to tears but it looked less like a breakdown and more like she was preparing for a release. Kathartic. Brandon didn't move to comfort her because he could partially understand – after losing his sister at a young age sometimes you just need to cry.

And you need to let go.

So he waited for her to say what would just be the beginning of the rest of the story. The beginning of a new start. The beginning of her becoming independent again.

Her new beginning.

He waited.

And with a shaky breath, an unconfident smile and showing a wide, open emotional woman, she did the hardest thing.

She began.

"And we fell in love."


A/N: Only wrote this for the Guest who left the review on the last chapter. Consider this a little continuation but this was my own sad, realist view of a possible scenario - what would Sarah do if Chuck died? One possible case. Please feel free to PM me or leave a review with your thoughts etc.