A/N: I'm crying now, after writing this. But, please try to stick it out, because now that Chuck's hit bottom, he can only go up. And I still don't own Chuck. Also, to all of my reviewers (both on LJ and thanks so much! I'm not going to address everyone's concerns, but I will touch on some of them.

Will this be Chuck/Sarah?: Yes.

It's moving a little fast: Yeah, this probably won't be too long. Mostly because I've never stuck it out when I when I had huge plans for some epic novel. And honestly, I already know the ending, and I don't want to drag it on.

She's crying again, but whenever Chuck opens his mouth her tears subside enough for her to shoot a glare at him.

"Chuck," she starts again. "I know that you must feel betrayed. You probably think that I never looked for you, or looked hard enough. But, that's not true. I was just looking in the wrong place. Are you listening, Chuck?"

He steadily ignores her, and she repeats the question, sounding a little angry. Chuck manages a nod.

"We hacked through all the CIA files, we held people at gunpoint. Chuck, we even committed treason!"

His jaw drops as she continues, crying again. "It wasn't the CIA that had you. Someone must have found out you were the intersect, and intercepted you. And do to our…personal relationship, neither Casey or I were privy to your location. We didn't even know who had taken you until a few months ago. Casey and I had gone rogue, trying to find you. But Chuck, there's something else."

Still in shock, Chuck barely hears her continue. "We were going to be executed, Chuck. For treason. I would have gladly died for you, Casey, too, but if I did, then I wouldn't be able to take care of you once you were in CIA custody. Do you understand, Chuck?"

Chuck does understand. He understands that she was willing to give up everything for him. But what he truly understands is that he is merely trading one prison for another.

Sarah tries to force him to look at her, but Chuck's doing very well at looking anywhere but her face.

He feels a warm hand on his cheek, and he instinctively leans into it before he roughly flinches away. He sees her face crumble before she hastily exits, half-running to where Chuck knew Casey to be.

It's not that Chuck doesn't love Sarah anymore, but his memories of his time in that room are all jumbled thoughts of her. He isn't sure of anything anymore, least of all himself. Sarah still loves the man that he was, and can't accept that maybe he's not the same. He's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't notice Casey walk back in.

"Still smooth as always, Chuck."

In the old days, Chuck would have responded with some witty comment. We can't all be undercover lovers, Casey. But back then, his entire emotional range didn't consist of blind anger.

Chuck is barely able to stop himself from glaring, which Casey takes as a sign to continue. "Aren't you going to yell at me too? Maybe punch me? Come on, Chuck." Casey spits out the last word, egging him on.

God, does he want to hit him. The man represents everything wrong in his life, everything that would everbe wrong with his life. And, Casey knows he deserves it, too. Chuck's turned into the kind of person who takes his anger out on the people who least deserve it. He pictures Sarah, tears streaming down her red face, and his hands curl into fists despite himself.

Casey's on the floor, a red tinge spreading across his cheek before either of them realize what happened.

But Casey's fast, much faster than him, and now he's sporting a matching bruise.

"Ow!," he cries.

"What's the matter, Chuck?," Casey asks sarcastically. Jesus, he wants Chuck to hit him.

And suddenly he rams into the sarcastic bastard, and for a few minutes he feels completely free, lost in a tangled web of pain and limbs. He idly wonders where the blonde hair came from, but barely registers the thought as he blindly reaches out to punch Casey in the stomach, only to discover he's not there.

Instead he hits something much smaller, much softer.

Oh god. Sarah.