A/N: I don't have much to say… I mean all the reviews are awesome! They make me write faster **wink wink wink* Even if you have something that you think I could do better, just write a review! Yeah and all mistakes are 100% mine so… I hope there aren't too many ;)
Disclaimer: I dream about owning chuck… I don't really…
-SARAH-
Sarah's eyes darted from the little girl and her husband—well ex-husband as he claimed. Regardless of any force that could brainwash Chuck Bartowski to un-fall in love with her, she loved him and she knew that he loved her back. Chuck walked past her, a little more defined than she remembered and his hair scruffy from waking up. He was dressed in blue flannel pants and a gray cotton blend t-shirt. He stared at her, a look of utter shock on his face. It reminded her of one of those times that he would say 'don't freak out'. His eyebrows were knit and his eyes were large and round.
"Hi… Chuck," Sarah smiled.
"Uh… Sarah—Sarah… what are you doing here?"
"I'm home dear!"
"Home? Dear? What's going on Daddy?" A little girl with a tuft of caramel wavy hair poked out from behind Chuck's legs.
"Hi there!" Sarah bent down to the girl's eye level. "What's your name?" The little girl stared at Sarah, her blue eyes icy with hatred.
"It's Selena. As if you didn't know that."
"Uh… Honey… let's um… let's go play upstairs—with your doll—uh—Sally!" Chuck mouthed the words be right back to Sarah and ushered the little girl upstairs. Sarah wandered into the house—it was exactly like she remembered, jut furnished. She looked over the ground, where Chuck had planed his romantic picnic and told her that the house would be theirs. Sarah even traced her fingers over the doorframe where she had carved 'Sarah + Chuck' just a few years ago. Wait a minute! It was this frame—right? Sarah felt up and down looking for the carving, but it was nowhere to be found. Finally, she found a small patch of thinner paint. He did not! A small piece of Sarah Walker—a small glimmer of hope, died that moment.
"Sarah…" Chuck stood on the bottom step of the staircase. Sarah ran to him, elated to be seeing him again. She flung her arms around him for an embrace, which just caused Chuck to slide to the left.
"Chuck," Sarah said softly, tears filling her eyes. "I've missed so much."
"Yes. Yes you have," Chuck replied coldly.
"I'm sorry Chuck—to be honest I don't remember anything. Chuck—I don't remember my own daughter!" Sarah was sobbing now, mascara running down her face. "This day has just been so hard. I find out that the love of my life doesn't love me anymore—that someone deprived me of the past years of my life… Chuck I can never get those years back! Chuck, remember—remember that night of our first date—when I told you—I told you to trust me. I told you, Chuck Bartowski, that you can trust me, Sarah Walker. And right now—right now, I need you, Chuck Bartowski, to trust me. I don't remember anything."
"I don't believe it…" Chuck looked utterly frazzled as he ran his hands through his hair. "I don't know Sarah Walker… I mean how do I know this is for real? But I do still care for you and want to live up my word I gave you that night on the beach where I told you that you could trust me. Sarah—I can't forgive you right now, you left our daughter and me in cold blood, but I can do one thing for you Sarah. I can try to forget everything that has happened between us and take this from square one—as friends as we try to figure out what the hell is going on."
