Thank you for the reviews so far. I will put in the moments that were suggested. Some people told me not to beat myself up over how bad my writing is. I have one response to that: "Please… I'm Fantastic!" Don't worry, no more quoting Chuck unless it is in the story.
I do not own Chuck
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Sarah's breathing slows down to normal and quiet. She stretches her muscles slowly, making sure to stretch completely. She looks at Chuck and lays her hand against his chest softly. She slides her hand along his lanky, muscular stomach. She misses when he would cringe from being ticklish. She slides her hand back up to his chest. She sees a lone tear drop onto Chuck's shirt. She wants him to respond to her touch so badly.
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"I think I found the one," Chuck informs me in a hushed, low voice. He places a record onto a player. I smile, so happy that I can finally be with him. "This is going to be your favorite song," he says as he starts the record player. He turns to see me judgment on the song.
I sit their in silence, letting the music consume me for the first time ever. It is slow and melodic. I feel butterflies in my stomach when Chuck looks at me. "I like this," I respond, barely over a whisper. I smile, while he smiles in return.
"Well, that's a good start," he whispers as he creeps closer to me. I am sitting on the bed, ready for him. This will be the first time I sleep with him for real in his bed. He sits on the bed and gives me a slow, passionate kiss. I longed for this since I first met him.
We both fall back against the bed and lie closely. He watches as I let the music run through me. I have never listened to music for enjoyment. Where have you been hiding all this time, Chuck? I want to lay next him forever. We are both lying there, quietly, listening to the music. It feels nice to spend time with Chuck without having to deal with suppressed emotions and such. I am feeling good, which is exactly what the song says.
He turns to me, seeing my reaction. I look at him, happily. I can finally enjoy my time with him, instead of hiding behind the agent I was trained to be. He raises his arm, allowing me to snuggle closer to him. I lay my head in the nook of his shoulder and neck. His arms encompass me and warmth and security. I have never felt so safe. I feel as though nothing could possibly happen when I'm with Chuck.
I close my eyes, dreaming of how much I needed this. He kisses me on the forehead before my thoughts could get dark. I love him for that as I look up at him. He brushes the hair behind my ear so gently. I almost shiver at the softness of his touch. I pucker my lips, waiting for a kiss of security. His lips are warm and soft. He holds me close as our lips cling onto each other. I'm feeling good…
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Sarah takes her hand off Chuck's chest and sits down. She looks down in depression and fiddles with her hands. Chuck's heart-rate on the monitor drops from seventy back down to sixty over the next minute. Sarah doesn't notice as she sulks. She sits there for minutes, clearing the tears from her eyes. She thinks about what she is going to do if Chuck never wakes up. "Don't think like that!" She says to herself before her thoughts get too dark.
Casey walks into the room, holding a few magazines in his hand. "I heard our boy's been shot?" He muses as he sees Chuck set up through IV and not moving. He then sees Sarah looking at him, with pain and sorrow in her eyes.
"Yea," she whispers in gloom.
"Did he try to re-enact the Matrix with Grimes?" He jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Sarah and Chuck have become great partners to Casey, mostly Sarah, but definitely his favorite and the best. It hurts him to see her in such a frantic, emotional state. He would never say how much he cares for them, though.
"No," Sarah answers, trying to let out a chuckle. It comes out more as a cough and her smile falters. "We stopped a bank robbery," she whispers, knowing the fate at the end. She would normally have been happy about it, but she just thinks of Chuck being shot.
"So, he went out honorably," Casey grunts in satisfaction. He never expected Chuck to go out like that. "I got you some girly magazines," he displays a few magazines over the table.
Sarah browses them and sees Homeowner's, People, Esquire, PC Gamer, and Gun's and Ammo. She quickly grabs the Guns and Ammo and smirks to Casey.
"That was for me," he grunts. He is not about to complain to her. She would bite his head off.
"Thanks," she smiles as she sits down. She doesn't know if she is smiling because Casey is actually consoling her, or that she took his magazine. Casey rolls his eyes as he sits down next to her.
"He finally takes a bullet and this is what happens?" Casey relaxes in the chair. "That's unlucky." He looks at Chuck sleeping there. Sarah tries to not ignore his comment, but she cannot. She knows he is right.
"He actually saved my life," Sarah clarifies, telling Casey what happened briefly. "He took a bullet that was meant for me," emotion is spilling out of her voice. She tries to hold in the tears thinking it was her fault. Why did he have to step in front of her?
"Bartowski's a hero, huh?" Casey looks a Sarah. "Never thought I'd say that," Casey smirks, trying to make Sarah feel better. Sarah thinks to herself. He is a hero, I know it, Casey knows it, and Chuck knows it.
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I am standing at the celebration. Ellie looks so happy. Chuck is the nicest guy to pay for her wedding. I hope Bryce is okay. I would go with him, but I love Chuck too much. Chuck steps up behind me, breaking me out of my deep thought. I feel a shiver coarse through my back as he starts to speak.
"Where's Bryce?" He asks as if he knew what I was thinking about.
"Gone," I let him know. "They're uploading him with the new computer tonight."
"Off to save the world," he pauses and I am afraid to look at him, "I guess both of you are." He doesn't know I am staying for him.
"You wanna dance?" I change the subject. Why don't I tell him I am staying for him? I want to have a life with you, Chuck. I wish you could read my mind right now.
He lets out a sheepish laugh and grins to me. "You know I do," he answers, putting his arm out for me to latch onto. I feel so normal with him. He treats me like a normal person, not how a spy treats me. I hold him close as we sway slowly to the song. I can feel his hair tickling my face, but it feels nice. I wonder how our future will be when I retire from the CIA to live with Chuck. Where will we be in five years? I have never thought that far ahead before.
"You belong out there, saving the world," he confesses. I think he feels selfish to be holding me. I just want to tell him I love him. "It's just; I'm just not that guy." Why does he talk so lowly about himself? He is a charming, brave, passionate, good man. He is a hero, why doesn't he think so?
"How many times do you have to be a hero to realize you are that guy," I cannot let him think of himself in that way. He is not just a hero, but he is my hero. He is saving me from a life of killing and dissatisfaction.
"I want more Sarah," his voice is very serious, "I want a life. I want a real life." He can have one with me. I want a real life with him too. As he looks at me, I feel some courage that I didn't know I had.
"I don't want to save lives," I look at him with determination. "I want—" His father interrupts me. I want you, Chuck! I want to be with you! Dammit, why did he have to interrupt me?
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"Walker?" Casey waves his hand to grab her attention. "Sarah!" Casey looks at Sarah as her she blinks her eyes vigorously and rubs them.
"Sorry, I zoned out," she replies, thinking that Chuck is a hero and he ended up saving both, her and Casey's life that night. Casey just grunts as he looks at how torn up Sarah is over Chuck. It reminds him of how torn Chuck was when he was trying to win Sarah back. She wouldn't take him because she thought he killed someone. I couldn't watch that kid kill himself over her without giving him a chance.
"Walker, you should go home and take a shower. You smell like my gym socks," Casey suggests, seeing her looking tired and dirty.
"I can't leave him," Sarah denies Casey's suggestion.
"Why? He isn't going to wake up anytime soon," Casey knows it is true and doesn't lie to his partners. He knows that the statement is going to hurt her, but he cannot see her looking like this.
"You don't know that!" She defends Chuck.
"How about I watch him while you go home and take a shower," Casey suggests, ready to lift her and push her out the door.
"I don't want to leave him," she stays persistent. Casey rolls his eyes and grunts.
"If he wakes up, I'll tranq him until you get here," Casey jokes. Sarah feels a smile grow on her face, knowing it is a joke.
"Fine, but don't actually tranq him," she reluctantly agrees with a small smile growing on her face as she stands up.
"I'll see you in an hour," he pushes her out the door in a friendly manner. As she steps out and the door closes, Casey just sits back down and smirks at the sight of Chuck. "Bartowski…" He ponders out loud as he looks at his sleeping body.
Sarah heads immediately home, not wanting to be away from Chuck for too long.
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I feel like this story is going to last forever because there are so many awesome moments. I will continue it, hopefully with all your praises. I hope it will be done just before the new season. Please review with any suggestions you may have or parts you want me to add. I got a few good ones already from previous reviews. I am trying to figure out how to get them in my story.