Chuck vs Sarah's Friendship
Trying to find a glimmer of hope, the light is shinning through the window, still don't own Chuck.
This does contain spoilers from 3.13.
Chapter 9—Paris Noon
Chuck was standing alone. He could feel his heart beating through his chest. He had said that he would not do this. He did not believe in killing people. Gunfights were something that had to be abolished. But this was so up side down. He knew he was a bad draw, but at least he would not have to draw this time. The Colt 45 was already in his hand. It all seemed so hard to move. The air was dusty and dry. He could feel the heat. He had worked the morning to get help. But Beckman had turned him down. She did not need another sheriff in town. She had all she needed.
Chuck had other problems. He did not know if Sarah would love him after this. He had tried desperately to convince her that the notch on his gun was not his. But she had said flat out that she did not believe him, and because of that, she could not go for a killer, a gunslinger looking for more.
But his love had finally said, 'yes.' He was in a bad way when it happened. He could not remember why the bartender at the Casa Bar M loaded him up like that. Usually, well usually he only had one drink. But the bottle looked half empty that night. He was surprised he even got the question out, but she still said, 'yes.'
Shaw was the problem. He knew that Shaw was not good. Why couldn't anyone believe it. Shaw was only after himself and what he wanted. They should have seen it in any of the round ups. He never protected his partners. Shaw only killed for himself. When Shaw took Sarah from the stage line instead of letting her meet Chuck that should have made them recognize it. Chuck taking the whole posse to get to Shaw had been the right thing to do. But now he was back in town and had Sarah.
Chuck had already faced him once. The fight ended with knives, but neither drew any blood. He wasn't what they would call a winner in that. Shaw had made off with Sarah. Chuck could not stop him. But now was the time to make the stand.
Sarah was still crying. It was like she was crying over Daniel. Chuck wondered if she knew Shaw was driven, had lost perspective, and was alternately pointing the gun at her and him.
Chuck could not help it. Shaw was making his move. Shaw would kill Sarah and then shoot him. Chuck pulled…
"Hey Chuck, you okay?" he woke hearing her voice over the sun shinning through the blond hair.
A/N Yes, at the Eiffel Tower. Hope you enjoyed it. Right , don't own High Noon either. This one is the last of the Friendship.
