Thanks for reading my story so far. I checked throughout the three seasons and Sarah only wore red twice after Chuck Versus The Break Up. She wore red about four times before that episode.
I do not own Chuck.
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Sarah crumples up to Chuck and holds him close. She runs her hands through his hair, noticing the growth over the few days that he's been there. She closes her eyes and convinces herself to fall asleep.
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"Casey, are you all right?" I ask after Chuck and I defeated about six people. He has been the best partner I have ever worked with. Even if we are running away, I want him to be safe. Chuck was really amazing there. I can barely believe how well he fought. I knew the Intersect could fight, but how we teamed up was remarkable. We would make a great spy team, if we weren't running.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of this one," Casey replies, holding Juan Diego Arnaldo by the shoulder. "Don't you two have a train to catch?"
"Uh, yea," I answer, not really sure if I want to quit the spy life. My breathing is strained and loud from the exhausting fight we just had. I'll do anything for Chuck, though. He is what I care about most. "Yea, we do. Right, Chuck?" I breathe out heavily, trying to catch my breath. I am hoping he can tell I am skeptical about the decision. I am afraid to tell him that I don't want to quit being a spy because then it would hurt him so much. I've done way too much of that over the years.
"Right," he breathes out, trying to catch his breath from the fight we just had. "Right." He looks at me almost uncertain.
"May I just say," Arnaldo speaks out, surprising me. Chuck and I look at him. "I've been on the run for two years, and no matter how far you run, you can never run from yourself." What does he mean by that? Is he telling us running away is not the right decision? I can't think of any other way, though. "And from what I heard from both of you, it's not what either of you really wants." I look at Chuck, trying to figure out exactly what Arnaldo means. Does Chuck not want to run away? I take Chuck into the corner for a private conversation. This is too important to hide my feelings from him.
"You don't want to quit?" I ask him, worried. What does he want to do then?
"I thought that's what you wanted," he answers. So he is only quitting because I want to? I don't want to quit though.
"I don't want you to choose me over something that you want for yourself," I need to make it clear that he needs to live the life he wants. Not change to live one for me. I love him too much to make him give up on his life for me.
"I want you," he looks at me. "I want us," he looks like some kind of revelation just hit him. I am just happy to hear him say that he wants me. He is so great. "Do you think if we went back," he holds me close. "And we told Beckman the honest-to-god truth," a smile grows on his face, as an equally large smile grows on mine, "we can really have a shot at having it all?" Does he want to be a spy and with me? That would be the best thing ever. I love you so much!
I kiss him, full of happiness. He is making my dreams come true. I don't care how corny this sounds. "Chuck Bartowski, do you agree to not quit the spy life with me?"
"I do," he answers immediately. I love him so much. "Sarah Walker, do you agree to not quit the spy life and be with me?"
"I do," I quickly answer. This is the best moment of my life. I love you, Chuck Bartowski. His eyes drop to my lips and I immediately consummate our decision with a kiss.
His lips are pressing against mine and it feels wonderful. He is holding me close to his body. After a few seconds of no air, I release and jump onto him. He catches me as my legs wrap around him and we kiss again. This is the best moment in my life.
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"Mmmm…" Sarah purrs, thinking about Chuck's lips against hers. She realizes the giant smile across her face and looks at the clock. It reads 9:46 am. She feels content with the amount of sleep she got and starts to wake up She brushes her hand through Chuck's hair and just lies there. She feels like she can just lay there forever thinking about Chuck's lips and how well he kisses. He always puts everything behind them, even when it is just a peck.
An hour goes by of Sarah playing with Chuck's hair, while Chuck's head lies softly on her lap. She searches for the funny animal shapes Ellie always said grew in it. She uses her imagination to find any animals as she searches carefully. She sees what could be duck. She immediately thinks of that lame excuse she told Ellie about Chuck being a duck. "Wow, that was horrible," she says to herself. She had to think of something on-the-spot and she explained it quite well. It was just an odd analogy. She shrugs it off and continues exploring for more animals.
She finds a lion and laughs. Chuck sure is Mr. Courageous, she thinks to herself. After she feels she has looked long enough, she gets out of the bed, placing Chuck's head carefully back to a comfortable position. She walks over to the chairs, straightening her clothes.
"Hey Sarah," Morgan pops in with some breakfast. She instantly turns around to see two Styrofoam boxes and a bag. "I got some pancakes. Chuck once told me you like them," he merrily answered as he placed them on the table. Sarah smiles at the thoughtfulness. This isn't her patented Chuck smile though. That is saved for Chuck and Chuck only.
"Oh, and some workout clothes," he awkwardly dangles the bag so she can see it. "It was not an easy task. I don't know what you wear when you workout so I hope these will suffice," he explains with the same awkward expression. She smiles at the gesture as she expects to at least stay fit while waiting.
"Thanks," she graciously says as Morgan looks at Chuck.
"So, no changes?" Morgan hopes for the best.
"Nope," Sarah drops her head slightly, feeling the depression settle in. Morgan notices her sadness and speaks up.
"Nothing pancakes can't solve," Morgan opens one of the boxes and hands her one. He then gives her a fork and knife. She smiles as she takes the food. "Don't worry, I didn't make this myself. It is safe for eating," he jokes as he hands some syrup packets to Sarah.
"It's okay," she chuckles at his joke. "I just wish there was a way or a sign of knowing that he is getting better," Sarah confesses between bites of food.
"If there's anything I learned from the last 22 years, he is an optimist," Morgan explains matter-of-factly. Sarah smiles as she remembers Chuck's optimism.
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I can't let them take Chuck without me saying goodbye. This is my fault that we didn't find the bugs earlier. He is now going to live in a bunker for the rest of his life. I might as well have just signed Chuck's death warrant .As I make it up the stairs, I see Chuck handcuffed and depressed. His shoulders are slumped and he looks helpless. "Longshore!" I yell to get both of their attention. Chuck immediately looks at me with a new found hope.
"Is there a problem agent Walker?" Longshore asks, obviously frustrated by my intrusion.
"Sarah, thank god you're here," Chuck rambles in desperation. "Listen, I don't want to go yet. I—" His voice is trembling with worry. I cannot let them take him. He is too innocent and doesn't deserve this.
"Casey is tracking the Fulcrum mole and he should have her in custody soon so we can hold off on the Chuck transfer for the time being," I explain as truthfully as possible. Hopefully Casey stops her in time.
"If there was a change in the operation, I would've been contacted," Longshore explains like a robot. "I have my orders."
"We don't have to do this, it's a judgment call," I am running out of ideas to persuade him to let Chuck go. He is just standing there in fear and hope. "Okay, we can just hold Chuck here until we know for sure."
"His cover was blown. He's gone," Longshore stays persistent. I cannot let this happen.
"No," I yelp in fear of losing Chuck. I quickly compose myself. "I'll take full responsibility. Chuck is my asset. He's my guy." I see Chuck looking at me with hope. "Just give us some more time, please," I plead. I have never begged for anything before. What did you do to me, Chuck? I need to stay strong and not show any emotions.
"I'd appreciate it," Chuck begs, "I really would." Longshore looks like he is at a crossroads. I need to persuade him a little more.
"Please don't do this," I reach for my gun. I will not let you take Chuck from me. He deserves a real life with real friends and a real job. None of this is his fault and I am not letting him live in a bunker.
"Okay, you got one minute," Longshore finally gives in. I really didn't want to have to aim my gun at him. I walk over to Chuck, while Longshore gives us some privacy. I look at Chuck; his face is stricken with panic.
"I'm not ready, Sarah," he confesses to me, "I'm not ready to disappear."
"No, I know," I don't know what I could possibly say here. I have never been in this kind of situation.
"I want you to talk to Ellie," his voice is flowing with emotion, "and to Morgan, and my friends, and…" he stutters, "…tell them, I don't know. If I'm supposed to be dead, just say something that will make it okay. That will make them feel alright."
I am nodding my head, not sure how to react. How could he be so calm about being locked away forever? How could anyone come to terms with that? He hasn't done anything wrong and he is alright with this?
"Just make sure they know how much I love them, you can do that right?" He finishes his ramble after a brief pause. I just want to break down and tell him that he can't leave me, but all I can do is nod. I need him now. "Of course you can, you're Sarah, you can do anything," he mumbles. Even when he is about to be locked away, he still compliments me.
"And hey," his voice sounds so optimistic," there's a silver lining to this too, you know? Because we're not working together anymore. Which mean,." Where is he going with this? I love working with him. "We can go on a date. You can come by my cell and we could hang out and tell me who the president is." He is too great. I cannot believe they are willing to lock the sweetest man in a bunker for doing nothing wrong. Even in these dark times, he can joke and make me laugh.
"And maybe, uh," he reaches out for my hands. I grab his with love and sorrow. "we could see how we really feel." Yes! I scream inside. I want to stay with you. I don't want you to leave.
"Times' up," Longshore interrupts before I could answer. He looks at me as I feel a tear flow down my face. He starts to walk away. I can't let him leave without any hope.
"Chuck!" I call his name. He turns around and looks so heart-broken. "I'll save you later," his sorrowful face immediately changes to hope and recognition. He starts to smile and nods slightly.
I still feel horrible for this. He didn't ask to be a government tool. He didn't deserve to be. He didn't want to be. I am going to miss him so much. He is the only person to eve make me feel appreciated. He would go out of his way to make me feel happy. It hurts so much to see him walk away from me. If I ever see him again, I am at least going on that date he wanted so badly.
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"He is an optimist," Sarah whispers in reassurance while looking down at the ground. Morgan looks at the tear drop from her face. He feels obligated to say something, but Sarah speaks first. "He never gave up on me, even after all the reasons I gave him," her voice gets louder, backed by emotion and heart warmth. "He should have given up on me a long time ago, but he never did." Morgan thinks about it and agrees with her.
"Same here," he lets her know. "I've given him so many reasons to stop being my friend and he always stays with me." Morgan awkwardly tries to lay his hand on her shoulder. He is not really sure how to react with her. "I remember when Starcraft first came out," Morgan reminisces over the past. "We were waiting outside the store twelve hours early." Sarah looks at him with her brow furrowed in confusion. Morgan notices it and clears the confusion, "it's a video game. You wouldn't know anything about it," Morgan explains while using arm gestures. "I kept complaining about waiting this long and he just kept telling me it would be worth it."
"Was it?" Sarah asks, now intrigued by the story.
"Definitely!" Morgan exclaims. "We played for days straight. It was some major male bonding," Morgan jokes. Sarah smiles slightly at his enthusiasm. "I always thought Chuck was lucky to have us, but we're lucky to have him," Morgan looks at Sarah, obviously mesmerized by her beauty, "well, he's still lucky to have you."
Sarah smirks, knowing exactly what he meant. "I think I am luckier than him, though." She holds Chuck's lifeless hand.
"Whoa!" Morgan exclaims. Sarah looks at him shocked. She thinks she might of done something wrong.
"What?" She immediately lets go of Chuck's hand.
"Wait," he looks very focused, "hold his hand again." She looks at him contemplatively and grabs Chuck's hand, not really sure where Morgan is going with this.
"Look!" He points at the heart rate monitor. It reads 63 beats per minute. "It just jumped from 60!" She looks back at Morgan.
"What does it mean?" She thinks about it.
"It must mean he can hear and feel us!" He stands up in surprise. Sarah's eyes open widely and she whispers into Chuck's ear.
"I love you so much. Please wake up. We all miss you," she whispers and then looks at the heart rate monitor. It reads 65 beats per minute. Morgan climbs around to the other side of Chuck and whispers into his other ear.
"Call of Duty?" He whispers in a tune. Sarah looks at Morgan, questionably. "Trust me; video games will wake him up." She just smirks at the ridiculousness of that statement.
"No offense to video games, but I think he cares more about friends and family," Sarah suggests.
"Probably, but there's no harm in trying," Morgan shrugs his shoulders as he walks towards the door. "Well, keep talking to him. I'll go ask Ellie and Awesome if it means something," he opens the door to leave.
"Alright, Morgan," she responds laughably as Morgan leaves. She goes back to sitting next to him, testing the heart rate monitor when she touches Chuck.
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I'm trying to get the story to pick up as you can tell. Let me know of anymore scenes that I haven't gotten into the story yet with a review. Because of Sarah's new-found hope, I am starting to use happier scenes from her. Let me know of any I can put in.