The new couple enjoyed a quiet feast of a breakfast together. Chuck sat in a folding chair and used a collapsible table to eat. Sarah although had the option of seating in her own chair, decided instead to sit in Chuck's lap. This elicited a fair number of questioning looks from Chuck, but he let it slide. After the meal, the happy couple walked into what had to be Sarah's room as it was the only one that was furnished.
"Okay Sarah, not that this wasn't nice or anything, but what is going on?" he blurted out. Her face fell at his words and a pang of sadness spread throughout his body. Both corners of her lips tilted downwards slightly, the twinkle in her eyes dimmed and her shoulders drooped just a fraction.
"I made a choice." Her tone was serious now; there was no hint of the playful Sarah from before. It was like talking to a whole new person. The tone she adopted was firm and solid; leaving absolutely no room for questioning.
"What do you mean you made a choice? I was supposed to get killed today and god damn it I am. "He said, matching her tone perfectly. He then stood up and headed for the door. Before he reached the door, Sarah stepped in front of him.
Her nostrils were flared and her eyes screamed, 'shoot to kill'. The ferocity in her look startled Chuck and he nearly stepped back. "I said I made a choice. From now on, I am going to be stuck to you like glue and if you even think of sneaking off while I'm not around, I am going to handcuff you to the bed for the next ten years!"
Chuck was definitely scared now, not for himself though, no matter how mad Sarah got she'd never hurt him. No, he was scared for her, she had given up everything for him, what if she came to regret it one day, this was a decision that was permanent. Chuck walked back to her bed and sat down, feeling its springs compress under his weight. Think logically Chuck, he thought.
If he did not show up for the 'appointment' today, General Beckman, whom already hated him, would assume that he chickened out. The next thing that she would assume is that he decided to go with the second option and live with either Casey or Sarah. Once she found out that he was not with Casey, she would assume that he was safe with Sarah. In other words, to save Sarah, he had to get word to Beckman now.
"Uhm…" Chuck looked sheepish as he asked this, hoping that his face wasn't too easy to read. "Since I'm staying here, maybe I could take a shower?" He looked up to see if Sarah had guessed his real intentions. All he wanted was some time alone; he needed to formulate a plan and to do that he couldn't have Sarah breathing down his neck every second.
She studied him for a few seconds before grabbing his hand and leading him to the second door in the corridor. "Yes…" Chuck cheered. The bathroom was tiled from ceiling to floor; there was a small sink with a mirror and a tap. One interesting thing was that the bathtub in the bathroom was huge; it could easily fit two people. "I guess she likes a big tub," He thought.
He proceeded to close the door only to find Sarah's extended foot blocking the door from closing completely. He raised an eyebrow questioningly and received a smirk in reply. The awkwardness of the room rose tenfold as Sarah's hands reached down tantalizingly slow towards the hem of her shirt…