Hey everyone! Thank you all so much for your great reviews. I realize some of you have had more than enough angst lately, but I still feel that my story needed the angst I've come up with. You need angst to get to those fluffy nice chapters. This chapter is a little bit angsty at first. But then it gets better. Consider yourselves warned!

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Chapter 10

Sarah stretched and yawned. She got out of bed and put on pajama shorts and one of Chuck's t-shirts. Chuck didn't know but she had "stolen" it from him one time when she had spent the night at his place and she needed something to sleep in. Of course she had washed it several times after that but she swore she could still smell Chuck when she wore it.

Sarah went out into the living room. Chuck wasn't there.

"Well, he's up early." She muttered to herself making her way into the kitchen. Chuck wasn't there either. Odd. She thought walking towards the bathroom. It was empty.

"Chuck?" She said in a normal voice. Nothing.

"Chuck!?" She yelled as she started towards the door. She went outside and walked once around the cabin. There was no sign of him. She went inside and found his phone still sitting on the coffee table.

"Where are you?" She whispered. Had he gone over to Morgan and Anna's cabin? She grabbed her own phone and went over to the cabin next door. She knocked but there was no answer. She knocked again. Still no answer. She felt the panic coming on now. She looked around. She couldn't even see the next cabin as theirs were very secluded.

Sarah went back to her cabin and looked at the couch were Chuck had been sleeping. The sheet and pillow were still there. There was a glass of water on the table, half empty. It all seemed fine. But where was he?

She thought for just a second to call the nearest team for assistance. Maybe they knew something. Maybe the general had changed her mind and had ordered a team to take Chuck back home.

Or maybe Chuck had just decided he didn't want to stay at the cabin with Sarah anymore. And after last night she couldn't blame him. Once again she hadn't given him a proper answer.

"What have I done? What am I going to do now?" Sarah asked herself. She could feel the lump in her throat getting bigger and bigger. When did I become so emotional? She thought. What if he never wants to talk to me again? What if I never get to see him again? But wait, his phone is here. He never goes anywhere without his phone. Sarah was walking outside again. Sitting down on the front porch steps. Is he in trouble? Has someone taken him when I was sleeping? I've failed. All these bad thoughts were rushing through her brain as she brought her knees up and rested her forehead on them. She felt one single tear run down her face.

She had been sitting there for about five minutes when she heard voices in the distance. She looked up but couldn't see anyone. "I'm hearing things too now." She sighed looking down at her knees again.

Then she heard the voices again and this time they were very close. She looked up and saw Chuck and Morgan coming around the corner of Morgan and Anna's cabin. They were talking and smiling and each one had a white plastic bag in their hand.

When they spotted Sarah Chuck stopped in his tracks. He could see the tearstained face of one Sarah Walker looking at him.

Sarah caught her breath as her eyes connected with Chuck. She was up on her feet in a second and ran as fast as she could. When she reached Chuck she flung herself into his arms, holding on to him for dear life.

"Chuck." She whispered against his ear. He could hear the trembling in her voice and the small sniffle that escaped her.

"Sarah, what?" Chuck started but was cut off by Morgan.

"Someone has been missed. I think I'll go inside and see if my little bathing duck is ready for her breakfast." Morgan announced.

"Later dude!" He said leaving Chuck and Sarah to themselves.

Sarah was still hugging Chuck to her. Chuck still held on to the bag but had wrapped his arms around her now stroking her back with one hand. He could still feel her shaking a little.

"Sarah, what's the matter?" He asked pulling back a little holding on to her shoulders.

"You were gone…" She simply said looking down at the ground.

"Morgan and I went to get breakfast. Didn't you see my note?" He asked tilting his head slightly to one side to try and get a better look at her face.

"No, what note?" Sarah said with a little pout to her voice.

"I left you a note on the kitchen counter telling you where I went."

"I didn't see it. You didn't take your phone with you." Sarah stated.

"I know, I forgot it." Chuck said.

"You never forget you phone." Sarah replied. Chuck reached up and put a finger under her chin bringing her face up so that she would look at him. He could see that her eyes were beginning to get red and she drew in a shaky breath as his eyes locked with hers.

"Sarah. I'm sorry I forgot my phone, but the Intersect is safe. You don't have to worry about it." He saw a new tear running down her face.

"It wasn't the Intersect I was worried about." She said and turned around and walked back inside their cabin.

Chuck wasn't far behind. He closed the door after him and sat the bag down on the coffee table. Sarah was sitting on the couch he had been sleeping on. Her t-shirt caught his eye and he wanted to smile. But Sarah didn't seem to be in the mood for one of his smiles now as she reached over and grabbed his pillow clutching it to her. He sat down beside her and looked at her.

"Were you worried about me?" Chuck asked.

"Yes, of course I was. I didn't know where you were. You left your phone. I thought…" Sarah trailed off shaking her head.

"You thought what Sarah?" Chuck reached out and took her hand in his.

"I thought you were gone…" She whispered.

"Like dead?!" Chuck burst out.

"No! Like gone home. Left me here." Sarah said not looking at him.

"Sarah I would never leave you. Why would you think that?"

"Because of last night."

"What about last night?"

"We had a fight." Sarah said finally looking at him again.

"You call that a fight?" Sarah nodded. Chuck sighed before he grabbed both her hands and turned fully towards her.

"Sarah, listen to me. I'm sorry about last night. I guess… First of all I was a little confused and hurt maybe. Second, I wasn't sure if I should… If you wanted to share…" He couldn't seem to find the right words so he chuckled a little.

"I'm sorry I hurt you." Sarah said cupping his face with her hand and stared into his eyes. He could see that she was telling the truth.

"It's alright. It's just that back in the suburb… We're friends aren't we?" Sarah could see the hope in his eyes. If you only knew. She thought to herself.

"Of course we're friends." She finally got the chance to tell him more of the truth she wanted him to know.

"I was wrong back then, Chuck. I shouldn't have been so quick to dismiss your idea. I guess we could have spent another night at the house. I have no excuse other than that the agent in me took over."

"Yeah, it seems to do that sometimes." Chuck had a sad smile on his face. Sarah ran a finger across his cheek and he closed his eyes for a moment just happy to have her near. As he opened his eyes he saw that Sarah was almost smiling at him.

"I see you found my t-shirt." Chuck stated and plastered on a full bright smile when he saw her blushing.

"I'm sorry I took it. I wanted to wash it for you when I had borrowed it and I just forgot to give it back to you. I'll clean it when we get home and you can have it back." Sarah said looking down at the simple light blue t-shirt.

"That's alright. You keep it. It looks better on you anyway." He smiled at her and looked a little surprised when Sarah leaned against him urging him to hold her close. She draped her arms around his waist and sighed when she felt him pulling her closer.

She chuckled when she heard his stomach growling and looked up at him.

"You were saying something about breakfast?" Chuck smiled at her and grabbed the bag on the table.