I need to give a shout out to esardi for being "Chucked" full of ideas; like my own personal Intersect.
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Chuck takes Sarah back to his apartment to nurture her. The car ride home was quiet as Sarah just holds onto his right hand tightly for the whole drive. She is quite tired after the events of the last twenty four hours.
When they get to his apartment, she insists on taking a shower after being locked in that warm, musty van for hours. After she steps out of the warm welcoming shower, she stares at her wet nude body in the mirror. Her eyes are drawn to the bluish-yellow area of her abdomen; acting like a focal point of her whole body; giving it emphasis over her features. She slowly glides her hand over it and feels the multiple hills where each punch struck. She wraps a towel around her body and walks into Chuck's room.
Chuck jumps from his seat startled; he can never get used to seeing her gorgeousness. "Hi," he smiles brightly at her. Her angelic golden hair is darkened from the residual dampness.
"I kind of don't have any clothes here," she shyly tells him with a small smile.
"Oh… Oh!" Chuck shakes off the stupor of staring at her beautiful makeup-less face. He steps into his closet and pulls out one of his larger shirts. "Does this shirt work?" He asks. She nods with a smile because she loves wearing Chuck's clothes because the smell reminds her of him. "Are boxers okay? I don't really have any panties on hand as they aren't really my style."
"Those are fine," she giggles, but regrets it immediately after as her bruised stomach sends pain through her nerves and she groans audibly.
"Are you alright?" Chuck steps up to her.
"I'm fine. Took a few licks to the stomach," she states nonchalantly as she takes the clothes from him. She quickly drops the towel and throws the shirt over her body. Chuck gets a brief glimpse of her wholly naked body, but his eyes are drawn to that focal point of bruising on her battered abdomen.
"No you're not," he says defiantly as he examines the bruising closer and pulls her shirt back up to glide his hand over the bruises. "Let me get you some ice," Chuck starts for the door, but Sarah grabs his hand.
"Please don't. I'll be fine," she pleads with a pouty frown and a soft voice. "I've been through worse," she says as disarming as possible as he won't let her put the boxers on. She's standing there with her privates brimming out the bottom of the shirt. His eyes soften to sadness as he thinks of her being harmed. She steps back and slides on the loose boxers that barely stay around her thin waist. "I just want to sleep in your arms tonight Chuck. Can I do that?" She has the most pleading pout Chuck has ever seen and it is already hard enough to say no to her, but the puppy dog eyes is overkill and he cannot even think coherently any word but yes.
"Yea, of course, obviously," he stammers as he pulls the blanket down so she can slide into the bed. She slips her supermodel-like toned legs in and slides to the far side. The comfort from the blankets and the smell make her feel at home instantly. Chuck follows her in and pulls the blanket back up to her neck. She snuggles into his side and lays her head on his chest. His arms find their way around her and she feels the safety and comfort they entail as she relaxes her entire body to form against him.
"Chuck?" She asks softly after a minute of enjoyable silence.
"Hmm?" He unconsciously responds.
"I was scared tonight," she says as if she is embarrassed. "I was scared I lost you."
"That's okay," he comforts her with a soft hand roaming her back gently. "I was scared too when I got the call that you were captured."
"It's not okay," she argues with a quick flare of anger as she sits up and stares into his eyes. He can see the fiery passion behind the vast oceans in her eyes. "I'm a spy and I'm supposed to be fearless, but I wasn't," she drops her head back onto his chest sadly as her voice becomes soft and somber. "This is the first time I've ever actually thought of losing something and how much it would destroy me. I was afraid I would never see you again," her voice wavers emotionally as she feels the tears starting to form. "I was distracted and I can't be."
Chuck doesn't know what to say. This is mostly his fault, but how could he make her feel better? He pulls her closer to him. He felt the same way on every mission they went on. She is the only reason he left the car so often because if something were to happen to her and he was just sitting in the car and doing nothing, it would kill him and he would blame himself. "I love you Sarah," he kisses the top of her head. "You must be exhausted. You should sleep."
"Kay," she hugs her chest to his side; being careful of her stomach. He turns to look at her and wraps his arms around her; afraid to lose her if he lets go. She revels in his warmth and entwines her legs with his. "Love you," she murmurs softly as she lets her eyelids close and lets the warmth of Chuck lull her to sleep.
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A loud alarming siren abruptly awakes the lovers in their much needed slumber. Sarah lightly hits Chuck on the stomach. "Turn it off!" She whines like a child through her drowsy voice and sleepy eyes. "I wanna sleep!" She continues to hit him lightly as he reaches out and starts hitting the off button on his alarm.
"I'm trying!" Chuck complains in cries as he starts hitting the button more forcibly as his frustration is tested without wanting to open his eyes and check on the alarm clock because he is tired.
"Where's my throwing knife?" Sarah asks as if there is no hope for turning off the alarm as she reaches under the pillow to feel nothing but bedding.
Beckman, who has been watching them for the last thirty seconds through the television, exaggeratedly drops a single finger on a button on her desk and the ringing alarm instantly stops.
"Finally," Chuck sighs loudly as he slides back into the bed comfortably; thinking he was successful in turning off the alarm.
"Thank you," Sarah snuggles into his side as she throws the blanket over her head.
Beckman states loudly, "Mister Bartowski."
Chuck hesitantly opens one eye to see Beckman occupying what should be matte black and absent of anything but the reflection. "General Beckman?" Chuck sits up quickly as he sees her on the television screen. Sarah hides under the blanket although she knows she's been caught. "What… How... Wh… How are you on my TV right now? I thought you guys got rid of that equipment."
"We're the government. We can hack into anything," Beckman states with slight smugness.
"Good point," Chuck curtly nods. "Did you need Sarah for debriefing last night's mission?" The mass underneath the blanket to Chuck's left transforms randomly. "Ow!" Chuck grabs his left thigh as he comically cries in pain. "Dead leg, dead leg," he stammers as he rocks back and forth in pain.
"Agent Walker," Beckman states demandingly. Sarah slowly peeks her head out of the blanket with a small sheepish smile on her face.
"Hello General," she sheepishly smiles at Beckman. Beckman's stare slowly forms from impassive to anger.
"You are looking good this fine morning General," Chuck rambles to try to lighten her mood as he detects the anger forming inside her. "Is that a new hairstyle? I know that's a new American flag pin on your lapel."
"Enough," Beckman barks. "I want to see you in Castle in twenty minutes, *Agent* Walker."
"Yes ma'am," Sarah nods shamefully just before Beckman dematerializes from the screen.
"We're in trouble, huh?" Chuck looks over at Sarah with a tightlipped smile.
"I am," she pulls the blanket back over her head.
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Sarah walks into Castle to see it totally empty. Her first thought is why she couldn't just have the debriefing at Chuck's. She could definitely spend more time in bed with him. A small grin forms on her face before she realizes that she may not be able to see him again; the smile dropping instantly.
Sarah sits down at the vacant table and wipes her face down in uncertainty. She knows this is gonna suck, but she has to face the music. She presses a few keys on the keyboard and Beckman appears. "General," Sarah nods.
"Agent Walker," Beckman greets back with another expressionless stare. "Do I look like your friend? Do you think my orders are optional?"
"No ma'am," Sarah bows her head in shame.
"You will not make a mockery of my orders!" Beckman barks angrily. "You're lucky the Intersect is malfunctioning or I'd have you thousands of miles from Los Angeles in a heartbeat!" Beckman pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs. "Is Bartowski worth disobeying orders?"
"Yes," Sarah lifts her head confidently. "He's worth every second."
Beckman studies Sarah's serious and confident attitude and realizes that there is no convincing Sarah to leave Chuck. "Bartowski's worth that much to you," Beckman states more than asks.
"Yes," Sarah confirms with the same confidence.
"I'm going to need you to file your mission report and details on Cruz's capture," Beckman relinquishes.
"Yes General," Sarah wants to smile because she thinks she won, but holds it in until Beckman disappears off the screen. A giant smile breaks out on Sarah's face and she feels the need to call Chuck and tell him that there may be a chance that they can be together.
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Chuck worriedly paces back and forth in his room. He is worried and just imagines the conversation between Sarah and Beckman. He can see Beckman reassigning Sarah to Bulgaria or some country on the whole other side of the earth. "Mister Bartowski," Beckman's voice booms into the room.
"Huh?" Chuck jumps in fear as the voice startled him. He looks at the television to see General Beckman staring at him intently. "You really have to stop just appearing like that," he is tired of being startled every time she appears.
"Close the door," she orders; ignoring his plead. Chuck complies and closes the door and sits on his bed.
"Where's Sarah?" Chuck asks worriedly. "It was my fault. I contacted her. Don't punish her for my mistakes."
"I admire your chivalry but she is not in trouble…" Beckman pauses for a long five seconds. Chuck feels like he is being studied like a cadaver at a medical school. He can just imagine being poked and prodded by a bunch of doctors. "… as long as you agree to help the Government."
"Wha…" Chuck doesn't know what to say. He is confused and shocked. "What do you mean?" His untraceable phone rings and he reaches for it.
"Let it ring," Beckman advises.
"But it's Sarah," Chuck pleads.
"Leave it," Beckman demands. Chuck reluctantly lets the phone go to voicemail.
"I'm no spy. I know it; you know it. How can I possibly help the government?" Chuck demands curiously.
"You've kept in contact with your father, Orion—" Beckman slowly starts to smirk smugly as a plan forms in her head.
"Orion's dead," Chuck states seriously; remembering his Dad's statement to Bryce.
"We both know that's not true," Beckman retorts skeptically. Chuck watches her intently for what she is going to say next. "Your father was a great asset to this country. We can use his knowledge on the Intersect."
"No!" Chuck almost shouts.
Beckman lifts up a folder in her hand. "This file I have here is all the papers needed to reassign Agent Walker to Rome, Italy." Chuck's eyes dart to the folder frantically as his lips curl into a shape that says no. "They are in need of female agents and Agent Walker is the best. She'll do *whatever* it takes to get the mission done."
"You wouldn't—" Chuck is appalled by Beckman extorting him.
"Oh, but I would. Italian men are much more liberal with their greetings," Beckman smirks evilly. "And her new leader would be Daniel Shaw."
"Who?"
"Here's what his fellow agents said about him," Beckman smirks as she reads bullet points off a list. "Great agent. Knows how to keep his partners satisfied." Chuck cringes at the thought. "He's quite the looker and knows how meet a female agent's needs." Chuck feels anger boiling inside him. "Wouldn't mind keeping him on my team—"Beckman does feel bad blackmailing Chuck; she doesn't want to admit it but he has grown on her; but the country is in need of Stephen Barrtowski's skills more than her being honorable.
"No!" Chuck imagines what it would be like and it reminds him of his worst nightmare; Sarah being with another man. "Please don't!" Chuck feels defeated as tears threaten him.
"Then let me speak with your father," Beckman demands.
"I, I can't promise that he'll accept but I'll talk to him," Chuck frighteningly gives in. He cannot lose Sarah. "Just don't reassign her."
"That's all I'm asking," Beckman lets the good in her prevail as she calms down slightly. "I expect a call from him by tomorrow," Beckman holds her evil smirk until she ends the feed. The smirk immediately drops into a disgusted frown. She has always played by the rules and believes that she has gained her position with absolute legitimacy. She shakes her head telling herself that this has to be done; no matter how ugly it is.
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Sarah furrows her brow when Chuck didn't pick up the call. She really wants to dive into his arms and tell him the good news but she cannot get the odd thought for why Chuck didn't pick up his phone. It's his day off and he has no reason to not answer the phone; maybe he was in the bathroom. She decides she'll just go back and talk to Chuck and tell him the great news in person. She definitely would enjoy seeing the look on his face.
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Sarah arrives at Chuck's complex and steps in through the Morgan door to see Chuck talking on his phone while his back is to her. She listens quietly to the one side of the conversation.
"I'm such an idiot, Dad," Chuck thrashes his arm against the door; making a loud bang.
"How could I've let this happen?"
"She wants to recruit you back in!" Chuck nearly shouts. Sarah's eyes widen. Can Chuck really be talking about Beckman?
"She threatened to reassign Sarah to Rome! With this super-agent named something Shaw! You know how much I care about her," his voice wavers with emotion.
"Yes, that's his name."
"Oh god," Chuck cries out fearfully, "that's not good. Why did you have to tell me that?"
"I know she's just taking advantage of my emotions. What do I do? If I tell her you said no, then I'm gonna lose Sarah forever."
"Don't do this because of me, Dad. I don't think I can live with knowing that I forced you to work for them again!"
"Alright. Thank you Dad. I'm sorry for this. I've screwed everything up," Chuck's voice is despondent and sad. Sarah's heart is quickly breaking at the tone of his voice and the slump in his shoulders. She hates seeing him sad and two years of breaking his heart is bad enough that he doesn't deserve this. Chuck hangs up the phone and tosses it on the bed. He rubs his hands down his face in frustration.
"Chuck?" Sarah's voice is quiet and hesitant. Chuck turns around to see Sarah's worried expression. Chuck's eyes are slightly puffy and red as he was on the verge of tears. "I'm not letting Beckman take me away from you," she states with conviction. "There's no way I'm going to Rome unless you're there and it's a vacation," a small smile graces her beautiful face as she can just imagine a night in Italy with Chuck; Vatican City, making love, The Coliseum, making love, sleep, making love, The Trevi Fountain, making love, all in that order.
"I don't know what to do though," Chuck expresses his worries as Sarah takes him into her arms; his head nestled in her chest comfortably. "I don't want to feel responsible for my Dad being slaved back into the spy world."
"We won't let Beckman win," Sarah declares with conviction. "I love you too much to see you like this."
"I love you too," he cuddles into her arms and kisses her cheek.
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Boom! Another chapter! I hope you enjoyed it. Beckman forced to play the bad guy, but Sarah, Chuck, and Stephen aren't giving in without some kind of fight. Will Shaw be in this story or not?
Some randomness but still cool. In my older story Chuck Versus the New Enemy, I had two of the Gretas (Stacy Keibler and Isaiah Mustafa) as two agents working together. What do you know? The same actors are partnered in the next episode of Chuck. I swear the creators steal us writers' ideas without telling us lol.
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