Ed. note: Thanks to everyone who's stuck with mundane moments this far. I very much appreciate the favorites and comments, especially the comments. I look forward to your input on this chapter and those to come.

...I've been writing story after story for my mundane moments series and haven't been able to finish any of them because… Well they just didn't feel right. I finally realized I was over complicating things and had to get back to my roots. I realized that mundane moments was about just that MUNDANE moments. So here's a quick piece I wrote to hopefully help me get back on track with this series.

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Chuck vs. the pool

Chuck flew gracefully through the water. Throwing both arms in front of him and pushing them back to propel him forward. Breaking the surface he silently drew in the cool night air. Brushing his feet up and down as if his toes were painting a delicate portrait.

Chuck loved swimming. He never got to do it much now that his life was Buy More, bullets, and bad guys. Unless, you count the time Casey and him fell 10 stories, tied to a chair, into the hotel pool, (which he doesn't) then Chuck hasn't swam since college and, even then, he didn't do it much. He always felt insecure next to Bryce who was on the swim team, along with the many other clubs he participated in.

Despite having been away from the activity for so many years, he still felt it's soothing powers. The way the water would flow past as he performed the butterfly, the way one little light under the water would make the entire pool glow, a stark contrast to dark night around him.

Chuck slowed his strokes and turned on his back to float. He looked up at the night sky above, more and more stars announcing themselves the longer he stared.

He wasn't used to this many stars. But, lack of city lights allowed more stars to shine through.

He took in a deep breath of cool summer night, wiggling his fingers in the water.

He knew he wasn't supposed to be here but, he had had a pretty upsetting week. What with the entire neighborhood being fulcrum. The worst part wasn't that. The worst part was that he actually fooled himself into thinking that Sarah and him could ever have a life together like the one they had created here in the suburbs.

Chuck sighed. He was going to put this weak behind him. Just enjoy the pool Chuck. You deserve it.

He paddled his arms behind him in a backstroke and let the water wash away his problems.

"Echem." A heel impatiently tapped the tile that lined the pool.

Chuck looked at the heel and traced the cough up the tall blonde that stood before him. He quickly retreated to a standing position within the pool. He felt a little exposed wearing his swimsuit in front of her. He didn't like to be immodest, even in the pool.

"Chuck I told you you couldn't come back here. What are you doing? Did you forget something?" Sarah's heel kept tapping.

"I just wanted to swim. We never got to use the pool." He explained.

"I thought I made it clear we weren't to come back here." Sarah chastised.

"Noooo." Chuck explained. "What I said was 'Hey! Want to swing buy the old neighborhood' and you said. 'Chuck it was just a cover.'" he did his best impression of Sarah's voice… and failed miserably. "and I said, albeit, a little defeatedly 'I know.' and you changed subjects. So you never technically 'banned' me from the house. If anything you almost implied it." Chuck shrugged, smiling triumphantly, clearly not affected by Sarah's demeanor.

"Also, what are you doing back if we're not supposed to be here?" He accused.

"Me? I uh- I just forgot something." She wiggled in her heels.

Chuck knew she was lying. He inspected her more closely and realised that her dress was a swimsuit cover. He quickly devised a plan. "Oh. Well help me out and I'll help you look for it."

Chuck extended his hand and she grabbed hold. "It's fine you don't have to Heeeelllppp!" She screamed as Chuck pulled her into the pool.

"What the heck Chuck?!" She spit water out of her mouth and wiped her eyes.

Chuck just laughed.

"Why did you do that?!"

"Oh please. Don't pretend like you're not here for the same reason I am. You're clearly wearing a bathing suit." He pointed at the white dress she was wearing, he could clearly see her swimsuit through the soaking fabric.

Sarah removed the cover and her heels and tossed them on the edge. "You caught me. But, I'm an agent so I have access. This is, strictly speaking, a crime scene. And you, Chuck Bartowski, are just a civilian so technically you're breaking federal law right now."

"Oh really?" Chuck teased.

"Oh yeah." She nodded with joking confidence.

"So are you going to arrest me then?" Chuck held out his wrists in mock.

Sarah looked at his wrists, they were bruised with blue and purple. "Chuck?! What happened?!" She exclaimed gingerly taking hold of his wrists.

"It's nothing." He tried to pull his wrists away but Sarah wouldn't let go.

"It's clearly not. Where'd you get these."

"It's uh… From the straps. When they had me tied to the chair in the fulcrum basement they had strapped me in pretty tight. Then when the images started flashing I was trying hard to get out. I guess I struggled too hard because the next day I had some pretty bad bruising." He explained.

Sarah took the worse of the two wrists in both of her hands, holding it with one and lightly tracing the markings with her other. "I'm so sorry." She whispered staring intently at the bruises she now felt responsible for.

"Don't be." He smiled, slipping his wrist out of her hand and taking her hands in his.

After an awkward silence he let her go. He went back to floating on his back on the pools surface. Sarah did the same. The two laid side by side looking up at the night sky.

"Beautiful isn't it?" She said looking at the stars.

Chuck looked at Sarah, breathing in the moment he agreed, "Very."

Sarah couldn't help but, feel like he was talking about her. Her cheeks suddenly felt warm.

Sarah started reaching towards Chuck to grab his hand but, the very loud and obnoxious 'Agent Walker' side of her brain was screaming to stop.

She started to retract her hand when Chuck grazed his pinky against hers. She waited for him to move his hand and apologize or something but, he didn't. He just kept his hand there, the sides of their pinkies touching.

Sarah didn't move her hand either.

They both took a deep breath and let the cool summer night sink in.