Thank you for the essay, chucksara4ever. I'm just kidding but you gave me some great ideas, so thank you. Also thank you, jinxed97 for making me feel popular.
I do not own Chuck.
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Sarah grabs another slice of pizza. Her mind is slowly calming down and the pain she feels for Chuck is slowly easing. She slides the chair closer to Chuck and whispers into his ear. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know I meant that much to you. No one has ever cared about me so much." She can feel the tears forming and quickly calms herself and sits back down. All she wants to think about is Chuck being happy as she munches on her pizza.
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Chuck came by my room to have lunch. He is too nice. I feel bad for how I treated him earlier. I was just so angry about my past. He was so easy-going about it, though. He never forced me to tell him anything and he kept reassuring me everything would be alright. I think it usually goes the other way around in the whole asset-handler situation, but it was nice to feel cared for.
He pulls out a raw hamburger and hands it to me to stop the swelling on my face. "Isn't that supposed to be a raw steak?" I laugh at the sweet gesture.
"Not on a Buymore salary, thank you very much," he jokes. "I did, however, scrape together enough cash to get you a cooked one as well," he reaches into the bag and pulls out a wrapped burger and holds it as if he is taunting me. "Medium rare with…" I am almost salivating of thought if he got it exactly how I like it.
"Extra pickles?" I ask as he says the same words more reassuring.
"Come on. Who do you think you're dealing with here," he sounds so confident. This is such a sweet gesture. I can feel my cheeks as I beam a smile of appreciation.
"Well, I never doubted you," I playfully respond, "Special Agent Charles Carmichael."
"I guess the big secret about you is that you used to be just a typical high school student," he exhales with relief. "I wish I knew what happened to change that."
After remembering about my father being arrested and Graham "saving" me, Chuck brings me back to reality.
"Sarah Walker? Hello?" He asks, trying to get my attention. He deserves to know a little about me. I know all about him.
"Fine, I'll answer one question about my past," she smiles to him, "you earned that much." I am actually a little fearful what he is going to ask. Maybe this was a bad idea. Is he going to ask me my name? Where I was born? Who my first crush was on? He looks deep in thought, which makes me a little more scared. He is going to ask something huge. I try to stay calm and show him it is alright.
"No thanks," he says as he looks at me. I am shocked by his answer. He doesn't want to know about me anymore? It is very relieving though. "I don't need to know, not about who you were," he explains with sincerity, "as much as you don't think so, I know who you are…" He knows how to please me so easily. He cares more about my comfort than his own objective to learn about me. "… A girl I'd like to share a cheeseburger with," he smiles at me. His smile is so reassuring. I feel safe when I see it.
I can feel his eyes burrowing into my soul. I feel like he is saying "Let me in. I won't hurt you. I promise." I want to let him in so badly but I can't. I am paralyzed by his gaze. Thankfully, he breaks it off.
"Should I get a knife? I got a knife," he finally allows me to move again.
"That won't be necessary," I happily respond before he could get up. I pull out a knife hidden under my pant leg. I hand it to him and he grins.
"That's awesome… and a little disturbing," his jokes always penetrate the emotional walls I built. I cannot stop my laugh from coming out. "This is gonna be messy," he says to himself as he measures up the burger. "You want the big half or small half?" I lean in closer. I can totally kiss him right now for being so caring.
"Big half," I say as I look at him as innocent as possible. He looks at me and laughs.
"You know I can't deny that face," he says as he starts cutting the burger in half. Juices flow everywhere as he tries his best to cut the burger with the knife. That knife was not meant to cut burgers so he struggles and I laugh at his misfortune. He looks up at me, pretending to be scared.
"Let me see that," I steal the knife from his hand and laugh. I slice the burger in one fluid motion.
"How did?" He stutters in shock.
"Practice," I joke as he hands me half of the burger. He beams a smile at me and I return it.
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Sarah now wants a medium-rare burger and extra pickles on it. She smiles thinking how salivated she is getting over the thought of a burger. She eats another slice and lays in the chair in satisfaction.
She sits there for a good thirty minutes as she starts to fall asleep. She looks at the clock and it reads 9:23 pm. She sighs and lifts herself out of the chair. She tiredly makes her way next to Chuck and lies on the bed. She admires him for a few seconds and then poses a question to Chuck. "Remember when you asked if I love you?" She whispers.
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I need to tell Chuck about the mission. I open the door to his place to see Morgan tied up with game controllers and Chuck sitting on the ground against the wall. "What is happening?" I ask with shock and confusion.
"Hey Sarah," Morgan tries to speak to me while tied up on the ground. "Chuck's in a, a bit of a low spot."
"Um," I look at him and he grins slightly. "Yea, yea, I see that." Why is he so down?
"He found out your leaving with Shaw and he's also eaten an entire carton of sugar-free mint ice cream, concerning well, when you factor in the large assumption of whiskey," Morgan explains as I cut him loose. "Thank you," he says as he gets up.
"Morgan, will you leave us please," I ask so I can cheer Chuck up.
"I forgive you," Morgan claims as he walks away. I study Chuck to see how to approach his depression. "Great! Now I hate this song!" Morgan exclaims in annoyance. I disregard it and turn my attention back to Chuck.
"Okay, uh," he starts to explain, but before he does he hides the whiskey from me. "I know what I look like," he says lethargically. "The mint ice cream sobered me up pretty good." I cannot help but smile at his joke. Maybe it will make him feel better. Is he really drowning his sorrows in whiskey because of me? He cares that much about me?
"Chuck, it's okay," I try to make him feel better.
"No, it isn't," he whines. He swallows deeply and acts serious. "I thought I could save you." I look at him, worried. "I thought Shaw was bad and I was gonna save you and we were gonna be together but that didn't happen," he sounds so miserable.
"Shaw's a good spy," I inform him. He immediately reacts and makes question talking about Shaw. It probably wasn't the best idea.
"I get it, okay? I think everybody gets that Shaw is amazing," he seems so sick of hearing that. I just want to hug him and tell him everything will be alright. "You two are gonna run off together and save the world… And that's great news for the world." I am not sure how to handle this. I want to stay with Chuck. I love him. "But earlier on in my… drunken haze, I realized that I hadn't asked you a question, a really important question." I try to slow my breathing, ready for what he asks. Just say yes. It is not hard. "I'd like to ask you now, if that's okay." Here it comes. Just say yes. He looks deep into my eyes and says, "Just once, for the record. Sarah, do you love me?"
I need to tell him how I feel. I definitely love him. What if he hurts me like he did in Prague? That was too devastating to live through again. Is he still the same guy I fell in love with? Yes, I love you. I always have. Why am I not saying this out loud? I can feel my mouth open but my voice disappears. Yes! I love you so much!
He looks down in defeat. Please don't give up on me now, Chuck. "Wow, I'm in my underwear," he sounds so defeated. "I'm sitting in my underwear, holding a plastic guitar," he announces to the room, still sounding defeated and depressed. Why can't I just say it? It is so simple. One damn word! "There's a really good chance that I am making a complete fool of my self, isn't there?"
It isn't too late. Just say it, please. Why am I struggling so much with this. Damn my stupid emotional walls!
"Yes," I finally say. I felt like I might give myself an ulcer.
"I should probably put some pants on," he mumbles in sorrow. He didn't hear my answer.
"No, Chuck," I look at him with determination. "Yes," I say with conviction and love. It came out so much easier this time. He looks at me surprised.
"Wha-wha-what?"
"I fell for you a long, long time ago," It is so relieving to say. "After you fixed my phone and before you starting defusing bombs with computer viruses. So yes," I smile to him. "Yes." He looks like he finally understands as his face softens and he smiles. I missed him so much.
I slide closer to him and gently hold his cheek as I kiss him. I missed kissing him so much. I love his soft, giving lips. I look at him for a reaction. He slowly starts to smile. I press my lips against his with all my emotion. I close my eyes and let him take me. He holds my head for a second before releasing the kiss. I am so confused. Why would he do that?
"Wait, wait, what about my red test?"
"Casey told me, he told me that he killed the mole and you couldn't do it and it was the best news I had ever heard because it means that you haven't changed, you're still Chuck…" he grins at me. "You're still my Chuck," I happily admit as he smiles brightly. It feels so good to see that smile. It just brings happiness and laughter to me. It is so relieving to finally tell him something I've wanted to say for years.
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"You remember?" Sarah whispers into Chuck's ear. "You're still my Chuck and you always will be," she hugs him as a tear of happiness drips down her face. She comfortably pulls Chuck's arm around her and fits herself tightly next to him. She immediately falls asleep, embraced by his warmth and love.
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I hope everyone is enjoying this and have been rewatching those Chuck Season 3 DVDs you all bought, right? I can't really say much because I haven't bought them yet. I am too poor to buy them, but not too poor to get reviews for my story.