Sarah came to with a startle. She found herself in a dark, dank room she suspected was in the basement of a building. Looking around, she saw only one other person in the room with her.
She was in a chair, her hands bound tightly to the arms. She instantly knew that her wedding ring, which she'd only worn for a matter of hours, was not on her finger anymore. She tried to hide the frantic feeling she felt as she searched the room with her eyes. That's when she caught sight of the gold band, sitting on top of a table. At least it was close.
The guard had now noticed she was awake, and stood in front of her.
"Where is my partner?" She asked in German.
He just smiled.
"Don't worry about him. We're going to have some fun."
Sarah fought the urge to roll her eyes.
He took her silence as acquiescence, and moved towards her. Reaching out his hand, she quickly realized he was trying to cop a feel of her breasts.
Grinning to herself, she realized these idiots had made a crucial mistake. They'd neglected to tie up her legs and feet.
As soon as he was within inches of touching her, she struck, using all the strength she had to kick him square in the balls. Howling in pain, he crumpled to the ground, balling up into the fetal position.
"You don't get to touch me," she snarled. "If I were you, I'd get up and run away as fast as I can."
"Why?" He was able to eke out through his pain.
"Because when my husband figures out where I am, nothing is going to stop him from coming for me," she smiled sweetly, belying the situation.
Chuck awoke from a slap to the face. Opening his eyes, he found himself face-to-face with a Gestapo officer. Like Sarah, he was in a dark room, tied to a chair.
Also like Sarah, he immediately knew he was no longer wearing his wedding ring. They had also taken it off and put it on a table.
"Where is she?" Chuck growled, not even bothering to try to say it in German or French.
The Nazi just smirked, angering Chuck further.
"If you tell me where she is, and let me go, I might not kill you," Chuck explained. "If you don't, I will kill you."
"I'm not the one tied to the chair," the officer replied in fairly good English. He followed up his statement by punching Chuck in the face.
Chuck just turned his head, spit some blood, turned back to look at the German, and smiled wide.
"You know, all you Nazi fucks punch like pussies."
That got exactly what Chuck was looking for. The Nazi reared back to lay a wide haymaker on him. Chuck used every ounce of strength within him to push himself backwards in the chair. This caused the punch to miss, and the German lost his balance, toppling down onto Chuck. They fell back, crashing down together. Chuck felt and heard the wood of the chair snap, his hands suddenly free of their bonds.
"And you're all idiots to boot," he muttered as he punched the Nazi square in the face.
Chuck didn't give him any time to recover. He quickly stood, lifted up his foot, and kicked him in the head, rendering him unconscious.
He collected the Nazi's weapons, consisting of his Luger pistol and his knife. Next, he went directly to the table he'd seen earlier, grabbing his wedding ring and forcefully shoving it back onto his finger. He sighed momentarily when he felt the weight of the gold.
Now, he had to find his wife. There was no telling what they were doing to her, although if he knew her at all, she wasn't making it easy for them. But they were married now, and if Chuck thought he was angry the first time she was captured, that was child's play. He was seeing red.
He carefully opened the door, and found the hallway empty. He was in a basement, that much was clear. He saw a number of other identical doors. More cells.
The first three he tried were empty. He was becoming more and more worried about Sarah.
The fourth door he opened revealed people. Chuck couldn't see who the prisoner was, as there was a German standing in front of them. The Gestapo was raising his hand to strike the prisoner, and that's when Chuck acted. He quickly moved behind the officer, clamping one hand over his mouth while he used his knife to pierce his jugular. The German slumped to the ground, seconds away from death.
"Fuck, it's you," Chuck grumbled.
The prisoner he'd just saved was Bryce.
"Untie me Chuck," Bryce said quickly. "Let's get out of here."
"Not without Sarah," Chuck shot back as he cut Bryce free. "And since you're here I assume they have Carina as well."
"It was probably your wedding that tipped them off," Bryce snorted as he searched the now-dead Nazi.
"Actually it was probably you going off-mission, showing up at Carina's trying to get Sarah to run off with you," Chuck snapped. "It doesn't matter. Help me get them out of here, Bryce."
"We need to save ourselves," Bryce retorted.
"Leave if you want," Chuck shrugged as he moved towards the door. "But I'm not going anywhere without Carina or Sarah. I'll be sure to tell Ike and OSS how helpful you were in my report."
"Fine," Bryce conceded, moving to back Chuck up.
They found Carina two doors down, thankfully alone.
"Hey guys," she grinned when they entered the room. "What took you so long?"
"Where's Sarah?" Chuck ignored her question.
"I don't know," Carina answered honestly as Chuck untied her. She stood up to join them. "Let's go find her."
It was tense as they moved silently down the hallway, checking rooms. Finally, there was only one door left, all the way at the end of the hall. Chuck had no idea how he was going to react to either scenario – if his wife was or wasn't in the room. He decided to not let his emotions cloud his judgement at this moment, and immediately kicked the door in.
The first thing he heard made him smile.
"I told you he'd come for me."
Sarah. She was there. She was still tied up to a chair, but she was grinning up at Chuck, nothing but love in her eyes. Scanning the room, Chuck saw who he presumed was Sarah's guard on the floor, whimpering in pain, clutching at his genital area.
"What happened to him?" Chuck motioned to the Nazi.
Sarah just shrugged.
"He tried to touch something that belongs to you."
Chuck didn't waste any time. While Bryce and Carina watched the hallway, he quickly untied Sarah. She leapt into his arms, kissing him all over his face before finding his lips. It was a heated kiss – both of them pouring emotion into it. Love, lust, but above all, relief. They were together again.
As soon as the kiss broke, Sarah reached over to the table and grabbed her wedding ring. She opened Chuck's palm and dropped it into his hand.
"Please put this where it belongs," she asked quietly.
Chuck grasped her left hand and gently slid her ring onto her finger, giving it a soft kiss after, just like they'd done at their wedding.
"Let's get out of here baby," she suggested. "This wasn't what I had in mind for our wedding night."
"Let's do something about that, Mrs. Bartowski," Chuck grinned. She couldn't help herself so she kissed him again.
She hadn't doubted him for a second. Granted, given a little more time, she was confident that she could've escaped herself and rescued Chuck. But deep down, she knew he was coming for her from the second she woke up. She'd told the Nazi as much, and she wasn't the least bit surprised when her brand-new husband didn't disappoint.
"Wait a sec," Chuck interrupted her thoughts, causing her to stop as they were about to go. He crouched down in front of the Nazi who was still writhing in pain.
"Do you understand English?" Chuck asked him.
The German just nodded.
"How many Jews have you murdered?"
The question caught the Gestapo officer off-guard. He didn't answer, but from the look on his face and in his eyes, Chuck knew. He knew this man had done unspeakable things to innocent people. Destroyed families. Taken lives. Killed women and children in cold blood.
"See my partner?" Chuck hooked a thumb to where Sarah was standing behind him. "Actually, she's my wife, so I think you can understand a little bit how angry I am. Anyways, I think there's something about her she'd like to tell you herself."
Sarah had no idea what Chuck was going to say when he crouched down, but she found herself almost unable to move. His touch on her wrist brought her back. He was holding out a Luger pistol for her. She took it, nodded, and crouched down the German.
"I'll speak in German so you understand me clearly," she told him.
He just nodded again, obviously terrified.
"I'm a Jew," Sarah simply said.
His eyes widened, his fear heightened. That made both Chuck and Sarah grin. This Nazi, who had been taught that Jews were sub-human, now found himself at the mercy of one. And she didn't look too happy.
"You're lucky," she continued. "I'm not going to kill you. But I'm letting you live for a reason. I want you to tell all your friends, all your silly little Nazi motherfuckers, that we're coming for you. We're going to destroy you, and we're not going to stop until we're in Berlin. Until your precious Fuhrer is dead. Until you've paid the price for what you've done. And know this. If I ever see your face again, I will kill you."
With that, she flipped the Luger around in her hand and hit him as hard as she could across the face with the butt of the pistol. He was out.
"Let's go," she said as she stood back up and took Chuck's offered hand.
Carina had found a rear exit from the basement that led directly to the street. Once they got outside, they saw that it was still the dead of night.
"We need to split up," Sarah declared. "Chuck and I are getting out of here. I'm sorry, but I can't tell you where we're going. I can't risk it."
"Sarah," Bryce tried to interrupt.
"Can it, Larkin," Carina said before Sarah or Chuck had a chance. "You can come with me or go off by yourself. I really don't give a shit."
Bryce nodded and moved towards her.
"Well, I guess this is it for now, Walker," Carina grinned.
"Carina," Sarah growled.
"Fine, fine. Goodbye, Mrs. Bartowski," she said much more softly as she wrapped Sarah in a hug. "Take care of her, Chuck." She wisely shook Chuck's hand, seeing the warning on Sarah's face.
As they all turned to go their separate directions, Chuck stopped. Sarah stopped with him, their hands laced together tightly.
"Bryce," he called out. Bryce stopped and looked at Chuck. "Thanks."
Bryce just nodded. With that, they turned and walked away.
"What now, Sarah?" Chuck asked after a few minutes of hurried walking, when they felt a little safer.
"We need to get out of the city," she answered. "At least for right now."
"Roger that," Chuck nodded. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, thanks to you. Again."
"Just doing my job," he smiled. "As your husband," he repeated what she'd told him earlier.
"Well, at least we have one hell of a story to tell our kids one day about the night their parents got married," Sarah grinned up at him in the moonlight, taking Chuck's breath away yet again. "But if you can get us out of Paris quickly enough, I'd like to add some parts to that story that our kids will never hear."
A/N: So, there was some more action. I hope it was good. I know the Chuck in this story is a little OOC and is willing to kill, but I thought it'd be pretty hard to write a story about WWII and not have it be pretty violent.
Please let me know if you guys are still enjoying this, or even reading it. The only way I'll know for sure is if you leave a review or send me a private message. So please do. I'm currently on lockdown, so I have ample time to write, and I find this story to be really fun to craft. But if nobody's reading it, there's kind of no point. So please, read and review!
