I don't own Chuck
"He said we're to stay here for a few days until he finds a place for us to stay in Pueblo," Sarah told Chuck, coming back into the bedroom from the living room suite where she had been talking to Casey on the phone. Chuck nodded, sitting on the bed, typing on the computer. "What are you doing?"
"Doing searches on all Wayne Tisdales," Chuck told her. He raised his head to see the worry on her face. "Look, I'm not hacking anything, I'm running this through multiple…that look on your face says you don't understand anything I am saying."
"Is it safe?" Sarah asked. Chuck tilted his head, giving her a questioning look. "I'm not questioning your abilities, I just need to know, is it safe?"
"I didn't think you were," he replied softly. "Tell me something, if it were anyone else doing this, would you trust them at their word?" Sarah pressed her lips together and looked out the window. She turned back, and he was still sitting there, waiting.
"No," she answered softly.
"So you think I'm that good at what I'm doing?" Chuck offered.
"I have no idea," Sarah admitted.
"Then why, Sarah Walker, super spy agent, are you trusting me?" Chuck asked.
"Because I trust you," Sarah said, holding his gaze. "Don't blow it, Chuck, very few people have ever had my trust."
"I won't," Chuck said to her solemnly. "But I have to know something, if you don't know what I'm doing, how do you know I'm not bragging?"
An amused smile crossed her lips. "Because you don't brag, Chuck Bartowski. If anything, you undersell anything about you."
"Old trick from Star Trek," Chuck replied, grinning. She frowned, not getting the reference. "Scotty would always tell how awful things were and over sell the damage and time it would take to fix things."
"I don't think that's what you do at all," Sarah told him. She crossed the room, and stood right in front of him. He swallowed. He was sitting crosslegged on the bed, his laptop in his lap. She stood there, grinning, and bent down slowly, until their eyes were even. "I think for some reason you like to hide behind this thing you do where you cut yourself down. This self-depreciation."
He bit his bottom lip, and cleared his throat. "In the past…well, stuff has happened that makes me question my worth."
"Like Bryce Larkin getting you kicked out of Stanford?" Chuck nodded. "That was a terrible thing to do."
"It was," Chuck agreed. "And when you come home from Stanford, with nothing left, including your pride, and you go to work for a big box store…" he trailed off and shrugged. She moved and sat down beside him, gently lifting the laptop off of his lap, and placing it on the bed, away from them.
"In the short time I've known you, you have been nothing but kind, amazing, and just a good person," Sarah told him.
"I try," Chuck said with a shrug.
"I don't think you know how rare that is in my world…in the world at large," Sarah said, taking his hand. "I don't think you know what that can do to someone who has seen nothing but horror, and hate, and death, and destruction."
He took her free hand with his free hand. "Well, stick with me, and I'll show you what I can," Chuck said, grinning at her. She looked away shyly, and then turned back. "But, I'm guessing when this is over, you have other things you want to do."
"Yeah, I want to learn how to live a somewhat regular life, know anyone who can show me?" Sarah asked.
"Ma'am, I work at the Buy More, I haven't seen normal in years," he quipped. She giggled. "But," he continued, his voice lowering, nerves apparent. "If you're interested in someone to be your friend and help you live a normal life, I can do that."
"A friend?" Sarah asked.
"Yeah, someone you can talk to, share stuff with and they won't judge you," Chuck said with a shrug. "Someone you can tell the important stuff to, that may not be important to anyone else, but it is to you, and that's what counts."
"That sounds amazing," Sarah told him.
"So, we're stuck here for a few days," Chuck said. "Do you have any plans?"
"Not exactly," she told him. She took a deep breath. "Do you?"
"Well, actually yes," Chuck said. Sarah bit her bottom lip. He reached across her, and grabbed the laptop. "If we're going to be here, maybe it's time I start researching some of these people, and you have the privacy to deal with everything you need to." Chuck glanced down at the laptop and then back at Sarah. "I don't know if you know this, but it seems Casey sometimes fines emotions to be…well…he doesn't like to deal with them."
"No, he doesn't," Sarah agreed, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice.
"Also," Chuck continued, nerves spilling from his tone. "If you need someone to be there for you, you know, at night, with the nightmares, I am here…if you want me…that is…not that you need me…"
Sarah reached over, and took his hand, squeezing it. "I do," she admitted. "It could be a lot you know."
"I can handle it," Chuck told her, confidence in his voice. "You do what ever you need, cry, cuddle…whatever."
"Is that what a friend would do?"
"I would hope so," Chuck replied.
"Huh, that sounds like more than a friend," Sarah said. Chuck looked at her, confusion on his face. She darted in and her hand gently reached his face before her lips reached his. He made a noise that started out as surprise, and finished as a moan. She pulled away, her hand still on his cheek. "I hope that was okay."
"Yep," Chuck replied in a high pitched voice. "Totally."