I don't own Chuck

"That wasn't what I was expecting," Chuck admitted as she pulled away from him, her eyes searching his.

"I've got a lot of emotions I'm dealing with inside, Chuck," Sarah told him. "I don't do emotions well."

"I haven't noticed," Chuck replied. She gave him a look. Chuck cleared his throat. "Listen, while I would love to have a talk about us, and that, and…well…us, I need your help."

"Do you?" Sarah asked, making Chuck give her a questioning look. "You've got Beckman impressed, hell you've impressed Casey, so…I mean this. Do you need me?"

"Always," Chuck said quickly, his hands gently holding her arms. "I haven't been doing this by myself, you laid the groundwork for so much of this. I've followed your trail. I've done everything I thought you would do if you had these skills."

"How the hell did you know about my safe houses?" Sarah asked. Chuck pressed his lips together and furrowed his brow. "Wait," she said, her tone softer, her hand on his arm now. "I'm not mad, I just didn't know anyone knew about these, and for it to be in the Intersect…"

"It wasn't," Chuck told her. She gave him a questioning look. "Bryce was in the Intersect."

"Do what now?" Sarah asked.

-ooooo-

One week ago

"Charles, what have you done?" Stephen muttered, watching the worm Charles had created make it's way into Volkoff's computer systems. Stephen sat back and thought about the implication of what had just happened. He was finally in, and had a doorway. Charles had given him an idea, but he wasn't one hundred percent sure it would work.

Removing the Intersect from Charles had been simple enough, so theoretically he could remove Volkoff from Henry. The Intersect had been loaded into Charles from a computer screen so the removal could be done the same way. It would take some time, and it would be risky, but maybe it was time to take a risk.

-ooooo-

Now

Chuck had methodically explained everything that had happened that Sarah had not known about since he had uploaded the Intersect. He answered every question and even some she hadn't asked. Chuck knew she wasn't happy with him, but was she mad, that was the question.

"Would you like some vegetable soup?" Chuck asked Sarah. She turned toward him, an amused look on her face. "I made a lot of it, and it's just me here…now…not that Bryce ever ate anything, it's just I wasn't quite sure how to portion things, and-" he quit talking as her hand took his. "Thank you," he said softly. "I wasn't sure you'd come."

"I wasn't sure you wanted me," Sarah told him, hurt in her eyes. "I thought you had run off to be a solo super spy."

Chuck cleared his throat. "I needed to get away from the CIA and NSA and make them think I was gone," Chuck replied. "I admit, I should have told you, but…I was afraid you'd either try to talk me out of it or we'd be overheard."

Sarah didn't say anything, she just nodded, listening. Chuck swallowed. "Bryce wanted me to go it alone…if it was Bryce….if I wasn't hallucinating-"

"I don't think you were," Sarah told him. Chuck stared at her. "The way you moved to avoid those agents…it was like someone told you when to move."

"That's exactly what happened!" Chuck exclaimed, relief on his face. Sarah smiled, but it wasn't one of happiness. "Sarah, he wanted me to do this by myself, but I told him I needed my team…you and Casey."

"Casey isn't here, Chuck," Sarah pointed out.

"But Ellie is there with him," Chuck told her. Her eyebrow raised. "She was contacted through my dad."

"Listen," Sarah began.

"I get that I hurt you, and you thought I didn't trust you, but I do, I did," Chuck hurried on. Sarah looked away, and Chuck knew he had to press on. "I knew you'd find me, I knew you'd come, because that's who you are."

"A CIA agent that finds her target," Sarah said, anger in her voice.

"No," Chuck said softly. "Your Sarah Walker, and you knew I was in over my head and you came to save my ass."

She snorted and crossed her arms. She looked him right in the eye. "I'm not happy about this, Chuck."

"And, I get that, but tell me this, and I mean this, what other choice did I really have?" The question hung there and she had no real answer. "Listen, it's late, and I really need a shower."

"You do," she replied, scrunching her nose. Chuck tried to look hurt but her flat look killed that quickly. "Go, get a shower, and we'll revisit…" she looked around and gestured vaguely. "This, in the morning." Chuck nodded and headed toward the bathroom. Sarah walked to the door. "I'm going to get my stuff." Chuck nodded. "Chuck," she said, making him turn. "Bryce is really gone?" Chuck nodded, sadness on his face. "I'm sorry. That's the third time he's died on you."

"You know, he was the only one that kept me sane these past few weeks," Chuck admitted. "You know how I'd do by myself."

"Yeah," Sarah said. She nodded and headed out the door. Chuck walked into the bedroom, grabbed his clothes, and went to the bathroom. One, long, hot, luxurious shower later, he exited, seeing Sarah in the bed, her eyes a million miles away. "Hey," she said softly.

"Hey," Chuck replied, giving her a smile. "I'm gonna grab a pillow and sleep on the couch."

"There's plenty of room," Sarah told him.

"Yeah…but…" he trailed off, confused by the amused look on her face. "You know how well that worked in Barstow."

"Well, Casey won't be interrupting us this time," Sarah told him.

"Wait, what?" Chuck asked, very confused.

"Chuck…you're considered dead, you're an agent that is dead," Sarah began.

"I'm an agent?" Chuck asked. Sarah nodded.

"Chuck…I didn't come all this way to find the Intersect," Sarah told him.

"Sarah," he said softly.

She straightened her back and stared him right in the eye. "I came for my guy."

A/N: Figured out who I am yet?