I don't own Chuck
The agent sat at the bar, swirling the drink in front of them. "Are you sure this is a good idea," the voice in the agent's ear asked.
"No, I'd much rather we be play acting and I pick you up at the bar, but we have a mission, so in that regard, yes," the agent responded, grinning. For three years they had been partners in the CIA…and more.
"Are you ever going to let me forget that night?" the voice asked.
"Do you really want me to," the agent responded.
"No," came the warm voice on the other end. "No, you saved me," Chuck said softly.
"Eh, I think you saved me from a hard life," Sarah replied. "Oh listen, it's our song." She heard Chuck snort. When Sarah Walker had met Chuck Bartowski he was in a bad place in his life. For three years they had worked together to fight Fulcrum, to fight a man Chuck had at one time considered a brother, that had a computer in his head. The two of them had literally had built secret identities as them being brothers, and in every sense, except of blood, they had been. They also fought the demons that haunted Chuck, and everything he had been through. When they had first heard Bad Romance covered by Halestorm, Chuck had said it was their song, not knowing the lyrics, just assuming, based on the name.
Sarah had an amused smile on her face as she watched him listen to it for the first time.
Want your bad romance,
Want your bad romance...
I want your ugly, I want your disease
I want your everything as long as it's free
I want your love (I want your love)
Love, love, love, I want your love (I want your love, I want your love)
I want your drama, the touch of your hand
I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand
I want your love (want your love)
Love, love, love, I want your love (want your love, I want your love)-
You know that I want you, and you know that I need you,
I want it bad, a bad romance
She remembered as his eyes had gone wide. She remembered as he turned to her, their partnership weeks old, their love affair hadn't even yet begun, because he insisted that she would want nothing to do with him. He had started to speak when she laid a finger on his lips. "It's true, this is what I feel about you."
"Someone is heading your way partner," she heard him say, pulling her out of her thoughts. She sighed, it was her favorite part of the memory, where he had tried to tell her he was talking about their cover relationship.
"Agent Walker," the man said, walking up to her. She stiffened.
"I got you," she heard the voice in her ear and she relaxed. She had the best marksman in the world covering her.
"I am," Sarah replied. The man handed her a packet and walked away. "What have you done?"
"Why do you think I have done something?" Chuck asked. She could feel the grin through the ear piece.
"Oh, remember when you gave me your spy will, all dramatic-like?" Sarah asked him.
"I don't know that it was all dramatic-like," Chuck protested, Sarah hearing the humor in his voice. He had wavered, fought them being together, told her he was darkness and that he would destroy her light. It was in this actual bar that a courier did deliver it to her and as she read it, she understood what he was saying. "I mean I even let you in my P.A.N.T.S."
"Chuck, I can get in your pants anytime I want and we both know it," she said, opening the packet, smirking. She heard him choke on the drink.
It had been a long, hard three years. Dealing with Bryce, with Fulcrum, with so much heartache, but she began to help him see the joy, the light of the world. They had watched Molly grow, to the point, many nights she stayed with them.
As she began to pull the papers out of the envelope, she remembered the night she had held him as he had broke down sobbing, telling her of his red test, telling her how he had to kill his ex-girlfirend because she was a Fulcrum spy.
"Chuck?" she said, seeing the papers.
I want your love and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh)
I want your love and all your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
Want your bad romance...
Want your bad romance
I want your horror
I want your design
'Cause you're a criminal as long as your mine
I want your love
(I want your love) love love love
I want your love (I want your love I want your love)
I want your psycho, your vertigo stick
Want you in my rear window
Baby you're sick!
I want your love
(I want your love) love love love
I want your love (I want your love I want your love)
You know that I want you, and you know that I need you
I want it bad, a bad romance
"Chuck, are these your retirement papers?" she asked in a soft, shocked voice. She turned as she felt him beside her. "You're leaving?"
"What's left for us Sarah?" Chuck asked her. "I mean, if you want to stay in the CIA, I absolutely will, but…but I'm ready, for more, for a real life."
"Yes," she told him. "Yes, we can retire…wait, what about me and me leaving?"
"Graham knows," Chuck told her. "He knows that what happened to us wasn't right. He made decisions he wasn't proud of, with incorrect information, but decisions he made nonetheless. He knows." He held out a pen, and she raised an eyebrow. "The second set of papers." She pulled them out, her retirement papers, and looked at them.
"We can't do this here, we need…how many agents are here right now?" She had seen the grin on his face and knew he was up to something.
"Five, and two of them are notary's," Chuck told her.
"They do not have more power than attorneys do, Chuck, no matter how much you try to insist they do," she said, grinning, and signing the paper. When she finished, she sat back, and shook her head as the bartender took the papers, and notarized them. She pushed his papers over to him.
He took a deep breath, picked up the pen, and it hovered over where he had to sign his name. "We don't have to if you don't want to," Sarah said softly. He smiled, pressed the pen to the paper, and scrawled his signature. The bartender nodded, took the papers, and notarized them. He stuffed them all into the envelope, nodded to a man by the door, who got up, picked up the envelope and headed out the door.
"Okay, maybe it was a little dramatic," Chuck admitted, shrugging. She grinned at him.
I want your love, and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh)
I want your love and all your love has revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
Want your bad romance...
Want your bad romance
(Na na na na! Na na-na na na! Na na na na)-
Want your bad romance
"Now where?" Sarah asked him.
"Down the street, to your favorite Mexican restaurant," Chuck told her. Sarah perked up immediately. "We have a bit of a celebration waiting for us." Chuck stood, and offered her his hand, trepidation on his face.
"Chuck, I'm here, we're going to walk out that door, and everything is going to be okay, trust me."
"I do," he said, taking a deep breath. They headed out the door, down the street, and entered the restaurant.
"Chuck!" he heard a sweet, infectious voice call out. He couldn't stop the smile forming on his face if he wanted to. A force hit him in the legs. He bent down, and picked up the little girl that was giggling.
"Hiya, sweetie!" he said, smiling at her. "Did I make you wait long?"
"Almost, momma Ellie says that she's gonna eat all the chips if you didn't show up soon," Molly told him, a serious look on her face.
"I guess it's a good thing we got here when we did," Chuck told her. He sat her down and she scrambled back to Devon and Ellie.
"Do they know?" Sarah asked him.
"They knew my plan," Chuck told her. "Not your answer."
"Yeah they did," Sarah told him. He grinned and looked over at her. "Together," she said, taking his hand. She saw something on his face, his shield was down, and she could read him like a book. "What?"
He looked around, took her hand, and pulled her outside. "Chuck?"
He went down to one knee.
I want your love, and I want your revenge
I want your love - I don't wanna be friends!
Je veux ton amour
Et je veux ta revanche
Je veux ton amour
I don't wanna be friends
(I don't wanna be friends)
I don't wanna be friends
(I don't wanna be friends)
No I don't wanna be friends!
(I don't wanna be friends)
Want your bad romance
(Want your bad romance)
Want your bad romance!
"Sarah, you've seen me at my worst, and you stayed with me," he began.
"Yes, Chuck, you don't have to do this, yes," she told him, pulling him up and kissing him.
"Yes?" he asked, tears in his eyes.
"Yes," she said. "I'll marry you." His smile could have lit the night by itself. "See, you do get a happy ending."
I want your love, and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh)
I want your love and all your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh
Caught in a bad romance
Want your bad romance
(Na na, na na! Na na-na na na! Na na, na na)-
Want your bad romance