I don't own Chuck
"I don't know, who am I missing?" Chuck asked her. She tilted her head to the side. "I should really know this, shouldn't I?"
"Chuck…your beard," she said, pointing at his face. His eyes went wide as he put his hand over his cheeks and felt the hair there.
"Morgs!" Chuck blurted out and looked around. "Where the hell is Morgan?"
"I don't know, but I know you need him."
"I need you," Chuck insisted.
"I'm not her," she replied, smiling.
"Then why do you look like her?"
"Why do I look like who?"
"Sarah Walker, aka Jenny Burton, aka Rebecca Franco, aka the woman I love," Chuck said, standing and looking her right in the eye.
"Chuck…you're standing," she said with a grin.
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"Sir, we have a problem," one of the scientists yelled. "There has been a breach."
"Initiate Phase 3," The Belgian told Muller. Dr Muller hit a button on the keyboard.
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Chuck shook his head, pain shooting through it. "You okay, son?" he heard his father ask. They were outside, again, he was in a wheelchair, his father's car parked in front of him, the passenger door open. "I have the theater rented out, we can go watch Tron."
Chuck turned to look at him. "We-we can go watch Tron? In the theater?"
Stephen nodded, smiling at his son. "All we have to do is leave here," he said, gesturing toward the car. Chuck frowned at that. "Son," he said softly. "Sarah doesn't love you."
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"Sir, they are getting close!"
"What is the hold up?" The Belgian hissed at Mueller.
"It's the anomaly!"
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He was standing, holding her hands. "Who are you?" Jenny asked him.
"What?" Chuck asked.
"Who are you?"
"I'm your boyfriend," Chuck replied.
"Even if I was her, that's not right," Jenny told him.
"I'm the Intersect," Chuck said, hurt in his voice, lowering his head.
"No you're not," Jenny said, dropping his hand, putting a finger under his chin and gently lifting it until she was looking him in the eyes. "No, you're not."
"I'm Chuck Bartowski," Chuck said, tears in his eyes. "I'm Chuck Bartowski, and I am more than the Intersect."
"Good," Jenny told him.
"Who are you?" Chuck asked her.
"That's the first correct question you've asked all day," she told him.
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"Kill him," the Belgian growled. "If we can't have it, then they can't either."
The door flew open as Mueller hit the button.
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The hospital disappeared. "Chuck, don't freak out," Jenny told him.
"That's kinda my thing," he muttered. The hospital disappeared. "What is going on? Sarah!"
"I'm not Sarah," Jenny insisted.
Chuck, come on, please wake up. Chuck, listen to me. I'm here. Chuck, I'm here. Chuck, I'm here.
Chuck turned and looked up over his shoulder at the voice he heard, but she wasn't there. He turned back to Jenny. "But she is."
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"What the hell did you do to him?" Sarah growled at the Belgian.
"He's gone, I'm afraid," the Belgian answered smugly. Casey gave Sarah a look and she nodded. Casey hit the Belgian with the butt of his gun, knocking him unconscious.
"I came to rescue you," she told Chuck, taking his face in her hands. "I'm right here, Chuck. Chuck, please, come on." She was starting to lose it.
Morgan came up to her. "Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Tell him what you told me before, okay? He'll hear that, I know it. This is your chance. Don't-Don't be Sarah Walker the spy, be Sarah Walker the girlfriend."
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"Who are you," Chuck insisted.
Jenny grinned at him. "Tell me, Chuck, if you were fighting for your life, and needed to get a message to you. If you could pick one person to talk to you, who would you pick?"
"How do I know you're not part of all of this?" Chuck asked.
"You don't," Jenny replied. "How do you know Sarah loves you? She doesn't say it like other women do. Is she just with you because you're the Intersect? Is her job that important?"
"No," Chuck said, shaking his head. "Why are you saying this?"
Chuck was silent a second. "You're my conscious," he said softly. Jenny nodded. "So if I know all of this, why can't I go home?"
"Maybe because it's safer here?" Jenny offered. "Think about how bad you lost it after Jill."
"Can I not?" Chuck groused, not wanting to relive that embarrassing time in his life. "What are you saying?"
"What's safer, going out there, where your family is gone, with a woman that may not love you back, or here, with your family?" Jenny asked him.
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"Chuck, please," she begged. "Chuck, I love you. Please wake up. I have so much that I want to tell you. I found your proposal plan."
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Chuck looked at Jenny. "She doesn't know about that! This is my mind playing tricks on me."
"Or is it her?" Jenny asked. "It's time to decide, Chuck, do you return, to a woman who may or may not love you?"
"How do I return?" Chuck asked.
"You want to go back?" Jenny asked. "You want to back to the chance of being hurt?"
"Yes!" Chuck told her. "Yes, I do! I know, I've lost my family, I am in love with an emotionally constipated woman, but I love her, and damn it, that's all that matters! I love her! And-and I believe she loves me, but if she doesn't…if she doesn't, she's taught me something."
"And what's that?" Jenny asked.
"I'm more than the damn Intersect, or my degree at Stanford, or anything else society or I want to shackle myself with! I'm Chuck Bartowski, damn it, and I'm good at so many things."
"Yeah, you are," Jenny said, and she began to shimmer. "Looks like it's my time to go." Jenny disappeared, and the room went black. He saw her, she was crying. He rushed over to her and heard her speaking.
"You were gonna do it on the beach in Malibu. Where we watched the sun rise after our first date. There were several race cars involved." She was crying and laughing at that.
"I revised that," Chuck muttered, walking up to her, and reaching for her hand.
"Chuck, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't care if you have the Intersect or not. Without you, I'm nobody. I'm nothing but a spy. Come back to me, Chuck. I want to marry you." He took her hand and the whole room disappeared.