A/N: Do me a favor, I need you to squint your eyes and pretend the song in this fic was out in 2012 or 2011. I know, I'm cheating a bit, but again, let me remind you, we are talking about a show with a computer in a dude's brain. Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine, like always, but I got no one to catch them this time. Takes place a few days after the finale.
Disclaimer: I don't anything, especially not Chuck.
She stood in the apartment, alone. It was her choice, and she was glad she had made the choice. She was back, well, almost; she was sleeping down the hall from him. She knew that meant something, something positive. She was attracted to him, she liked him, she might even love him. The Sarah Walker she knew would have slept with him for many reasons, but none of them would have the reasons Chuck Bartowski, or Sarah Bartowski for that matter, would have wanted. Sure, the sex would probably be good, but that's all it would be. She would feel something, but she knew the curly haired (though shorter than she liked, but with a professional twinge that did something to her insides making them twinge) would feel so much. He was a lot….A. LOT…but in a good way.
She smiled as she shook her head. Before she met him, she was sure someone like him would have made her flee to the hills. But now…now….she sighed. This felt right, but damn it, she couldn't remember and it was driving her crazy.
She looked around the apartment and decided she would do the breakfast dishes. She smiled at the memory of Chuck telling her about the mission she was on where she had made him breakfast. "Music," she said, turning on the stereo without even thinking, and then she paused. When in the hell did she listen to music while cleaning, and what did she just start playing?
I don't wanna be another wave in the ocean
I am a rock, not just another grain of sand
I wanna be the one you run to when you need a shoulder
I ain't a soldier, but I'm here to take a stand
Because we can
She turned to the stereo, the guitar solo taking place, and wondered what in the hell just happened. She felt the song, she was singing along with it, but she didn't know this song, hell, she never listened to music. For whatever reason, this song made her think of her and Chuck, and what hit her were memories she didn't recognize, but they felt real. She knew they were real. What in the hell had that nerd done to her? She snorted at that. Chuck doing it to her. If anything, he had shown her it was okay to be who she was. How did she know that? She didn't know how, she just did.
She's in the kitchen starin' at the window
So tired of livin' life in black and white
Right now she's missin' those technicolor kisses
When he turns down the light
But lately feelin' like a broken promise
In the mirror starin' down his doubt
There's only one thing in this world that he knows
He said forever, and he'll never let her down
Was that who she was before she met Chuck? Black and white? Thoughts of kissing Chuck and making love to him flooded her mind, and her knees nearly buckled at the thoughts. God she wanted those memories back! All she had were memories of Bryce and other lovers and they were black and white compared to these with Chuck. Words assaulted her; words she had only heard days ago.
This is actually where you told me I was going to be okay. That I could trust you. And that's exactly what I'm doing now. I'm asking you to trust me. Sarah, I don't... I don't want anything from you. I-I just need you to know that wherever you go, I'll always be there to help you. Someone you can call. Whenever. Trust me, Sarah. I'm here for you always.
She put her hand on the counter to steady herself. He was there for her, always. She knew that. How did she know? She had no idea, she just knew. She just knew that he was her Chuck. She knew she had questioned it over and over for different reasons, putting them in impossible situations, but yet…she knew.
I don't wanna be another wave in the ocean
I am a rock not just another grain of sand
I wanna be the one you run to when you need a shoulder
I ain't a soldier, but I'm here to take a stand
Because we can
Those lyrics, it was Chuck. They were totally Chuck Bartowski…she knew they were Chuck Bartowski.
TV, and takeout on the coffee table
Paper dishes, pour a glass of wine
Turn down the sound and move a little closer
Here for the moment, everything is alright
I don't wanna be another wave in the ocean
I am a rock, not just another grain of sand
I wanna be the one you run to when you need a shoulder
I ain't a soldier, but I'm here to take a stand
Because we can
Our love can move a mountain
We can, if you believe in we
We can
Just wrap your arms around me
We can, we can
She looked at the couch. She didn't have memories of them on that couch, well, not a lot, she blushed at some of the ones. But she knew, that they had spent many a moment on that couch, holding each other, being there for each other. She knew that was her and Chuck. Their love could move a mountain. She didn't just believe it….she knew. How the hell did she know? She couldn't remember. She felt her hand on her chest, over her heart, where Chuck Bartowski somehow resided. She didn't remember all the reasons she fell in love with him. She didn't remember everything he did to make her life better. But damn it, if she didn't just KNOW that he did. She grabbed her phone, sent a text, and walked to her bedroom for the last time.
I don't wanna be another wave in the ocean (I don't wanna be)
I am a rock, not just another grain of sand
I wanna be the one you run to when you need a shoulder
I ain't a soldier, but I'm here to take a stand
I don't wanna be another wave in the ocean
I am a rock, not just another grain of sand
I wanna be the one you run to when you need a shoulder
I ain't a soldier, but I'm here to take a stand
Because we can (because we can)
Our love can move a mountain
We can, if you believe in
We, we can
Just wrap your arms around me
We can, we can
Because we can
}o{
Thirty minutes later the front door opened and Chuck rushed through. "Sarah!" he yelled. Panic him was coursing through him. She had text him simply, Come home. What the hell did that mean. He started looking through the apartment and heard something coming from his bedroom. He rushed to the door, and pulled up short, shock covering his face.
"Hi," Sarah chirped.
"Hey," Chuck replied. "Uh, Sarah," he began.
"You don't mind, right?" She asked him. She was in her part of the closet, looking through clothes, wearing nothing but one of his dress shirts, at least that's what he thought. He was silent. "Oh, I guess you're wondering which part; me wearing your shirt, or me moving back in here." He tried to answer but words wouldn't form. He was so overwhelmed, and he was pretty sure she knew it as her smile grew. "I mean, maybe I'm just being being presumptuous." She paused as he shook his head quickly. She couldn't help the smile growing on her face. "So….this is okay?" She looked at him through her eyelashes, a knowing grin on her face…and the irony hit her. She knew his answer. KNEW. And it wasn't because he was a man, or it's what anyone else would want. It's because she knew him, deep in her heart.
"Sarah…did you get your memories back?" She shook her head, the grin intensifying, the confusion growing on Chuck's face. "Why?"
"Because…because you're my home, Chuck." He wiped at his eyes when she said that. "I remember bits and pieces, but that's not important. What I know is I love you. What I know is that you're my Chuck…you're my home…and you always will be." Emotions he had tried to bottle up for days began to pour out of him. She crossed the room and had him in her arms, where he was supposed to be, where she was supposed to be in these moments. "It may not be easy, but I'm here."
"I thought I'd lost you," he admitted, holding her tight.
"No, Chuck," she said, pulling back. "It just took me a minute, and I'm sorry-"
"No-no, don't apologize, because until you know…you don't know, you know?" Sarah laughed out loud at him, and gently pulled his head down. "Sarah, are you sure-"
"Chuck…shut up and kiss me."
A/N: Take care of yourself friends. Music by Bon Jovi Because we Can